The master of cultivating immortals protects me

The quiet and beautiful small village is surrounded by a forest of flowers and fruits. From winter to spring, the stream of melting ice washes over clean stones, and new green shoots emerge from the branches. A few round children with red lips and white teeth are holding branches in their hands. Chasing and fighting each other at the entrance of the village, the cold wind made the little face blush like an apple.

"Brother, look, there's an old man over there." A child in a red padded jacket stopped suddenly, and pointed his short, thick fingers at a man in white who had arrived at the entrance of the village at some point. Even the hair is white.

The older child followed the sound and looked at the man in white. The man's hair was as white as their grandfather's, no, it should be as white as snow, and his whole body was so white that it would glow.

The two children saw the white-haired man walking towards them. He was tall and his waist was thinner than their mother's. Although his hair was white, there was no wrinkle on his face. Like the stars, the two children were dumbfounded.

Feng Huang raised his hand and gently brushed the little head of the child. Although his voice was soft, it was cold in his bones. It was like a ball of snow falling from a tree branch and hitting the head. It instantly chilled the two dazed children. woke up.

"Where is Master Li?"

"You...why are you looking for your wife?" The older child asked timidly, with a pair of bright round eyes as beautiful and clear as two black grapes.

Fenghuang quietly watched the child's eyes, and suddenly remembered the little crow many years ago. The little crow was the same size when he picked it up, staring at him timidly with a pair of innocent eyes. His eyes glowed like fire again.

Just memories, nothing more.

Walking in the village, the two children are particularly conspicuous. The two children hold the candy they don’t know where they got it. Have a look.

Although the man was white-haired, he was better looking than everyone they had ever seen.

Mrs. Li is good-looking, but I didn't expect that even Mrs. Li's friends are also good-looking.

There are basically no outsiders in the small village like a paradise. Today, such a white-clothed and snow-haired man suddenly came and attracted the attention of the villagers, but he dared not go forward to ask more questions.

"That person must be an immortal, with white hair and a youthful face, exactly like the one in the legend."

"Master Li is also a dragon and phoenix among handsome people. I already knew that such a good-looking and kind person as Master Li would not be an ordinary person. Didn't this fairy come to find Master Li?"

The villagers watched curiously from a distance and saw two children leading the snow-haired man towards Master Li's academy. They were sure that Master Li, who had been teaching in the village a few years ago, might be a fairy.

The academy was newly built a few years ago, with white walls, green tiles, and willow trees. You can smell the scent of ink from a distance. The wooden door of the academy is half-open, and the quiet and leisurely sound of Guqin can be heard faintly from inside.

Fenghuang stood at a distance of seven steps outside the door, and the two children ran to the door of the academy familiarly. Although they looked mischievous, they were extremely polite and did not rush in immediately. Knocking on the door, she shouted in a childish voice, "Master, a guest is looking for you."

A man's clear and pleasant voice came from the courtyard: "That old friend outside the door, please come in."

Today, the academy was closed suddenly, and the two children who didn't have to go to class stepped back and looked at the snow-haired man curiously, only to see the snow-haired man climbing up the steps, without pushing the wooden door with both hands, the door opened by itself, and it was very interesting to see. The two children were dumbfounded. Before they could react, the opened wooden door closed again without leaving a gap.

In the academy, a willow leaf falls with the spring breeze.

The melody of the piano is long and soothing.

A man in green shirt sat cross-legged under a tree with fluttering catkins, with a guqin placed in front of him, when Feng Huang looked over, the man in green shirt also looked up, his clear and gentle eyes reflected Feng Huang's With snowy hair, there were circles of water ripples that could not be calmed down.

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and the man in the green shirt opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and after several times, he said bitterly: "You are here."

The three words gently, but it seems to have been expected.

Fenghuang didn't answer, no matter how the gentle and elegant man in blue shirt changed his expression, he remained motionless, without saying a word, his eyes were as cold as snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

"I've heard about you and Donghuang Taiyi..." After a pause, the man in the blue shirt fell on Fenghuang's snowy hair. He still remembered the last time they met, this god from the heavens clearly He has long black hair, and his eyes are as warm as water, how could he be so indifferent now.

"Friend, you—"

"There is no more Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the world." After interrupting the man in the blue shirt, Feng Huang's eyes slightly raised two cold lights that implied murderous intent.

The spring breeze is colder, making the catkins rustle.

