Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Thunder bursts.

Trees of fire and silver flowers, covered in plain silver, the snowy deer came riding on the snow, and when they reached the top of the mountain, the deer's hooves splashed the snow everywhere. After the snow fell, the snowy deer had turned into a man in white clothes.

"The oriole is dead." Doctor Xuelu said.

Feng Beihe looked down at the unfinished mess on the stone table in the heavy snow, and said indifferently without lifting his eyelids: "Yes."

Doctor Xuelu frowned, a little cinnabar between his brows seemed to be dripping blood: "The Immortal Venerable has hinted that you are the best candidate for the next Immortal Venerable, why take such a risk..."

Before he finished speaking, the sunspot in Feng Beihe's hand twirled twice on his fingertips, and when it fell back into his palm again, it had turned into a golden feather.

Doctor Xuelu's eyes fell on the golden feather, and he shivered unconsciously.

That was a gift from the Immortal Venerable.

Xianzun's temperament is uncertain, paranoid and extremely bloodthirsty, and his favorite thing is to set off birds and beasts as fireworks.

When he killed Jiuchongtian back then, the three clans who were loyal to the previous immortal—Cangluan, Tonghe, and Peacock, seemed like beaten quails, and everyone was in danger.

Everyone was trembling, thinking that this murderous immortal would anger the three clans.

But unexpectedly, Xianzun had no intention of slaughtering the three clans.

The fairy in white was sitting on the cloud chair, and the blood of the previous fairy was still on the first seat. The golden pupils swept the terrified expression below one by one, and suddenly burst out laughing.

As if teasing children during festivals in the world, he raised his hand and nodded to the three tender-faced teenagers, and said with a smile: "Whoever gets the most golden feathers among the three of you will be the next fairy after my death!" Respect."

It's not about virtue, intelligence, or cultivation, but about who can please him more.

For the patriarchs of the three clans, this is a great shame, but they have to ask for the "golden feather" that is like playing with a monkey.

After all, the bait on the hook was too tempting.

——No one wants the position of Supreme Immortal Venerable.

This time Feng Beihe sent an oriole to Jiuchongtian to assassinate the immortal, but he didn't get angry, and even rewarded him with a golden feather? !

"He doesn't care who gets the most gold feathers among the three clans, nor does he care who can inherit his position."

Feng Beihe turned Jin Ling back into a chess piece indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, the chess piece landed on the chessboard accurately, with a click, blocking the white chess's way out.

"He's the kind of lunatic who just wants the world to be in chaos."

If the Immortal Venerable was furious because Feng Beihe wanted to kill him, how would it be different from an ordinary person.

If a lunatic pursues chaos, then Feng Beihe will give it to him.

After Feng Beihe finished playing chess with him, he picked up the golden feather and put it in the jade bottle on the table.

Arty people, even if they don't love plums, will put a red plum in the jade bottle in this kind of heavy snow, to unite the artistic conception.

But Feng Beihe, who is like a snow sculpture, has a cold temperament like a winter plum, but a green grass is inserted in the bottle.

The grass is still green and fresh in the heavy snow.

Feng Beihe gently caressed the tender green leaves with his fingers, his voice was colder than the wind and snow: "Some time ago, Cangluan stole Shui Lianqing while I was recuperating."

"Shui Lianqing?"

"Well, Shui Lianqing is on the white bird." Feng Beihe put his fingertips on the tip of the leaf, and said casually, "Let someone go to Jiuchongtian and get my Shui Lianqing back."

Xue Lu hesitated: "But... I have to forcibly fetch Shui Lianqing from Jiuchongtian..."

"The dispute between the three clans was acquiesced by my father." Feng Beihe said, "He likes to watch this kind of mutual killing scene, let alone fighting under his nose."

Xuelu had no choice but to say yes.

"Shui Lianqing." Feng Beihe said coldly, "—that is what can really send my father to the Mingzu."

He called "Father Zun" affectionately in his mouth, but what he did was killing his father.

The snow fell harder, he looked down at the jade bottle emitting a faint blue light, and flicked it lightly with his fingers.

A crisp ding sound.

A cluster of bright red flowers suddenly bloomed from the leaves in the jade vase.

Nine Heavens.

Fu Yuqiu suddenly covered her ears, feeling a shock from being locked in a heavy bell, her head was buzzing.

"Don't be distracted."

Yun Shou lay on the jade platform, picked up a spirit grass and teased Fu Yuqiu up and down like a pet, he hummed twice.

"'...Luolianqiu has arrived'—learn a few more sentences, it's been an afternoon and you're still so depressed, do you really want to be favored by the Immortal Venerable?"

Fu Yuqiu glanced at him sleepily, but didn't want to talk to him at all.

