Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Wandering Road, Cloud Banling.

Yun Gui soared down from the clouds, sweeping the heavy snow up into the sky.

Feng Beihe was still sitting in front of the stone table playing chess with him, raised his eyes slightly when he saw this, his expression was indifferent.

"Father, do you have any other orders?"

Yun Gui seemed to be in a good mood, she was used to being expressionless, but at this time she had a kind of sarcasm inexplicably.

"Young Master Tonghe." Yun Gui said, "You have an order to rebuild the Tianting Pagoda, and three days later, the Lingyuze Dabi, you have to compete with the other three clans, Shaozun and Sizun, in the name of the Tonghe Clan." Competition."

Feng Beihe's pupils shrank, and his fingers holding the chess piece closed slightly.

The chess piece has been turned into powder in his palm, but it doesn't show on the surface of Fengbei River, just like the wind and snow that never melts in the clouds.

"Father has orders, I naturally obey."

Yun Gui caught a glimpse of the snow-white powder between his fingers, sneered in his heart, took out the golden phoenix feather bestowed by the Immortal Venerable, and threw it to Feng Beihe casually.

Yun Gui has always hated people like Feng Beihe who look like poisonous snakes, and always felt that he seemed docile and obedient to the immortal, but in fact the bad water in his bones was about to overflow, and he would bite back at some point.

Whenever the Immortal Venerable rewards Feng Beihe with a golden feather, Yun Guisong also gives it with great reluctance.

But this time, I don't know that the expression on the face of the Immortal Venerable was too strange when he gave her the golden feather. Yun Gui didn't have the feeling of disgust and rejection that he had before. Instead, he looked forward to whether he was really rejected by the Immortal Venerable.

Feng Beihe took Jin Ling and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Father."

Seeing his calm appearance, Yun Gui became angry, but since the Immortal Venerable couldn't fight him, he could only swallow his anger.

She was about to turn into a dragon and leave, when she suddenly remembered what Xianzun asked her to bring with her.

"Your Majesty asked me to tell you." Yun Gui said, "—'Don't throw away such good things as Phoenix and Jinling'."

Feng Beihe looked up in horror.

Yun Gui was taken aback.

Just now, the humiliation that the Immortal Venerable asked Feng Beihe to participate in the Lingyuze Grand Competition has never changed his color, so why did he be so shocked by a casual exhortation?

Feng Beihe's heart was beating wildly.

Ever since Yungui came to deliver the letter, Feng Beihe vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Immortal Venerable's lower realm will be suppressed by his cultivation, but why those people offering rewards from Xuanzhu Tower rushed over like a tide, but they didn't even touch the edge of the phoenix, and didn't absorb a trace of luck?

But he soon ran out of time to think about these little things.

Feng Beihe, who has always been calm, was shocked by the light and light instructions of Fenghuang Jinling and Xianzun.

The Immortal Venerable...not only did he not suppress it with his cultivation, he even took the golden feather of the spirit pattern in the Xuanzhu Tower that he had placed countless defensive barriers on?

The golden feather in his palm suddenly seemed to be on fire, and it was so hot that Feng Beihe could hardly hold it.

Xianzun is using this golden feather to tell him: I know all your schemes, and I am also watching.

Feng Beihe slightly closed his eyes.

The most terrible thing is that the golden feather is in the hands of the immortal.

As long as he wanted to, he could lightly crush the golden feather, shatter the spirit pattern array inside it, and devour Feng Beihe back.

Seeing that Feng Beihe finally changed color, Yun Gui laughed even though he didn't understand.

"Master Beihe." Yun Gui seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "I can do it myself."

After all, Hualong left.

Feng Beihe pressed his chest hard, and for the first time in his life, he felt that his life was being played in the palm of his hand.

"What are you afraid of?" A voice suddenly sounded, and said coldly, "He doesn't want to kill you now, which means he still intends to make fun of you."

Feng Beihe: "Yes."

"Sooner or later, he will die from his own ego." The voice said, "You can go to Lingyuze Dabi, he will definitely watch a play in it, and then I will burn a hundred miles around All the fire and rain."

"That day will be his death day."

***

"Your death is approaching..."

"what--"

Fu Yuqiu screamed and opened her eyes, struggled to get up before she was awake, and touched her ankle tremblingly.

Feng Yan's voice came: "What's wrong?"

In a daze, Fu Yuqiu rubbed her calf to her ankle repeatedly to make sure there was no scar, so she felt relieved.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, he looked up at Feng Li who was standing beside him, and said sullenly: "I was dreaming, dreaming that I was bitten by a snake."

Feng Yan frowned instinctively when he heard "snake".

In the depths of a memory burned by flames, a fragment seemed to be revealed through the cracks in the flames.

""coward! "A blurry figure pointed at him and said, "I'm afraid of snakes, I'm so useless." "

He seemed to say something.

The man said, "Why are you going? Don't go. I haven't picked the medicine for you yet? Why, your face is dying? Do you want to be ugly for the rest of your life? It's just a few snakes! It won't bite me.""

