I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

He was staying with the mysterious Shangxian.

As early as when the three forces outside the cave were fighting to make the sky dark and the earth dark and the undercurrent turbulent, the latter opened up a space gap that was three meters wide with just a single swipe.Afterwards, the man made a move with wide sleeves, wrapped him up and walked away.Compared with the several waves of people who fought life and death and had their own thoughts, the two of them were as relaxed as an outing.

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed, pink willows and greenery, birds singing and flowers fragrant, a gurgling stream in front of me, and a lawn under my feet. A paradise-like place.

After staying for a long time in the pitch-black place full of miasma and traps, Fang Qinghong sat on the lawn, feeling as if he was in another world.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After sensing the existence of the inborn Taoist fetus, pure spiritual power surged to this side and filled his body.This kind of life that can be absorbed unscrupulously without worrying about what substances are contained in it is really good.

Fang Qinghong was still quite clear-headed, so he quickly stood up and looked for the trace of his benefactor.

The dignified and solemn Shangxian is just behind him, and he can be seen by turning around.At this moment, the other party sat cross-legged on a boulder half a person's height, and behind him were three Tanghua trees in full bloom.He closed his eyes, the sunlight pierced through the swaying flower shadows, and landed on his face as smooth as jade, reflecting the thick and long eyelashes clearly.

The breeze is blowing, the light and shadow are mottled, and the beauty is like a picture scroll.

He seems to like the pose.Fang Qinghong came back to his senses, muttered in his heart, put on a pleasing smile on his face, and shouted: "Thank you, Shangxian, for your help. Without your help, this junior would have fallen into the hands of Moxiu."

The other party seemed to have little interest in such compliments, and didn't seem to want to respond to him at all.Fang Qinghong was not embarrassed, stepped forward, and took the initiative to make friends with others: "Dare to ask the god what is your name? I have heard that the way of the gods is the most mysterious. You can practice the law of eternal life by collecting the vows of believers. The younger generation No talent, I would like to express my heart with this.”

As if softened by the peaceful atmosphere here, at this moment, the mysterious Shangxian had restrained all the previous domineering aura.Without the mountain that weighs on people's hearts, the superiority of his skin is even more prominent.Even when the wind blows by, the lightly curving hair on the cheeks is extremely pleasing to the eye.

The man raised his eyelids, and his eyes lightly swept over: "Why do you decide that I'm not Zixia?"

When talking about things he was sure of, Fang Qinghong stood up, straightened his back and talked eloquently: "Strength is paramount in the realm of comprehension, and the powerful will never allow their authority to be challenged. If you are really Zixia Shangxian How can the remaining incarnation let others make trouble in front of the door?"

"Furthermore, since I have obtained Zixia Shangxian's magic weapon, I also have his memory. Judging from the information left behind, the treasure you gave me has been obsessed with him all his life. Now it is easily Xu Ren, this is unreasonable, so you are only a later visitor, not Shangxian Zixia himself."

The man said: "In the beginning it didn't belong to him."

Fang Qinghong was taken aback: "Why did Shangxian say that?"

Under the Tanghua tree, pink and white petals fluttered down and settled on the man's hair and shoulders.He looked at Fang Qinghong quietly, his voice was calm, but determined: "Its owner is only you." The dark pupils were like a deep pool, faintly rippling twice, and when people wanted to focus on it When I went to see, I regained my composure.

Fang Qinghong blurted out: "You know me?"

There is a deeper meaning to this sentence, but he believes that the other party can understand, he just has this intuition.What Fang Qinghong asked was about him in his previous life, or about his karma that he didn't even know about.

Two colorful luan birds with bright feathers flew to the man's knee, leaned over and rubbed their heads on the hem of the man's clothes with attachment.

Fang Qinghong was stunned, opened his eyes wide, and stuttered for a long time: "This, this... Cailuan! It's all extinct outside!" They are still lovers who fly together with each other.

Honghuang Ruiqi is famous for its emphasis on love and righteousness. They will only have one mate throughout their lives. No matter where they go, they will always appear in pairs.If the partner dies, the other half will not eat or drink, mourn and weep blood until death.

At this moment, another bird flew from afar.The long purple tail feathers meanders, and the body is agile and light. After landing, it spreads its wings and lowers its graceful and slender neck, as if saluting.

It's a bird!

Fang Qinghong stretched his neck and looked around, seeing more and more auspicious birds gathering, dancing up and down around them, forming a circle.There are swans with pure white coats, swans with bright yellow and bright colors, and even indigo, which are as beautiful as blue birds in the blue sky after the rain.The pair of colorful phoenixes that came first had already flown to the branches, stopped among the flowers and sang cheerfully, their voices were melodious and melodious.

These auspicious birds are like little chieftains, each with their own servants in charge of many exotic beasts or ordinary spirit birds with lower bloodlines.Those dexterous little animals landed on the ground a little further away, or stopped in mid-air, and chirped in unison in their direction.

