Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Feng Yan's hand moved slightly, hugging him even tighter.

Fu Yuqiu was so cold that her teeth were chattering, she curled up in Feng Yan's arms and murmured "Phoenix" all the time, as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

Xu Shi's bare feet were numb from the cold, Fu Yuqiu struggled to reach out to hold his ankles, but the more he moved, the colder he felt, and strands of cold penetrated into his internal organs with spiritual power that could heal his soul. Six internal organs.

Fu Yuqiu was almost frozen into a beauty made of ice, even her eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost.

Fenghuang wanted to warm him up a bit, and just about to activate the Phoenix Fire, he heard the old Patriarch Xuelu say: "Your Majesty, it's best not to."

Feng Hao had no choice but to hug Fu Yuqiu even tighter.

Being too close, Feng Yan vaguely heard Fu Yuqiu muttering something.

"Phoenix..."

"...No, no."

Feng Yan frowned, holding his breath to listen, but saw Fu Yuqiu kicking his feet suddenly, his hands that were as cold as ice grabbed Feng Yang's skirt tightly, and sobbed with trembling lips.

"Yes, there are snakes..."

"A snake bit me, woo..."

Feng Li was taken aback, and then he stroked the back of Fu Yuqiu's head with his broad hand, and said softly, "There are no snakes."

There are no more snakes in this world.

Fu Yuqiu didn't hear him at all, and was still sobbing non-stop, struggling twice from time to time, as if running for his life.

Feng Hao was silent for a long time, then suddenly held Fu Yuqiu's side face in both hands, so that their foreheads were pressed against each other.

The old Xuelu Patriarch was picking out the elixir, and felt a little weird seeing this scene.

Thinking about it carefully, Xianzun seemed to have an explanation for all the specialness and possessiveness of this white sparrow.

The cold-hearted Supreme Immortal Venerable... actually really moved Fanxin? !

The old patriarch looked away, not embarrassed to continue watching the two people who were tired of healing their wounds.

Strange dazzling.

It's just that Feng Yan wasn't getting bored, he lowered his long eyelashes slightly, pulled out a flame-like illusory spiritual power from his sea of ​​consciousness, and carefully probed into Fu Yuqiu's sea of ​​consciousness along the place where Fu Yuqiu's forehead was close to her.

"Have a good dream."

Fu Yuqiu was instantly soothed, struggling and trembling stopped at the same time, the frown that had been tightly furrowed slowly unfurled, curled up meekly on Feng Hao's heart, and actually fell asleep.

He had a sweet dream.

I heard that there was a rain in the valley.

Misty mist flows jade, and white mist lingers in the mountains.

It's just that such a beautiful scenery, but it was shattered by a piercing sound of a harp, stumbling and stumbling like cotton, which made people furious and upset.

——I don't know how Fu Yuqiu thought it was a dream when the harps were so loud.

A delicate flower bloomed on the green grass and moved with the wind. Suddenly, a barefoot ran wildly and almost stepped on the flower.

The hem of the layered white robe swept across the flower, bringing a fresh spring atmosphere.

Fuyu's autumn hair is full of clusters of flowers, lining the surface like peach blossoms, which is extremely beautiful.

He ran to the back where the flowers and plants were all planted, grabbed the flower vines and yelled ferociously.

"Noisy!"

The sound of the harp stopped for a moment.

Fu Yuqiu said unhappily: "What are you playing? Do you know how to write the words "magic sound pouring into your ears?"

In the small pavilion made of flowers and vines in the backyard, a man in black sat on a wicker chair and gently withdrew his hand from the harp.

He raised his head slightly, revealing an extremely ugly face covered with water and crawling over quicksand marks.

Feng Hao, who was quietly watching in the sea of ​​consciousness, was suddenly taken aback.

That is……

He was 20 years ago.

In Fu Yuqiu's dream, there is him?

"Fish, fish in water." The ugly man lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, and said softly, "I see you...I like listening to that man's playing."

Fu Yuqiu ran over, jumped up against the chair, and lazily sat cross-legged on the rattan chair opposite Feng Lian.

"Who? You mean the musician?"

Feng Yan nodded slightly.

Fuyuqiu is flamboyant and lively, like a grass vigorously striving to grow towards the sun. That kind of vigorous and dazzling vitality can make the phoenix full of holes feel ashamed just by looking at it.

"What do you care about him?" Fu Yuqiu leaned on his elbows and said in a low voice, "He's so annoying, because I rescued him last time because he went crazy last time, he always likes to come here to take care of me. "

Feng Yan probably didn't like to listen to the words of the musicians, so he let out a casual "hmm" and didn't answer Fu Yuqiu's words.

