"It turns out that the master is still afraid of suffering, no wonder he refused to take the medicine when he died at the beginning." Xu Xiaofeng was immediately happy, seeing Fenghuang's frown because of the bitter medicine, he felt amused and couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

Taking a mouthful of water, Xu Xiaofeng hugged the back of Fenghuang's head and leaned towards him, and when he parted after a while, he licked the corner of his mouth, his dark and bright eyes flashing a smile: "It's a bit bitter, but fortunately, master's mouth is sweet."

At this time, he did not forget to tease him, Fenghuang gave Xu Xiaofeng a look, since he did not push Xu Xiaofeng away in Yinjiabao that day, and the relationship between them became more and more intimate at any time, his apprentice also grew closer from the beginning Obedient and obedient until now, he has no master, and his courage is getting fatter.

Apart from the easier the hug and the easier the kiss, on weekdays he almost forgot that he was his master, and he liked to tease him when he had nothing to do, leaving Feng Huang speechless from time to time.

They are obviously the same person, with the same blood, and the same soul, so why is there such a big difference between the previous life and the present life?

The little crow from ten thousand years ago would not dare to treat him like this.

Or, the little crow ten thousand years ago didn't want to, it just didn't dare.

After recuperating in the valley for a few days, Fenghuang probably can suppress the cold poison in his body, Xu Xiaofeng just tasted the sweetness of "helping the master", after dispelling part of the fire poison, he jumped up and wanted to help Fenghuang share the burden cold poison.

Fenghuang directly rewarded Xu Xiaofeng with a violent chestnut. The demon poison is not a food that can be shared with food. Xu Xiaofeng's Golden Crow blood belongs to fire, so it can be used to absorb fire poison. Now Xu Xiaofeng's skill is not very stable due to the torment of fire and poison, so he can't directly go mad.

But these few days Xu Xiaofeng has fully realized why Zongzheng Longqing is so obsessed with a Baoling.

Aside from all the good things in the process of co-cultivation with his master, Xu Xiaofeng unexpectedly broke through the Nascent Soul boundary and raised his cultivation to the realm of transforming gods because he absorbed the fire poison these two days and then practiced together with his master.

As far as the three realms of practicing immortality are concerned, one has already reached the last stage of the lower realm, and if one breaks through the transformation of the gods in the future, one will step into the middle realm of the three realms of cultivation.

Judging from Xu Xiaofeng's age and cultivation base, his level is extremely rare, and for thousands of years, few people have practiced at his speed.

It's just that in Xu Xiaofeng's opinion, it's still too bad.

"Hey, I have just reached the realm of transforming gods. When I have the qualifications to stand side by side with the master, I don't know that I will practice for tens of thousands of years."

Sitting on the couch and allowing Xu Xiaofeng to help her with her waist-length hair, listening to the young man's complaints behind her, Feng Huang said slowly: "As the saying goes, haste makes waste, and the most taboo thing in practice is what you are doing now. Even if you have the blood of the Golden Crow, it is impossible to achieve it overnight, you must know that I have accumulated tens of thousands of years of practice to have today's cultivation."

With a rising tone, Fenghuang said: "Why, you still want to be better than blue, and achieve my ten-thousand-year cultivation in less than a hundred years?"

"Don't dare."

tens of thousands of years...

Xu Xiaofeng leaned forward and kissed Fenghuang's hair delicately, marveling at how long the master had lived, but also feeling slightly regretful.

"Unfortunately, in the tens of thousands of years that the master has experienced, I have occupied too little time, so I declare that from today onwards, you will be mine in the future."

"...you know how to be glib."

As Tianling practiced more slowly in the later stage, as far as Fenghuang's Baoling body is concerned, even if Xu Xiaofeng has the blood of the Golden Crow, it will be difficult for Xu Xiaofeng to surpass his master in the future.

But, the stronger a person is, the more he needs someone who understands him to take care of him.

……

There is no cold or heat in the body of the god bone, and the reunion in a thousand years is still a day and night.

Picking up a strand of black hair between her fingers, Xu Xiaofeng combed his master's hair gently, fearing that she would hurt Feng Huang with a little force, she was always careful not to apply too much force.

His master's hair is really long, it has already passed his waist, and it is as smooth and shiny as a waterfall that falls from the nine heavens at night. Even if it is tied into a bun, there is no way to take care of it all, and the long black hair is still hanging down On the shoulders and back, it looks tight.

"Hey……"

"Huh?" Feng Huang was puzzled as to why Xu Xiaofeng was combing, and sighed.

Putting a crystal-clear light-colored jade buckle in a bun and securing it with a thin silver hairpin, Xu Xiaofeng looked at the cold man in the bronze mirror whose face had always been that of a mortal.

"If he is me, if I can't even cultivate immortality, wouldn't I be getting older and older, and if the two of us go out together in the end, people will probably think that I am your personal servant and not an apprentice."