Fang Qinghong couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch it to see if it was real.Even in his previous life, he had never seen a few prehistoric alien species.

No matter how gentle the auspicious beasts are, they still have the pride of bloodline inheritors in their bones, and they will not allow a stranger to touch them.But the strange thing is that just after he stretched out his hand, the bird closest to him seemed to be able to understand people's hearts, and it took the initiative to stop on Fang Qinghong's shoulder.Not only that, but it also took the initiative to lower its head and accepted the touch from the human race docilely.

Fang Qinghong started hands excitedly, caressed Shunmao with an extremely gentle force, turned his head and said: "Shangxian Shangxian, are you raising this?"

"..."

"Where did you find them? Oh yes, you are a fairy, and you are better than us ordinary monks. Ah, look, it seems to like me a lot!"

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"Is it you who taught them so dearly?"

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"Shangxian, what is your name? How should I call you?"

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"You saved me twice, if you don't remember your name, how can you justify it?" Fang Qinghong was very insistent on this question, no matter how far the topic went, he could always get back to it.

He walked up to the huge rock, leaned his upper body forward, put his hands behind his back, and raised his eyes to look at the person who had been cold and indifferent since the beginning, and his expression had hardly changed.

The man silently looked down at him, from this angle, Fang Qinghong's eyes looked extraordinarily innocent and round.The young man's eyes were clear and bright, as if to him, being able to remember his name was a very, very important thing.

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Fuyao."

"Wow, what a name!" Fang Qinghong applauded cheeringly, the bird sitting on his head understood that he was praising his master, and flapped its wings happily.

"Peng's migration in Nanming, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one who swings up ninety thousand miles*, what is the relationship between senior Fuyao and the Kunpeng clan?" After Fang Qinghong finished speaking, his eyes rolled around cunningly, pretending It's not obvious that he probed into people's backgrounds by himself.

The man replied blankly: "You have said too much."

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.Fang Qinghong couldn't get an answer in Fuyao, so Fang Qinghong started to wander around, and people didn't care about him anyway.Ever since the bird was touched comfortably, it became very close to him and followed him all the way, singing melodiously in its ears.

Fang Qinghong stretched out his hand to touch its tail feathers fluttering in the wind, and jokingly said: "Why are you so happy, is it rare that someone comes? By the way, what's your name, did senior give you a name?"

The bird raised its head and called twice.

Fang Qinghong: "Haven't you cultivated enough to be able to speak human words? In this way, if you don't mind, I will give you a nickname first, so that it will be easier for us to come and go. You are not the only one here. When I call you, You'll know I'm looking for you."

The scorpion echoed loudly.

"Hmm... your feathers are purple, so let's call them Crimson Purple. Oh, I'm not very good at naming names, so you can use them as you go, and let the seniors come up with a better name for you later."

The bird tilted its head, its eyes were pure and innocent, it didn't know people and cultivated the so-called aesthetics, it was extremely happy that it had a name, it stopped on Fang Qinghong's shoulder again, and rubbed against people's faces.

He circled around and came back.After all, wouldn't it be impolite if you accidentally broke into some forbidden place in someone else's territory?

After Fang Qinghong's investigation, the conclusion he can draw is: this is a veritable paradise.Except for no one, the ecological development of the small world is extremely mature, and the power of ordinary power alone is by no means enough to create such a strong, aura-rich, and vibrant place.

This...is really a small world hidden in the body of an immortal?Or another secret realm?

He has thought about whether to pretend to be an ignorant eighteen or nine-year-old boy. After all, there are not many people who know the secrets of Mahayana. If he is asked how to know, what should he say?But after thinking about it, if senior Fuyao is really a fairy, how could he not know the fate of people in the world?

You don't even need to pinch your fingers to calculate, just by observing his soul, you can see through the past and present of a person.How can such a small matter of rebirth escape the opponent's eyes.

So Fang Qinghong went straight in: "Senior, is this your cave?"

In the end, of course, he was talking to himself.The man was in meditation like an old monk, he didn't say a word, but the birds beside him flew away, making room for Fang Qinghong.

The boy stepped forward, turned around and leaned against the stone.

The strange beasts and birds quieted down, the sky was filled with clouds, and the blue sky was like washing.

"Senior Fuyao, let me ask one last question." After a while, Fang Qinghong turned his head, put his hands together, and swore seriously: "I swear, shut up after asking this."

The man finally reacted.He gave a noble and glamorous look of "you finally understand how annoying you are", signaling for people to speak quickly.

Fang Qinghong described what he saw and heard in Guqu Mountain—especially the existence of that 'evil force', and asked seriously at the end of the day: "Do you know what's going on?"

Fuyao: "Yes."

Fang Qinghong's eyes lit up: "Then..."

Fuyao interrupted him with sharp words: "With your current strength, you are not qualified to know."