Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Fu Yuqiu never thought that after returning to the lower realm, the first person he met would be a musician.

The dangerous despair disappeared suddenly the moment he saw the old man.

Fu Yuqiu had never been so wronged before, she couldn't help crying while trying to climb out of the water.

Although Youcao is water-friendly, this flesh and blood body has been soaked in the icy water for so long, his calf is blue from the cold, and he is about to cramp.

Fu Yuqiu tried twice but couldn't move her body. At that time, she became even more angry and cried and kicked the water.

Le Sheng: "..."

It is indeed Fu Yuqiu who can get angry with himself for no reason.

Fu Yuqiu was about to work harder when Le Sheng walked up to him, put a robe on his shoulders, and gently lifted him out of the water.

He froze for a moment.

During the days in Jiuchongtian, Fu Yuqiu has long been used to relying on himself in everything. When he was wrapped in a warm breath, he suddenly realized that he had escaped from the cage, and he no longer needed to be terrified anytime, anywhere.

This thought was like a runaway wild horse suddenly released, Fu Yuqiu whimpered, and immediately grabbed Le Sheng's lapel and tore it hard, his five knuckles turned white for a while, I don't know whether it was grievance or anger, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

"What kind of broken piano are you playing?!" Fu Yuqiu scolded, "You don't even know that I was killed under your nose, so you might as well come a little later, and the elixir will explode and blow you up to the sky!"

Le Sheng: "..."

Jianxiu faintly sensed something was wrong, and quietly held his breath.

Le Sheng... and that white-haired boy, are they old friends? !

Yue Sheng of Gongshang Gorge has a weird temper. He doesn't like monks, and he doesn't even bother to negotiate with the monster clan and the four clans. He has always been a loner, and he has never heard of any old friends.

And this white-haired boy should belong to the four clans.

Shouldn't Le Sheng be the most hated?

The more Jianxiu thought about it, the more something was wrong, and cold sweat broke out unconsciously on his forehead.

The evil dragon was still so stupid that he didn't know anything. Seeing Fu Yuqiu cursing and crying violently, the eyes of the dragon were straight, and he almost salivated three thousand feet.

Sword repair: "..."

Jianxiu held on tightly to the phoenix.

Even if he offends Le Sheng, he still has to get the spiritual pulse of the reward.

Furthermore, the relationship between Le Sheng and this young man may not be deep, maybe he will not fight against the sword cultivator and evil dragon who are at the top level for the sake of a member of the four clans.

Just as this thought flashed across, Fu Yuqiu cried and coughed, but still said: "You... you killed them for me! Woo...cough cough!"

Sword repair: "..."

Le Sheng let Fu Yuqiu tear his clothes to vent his anger, and glanced at him lightly when he heard this.

He obviously didn't have any spiritual power, but an aura that came out of nowhere forced Jianxiu to take half a step back unconsciously. After he realized it, his face became even uglier.

Fu Yuqiu was blushing from coughing, and was still struggling and shouting non-stop.

This is not a good place to reminisce about the old days, Le Sheng could barely suppress the countless doubts in his heart, and sat Fu Yuqiu on the boulder beside him.

"Calm down, ancestor." Le Sheng said lightly, "They haven't crossed the border."

Fu Yuqiu didn't listen, he only knew that he had been wronged and bullied, and when he heard the words, he was so angry that he wanted to kick him.

Even if he can't cross the line, if he has a backer, he will pretend to be a tiger!

Jianxiu heaved a sigh of relief and nodded slightly: "Le Sheng Ming Jian, then I will take my leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, Le Sheng raised his hand and placed the zither around the beams in front of him. There was a surge of spiritual power, and the melodious and melodious qin sound swept away.

Buzzing.

To Fu Yuqiu, it was just a series of deep piano sounds.

But for the sword repairman and the evil dragon who were swept by the sound of the piano, it was nothing less than a fierce sword intent. They were immediately shaken back a few steps, and their backs hit the water prison where Fu Yuqiu had not dissipated.

The evil dragon had rough skin and thick flesh, but it didn't suffer any injuries. The sword cultivator was made of flesh and blood, and was forced to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Le Sheng withdrew his hand and said calmly: "...But I'm in a bad mood today——Since the two of you are here, let's stay."

Jianxiu looked ugly: "I'm here to accept the reward order from Xuanzhulou, just for this phoenix, and I didn't intend to offend Le Sheng's friends. I would like to offer you a spirit stone and a elixir as an apology."

It can bend and stretch.

Xuanzhulou's business is spread all over the three realms and nine states, and the rewards offered are countless, even the suzerain of the Immortal League has to be courteous.

It's just that the name of Xuanzhulou has been brought out, but Le Sheng said with a half-smile: "Xuanzhulou? What the hell is that place? I've never heard of it."

Jianxiu gritted his teeth: "You..."