Talking about petting, it's just being a spiritual pet and acting obediently.

If the other bird had been changed, Yun Shou would have bared his teeth and threatened.

But Xianzun had a special attitude towards this white sparrow, he couldn't figure out the status of this bird in Xianzun's heart for a while, so he had to patiently babble and sing a little song, trying in vain for him to learn it.

"Luolian autumn has arrived, and Yunuan produces snow and smoke."

Fu Yuqiu buried her two paws in the fluffy feathers, pecked at the water from the jade plate with a wooden face and drank.

He almost died of thirst in the sand mustard, which made Fu Yuqiu love water more than before, and kept nodding his head to drink it.

It's just that birds always peck and swallow a little bit of water when they drink, it's not like Youcao's roots can absorb water in an instant.

Wanting to drink enough water, Fu Yuqiu burned his head into a paste.

Yun Shou was still singing ditties, howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Fu Yuqiu had heard that ditty before, it was a sad ditty often sung by mortals—it seemed to be about widowers.

I don't know what's wrong with that fairy, but he likes to listen to this ditty?

Is the Taoist partner dead?

Fu Yuqiu was full of water, and the golden rooster stood alone on the jade plate in the sink, scratching in the water with one paw, trying to regain a sense of security that its roots could absorb water.

In the afternoon, Yun Shou taught singing conscientiously, and Fu Yuqiu earnestly paddled.

Soon, night fell.

Zhan Fengduo's voice sounded densely again, Yun Shou jumped up, shook the golden cage, and almost spit out Fu Yuqiu.

"Wake up, you are going to 'sleep attendant'."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

He and the dragon are at odds.

If the elixir blew itself up, he would be blown up first, and then the living Yan Luo would be blown up.

"You probably know how to sing." Yun Shou said, "I've sung it so many times, you should be able to learn it even if you're an ordinary bird."

Fu Yuqiu hummed at him.

Learned not to chirp.

Yun Shou was afraid that the Immortal Venerable would anger him, so he lifted the cage up, put his face in front of Fu Yuqiu, and gritted his teeth and threatened: "If you can sing later, I will eat you in one bite!"

Fu Yuqiu gave a cold chirp, and took a few steps back with a sullen face.

Then he sprinted, his chubby body jumped into the water tank, and he was overwhelmed.

"Bang" sound.

The water splashed in all directions, slamming Yun's face.

Yun Shou: "..."

Yun Shou is a violent dragon, with blue dragon scales appearing on the side of his face immediately, he said angrily: "I ate you!!!"

"What are you talking about?" Yun Gui followed up with a frown, and scolded, "Don't yell, or the Immortal Venerable will punish you again."

Yun Shou's arrogance disappeared immediately, and he glared at Bai Que angrily.

The old god Fu Yuqiu was in the water tank and ignored him.

Anyway, he could see that as long as the immortal did not intend to set himself off with fireworks, the dragon would not be able to do anything to him.

In front of it is the sleeping hall of the immortal, which is even more extravagant than the main hall seen in the daytime.

With a stinky face, Yun Shou carried the cage into the dormitory, roughly pinched Fu Yuqiu out of the sink, and randomly pressed it on the teasing bird wooden frame.

Half of Fu Yuqiu's body was covered with water, and the white sparrow's instinct made him shake violently, causing water droplets to splash everywhere.

"Chirp."

Yun glared at him and left angrily.

The outer room of Xianzun's dormitory was brightly lit, surrounded by candles, illuminating the room like daytime.

But no one was seen.

Fu Yuqiu staggered and stood on the bird stand, but after a while she couldn't hold her own, and fell down with a "cheep".

Yuangun's body fell to the ground, and he rolled several times before he managed to stabilize himself.

Fu Yuqiu was too lazy to get up, and simply turned his paws to the sky, staring at a lamp above his head and thinking wildly.

"My elixir is connected to my elder brother and younger brother. If they find out, they will definitely be heartbroken."

——Although the three of them haven't seen each other for many years, they always grew out of a piece of rotten wood.

Fu Yuqiu wanted to leave Jiuchongtian and go back to Wenyougu, but the angry immortal would definitely not let him go easily.

Moreover, as a "ruthless killer" who came to assassinate the Immortal Venerable, if he was discovered, he would definitely be set off as fireworks like the oriole in the daytime.

Thinking of this, he chirped sadly and angrily.

After tweeting, he became even angrier.

I don't know if he was stunned by anger, Fu Yuqiu even felt that double images began to appear in front of his eyes, and the candlelight above his head seemed to be falling, and the flame was getting closer and closer to him.

Fu Yuqiu suddenly reacted.

Getting closer?