But Fu Yuqiu was used to being lonely in Wen Yougu, so he finally got a good temper and didn't dislike his nagging, and couldn't stop at all. With this harp, does it sound good, so I'll ask you?"

Feng Hao said: "Don't you like to listen?"

Fu Yuqiu reluctantly said: "I can barely listen to it, who made me bored, I can't find some fun for myself."

At this time, Yue Sheng's voice sounded faintly from the side: "What's wrong with my little ancestor, do I still have to be grateful to you?"

Fu Yuqiu didn't feel the embarrassment of being arrested for speaking ill of someone, and glared at him, the villain complained first: "Why are you here again?"

Le Sheng said: "I heard that something happened to Jiuchongtian."

Feng Li's body trembled violently, and he quickly lowered his head.

Fu Yuqiu didn't notice Feng Li's strangeness, and said casually: "What's the matter with me?"

"I heard that someone crushed the patriarch of the young patriarch, leaving no soul behind. Now the four clans and Jiuchongtian are looking for the culprit." Le Sheng said, squinting his eyes, and looked at the side where there was obviously something strange. Feng Hao, "And I heard that that person...has entered the lower realm."

The aura in Feng Li's body was too weird, like a spirit beast but not a spirit beast, it was said to belong to the four clans but not the four clans, it seemed to be a mixture of various filthy auras, intertwined in the spiritual veins, dirtying him The original blood and luck.

Even Le Sheng couldn't recognize the real Phoenix spiritual power under the messy and dirty atmosphere.

Sensing that Le Sheng was looking at him, Feng Yan lowered his head even lower.

Fu Yuqiu said heartlessly: "Do you still doubt that the culprit will come to Wen Yougu?"

Unable to see through Feng Yan's identity, Le Sheng had no choice but to look away, and said indifferently: "It was your brother who asked me to watch you, so as not to cause trouble."

Fu Yuqiu rolled her eyes: "They haven't come back for 800 years, why are they thinking of me now—don't worry about me, you go."

Le Sheng: "Don't mess around."

Fu Yuqiu was terribly annoyed, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Feng Li who was looking down at Konghou, hesitated, and suddenly said to Le Sheng with a high voice: "That's all right, you came just in time, I just found you a apprentice."

Le Sheng: "?"

How can there be strong buying and strong selling?

"The konghou he plays is too ugly." Fu Yuqiu pointed at the stunned Feng Yan, "Teach him how to play."

Le Sheng said strangely, "Then do I want to thank Sheng En?"

Fu Yuqiu said, "No courtesy."

Le Sheng: "..."

Le Sheng glared at him, hearing about Yougu was no fun, so he looked at Feng Li and said, "Do you want to learn konghou?"

Feng Yan didn't seem to want to talk to Le Sheng, but since Fu Yuqiu proposed this matter, he didn't refuse, and nodded with dignity.

Le Sheng: "Well, okay, then you play a piece first, and let me see how your background is."

Feng Hao nodded, and stretched out his hand to caress Kong Hou.

Seeing this, Fu Yuqiu immediately bent her knees, curled up into a small ball in the wicker chair, and tightly covered her ears with her hands.

Seeing his small appearance, Le Sheng smiled: "Is he playing so badly?"

Fu Yuqiu nodded seriously.

The magic sound filled my ears, but that was the case.

Le Sheng thought he had seen strong winds and waves, and looked at Feng Hao calmly with his arms folded, intending to hear how ugly it was.

...Feng Yang played a song.

Le Sheng: "..."

Le Sheng said to Fu Yuqiu: "How about I go?"

Feng Yan: "..."

Fu Yuqiu laughed loudly.

Le Sheng had no choice, no matter how bad Feng Xun's background was, he could only hold his nose and teach him.

Fu Yuqiu seemed to be having fun, lazily leaning on the rattan chair to watch the two collapse and teach the other seriously. Sometimes, seeing Le Sheng jumping in anger, his spiritual power leaked out happily, and even made his feet twitch. The dead branches of the rattan chairs all bloomed in clusters of flowers.

I don't know how long it took, but Le Sheng finally taught Feng Yan "Gong Shangjiao Zheng Yu", and said weakly: "Which ditty do you want to learn?"

Feng Hao said without hesitation: ""Fish in Water"."

Le Sheng looked at him strangely: "Why do you want to learn this?"

Feng Yan didn't speak.

Le Sheng has long been used to this weird person's temper, so he changed the question: "Then do you know what this song means?"

