The master of cultivating immortals protects me

Xu Xiaofeng's spirit pearl was originally black, pure black, like a most precious black pearl, but sometimes it glowed translucently like a black diamond.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the Lingzhu is him, and he is the Lingzhu.

Xu Xiaofeng, who became a black spirit pearl, flew across his sea of ​​consciousness following the light and sweet scent in the air. It was the breath of his master, fresh and sweet, the best smell he had ever smelled.

In a short while, the black Lingzhu flew to a place like a fairyland under the traction of Baoling's aura. There is no humid air or dark depression here, only wisps of snow-like smoke lingering during the period.

From a distance, it looks like thousands of peaks and stones, thousands of jade plants, ten thousand pines and ten thousand clouds.

When you look closely, it looks like a bead curtain passing through a whitewashed wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost.

And his master, his master's spirit pearl is in the center of this misty world, that dazzling golden pearl is suspended in mid-air, as if quietly waiting for him to pass by, proud and beautiful.

It belongs to him, and only to him.

The black Lingzhu couldn't wait to pass through the misty clouds of white smoke and came to the side of the golden Lingzhu.

As soon as they approached each other, wisps of spiritual energy began to rise from each other's bodies like the recovery of all things in spring. The golden and black spiritual energy intertwined together, and they gradually wove into a net until they completely wrapped each other together.

Most of the time, Fenghuang can try his best to control his own destiny, but even though he likes the feeling of control, he can't make everything develop as he imagined.

For example, he never thought that he would fall in love with a little crow ten thousand years ago, even though Xu Xiaofeng was not an ordinary crow.

Another example is that the side effects brought about by the fusion of Lingzhu, which is further than the joint cultivation, are much stronger than he imagined. He underestimated the influence of Xu Xiaofeng's emotions on him, and also underestimated the impact of the fusion of Tianling and Baoling on each other's practice. benefits to come.

More than a month ago, he was depleted because of saving Xu Xiaofeng's life, but now he has only practiced together with Xu Xiaofeng a few times, and his depleted cultivation has almost recovered.

I even underestimated the weird feeling when fusing the spirit beads. Even though he sat face to face with him and did not touch a single finger of the other party, there was a feeling of fusing the spirit beads in the intersecting spiritual consciousness that Fenghuang couldn't help but feel. The comfort and satisfaction of speaking.

Exhaling slowly, Fenghuang was awakened by a quiet zither sound, the clear and melodious zither sound lingered in his ears, making him feel like he was in a quiet bamboo forest.

Opening his eyes, Fenghuang saw a young man sitting not far away by the window, stroking the guzheng. He didn't know that Xu Xiaofeng could play the piano, and the music he played was something he had never heard before.

Outside the window, it was sunny in winter, covered with snow, covered with silver, and when the bright sunshine was shining, it was like a pure and pure glass world.

Fenghuang closed his eyes and listened quietly, and found that Xu Xiaofeng played the guzheng well. After Xu Xiaofeng finished a song, he asked curiously: "Did you learn this zither in your last life?"

"Master, does it sound good?" Swiping five fingers, the sound of the zither flowed down like the Milky Way from the nine heavens. I haven’t touched it for many years, but I still remember it.”

"I knew you played the piano so well, I should have asked you to play it more."

After being praised, Xu Xiaofeng laughed immediately: "Master, don't tease me. Compared with you, I play the guqin like cotton."

In the past ten years, Fenghuang would occasionally play the qin, but basically he played the guqin instead of the guzheng. When Xu Xiaofeng first practiced, he always felt that time passed slowly and boringly. At that time, Fenghuang would play a guqin. It seems to have magical power, every time Xu Xiaofeng listens to it, he will quickly enter the practice.

"But I like it." Fenghuang smiled and said softly: "Play one more."

Xu Xiaofeng immediately played another Guzheng, and Fenghuang sat on the couch and listened quietly, letting the sound of the piano flow slowly in the flowing water of years, even if he lived a peaceful life like this, he would not feel bored boring.

"Does this song have a name?" Feng Huang asked.

Playing the zither strings, Xu Xiaofeng said loudly: "Plum blossoms play with the wind, and the thin jacket floats freely. A little bit of shyness covers the green leaves, and a little bit of secret joy reflects the red robe. The plum blossoms play the spring song twice, and the auspicious snow melts into ice and jade skin. Mistake Falling flowers should be intentional, and the world of mortals can laugh at anyone in a dream. The three plum blossoms call out the immortals, the fog surrounds the clouds and steams and the birds make noise. Butterflies dance and bees fly in splendor, and the heart of loyalty composes the nine heavens."

"A good song, a good poem." Songs that have never been heard before, poems that have never been heard, in terms of Feng Huang's experience, basically what he has never heard means that they have never appeared in this world, otherwise they are so good. It is impossible for him not to have heard the tune in the past years, but now Fenghuang realized that it must be the tune that Xu Xiaofeng learned in another world in his previous life.

In the past, Emperor Feng only knew how Xu Xiaofeng came to this world, and never asked about Xu Xiaofeng's previous life.

Now he suddenly wanted to know what Xu Xiaofeng had experienced in his last life.

"Before I told you the story of my life as a human, now you also tell me about your previous life?"