At the end of the memory, the arrogant man was sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with a pile of herbs spilled on the ground, clutching his calf and crying loudly.

"I was bitten by a snake! Am I going to die?!"

Feng Yan: "..."

He instinctively wanted to grab this piece of fragments and take a closer look at the man's face, but fiercer and fiercer flames engulfed it ferociously, burning the only remaining memory to ashes.

Feng Yan stretched out his hand to press his head.

Fu Yuqiu checked his calf, and seeing that he seemed to be in some pain, he asked confusedly, "What's the matter? Headache?"

Feng Hao shook his head.

He seemed to remember something, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember it.

Fu Yuqiu got up, and after changing his clothes, he was a lively hero again, cheering up: "Let's continue to play in the lively place."

Feng Hao said: "You are not looking for your brother anymore?"

Fu Yuqiu thought for a while, and changed the wording: "Let's continue to find my brother in the lively place."

Feng Yan: "..."

All the memories in Feng Hao's mind, even the memories in Phoenix's inheritance, did not have such a peaceful and leisurely life.

It seems that he is not the supreme being of the Jiuzhongtian, but an ordinary human being in the lower realm, who lives and dies, and a few hundred years is a lifetime.

Fu Yuqiu talked a lot, and while sharpening his head to play in the lively place, he chattered endlessly with Feng Yan.

——I don't know where he got so much to say.

"My fourth brother, he is not as useful as I am. He can neither poison nor save people, but he is tasteless, but I heard that all the spirit beasts in the valley like him."

Fu Yuqiu gnawed on the candy man, chewing and chewing, and said vaguely: "He is always unwilling to be trapped in the small canyon of Wenyou Valley, and he has made bold statements about going to the outside world to have a big fight." As a way to impress my second brother."

Feng Yan didn't find it annoying either, anyway, he liked to listen to whatever Fu Yuqiu had to say.

"and then?"

Fu Yuqiu thought for a while: "Then he went out to roam around, and I don't know if he has made a fortune."

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan quietly searched for clues from his words, and asked: "Your second brother... second brother, is it a poisonous weed?"

Fu Yuqiu was unsuspecting: "Yeah."

Feng Hao stepped forward step by step: "Are you a medicinal herb?"

Fu Yuqiu nodded his head, his unreserved trust in Fenghuang made him unaware that he was being tricked, and he said aggrievedly: "It is precisely because my leaves can bring people back to life and stabilize the soul, so I can't leave Wenyou Valley at will. .”

Seeing that his candy man had finished eating, Feng Yan brought him another candy skewer and chatted, "Then why did you leave Wenyou Valley before? Feng Beihe...forced you?"

Fu Yuqiu shook his head, frowned slightly, and said sullenly: "I'm so stupid."

Feng Yan lowered his voice: "How to say?"

Fu Yuqiu didn't want to say it.

Feng Yan was about to set up another trick to dig out his secrets, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The aloof Nine Heavens Supreme Immortal Venerable frowned slightly, and he suddenly realized...

Are you being too special to this person?

Not only because he came to the lower realm, but also repeatedly made exceptions.

Now I am even more and more interested in a "grass" that is suspected of being reborn...

Feng Hao paused.

He still didn't like the feeling of being out of control, it upset him instinctively.

Fu Yuqiu babbled, didn't wait for a long time to answer, turned around in doubt, and saw that Feng Li, who was gentle just now, suddenly looked cold, and the golden pupils looking at him had no warmth.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

If you only look at Jin Tong, how does Feng Yang look like...

Fu Yuqiu shivered suddenly, feeling that she was really crazy.

Phoenix is ​​Phoenix, Huo Yanluo is Huo Yanluo, how could they be the same person?

Besides, Phoenix's broken wings can't be faked. He even said that he asked to fly after his wings were broken.

This kind of inhuman thing can only be done by a lunatic like Huo Yanluo.

Fu Yuqiu forced herself to dismiss this idea, ran back Diandian, raised her head and asked him eagerly: "Why are you suddenly unhappy? Don't you like places with many people?"

Feng Yang stepped back half a step without showing any signs, as if she didn't want to get too close to him, she lowered her eyes and said indifferently: "No—look over there, is it a musician?"

It was difficult for Fu Yuqiu's mind to run two things at the same time, so he immediately turned to look at the musician.

Among the crowd not far away, Le Sheng couldn't hide his demeanor wearing a bamboo hat, and walked quickly with a sullen face, as if he was hiding from revenge.

"Hey!" Fu Yuqiu was overjoyed, he wanted to ask the musician if he had any clues about his brother, so he hurriedly grabbed Feng Yan's hand.

Feng Yan instinctively dodged.

Fu Yuqiu pulled his hand away, and looked back at him blankly.

Feng Yan's heart trembled when he saw this look in his eyes.

An inexplicable sense of guilt for doing something wrong.

Fortunately, Fu Yuqiu was not pretentious, he just said: "Hurry up and chase him, he runs so fast."

Feng Yan: "...um."

Fu Yuqiu hurried to catch up.

