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

When Fuyao arrived, he saw him standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a crunching sound from the thick fallen leaves being stepped on, and a low and magnetic voice rang in his ears: "I've finished my work, let's go back." When Fang Qinghong turned his head, he felt a sense of conversion as relaxed and trusting as a baby swallow cast into the forest.

He only glanced at Fuyao, then stared at the withered and yellow broken leaves under his feet in a daze, and after a while, he said somewhat perplexedly: "Am I a failure in life?"

Fu Yao frowned: "Why did you say that?"

Fang Qinghong didn't answer, he realized his gaffe.Taking a deep breath, Bai Yi Jianxiu had his usual smile on his face again: "It's nothing, I'm just joking, and deliberately scare you. How could I fail, right?"

Fuyao's eyes fluttered, he hesitated to speak.

Just when Fang Qinghong was about to say something pleasing to the scene, the time was naturally conveyed in one stroke, a pair of slender white hands gently stretched into his messy hair.

Fang Qinghong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly understood Fuyao's intentions.The latter was helping him comb his long, unkempt hair.

The man's fingers are slender and powerful, moving through the thick hair.His body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, and even his fingertips were hot, irritating his sensitive scalp.Fang Qinghong twisted his body uncomfortably, the other party's touch was so close that he couldn't help but tremble.

"You're fine." Fuyao said suddenly.

Fang Qinghong concealed the heat rising on his cheeks: "Yes, yes, I think so too. It's embarrassing for you to be so serious all of a sudden."

Fuyao seemed very dissatisfied with his gag answer, and insisted on emphasizing again: "What other people think doesn't matter, you are fine."

Qinghong's face was really red.To shame.

Fuyao has no distractions, doesn't know anything about his predicament, and concentrates on straightening his hair.Gathering the smooth and slightly cool hair into bundles, he flipped over with his right hand and transformed into a hair crown made of sapphire.The hair crown looks like it was made a long time ago, and the engraved pattern on the outer ring is the same as the clothes on Fuyao's body. It is very expensive at first glance.

Fang Qinghong's brain got hot for a while, and he blurted out, "What do these patterns mean?"

"Auspicious and wishful." Fuyao paused for a moment, and then said eloquently: "During the prehistoric period, God bestowed different totem characters on each ethnic group, which was the blessing and love of heaven for the living beings. All ethnic groups conveyed this love in the form of sacrifices. It has been passed down, and on that day, all ethnic groups will worship God and ancestors first, and then the elders in the clan will bless the younger generations, and the spouses will bless the spouses.”

"Totems are also the imprints of the bloodlines of various races. When making blessing utensils, it is necessary to integrate the power of bloodlines and carve them with a pen. The things made in this way will carry the owner's wish power and will bless the people he wants to bless in the future. Yes Therefore, the prehistoric races will not easily bless people."

Fang Qinghong always felt that there was something wrong when he heard it, but Fuyao's expression was too serious, and he really couldn't think about it in a wrong way, so there was only one possibility left——

Does he want to be my father?

……

……

Fang Qinghong wisely chose that silence is golden.His unfailing instinct told him that if he said it, he would definitely be beaten.

Fuyao supported the back of his head with one hand, and fixed the jade crown with the other.The two people's eyes met, their breaths intermingled, and their dizzying brows and eyes were so close, Fang Qinghong couldn't help holding his breath, and didn't even dare to blink for a while.

Then he saw the other party's eyes as deep and beautiful as the sea under the moon, with gentle waves surging.

"This time, you did a good job." The man said.

His voice is also like mellow fairy wine, slowly flowing through his throat, fragrant and intoxicating.

After 30 years of acquaintance, this is the first time Fuyao praised him with such an expression and tone. Fang Qinghong's brain was slow, his lips opened and closed, and he spit out two words dryly: "What?"

Fuyao smiled slightly: "You provoked me earlier, didn't you just want me to say that to you?"

Perhaps it was because the other party's gaze was too focused, or maybe the hand holding his head hadn't moved away, or maybe it was the power of the beauty's alluring smile, which stretched this tender moment so long and confusing.

Even though Fang Qinghong was as free and easy as Fang Qinghong, his heart still beat out of order.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't want to think bad of Liu Menghan.This is also the reason why he has always had reservations about Liu Menghan in this life.

He had found reasons for Liu Menghan, such as being coerced by someone, for example, she didn't know that there was something wrong with the wine in the glass, and if he caught the thief and the king, as long as he became strong enough in this life and caught the mastermind in advance, the problem would be solved. .But these illusory visions were all shattered at this moment.

If it's just pure poisoned wine, it can indeed satisfy his wishful thinking about people's hearts.But if you want to kill a child of good fortune who is deeply blessed and favored by heaven, you need to pay more unimaginable efforts.

He is a person who deserves to die, and he has been blessed. Before killing him, he must first kill his luck and luck, and find a way to make him evil by the heavens and be abandoned.

Fang Qinghong didn't know exactly what was in the wine, but he could guess that it was a spell similar to curses and witchcraft.The opposite of cleanliness and auspiciousness is filth and evil. Those who can pollute the inborn Tao must be the dirtiest and most negative source of all evil in the world.This kind of thing is extremely destructive and toxic, and must be controlled by the caster himself. If it is in the hands of others, the glass of wine will not be served in front of him.