"But spirit stones and panacea..." Le Sheng stroked the piano lazily, "How much do you have that can buy your life, let's take a look?"

Sword repair: "..."

Everyone in the world thinks that Dao Lesheng has a sinister temperament and never disdains power and power. So he also loves this stinky thing?

Jian Xiu closed his eyes, took out the storage bag, and floated in front of Le Sheng with his spiritual power.

That's all his net worth these years.

Le Sheng glanced at him and said, "Sure enough, it's a sword cultivator, a poor ghost."

Sword repair: "..."

That's kind of insulting.

The evil dragon was still there foolishly, looking at Fu Yuqiu eagerly, and said, "Can I really stay?"

Jianxiu looked at the dragon in disbelief.

What Le Sheng said to stay is to save your dog's life!

idiot!

Fu Yuqiu came over slowly, quickly grabbed Le Sheng's sleeve, and hurriedly said: "In their hands... woo, come back."

Le Sheng looked back at him, frowned and said, "What the hell did you save again? When will you be able to get rid of your bad habits? Haven't you learned enough from the previous lessons?"

Fu Yuqiu watched Fenghuang being held in the hands of Jianxiu, and his eye circles were red with anxiety: "Hurry up!"

Le Sheng glanced at him and seemed to disdain his kindness, but he turned around and said casually, "Come on."

Jianxiu took half a step back and looked at him vigilantly.

Fu Yuqiu's spiritual power had dissipated a lot, and the water cage turned into light rain and fell.

The water cage has lost much power.

Jianxiu's eyes sank, he stared at Le Sheng and Fu Yuqiu, turned his head and looked at the evil dragon.

The dragon nodded reluctantly.

Le Sheng didn't care what the two of them were up to. He had a series of questions in his mind waiting for Fu Yuqiu to answer. He just wanted to go back to the big-tailed bird and interrogate it.

He became more and more impatient, and his brows were full of irritability.

Fu Yuqiu was still crying and coughing behind, which made him even more impatient.

At this moment, the sword cultivator suddenly flashed to the evil dragon at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

In the next moment, the evil dragon leaped into the clouds and drove through the mist, pierced through the green shade that covered the sky and the sun, and headed towards the outside of the Xili Mountains.

There was a loud crackling noise, and countless giant trees fell down with their roots.

Fu Yuqiu: "Phoenix!"

Le Sheng suddenly lowered his face.

Why one or two are all delaying his time?

The dragon was so fast that it almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Le Sheng's cultivation is unfathomable..." Jianxiu had just been hit by the sound of the zither, and then used his spiritual power to choke out blood. Let’s go through the scene of the fall of the entire Phoenix family. Cough, get ready..."

The evil dragon is not stingy, and Zhen Bao, who was still crying until his head was full of pear blossoms and rain, said angrily: "I have flown so far, even if he is a fairy, he will never be able to catch up, don't scare yourself. "

Jianxiu covered his mouth and vomited blood again, as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't make a sound.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the phoenix lying quietly on the dragon's back, as if looking at a living spiritual vein.

It doesn't matter if you don't kill the Phoenix, as long as you send it to Xuanzhu Tower...

Thinking of this, Jian Xiu suddenly felt the dragon's figure stop abruptly in mid-air.

Not long after the evil dragon finished speaking harshly, he was slapped in the face, staring into the distance and said in horror: "He..."

In the direction where the evil dragon was going, a person was dressed in snow-white clothes, holding a qin and was hanging in the air against the wind, his handsome face was full of hostility.

Jianxiu had expected it a long time ago, and said sharply: "Let's go!"

There are very few people who can be called saints in the entire Three Realms, and Gongshangxia Lesheng is the most irritable one among the three saints.

Facing such a cultivation base, how could he easily walk away?

As soon as the evil dragon turned its head, a magical sound suddenly came out of nowhere, almost like a sharp knife coated with poison, pouring into the ears of the two of them.

Jianxiu's eardrums hummed, and his sea of ​​consciousness was severely injured.

Le Sheng's attack has always been irreversible.

Those who are either dead or crazy are also because of this magic sound.

The evil dragon roared fiercely, and couldn't bear it any longer, and fell from the midair towards the endless deep mountain below.

A wave of spiritual power picked up the phoenix that had fallen in mid-air, and slowly floated in front of Le Sheng.

Le Sheng probed slightly, and frowned.

"Phoenix?"

Back then, when the Golden Crow and the Sun competed for glory, didn't the entire Phoenix family fall?

Le Sheng wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he went down against the wind.

The sword repairman and the evil dragon had already fallen heavily into the deep mountain, startling the silent mountain forest with countless birds and beasts running away.

Jianxiu was severely injured in the sea of ​​consciousness and passed out.

The evil dragon has rough skin and thick flesh, lying on the ground dying, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Seeing Le Sheng landed, the evil dragon was frightened, whimpered, and stretched out its claws to cover its head.

