Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Among all the creatures that Fu Yuqiu has seen, the ones he hates most are the human races—because they always plan to pick grass for medicine, they are so bad.

Immediately behind are birds that peck and peck and peck and peck.

After being pecked at a leaf, Fu Yuqiu could cry for three days without sleep.

Wen Yougu's residence is surrounded by dense red threads intertwined into an enchantment, and countless bells are hung on the red threads, and the wind can scare the birds away.

Fu Yuqiu has been hiding as a bird all her life, but she never thought that one day she would become a bird or a beast.

Fu Yuqiu was about to collapse.

He flicked his tender claws desperately, trying in vain to grow roots for him to take root, but after kicking for a long time, only a few tiny hairs were tossed down.

Fu Yuqiu stared at the snow-white wings, almost crying.

His life was alive, but he lived like a bird.

Fu Yuqiu only felt that grass life was boring, and he didn't even feel lucky to be reborn once, so he lay on the ground in a daze and wept silently.

——It’s just that his current shell is too round, and he can’t touch the ground with his head after lying down. He can only turn over and lay his head limply on the small jade plate next to him, choking with sobs.

"Forget it!" Fu Yuqiu thought angrily.

"Eat him raw." Said the young man in Tsing Yi next to him.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu suddenly froze, and he just, just talked casually.

The young man in Tsing Yi stared at him, parted his lips and licked his small fangs, his appetite whetted: "If you take the spirit blood of this white sparrow and use it as medicine, can your lord give me a taste of the remaining shell?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

When he was making Youcao, he had to worry about someone digging him into medicine, but now that he was a bird, he also had to worry about being someone's meal? !

Fu Yuqiu cried even harder, thinking in his heart, "Is there any magic pill on this bird?"

Fry them sooner or later.

With such kung fu, Fu Yuqiu's seven souls and six souls seemed to be firmly fixed in this shell, and an intermittent memory flooded into his mind, which almost exploded his sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a muffled bang, and Fu Yuqiu almost fainted.

But also thoroughly figured out the origin of this shell.

"Memory" told him ruthlessly: This shell is just a living waste, there is no panacea, don't try to explode yourself.

The white sparrow was originally the youngest highness of the Qingluan clan, a useless white sparrow that could only chirp.

No panacea, no spiritual roots, years of practice, piles of panaceas thrown down, not even human form.

But the white sparrow was lucky, because of the saying "the white sparrow is an auspicious sign", it was raised by the Cangluan family as a mascot.

I don't know how many times a day to feed it, but its chubby body is almost three times fatter than other birds and beasts.

Until some time ago, the leader of the Cangluan clan changed hands.

The new patriarch probably saw that the white sparrow was not as "auspicious" as six-two-five, and he ate quite a lot, so he simply sent the rice bucket to Jiuchongtian to be a spiritual pet for the immortal.

Fu Yuqiu was dumbfounded.

Immortal?

Although he didn't care about world affairs in Wen Yougu, but after being brought into the world by Feng Beihe, he had heard the evil name of that immortal.

It is said that Xianzun is paranoid and extremely bloodthirsty. When he killed Jiuchongtian, the blood even dyed the clouds and mists into a deep red, which lasted for seven days.

That's a fiction of mortal stories.

Fu Yuqiu smiled when he heard that, and said to Feng Beihe: "It's too exaggerated, that immortal is not the master of hell."

At that time, Feng Beihe's expression was very strange, and he said: "It's not an exaggeration."

Fu Yuqiu took the straw and sucked the spiritual water in the cup, and asked in confusion, "What?"

Feng Beihe didn't speak again, but just added another glass of water to him, signaling "Drink yours".

Fu Yuqiu drank water six hours a day at twelve o'clock a day. Seeing this, he happily drank the spiritual water and put the topic behind him.

He originally thought that he would never see the legendary bloodthirsty immortal in this life, but he didn't expect...

Is it actually in Nine Heavens at this time? !

"But it doesn't matter!" Fu Yuqiu is very good at comforting himself, "I have no grievances with him, why should he kill me?"

Thinking of this, Fu Yuqiu's body trembled.

What did the dragon say just now?

The white sparrow was so hungry that it ate the spirit flower that nourished the spirit veins of the immortal venerable? !