It's just that Le Sheng's cultivation level cannot be caught up by Fu Yuqiu's three-legged cat's kung fu. Fu Yuqiu ran for a long time and lost him.

Feng Li didn't help him either, seeing that he was exhausted with a lot of spiritual power and gasping for breath, he frowned and thought for a while, then frowned and raised his hand, sending a stream of pure spiritual power into Fu Yuqiu's back heart.

Fu Yuqiu finally came to his senses, not noticing Feng Li's alienation from him, and muttered: "What is he doing so fast? Was he being hunted down?"

Feng Yan didn't speak.

After Fu Yuqiu finished counting, he realized that the two of them had reached a hot place where not a single blade of grass grew.

The ground was cracked, like a river that had been dry for many years, the soil was scorched yellow, and a drop of sweat fell from Fu Yuqiu's forehead, and evaporated instantly with a "hiss".

Fu Yuqiu looked left and right suspiciously.

He obviously didn't run very far, so this place should still be Fuyun Prefecture.

"Yeah." Feng Yan said lightly, "This should be the place where the flame rain fell last time."

Fu Yuqiu understood.

No wonder it was as hot as a steam oven.

As a grass, what Fu Yuqiu hates the most is this kind of place where there is no moisture and no spiritual power. It will inevitably remind him of the dark seven days in Shajie.

The two were about to leave when a group of rural villagers in tattered clothes appeared on the endless scorched earth, cursing and pushing a thin child.

The child seemed to be of foreign descent, with one black and one red pupil, and he was dressed in ragged clothes and stepped on the hot sand with his bare feet, his whole feet and ankles were hot and red.

A rope was wrapped around his neck, dragging him staggeringly towards hotter places.

Fu Yuqiu frowned.

The man who was pulling the child was full of hostility driven by poverty. He tugged the rope vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Don't pretend to be dead, lone god, your parents and the whole family were killed by you!"

The child trembled all over, struggled to raise his head, gestured with his hands, as if denying it.

He can't speak, just "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound.

Probably because his appearance of desperately trying to speak was too funny, a group of people around him laughed aloud.

"What are you talking about?" The man said with a sneer, "If you don't make you dumb, how many people will die from your crow's mouth!"

Hearing the words "Crow's Mouth", the child was stunned, and tears fell instantly, dripping on the hot scorched earth, and wisps of white mist evaporated.

He couldn't make a sound, opened his lips in vain, and made mouth shapes...

"I don't……"

He did not.

He was just born to see disaster.

He just saw a rain of fire falling on the village in advance, and saw countless people wailing and dying.

he just wants to...

Save people.

He is not a disaster.

Feng Yan looked at the child in a daze, and suddenly tightened his five fingers hanging in his sleeves slightly.

The people next to him were pointing at the child with different pupils, and opened his mouth, mockingly: "Speak up, aren't you good at talking? Talk!"

"Fly."

"Can't Phoenix fly? Why don't you fly?"

"Oh, I forgot, how can a person who has been poisoned and dumb speak any more curse words? Little fiend."

"So I forgot, even a phoenix can't fly if its wings are broken."

The phoenix's golden pupils shrank, and their vision was blocked by the monstrous flames. They vaguely saw the ugly faces of those people, like hands with ghostly shadows, desperately stretching towards him, trying to drag him into the painful hell again.

The child cried with tears all over his face, and the light that always existed in his eyes dimmed little by little.

Man-made disasters, there is still a place to vent, but who do you want to blame for natural disasters?

Resent Heaven?

However, no matter how much mortals swear and curse, it is irrelevant to the high heaven.

These ignorant people in the backcountry refused to admit that they were unlucky and unlucky, and they didn't want to swallow their own suffering, so they had to find an outlet that could carry their anger and resentment.

Perhaps someone knew that the child was innocent, but who cares?

Who is not innocent in this natural disaster?

Only by venting their pain on others can their almost distorted hatred be satisfied.

But where does a child have the power to cause a natural disaster?

A phoenix that has not yet broken its shell...

How could it have the ability to attract the golden crow to compete with the sun for glory?

The grievances in the children's eyes gradually turned into strands of grievances, and finally gathered into monstrous resentment.

If he really has the ability to attract natural disasters, the first thing to do is to burn these people to ashes.

kill them...

killed……

Suddenly, "Go away—"

The child looked up suddenly.

The rope around his neck was cut abruptly, and the white-haired boy grabbed his slender wrist and protected him behind him.

In the eyes of a half-grown child, that thin figure is like a towering mountain, indestructible.

Fu Yuqiu was trembling with anger, he already hated human beings, and just now he heard a vicious swear word, now it was as if his hair had exploded, as if he was going to bite someone fiercely.

He bared his teeth, his eyes were red, and he said sharply, "Shut up! Say one more word, and I'll let you all go see Yan Luo!"

The child opened his eyes wide.

The light in the dark pupils seems to be slightly retracted.

Feng Hao stood tall and tall, standing in a desolate place full of scorched earth.

——It seems that there is a sudden sweet rain.