Le Sheng said indifferently: "Who placed the reward in Xuanzhu Tower?"

The evil dragon saw that he didn't seem to want to fight dragons, so he tentatively said: "I don't know, it is said that it is a full moon reward order, and the whole Three Realms have received it."

Xuanzhu, for the month.

The level of the reward order is determined by the fullness of the moon, and the reward of the full moon level is unprecedented.

Le Sheng: "What else?"

The evil dragon didn't know what he wanted to know, but it was about the phoenix—he had no interest in the phoenix anyway, so he just told him all about it.

"There is a strange spirit pattern on the reward order of Xuanzhu Tower. It is said that you can find the direction of the Phoenix by following the spirit pattern."

"Where are the spirit patterns?"

"On his sword."

Le Sheng raised his hand, and Jianxiu's sword flew in the air.

Being held by someone other than its owner, the spirit sword struggled instinctively, making a trembling buzzing sound.

The wooden hand caressed slightly on the blade, and a dark spirit pattern flashed past.

Le Sheng frowned.

He didn't know what he saw, and with a sullen face, he exerted a little force, and the trembling sword suddenly broke into several pieces.

Evil Dragon: "..."

The evil dragon shrank its neck, feeling as if its own neck had been broken.

Le Sheng didn't say any more, and went directly against the wind.

***

Wandering Road, Cloud Banling.

Feng Beihe suddenly covered his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The voice came out of nowhere: "What?"

Feng Beihe's face was more ugly than ever. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and raised his hand to caress the stone table in front of him.

A huge pitch-black talisman jumps above it.

——This is the reversal method of absorbing the luck of the immortal.

Feng Beihe's eyes were gloomy and cold: "One of the spirit patterns has been destroyed."

"Impossible. The lower realm of the Phoenix has been suppressed, and there are still old wounds on his body. It is impossible to damage the spirit pattern."

Moreover, the spirit patterns are special and will not be damaged by ordinary monks in the world, otherwise they would not be able to randomly place the spirit patterns in the Xuanzhulou for anyone to take.

How long has it been since?

Lost one in less than half a day?

The backlashed Feng Beihe closed his eyes slightly: "It seems that there is someone around him to help."

Cang Luan and Feng Xingyun?

When the Immortal Venerable descended to the realm, he seemed to be in the Nine Heavens.

If Feng Xingyun knew that there was Ku Rong in his heart, maybe he would really help the Immortal Venerable.

"Barn owl."

Soon, the barn owl flew over quietly: "Young Master."

"A trip to the lower realm." Feng Beihe said, "See who is around Fenghuang."

Barn Owl: "Yes."

The barn owl spread its wings and left, bringing a snow-white down feather fluttering down.

The feathers swayed and spun down.

Fu Yuqiu raised her hand slightly to catch a bird's fluff, and her thin eyelids were swollen from crying just now.

He was sobbing, but he saw Le Sheng appearing in an instant, hugging the sleeping Phoenix in his arms.

Fu Yuqiu was surprised and delighted: "Phoenix!"

He got up and was about to rush up, but he consumed too much spiritual power, and after soaking in the water for a long time, his legs softened when he got up, and he sat back down heavily.

Le Sheng looked at him with disgust: "I'll hold you for you."

Fu Yuqiu shook his head and stretched out his hand to him: "I'll hold it myself."

Le Sheng had no choice but to throw the Phoenix to him.

Fu Yuqiu was in a hurry to hold her steady, and rubbed against Fenghuang affectionately, her tight heart was finally relieved.

"I heard from your brother that you lost your mind and soul." Le Sheng looked at him quietly, "Is it possible that what I see now is a ghost?"

As soon as Fu Yuqiu said this, he became angry, kicked Le Sheng with his foot, his eyes were red: "If you came later, maybe you really met... um."

Before he finished spitting, Le Sheng suddenly bent down, holding him in his arms with trembling arms.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

Le Sheng closed his eyes, gently stroking Fu Yuqiu's cold long hair, feeling the strange spiritual power and familiar spirit, his heart felt warm.

"It's good to live."

He said softly, his voice trembling imperceptibly.

Le Sheng has always had a sharp mouth and a sharp heart. Fu Yuqiu has known him for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen him so gentle.

But think about it.

20 years have passed, and things have changed in the lower realm.

Fu Yuqiu's heart softened, and it was rare that she didn't get angry, and she still rubbed against him in his arms.

"Ah."

Le Sheng felt his heart warmer.

...Following that, there was the sound of burning clothes.

Le Sheng was slightly taken aback, and suddenly pushed Fu Yuqiu away.

Fenghuang docilely curled up in Fuyuqiu's arms, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, looking harmless to humans and animals.

A bunch of phoenix flames came out of nowhere, and were burning on Le Sheng's snow-white clothes.

Le Sheng: "..."

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Le Sheng: You also burn friendly soldiers?