But Liu Menghan saved his life.

In order to save him back then, the other party almost lost his cultivation and reduced to a mortal body. This was a great blow to a person who was born as the pride of heaven.

If Liu Menghan really wanted to put him to death, why bother?

He should have been dismayed by this more rational and intuitive discovery, but now he couldn't remember it at all.

He was almost drowned in Fuyao's rare tenderness.

Fang Qinghong turned his face to the side unnaturally, but he didn't know how moving the stretched line of his profile was in the light and shadow.Fuyao looked at him right and wrong, the fingers entangled in the hair slowly retreated, and when the fingertips lingered over the young man's cheeks, he paused slightly, as if he was holding his face.

This recognition caused waves on Fuyao's face, and he withdrew his hand almost instantly.

The feeling of being lost at the touch of touch spreads in Fang Qinghong's heart, and as the distance between the two is opened, the previously indescribable atmosphere also dissipates.

The fleeting sense of strangeness in his heart disappeared before he could think about it.

Fang Qinghong hurriedly said: "Let's go, we will go back when we find the elixir of immortality." He immediately ran ahead.

The elixir was not placed in the palace of Master Tongtian, but enshrined elsewhere by him.There is a cliff on the back of the fairy mountain. The wall stands thousands of feet deep and the bottom is not visible. After people jump down, they can see a Taoist temple stuck in the stone wall during the weightless fall.The elixir was enshrined there.

He was also discovered by accident when he was pushed down in his previous life.

...It sounds like bitter tears.

The Taoist temple enshrines the Sanqing Supreme God, and whoever comes to the five realms must respectfully call him Patriarch.In the past, the alien races in the prehistoric world were enshrined in the Queen Mother of the West, and the gods and beasts were their own bases. All the kingdoms of the gods had patrons. Before the Huangdi Gongsun family and the Shennong Jiang family were consecrated, the human race had, and only the Sanqing gods gave them protection.

As a show of respect, the cliff was forbidden by the leader of the Tongtian sect. Since the immortals, no matter what their cultivation level is, they cannot fly on this imperial weapon.If you want to visit the Taoist temple, you need to report it with a devout heart, search up and down with your own manpower, and get it by climbing.This is also the test left by the Master Tongtian to the latecomers.

It's not that easy to become a fairy.

But today is different, with Fuyao as a ready-made Taoist, at least Fang Qinghong doesn't have to experience free fall anymore.

The former was also very cooperative. After listening to his explanation, he wrapped his arms around his waist without saying a word, tipped his toes, and flew down the cliff lightly.Fang Qinghong felt how powerful the opponent's arms were, how broad the shoulders were, and how firm the chest was, and awkwardly grasped the ground with his toes.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment that only he cared about, the young man began to talk about him from left to right: "Do you think we are like a martyr for love?" After he finished speaking, he regretted so much that he wanted to bite off his tongue.

Fuyao: "No."

Fang Qinghong conditioned reflex: "Why, don't you want to be with the person you like? What if he is willing too?"

Ah why can't I shut up!

The breeze blew the mountains and mist and slowly fluttered. During the weightless fall, the man's arms gradually tightened, firmly imprisoning Fang Qinghong in his arms.He said in an extremely firm tone: "I just hope he can live well."

When meeting Fuyao's eyes, Fang Qinghong's recovered heart missed another beat.It took me a long time to come back to my senses, clutching my chest and secretly thinking that I was scared to death, that if I don’t die for love, I don’t die for love, and being so serious, it seems that I will drag people to be buried with me.

The Taoist temple is an ancient stone building, which is completely different from the exquisiteness of the hanging feet and cornices, and looks very majestic and rough.The interior furnishings are made of some huge stones with unsmooth edges and corners. According to Fuyao, this is the style of the ancient Taoist school.

The gourd containing the elixir was placed on the altar, Fang Qinghong first bowed respectfully to the three stone statues, explained his purpose, and then went forward to take the gourd.

Seventy-eight out of ten of the essence of the elixir of immortality have been lost in the long years, but the only remaining ones can also meet his fairy needs!

Seeing that there was another piece of things together, Fang Qinghong turned around happily, and said to Fuyao: "Okay, okay, I can really go back now!"

After speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, and before he knew it, he also used the word "hui".

Seeing the tendency of Fuyao's eyes to melt again, Fang Qinghong coughed, and said with a guilty conscience: "Oh no, I have to go back to the Sword Sect first, I'm to blame for being out for such a long time, Junior Brother. Also, promise to Jiao The king is going to visit his Crystal Palace, so you can’t break your promise and lose weight, so let’s take the opportunity to go with him on the way back.”

Pa, the man's eyes that had just warmed up froze again.

"So," Fang Qinghong smiled suddenly, and said loudly against the wind passing by the entrance of the cave, "Do you want to go with me?"

Fuyao's heart surged, and he loosened his hand hidden in his wide sleeve, and finally uttered a word softly: "Okay."