The master of cultivating immortals protects me

"master."

"Ah."

"master."

"Ok?"

"master."

Finally, he raised his head from the book he was holding in his hands, and Feng Huangchao himself kept calling his apprentice to look over it for no reason. Xu Xiaofeng still looked like a fool, lying sideways on the low couch, with one leg hanging down casually. On the side of the couch, the other leg is stepping on the mahogany armrest with carved patterns on the low couch.

This kid is really getting more and more unruly, Fenghuang kept his face calm and said in a calm tone: "Don't be greedy for coolness."

"I won't get sick." Xu Xiaofeng stepped on the mahogany handrail as if stepping on a drum, and stared at his master with his chin straight.

Ten years did not even leave a trace of fine lines in the corners of the master's eyes. He just looked at the master quietly, just like every day in the past ten years, looking at the master's eyebrows like green hills, eyes like water waves, and tall and straight mountains. The bridge of the nose, the rose-like lips of the valley...

"Master, what if one day I become older than you?" Xu Xiaofeng bit his lower lip unwillingly, no one doubts that Master is his senior brother now, if he keeps getting old in the future, Master will still be young and handsome It is estimated that no one would think of him as the master's apprentice at that time.

I'm wrinkled all over my face and you're still young, well, it's scary to think about it.

Ten years ago, Xu Xiaofeng was a small black briquette, not even reaching Fenghuang's shoulders. The former little crow has now become a tall and straight man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Fenghuang.

More and more, more and more like the silent little crow in Fenghuang's memory.

There is no soft and pleasant appearance, the face of the crow seems to be cut by the wind blade of the cold winter, and the edges and corners are sharp. A pair of clear eyes are like water flowing under the ice for thousands of years, cold and icy, as if a hand can hold The sharp blade that splits the world.

"Master?" Xu Xiaofeng frowned subconsciously, feeling somewhat displeased, it was the first time he found out that the master would lose his mind when talking to him, who was the master thinking of right now?

Although they have been together for ten years, Xu Xiaofeng spent most of these ten years cultivating. He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who came to this different world by chance. Will live to this day and will not meet the master.

The master is always by his side but seems to be very far away from him, as far away as if he is on the ground and the master is above the distant nine-day sky, neither can be seen nor touched.

After all, it is just an incarnation of the deity, and it might disappear suddenly one day.

Where will he go to find the master then?If he wants to go to the distant sky that he can't touch, or the bottom of the deep sea, if he doesn't have the skills, he can't go anywhere.

Xiuxian was just curious at first, just to survive, but now, it seems that he wants to be with the master more.

Fenghuang, who came back to his senses, did not miss the flickering tangle on Xu Xiaofeng's face, the corner of his mouth raised, Fenghuang laughed softly: "Sounds good."

Cursing her lips, Xu Xiaofeng looked at Feng Huang and hummed: "Master, could it be that you are already so old that your face is wrinkled and your beard and hair are white, so you use a beautiful avatar to fool me?"

"You don't look good as a teacher, so you don't want to be my apprentice?" Fenghuang raised his eyebrows slightly, he knew that Xu Xiaofeng liked to stare at him, before that he didn't have much feeling about his appearance, it was just a It's just a secondary skin, and everyone likes a good-looking skin.

Xu Xiaofeng smiled and rubbed his nose: "No matter what the master himself looks like, I like it."

"Xu Xiaofeng, speak up if you have something to say." He simply put down the boring book written by a mortal in his hand, since just now Fenghuang felt that Xu Xiaofeng was hesitant to speak and obviously wanted to ask him something.

In the past ten years, as long as he was not practicing, Xu Xiaofeng liked to pester him with questions, but today he became reserved?

"Master, you said that a person's aura will not change after attaining Taoism and ascension. Does that mean that even if a cultivator of Baoling becomes a fairy, he will still have the aura of Baoling?"

Fenghuang nodded: "Yes."

Xu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "Then master, are you also a Baoling?"

In the past ten years of practice and study, Xu Xiaofeng has learned to distinguish the smells of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, including the aura of monks. When he first arrived in Xujiacheng that day, he knew that Gongsunzhuang was a monk of heaven.

The master has always told him that if monk Baoling can control his aura well, he can influence a monk of Tianling silently. The performance of Gongsun Zhuang that day made Xu Xiaofeng have a deeper understanding of aura. The influence and control of the spirit was stronger than he expected.