Taking a closer look, the double image was not his illusion at all - because there was a raging fire hitting him in the head!

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was so fat that she couldn't even sit up, but with some cleverness, she suddenly turned over and rolled out like a snowball.

The next moment, the fireball crashed down.

The jade slab "hissed" and cracked like spider webs.

Sparks splattered.

Fu Yuqiu jumped up in shock.

If he had reacted a little slower just now, the crack might be his skull.

The fire was still burning, and the sparrow was so close that its fluff was almost scorched.

This scorching heat made Fu Yuqiu inevitably recall the difficult seven days of being imprisoned in the sand mustard by Feng Beihe.

"Can't you flood me with water?!"

At this moment, there was another sound of flames burning loudly towards Fu Yuqiu.

——The fireball was bigger than Fu Yuqiu's body.

Probably for the purpose of roasting him to ashes, the fireball split into two in the air, and then divided into four, hitting densely like spider webs.

Fu Yuqiu mustered all his strength and threw himself desperately.

But the white sparrow's shell is wasteful and fat. It's more appropriate to say "roll" than to say it's hiding.

***

The inner room of the bedroom separated by a wall.

The fairy in white was flicking the strings of the harp with downcast eyes, his long hair was loosely draped over his snow-white robe, and he was indescribably peaceful and gentle.

Yun Shou sat cross-legged at his feet, listened to the voice from next door, frowned and said: "This is the residence of His Majesty, isn't Feng Beihe too courageous?"

Immortal Venerable played the konghou tune of "Fish in Water", turned a deaf ear to the deafening movement next door, his eyelashes drooped like crow feathers, smiled faintly, and could not deny it.

Yun Shou continued to stare at Yun Jing in front of him.

Fu Yuqiu "rolled" in a very embarrassing situation, and his messy hair was tossed into a mess.

The nature of the shell made him stop in a hurry, spread his wings and comb the messy fur with his sharp beak.

After combing twice, Fu Yuqiu came to his senses. He was so angry that he stopped combing. He turned his head and poohed twice, feeling as if he had gnawed his mouth full of hair.

At this pause, a fireball hit him impartially, crashing his snow-white body onto the steps with a bang.

"Chirp chirp... chirp!"

Fu Yuqiu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The flames burned blazingly, burning upwards along the long tail feathers, and even smelled the piercing smell of burning feathers.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Is it really going to be a charcoal grilled bird? !

Until then, the fire-breathing person who had been hiding in the dark finally appeared.

It stood on the steps like a ball of fire, condescendingly staring down at the dusty Fu Yuqiu.

——It was a fire spirit bird bathed in fire.

Fu Yuqiu didn't even look at it, struggled to jump up, and then...

Driven by instinct again, he turned his head and tried to trim the feathers on his wings with his sharp beak.

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

This shell is so annoying, blow it up, hurry up.

Huo Lingniao sneered, "Your Highness of the Cangluan Clan is nothing more than that."

Fu Yuqiu was spitting out his hair in a "peh peh", when he heard the sneer, he slightly opened his beak and was about to scold him, but he was caught off guard and vomited a mouthful of faint blue blood.

This mouthful of blood was spat out, and the fire on the tail suddenly went out somehow.

The fire bird gracefully jumped down from the steps, and asked coldly, "Where is Shui Lianqing?"

Fu Yuqiu lived so long, it was the first time he was beaten by a bird until he vomited blood, and his fur exploded even more.

It seemed that after rebirth, he was angry with this and that, and the anger never disappeared.

"As long as you hand over Shui Lianqing, I will spare your life." Huo Lingniao spat out a fireball and sneered, "If you don't tell me, then I will burn you to ashes, and you can always find Shui Lianqing." .”

Fu Yuqiu himself didn't know where Shui Lianqing was, but even if he knew, he wouldn't hand it over to this bald-tailed chicken who set fire to him.

He won't lose, he sneered and tweeted: "If you want it, you can get it yourself."

Huo Lingniao narrowed his eyes: "Young Master guessed right, Shui Lianqing is indeed on your body."

After all, a fireball separated again, and in an instant it became densely packed, completely surrounding Fu Yuqiu.

Fu Yuqiu is not afraid in the face of danger, anyway, no matter how embarrassingly he hides, it is difficult to escape.

He sneered and probed into the inner mansion with his divine sense, slowly entwining the Youlan Spiritual Pill.

The panacea blew itself up.

It becomes a charcoal-grilled bird together, which is enough for a dish.

The inner room of the dormitory.

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu, who had sprayed his face with water just now, was vomiting blood from the beating, Yun let out a breath of anger, crossed his arms, and groaned triumphantly.