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Is this living waste hungry? !

So fat and still eat!

"But it doesn't matter!" Fu Yuqiu was in a good mood, and began to comfort himself again, "I said that the immortal was catching insects, and he ate them accidentally."

After thinking about it, Fu Yuqiu herself fell silent.

No fool would believe this kind of nonsense.

Fu Yuqiu had a terrible headache, and was about to comfort herself again, "It's okay", when another memory appeared in his mind intermittently.

"Under a towering giant tree, a man in green clothes stood facing the wind, and said calmly: "No one will guard against a fool who can't even cultivate a human form. "

After finishing speaking, a round bead rolled under the paw of the white sparrow.

The white sparrow chirped in confusion.

The man said: "Look for an opportunity to place 'Shui Lianqing' in the Jade Spring of the Nine Heavens. When the immortal is dead, I will give you the antidote.""

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Do you dare to believe that his shell is here to kill the Immortal Venerable? !

And the antidote?

Is this white bird also poisoned?

Fu Yuqiu lay down peacefully, feeling that she could wait to die.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked eagerly at the "food on the plate" in the cage, his fingers turned into pitch-black dragon claws, and poked a strand of bright red feathers between the white sparrow's eyebrows.

Fu Yuqiu has nothing to love in life, and feels that she is bound to die.

He seemed to be thinking about it, he gave the dragon a hard look, and said in his heart: "One time, two times..."

When the dragon pokes ten more times, I will explode the magic pill!

Oh no, there is no panacea.

Fu Yuqiu frowned and inspected his inner mansion, thinking: "It's not right, this shell obviously has a panacea."

The elixir in the inner mansion is not the same as the crimson spirit grass. It seems that there are strands of water vapor running through the bead, and the blue light seems to have touched the thunder, crackling like a spider web all over the body's meridians.

Fu Yuqiu didn't think too much about it, he just thought it would be easier if there was a panacea.

"If he pokes again, I'll blow it up for him to see!"

Fu Yuqiu's temper looks gentle and deceitful, but his bones are a little ignorant of world affairs, and sometimes he can explode with anger over trivial matters.

He probably just died once, and now he is fearless, counting how many times the dragon poked him with a cold face.

"Don't get too close to him."

The girl in Xuanyi put her arms around her arms and said coldly: "A few days ago, the Tonghe tribe sent an oriole bird. It was said that it was to sing a little song for the immortal, but in fact it was with the idea of ​​assassinating the immortal. Who Do you know what kind of sinister thing is hidden on this white sparrow?"

The girl's dragon pupil seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and see through the heart.

Fu Yuqiu wondered if this woman knew what the hell "Shui Lianqing" was wearing on her body, but he didn't care, and continued to count with a cold chirp.

"Eight hits, nine hits..."

Immediately to ten.

Fu Yuqiu seemed to be addicted to the explosion of a panacea, and would explode again without hesitation.

At this moment, the youth in Tsing Yi finally withdrew his owed dragon claws, and said happily: "It will be fine, you see, this Xue Tuanzi can't even transform into a human form, how can he have the ability to assassinate the Immortal Venerable?"

Fu Yuqiu took back the blown hair, and said in her heart, "You've got a sense."

The young man in Tsing Yi said again: "Even if he really brought something, it's fine. He ruined the Golden Glowing Grass, and the Immortal Venerable must have set him off as a firework at night—tsk, I really want to eat charcoal-grilled birds."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Sooner or later, this dragon who covets his new shell will be blown up!

At this moment, the snow-white clouds outside the window seemed to be poisoned by the demonic energy, and turned into dark clouds in an instant, crackling and thundering.

"Chirp!"

Fu Yuqiu, who had been fearless before, immediately faltered, pouted her tail feathers and burrowed into the corner of the cage.

This stormy sky is too strange, not to mention that for a grass, the most fearful thing is the weather with strong winds and heavy rain.

After every heavy rain, his leaves will be knocked off a few pieces.

It's annoying.

The young man in Tsing Yi saw the window, was overjoyed and ran out with the cage.

"Xianzun is coming back soon!"

Fu Yuqiu was knocked so hard that she rolled twice in the cage, and with an uncontrollable squeak, she bumped into the gap in the golden cage, and was forced to have a panoramic view of the surrounding scene.