The man in the green shirt sighed softly, and said lightly: "I, Li Qingfeng, am not afraid of death. What I am afraid of is seeing my friends step into a situation of doom and powerlessness. There is no Dong Huang Tai Yi in the world, but there is no Feng Huang."

He looked at him with concern in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If you lose all your humanity, what's the difference between being alive and being dead?"

The man who used to be full of graceful and self-contained paintings in his gestures and gestures is now as cold as an ice sculpture, making it difficult for people to get close. Fenghuang has indeed eliminated Donghuang Taiyi, and the price he paid is himself.

Fenghuang groaned, hiding a bit of impatience and murderous intent in the coldness overflowing from his throat.

Now that he is the lord of the heavens and the lord of the six realms, why has he ever cared about the exclamation of an "old man" in front of him, not to mention, he is the real unintentional person now.

"Give me the Lingzhu." Without responding to Li Qingfeng's words, Feng Huang, who was already a little impatient, went straight in, and the icy light from his clear eyes was like two sharp knives locked tightly on Li Qingfeng's body. No matter what choice Li Qingfeng makes, Fenghuang is bound to win this spirit pearl and this life.

"Or... I will do it myself." With his left hand behind his back, Fenghuang's outstretched right hand was white and clean, but his fingertips revealed a murderous intent.

To do it yourself is to let Li Qingfeng hand over the spirit orb, at least his cultivation will be wiped out and he will become a useless person, and at worst he will die.

If Fenghuang did it, there would be only one dead end.

We used to sit cross-legged on the edge of a cliff and laugh proudly at the world, we used to cook wine and chat in the snowy gazebo, our former friends are now only ruthless and cold.

With his lips pressed together, Li Qingfeng lightly tapped the strings: "I'm not afraid of death, but at this moment, I can't die in your hands."

Before the words were finished, a cold murderous intent swept across the sky like remnant snow. Before the sword energy arrived, the murderous intent was the first to pierce the eyebrows. Li Qingfeng quickly plucked the strings of the guqin, changing from the previous melodious and melodious, The sound of the clattering zither collided with sword energy and cold killing intent in mid-air.

In an instant, the willow catkins turned into blue stars and scattered all over the ground, how could Li Qingfeng resist the current Fenghuang, even with the magic weapon in his hand, he was forced to retreat by Fenghuang's palm, his throat was sweet , a little bit of bright red overflowed from the lips.

Before he could stand firmly on his heels, the life-threatening hand struck again. Seeing that the Fenghuang was about to get close, Li Qingfeng hurriedly plucked the strings and shot out several sword qi. There was a light white phantom, and the white and clean hands were about to clasp Li Qingfeng's neck in the blink of an eye.

"Master, no!"

A black figure appeared across the sky and stood in front of Li Qingfeng. The two former masters and apprentices met again in this way. Feng Huang never restrained his strength. Moving together, the five elements change and the six realms shake, buckle like seven stars move eight formations, ninety-nine return to one, it's hard to tell the winner.

The expressions of the three people present were different. Li Qingfeng, who was injured, never expected that the young man in front of him could take Fenghuang's palms. Facing the sudden appearance of Jiuxiao, Fenghuang also frowned slightly and finally showed some expression.

For Yu Jiuxiao, seeing Fenghuang's snowy hair with his own eyes was what really hurt him.

"Get out of the way." Just glanced at Jiu Xiao lightly, Feng Huang looked over Jiu Xiao and stared at Li Qingfeng all the time, the Lingzhu in Li Qingfeng's body was what he was bound to get today.

"Master Li, you go first." Jiu Xiao stood still and did not intend to move away. He stood aside to block Feng Huang's gaze from staring at Li Qingfeng. People have fled in an instant.

Seeing that his prey ran away under his nose, Feng Huang snorted and was about to catch up, Jiu Xiao immediately entangled him again when he saw this.

"presumptuous!"

Being disturbed by Jiu Xiao, Li Qingfeng had already fled far away, his eyes were cold, and Feng Huang slapped Jiu Xiao directly with a slap, even though he was prepared, Jiu Xiao was still beaten by this palm The throat is sweet.

Even if the memory is restored now, most of the Golden Crow blood in his body has awakened. Compared with the current Feng Huang, Jiu Xiao is still no match for Feng Huang, and being able to receive Feng Huang's palms is already his maximum limit .

Swallowing the blood that was about to rush to his lips, Jiu Xiao grinned, his eyes sparkling: "Master, I will never give up on you."

No matter what you become, you will always be my master.