The Immortal Venerable was still pondering the tune of the harp, hearing the dragon humming all the time, said: "You seem very happy?"

"Happy." Yun Shou bared his teeth without concealing it, "This white bird should have been taken care of by someone long ago."

Xianzun didn't even look at Yun Jing, and smiled when he heard this.

Yun Shou was worried that he would be scolded, but he was surprised to see the indifferent attitude of the immortal.

Although this white sparrow is useless, no matter how you say it, it is still the young highness of the Cangluan clan, and if it falls into the hands of Huo Ling, there is no way out.

During the day, the Immortal Venerable still favors the white sparrow, why is he indifferent now?

Xianzun likes to watch the three clans fight each other, but he doesn't like to watch one side be suppressed unilaterally. It's fun to check and balance each other.

He hooked the strings of the harp with his fingers, and said softly, "It's boring."

easily burnt to ashes.

not interesting.

In the eyes of the Immortal Venerable, the life of a white sparrow is not as important as a harp string.

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu was dead and refused to speak, Huolingniao didn't bother to make excuses, and immediately controlled countless fireballs, and the hunting wind slammed towards Fu Yuqiu.

"If you don't tell me, then I'll find it from your ashes!"

When Yunshou saw that the Immortal Venerable had no intention of helping him at all, he simply crossed his knees and stared openly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Charcoal-grilled fat bird, not bad!" Yun Shou thought happily, "This is the fate of going against Lord Zhenlong!"

He still remembered the deeds of being splashed with water on his face, and he was even more excited to watch the excitement.

At this time, the fireball slammed down, and the flames blasted smoke and dust, covering the sky and blocking the sun from sight.

There is a cloud of gray in the cloud mirror.

Yun Shou hummed a little song and waited for the clouds to clear so that he could go to finish the Chinese food.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of water dripping into the pool.

The harp string in Xianzun's hand suddenly collapsed.

There were no flames or screams from the wall, but the sound of gurgling water.

Yun Shou frowned.

The clouds and mist in the cloud mirror dissipated slowly, and the dense fireball hung in the air, and was suddenly extinguished by a stream of water that appeared out of thin air, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The Fire Spirit Bird was horrified, looking in amazement at the white sparrow slowly revealing its figure from the smoke.

Yun Shou was also shocked, the complacency on his face hadn't dissipated, and he froze immediately.

This... this this?

The fire around Fu Yuqiu has disappeared, but the feathers that were originally covered with dust are now as white as frost like washing, and the eyes are even darker against the pair of eyes.

A faint blue water flowed around him circle after circle.

Fu Yuqiu's face was indifferent and his manner was cold and stern.

He thought to himself: "Hey! What the hell is this?!"

water?Where did it come from?

Didn't he blew himself up in the panacea?

The fire spirit bird was stunned.

He didn't see where the water came from at all.

The Cangluan Clan has many magic tools, and the fire spirit bird quickly came to his senses, thinking that it was some kind of body protection magic weapon, and opened his mouth again to spew out a ball of fiercer fire, which shot straight into the sky for several feet!

This fire is enough to roast a dragon.

The flames soared into the sky, brighter than the lights in the hall.

Before the fire spirit bird could be complacent, a more turbulent water flow appeared out of thin air again—this time he finally saw clearly that the water was actually coming out of the white sparrow!

The blue water turned into a dragon, fiercely devouring the several feet of flames.

Fire Spirit Bird: "..."

Yun Shou: "???"

Fu Yuqiu: "!!!"

The fire spirit bird said in horror: "This is Shuilian..."

Before he finished speaking, the water dragon roared, and wrapped the fire bird, which was caught off guard, into the water.

Birds and beasts with fire attributes are most afraid of water, let alone being directly immersed in water, they immediately screamed heart-piercingly.

The blue water dragon intertwined, wrapping the whole body of the Fire Spirit Bird tightly.

Yun Shou has long been dumbfounded.

Cangluan is good at water, manipulating the spiritual power of the water system is a very common thing, but the little highness of the Cangluan clan is a well-known waste of the Nine Heavens, not only can't transform into a human form, he can't even make a magic pill, everyone laughs at him.

But now...

Looking at the blue water, Yun Shou gasped.

Cangluan's spiritual power is water, and Tonghe's clan is fire. Although the fire spirit bird is a side branch of Tonghe, Youhuo is powerful, and can even hurt dragons with rough skin and thick flesh.

Now... it was easily wiped out? !

"Zheng-"

The harp's string was snapped, and golden-red blood overflowed from Xianzun's fingertips, dripping onto the hem of his clothes.

Xianzun turned his head to look at the white sparrow in the cloud mirror, a pair of golden pupils seemed to be on fire.

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