Surrounded by brilliant gold and jade, the immortal energy is ethereal, as if standing on the clouds, and the spiritual power is extremely pure, which is completely different from the barren spiritual power in the three realms.

Sure enough, he is no longer in the world.

Fu Yuqiu shuddered instinctively when he saw the thunder and heavy rain in the sky, and hurriedly buried his head in a corner after only one glance, hiding his claws, leaving only his tail feathers shivering.

The young man in Tsing Yi was humming a song as he walked along the fog-shrouded promenade, chatting endlessly with the girl next to him.

"The Immortal said that he will watch the fireworks later. The color of the oriole is beautiful, and it must look very good when it is released."

"Doctor Xuelu is still waiting for the golden light grass to be used as medicine to warm and nourish the soul of the immortal. This is in vain."

"The spirit grass has just bloomed, what a pity."

The girl Xi Jing ignored him at all.

The young man talked all the way to himself, and he could create a posture of chattering all by himself.

After a while, the main hall has arrived.

The two quickly walked up the 81 white jade steps.

Clouds and mist brushed past the entrance of the solemn hall, and a guard guard looked awe-inspiring, like a puppet, his eyes were as light as stones, as if he was guarding the underworld.

The hall was shrouded in clouds and mist, and as soon as I entered, I could vaguely hear the crisp sound of the wind blowing through the Zhanfeng Duo, which was ethereal and ghostly.

There was a strong wind outside, as if a ghost had descended.

The Zhanfengduo hanging somewhere is getting louder and louder, and the sound of wind chimes is so dense that it hits the heart like a drumbeat, making people panic for no reason.

The young man in Tsing Yi called Yun Shou, skillfully walked to the first jade platform in the hall, grabbed Fu Yuqiu and put him on the bird stand.

Fu Yuqiu held on to the crossbar tightly with both paws, and almost lost his balance and rolled down.

"Chirp!"

Yun Shou watched him staggering for a long while, and laughed unceremoniously: "What kind of panacea did the Patriarch Cangluan feed you? As a bird, why did you become so fat?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

If you continue to scold me, I will blow myself up!

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu was struggling to stand, Yunshou rolled his eyes and smiled.

Fu Yuqiu had a bad premonition, always feeling that this person was holding back something bad.

Yun Shou turned into a little dragon and flew out, and came back with a jade basin in his mouth after a while.

He turned into a human form and placed the jade basin on the jade platform. The spiritual soil inside showed traces of being turned over.

Bubbles popped out of Fu Yuqiu's head, not knowing what he was going to do.

Yun Shou laughed until his eyes were bent, he grabbed Fu Yuqiu's round body, like planting grass, and pressed the bird to the spiritual soil.

Fu Yuqiu's two bright yellow claws were stuffed into the spiritual soil, and from a distance, it seemed that a large cluster of snowball flowers bloomed in this pot.

Yun Shou laughed loudly: "Since you have eaten this spirit grass, then plant it in this pot and wait for the immortal to come over."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

For other birds, this might be a humiliation, but for Fu Yuqiu, a secluded herb, it was almost dozed off and someone handed him a pillow.

The crimson spirit grass has taken root in the spiritual soil all the year round, and even if he had to transform into a human form, his legs were tightly wrapped. The only time he was imprisoned in the sand mustard by Feng Beihe...

When Fu Yuqiu thought about it, he became so angry that his head went into a daze again.

He silently said a few words "Don't be angry, don't be angry, that dog man is already torn to pieces", successfully coaxing himself.

The feeling of the soil covering the legs was too secure, Fu Yuqiu stabbed his claws a few inches deeper, and couldn't help letting out a sigh.

"Chirp—"

After chirping, he regretted it, and made two peeps.

This shell is so nasty.

Fu Yuqiu decided that if he chirped ten times uncontrollably, he would slap himself in the mouth.

Yun Shou originally expected the bird to blow its feathers, but unexpectedly, the white sparrow "planted" comfortably in the pot, squinting its eyes and enjoying it very much.

Yun Shou: "?"

This white sparrow is special.

Fu Yuqiu was enjoying the comfort brought by the spiritual soil, and did not realize that Zhan Fengduo's voice had disappeared.