If a person who cultivates immortals cannot survive the catastrophe in the end, he will end up with a life of mediocrity and old age.

"If you use this energy of wild thinking on cultivation, how can you not embark on the fairy road?" Fenghuang stood up from the dressing table, and gently flicked his wide sleeves back to bring in a gust of cool wind.

While talking, Xu Xiaofeng raised his eyes and looked at his master aggrievedly: "I really want to practice hard, but master, you don't like to practice together with me..."

Fenghuang glanced over from the corner of his eye, Xu Xiaofeng immediately closed his mouth with interest.

After those three days and three nights of co-cultivation, let alone one, two, three, four, Xu Xiaofeng would be beaten up by his master even if he made a slight move.

Well, since his master has the strength to beat him up, the cold poison on his body must be under control.

"Go to the next wood house and bring that Zongzheng Longqing over."

"En." In response, Xu Xiaofeng didn't go out immediately, he took the thick white fox fur from the cabinet of the wooden house and wrapped it up for his master, there was still snow outside the house, and the valley was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, the body of a god-man Although it can resist the cold and heat, but now his master still has the cold poison on his body, so he should not be exposed to the cold anymore.

After wrapping up his master, Xu Xiaofeng went to the next room to arrest Zongzheng Longqing, who had been starving and freezing for several days, and dressed Fenghuang in a thick white fox fur for keeping warm. With some thought, in front of people with ulterior motives like Zongzheng Longqing, his master wrapped it as tightly as possible, and it was best to wrap it into an airtight zongzi.

Otherwise, Zongzheng Longqing would be like a dog, wagging his tail and shaking his head whenever he smelled Baoling's breath.

Sure enough, after several days of starvation and frostbite, the pale-faced Zongzheng Longqing stepped into the warm wooden house with the stove on, his eyes couldn't help but sat on the couch and wrapped him tightly. A certain man looked over.

Fenghuang is good-looking, but he looks like a god on weekdays, proud of the snow and bullying the frost, awe-inspiring and inviolable. It really has nothing to do with the word "earth air", making it difficult for people to have unnecessary distractions.

If Zongzheng Longqing hadn't heard some voices that shouldn't be heard in the past few days, and smelled some treasure spirits that had never been smelled before, such as cold plum blossoms and soft fragrance like flowers and fruits, Zongzheng Longqing would not have believed the sight in front of him at all. A cold and lonely person would turn out to be a Baoling cultivator.

At this moment, seeing Fenghuang's brows were less solemn and more fatigued by the cold poison, they suddenly became amiable. The pale face against the black hair and snow-colored fox fur made people feel involuntary for no reason. There was a sense of pity.

Xu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes, went straight up and kicked Zongzheng Longqing's ass: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll poke your eyes out?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glared at Xu Xiaofeng, Zongzheng Longqing, who had been imprisoned in mana, knelt on the ground, couldn't see Fenghuang's face, only the faintly visible pair of legs under the man's blue and white robe.

"Although you are a cultivator of immortals, born in a royal family, you can't let go of the temptations of all kinds of power in the world, and you have no chance of attaining enlightenment in this life. It's all because of a greedy word. You were invaded by monsters and disturbed your mind without knowing it. You didn't intend to collude with demons, and I won't abolish your cultivation for the time being, but I won't let you go easily."

The cold voice of the trial was like a basin of ice water pouring down from the top of his head. Zongzheng Longqing opened his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked straight at the man in front of him, his lips trembling slightly: "I am the prince of Zongzheng, how dare you touch me?" ?!"

Fenghuang didn't answer him, he pinched the formula with two fingers, and the spiritual power merged into a golden light, piercing Zongzheng Longqing's eyebrows like a needle.

"what have you done?!"

Hastily covering his brows with his hands, Zongzheng Longqing could vaguely feel a mellow and far-reaching force blending into his body, with righteousness and grandeur, definitely not the spirit of a demon.

"The golden needle enters the body. If you are with demons again, even thousands of miles away, I can destroy your foundation and take your life." Zongzheng Longqing was shocked by the coercion brought by these plain words I froze in place for a long time, speechless.

Zongzheng Longqing had a bit of luck, and the imprisonment on his body disappeared, but the power of the golden needle was firmly rooted in the spirit pearl in his body like the magic needle of the sea, no matter how lucky he was, it would not move.

It's like a mayfly shaking a big tree, it's ridiculous.

Prince Longqing turned pale immediately, opened his eyes wide and looked at Fenghuang in horror, his throat moved up and down, his voice trembling: "You... who are you?!"

Fenghuang ignored Zongzheng Longqing, he raised his eyes to look at Xu Xiaofeng.

Xu Xiaofeng naturally understood what his master meant, when he punched Prince Longqing unceremoniously, he said with a soft smile: "My lord, please remember my name."

Fenghuang looked at Xu Xiaofeng in a little surprise.

"Jiuxiao!"

The fist fell, and the prince fell to the ground.

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