Now that Feng Huang asked, how could Xu Xiaofeng not say anything, he plucked the strings casually, as if recalling the long past, murmured: "There is no special story in my last life, I lived it all the time before I was eight years old. I lived a carefree life until I went on vacation with my parents when I was eight years old, they died in an accident and I survived, and then it was just me and my grandma."

"At that time, I was too young. At the beginning, I didn't feel much stupidly. I just knew that my grandma held me in her arms and told me that my parents would not come back. Until one day I sat in an empty room and suddenly Realizing what grandma's words meant, I sat on the ground alone and cried."

It's not that I don't know the pain, and it's not that I'm ignorant, it's just that I don't want to admit the fact that I lost my parents subconsciously.

From then on, he lived with his grandma, and later grandma also left, leaving only Xu Xiaofeng alone.

But no one sympathized with him, they said he was a lucky boy, because his parents died and left a huge inheritance, even if he did nothing, it was enough for him to live in luxury for several lifetimes.

"This is my story." Putting down the guzheng in his hand, Xu Xiaofeng walked to the side of the bed and sat down, hugged Fenghuang tightly in his arms, gently stroked his master's hair, and murmured, "Master , you are my only one now."

His past just kept losing.

When he was eight years old, he watched his parents lose their breath in order to protect him, and he was powerless; later, he sat by the hospital bed and tightly held his grandma's hand, which was like a dead branch because of the illness, and watched helplessly. Seeing grandma close her eyes and leave him, he still can't do anything; after he lost all his relatives, he doesn't want to lose any more, even if he has endless wealth, these wealth will eventually become a weapon to take away all the loved ones around him.

But now, he doesn't want to lose any more, he will do his best to protect his master and the one he loves.

"You keep losing, but I never get it." Giving the softest hug back, Feng Huang looked at the clear sky after the snow through the half-open window.

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Only Zhao Qingfeng knew about Xu Xiaofeng and Fenghuang's arrival in the imperial city yesterday evening. Although they did not inform others, it did not prevent them from meeting someone who knocked on the door the next morning.

Zhao Qingfeng, Gongsunzhuang, Chen Ling'er, Xu Xiaobei, the four major families are all here. Oh, yes, since this is the imperial city, it is natural that Prince Longqing who is powerful here is indispensable.

After lunch, Lord Longqing naturally warmly invited Feng Huang and Xu Xiaofeng to play in the palace with the attitude of a host. As the saying goes, hospitality cannot be withheld, so there was a scene of monks admiring the snow and plum blossoms in the Zongzheng Palace.

The world of colored glaze, white snow and red plums.

Rather, it reminded Xu Xiaofeng of a sentence in "A Dream of Red Mansions": like rouge, reflecting the color of snow, it looks extraordinarily energetic.

But these cold and proud red plums are so beautiful, in Xu Xiaofeng's eyes, neither Baixue nor red plums are as good-looking as his master.

Although Xue is cold and pure, in his eyes, it is not as good as his master's airy and proud; although Hongmei is as charming as a woman, in his eyes, it is not as charming as his master's eyes and brows.

"I can't finish talking about all kinds of beauties, and I can't describe all kinds of styles." After thinking about it, Xu Xiaofeng actually said it out.

Xu Xiaofeng had just finished posting about his nympho over there, and Prince Longqing couldn't wait to praise him: "I thought that Mr. Feng could play the piano well, but I didn't expect him to be so talented. It really impressed Long Qing."

Prince Longqing's warm compliment made Xu Xiaofeng so disgusted that he almost got goosebumps all over the floor, he was only thinking about his nymphomaniac master, and almost forgot that there was a prince who was eyeing him covetously beside him.

Master, don't think that I didn't see you when you turned your head and snickered. It's not your fault that Lord Longqing pestered me so much. You just knew that I should pretend to be Baoling to complete the hook-up mission. Hey, being an apprentice is so miserable .

Xu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes in his heart, he was thinking, if Zongzheng Longqing knew that he was not a Baoling but a heavenly spirit like him, would this guy be as disgusted as he was for today's gesture of goodwill? Want to vomit, anyway, he really wants to vomit right now.

Just when Xu Xiaofeng was thinking about how to bring down his master who only knew how to watch operas, another group of people came from the other side of the road, unfortunately, they blocked each other's way.

Xu Xiaofeng originally thought that the person on the opposite side would give way, but in the end, the other party kept coming and didn't show any intention of avoiding it. He keenly felt the cold face of Prince Longqing beside him, and Xu Xiaofeng immediately knew that there was something to watch.

"Third Sister, who are those people?" Xu Xiaofeng secretly asked after walking to Xu Xiaobei's side.

When leaving Beiwangshan last time, Xu Xiaofeng tentatively asked about the relationship between Xu Xiaobei and Huaiguang, Xu Xiaobei denied it straight away, and only said that she was so devoted to cultivation that she had no time for romance.Thinking that since that guy Huaiguang returned to Aobei, he probably won't have contact with his third sister again, so Xu Xiaofeng didn't say anything else.

Winking at Xu Xiaofeng, the two slowed down and stopped at the end of the line, Xu Xiaobei said softly, "Prince."