There was no movement in the thunderstorm outside, and the clouds and mists were frozen like icebergs.

Until the sound of fireworks blooming suddenly sounded, Fu Yuqiu was almost shocked and fell headlong.

He barely "planted" himself firmly, and looked up.

A firework slowly rose from the clouds, penetrated a cloud, and exploded in the center of the hall.

The flames splashed everywhere, and there seemed to be white fluff like fluff floating around.

The fireworks exploded so beautifully that Fu Yuqiu liked fireworks, and his eyes lit up when he saw the colorful lights.

Fu Yuqiu has been alone in Wenyou Valley for a long time, and always likes to talk to himself. Seeing such beautiful fireworks at this time, he couldn't hold back for a while, and said, "It's so beautiful, let's have another one."

After happily tweeting, Fu Yuqiu immediately poker-faced and scolded herself.

"If you chirp again, I will slap you."

He was talking to himself, and with the sound of fireworks bursting, a low laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

Fu Yuqiu turned her head in a daze, her gaze was caught off guard by a pair of beautiful golden pupils.

The man was close at hand, looking at him with gentle eyes - Fu Yuqiu didn't even notice when he came.

Yun Shou beside him was kneeling and saluting respectfully.

It was sunny outside after the rain, and the sun was shining on a knuckle hand.

The finger slowly touched the red feathers on the white sparrow's head, and his tone was filled with a gentle smile: "You also think this fireworks are beautiful?"

Fu Yuqiu's body swayed after being hit, and "planted" with difficulty.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, a man in a snow-white robe is sitting on a cloud chair, his long hair is only loosely tied with a blue headband, and it is scattered on the hem of the floor-to-ceiling clothes, like an undercurrent pouring in the clouds and mist.

The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, his cuffs were embroidered with gold-edged dark patterns, and his wrists were wrapped in plain white and rested on the jade table, giving him a natural air of nobility.

The clouds and mist flowing past the man seemed to slow down a bit.

Fu Yuqiu tilted her head to look at him.

This is……

Immortal?

It seems that he is not as powerful and domineering as he imagined, as fierce as a tiger, as strong as a bear, but on the contrary, he is a bit more beautiful?

——There is no one in the Three Realms who can make Fu Yuqiu, a face-blind person who hates human skin, praise her for being beautiful.

Because of the appearance of the Immortal Venerable, the surrounding clouds and mists slowly dissipated.

The sound of fireworks was still ringing, and Fu Yuqiu's thoughts were all on the sudden appearance of the immortal, and he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, suddenly aware that something was wrong.

The thing that set off the fireworks in the center of the hall was not the fire rock Wen Yougu Fuyuqiu was used to seeing, nor the gunpowder box that Feng Beihe took him to see after joining the WTO.

Below the fireworks, there was just a bloody man kneeling in a pool of blood, dying.

He struggled and pulled hard on his arm, as if he had pulled something off, a bloody feather appeared out of thin air on his blank fingertips.

The man squeezed the feather, and injected a small amount of spiritual power and vitality into the feather.

With a sound of "bang", the feathers exploded in the air, bursting out fireworks intertwined with fire and blood.

Fu Yuqiu froze all over, shivering indistinctly.

Just now what the boy said, "The color of the oriole is beautiful, it must look good when it is released"...

Is it this kind of blood flame that exploded with spiritual power and vitality?

The immortal venerable, who was full of warmth, lowered his head, his beautiful pupils were like the water of an ancient pool, deep and peaceful, and he watched the fireworks with great interest.

Realizing that the white bird seemed to be frightened, he smiled lightly.

The white sparrow was so fat that it had no neck, and Xianzun's plain white fingers could only hook the small bright yellow beak, gently but forcefully making Fu Yuqiu look up.

Fuyuqiu obviously didn't feel scared, but with this warm hand on his sharp beak, he trembled uncontrollably, and a tuft of red feathers on his head almost fell off.

The bloody flames that are still blooming are reflected in the golden pupils of the Immortal Venerable, and his voice is gentle, with a grace and dignity that no one else can learn.

"Didn't you say that the golden light grass is blooming? Why does this flower look so much like a snowball flower?"

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

Xianzun asked with a smile: "Your Highness, where is my golden grass?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

In, in the stomach.