Feng Hao doesn't understand, he just thinks there is Fu Yuqiu's name in "Fish in Water".

Le Sheng sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to say: "Fine, learn if you want."

Feng Hao started his "playing cotton" again.

No matter how ugly the konghou sound was, Fu Yuqiu didn't think it was a nightmare, and even enjoyed it.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems like a few days, and it seems like a few months.

When Fu Yuqiu was swinging on the cane, there was a faint sound of heavy objects being dragged across the ground behind him.

He looked back in doubt, and was suddenly taken aback.

Feng Yan found a big rock from nowhere, tied it with vines, and was dragging it into the yard with all his strength.

The stone is too big, and there is grass growing in the crevices of the stone.

Feng Hao's body has no spiritual power, his heart is seriously injured, and his body has countless poisons that cannot be cured. He is terribly thin, but he doesn't know where the strength came from, and he pulls such a big stone back.

His whole body seemed to be exhausted, and the sweat was dripping down.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback, and quickly jumped down to support him: "You...are you poisoned again?"

Feng Yan's face was covered with sweat, which looked like a water poisoning attack, but he shook his head slightly, and pulled him to look at the dark stone behind him, his amber eyes were rarely brightened.

"Stone... stone." Feng Hao said.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Stone, what's wrong?"

It was autumn at this time, Feng Yan's clothes were thin, and he was blown by the wind as if he was about to fall down in an instant. He didn't know how to explain it, so he had to hold Fu Yuqiu's hand to touch the dirty stone.

When Fu Yuqiu touched the stone, he froze for a moment.

It is a cold stone, but it feels like a furnace when touched, and the palm is full of warmth.

The warmth is not the blazing heat of the flame, but a kind of warmth that moistens countless things like warm jade.

Fu Yuqiu looked up at him blankly.

Feng Yu's eyelashes were wet with sweat, and it was the first time that this kind of pure warmth appeared on her expressionless face.

"Didn't you say you're afraid of the cold in winter?" Feng Yan said, "It won't be cold if you sleep on it."

Fu Yuqiu didn't expect Feng Li to do this for her own random words, she was stunned for a long time and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Fool!" Fu Yuqiu laughed at him, "Hahaha, then you don't have to carry the stone back."

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment.

But before he had time to feel lost, Fu Yuqiu suddenly jumped over and hooked his neck, and hung on his body on tiptoe, flaunting like a small stove.

"But I like it very much." Fu Yuqiu rubbed his face with narrowed eyes, and said with a smile, "Why are you so nice?"

Feng Yang was stunned.

No one had ever... been so intimate with him.

The frozen heart seemed to be lightly pressed by something, and cracks were opened.

"His-"

It seemed to be the sound of the barrier breaking.

The cold wind was howling, and it seemed to be snowing.

The dream is still going on, but the surroundings seem to be on the verge of collapse, and the cracks are spreading towards the very center.

Fu Yuqiu curled up on the soft bed Feng Li made for him, squinting his eyes like a lazy cat basking in the sun.

Vaguely, it seemed that someone was sitting beside the warm stone bed, shaking Fu Yuqiu's shoulders lightly.

"Yuqiu... Yuqiu."

When winter came, Fu Yuqiu didn't like to move, and was sleeping comfortably at this time, and didn't want to respond at all.

The man was still persevering and said: "Yuqiu, I... I'll give you something, Yuqiu?"

Fu Yuqiu said vaguely: "Be good, I want to sleep."

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice seemed to come from another world.

"Fu Yuqiu!"

"Fu Yuqiu, wake up!!"

"wake up--"

Yuqiu Yuqiu.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, it's so annoying!

Fu Yuqiu was irritated by the voice in the dream, and was about to yell and curse in anger, but her whole body seemed to have stepped on the ground, and she suddenly woke up.

There is the sound of gurgling water.

Fu Yuqiu opened his eyes and looked around in a daze. It took him a long time to realize that he was soaking in a dark green pool. It was obviously ice-piercing water, but it was warm when the spiritual power drilled into the spiritual veins.

Fu Yuqiu had just woken up, and for a while she couldn't figure out where she was.

Just as he was about to get up and go ashore, he suddenly realized that his hands seemed to be clasped around his waist, and he seemed to be hugged in his arms.

Fu Yuqiu turned his head to look.

Feng Lian was sitting in the Lingquan, holding Fu Yuqiu on his lap, her pair of powerful hands clasped Fu Yuqiu's slender waist tightly, and wrapped Fu Yuqiu in his arms possessively.

It's just that for some reason, Feng Yan's eyes were closed tightly, and her face and even her lips were terribly white.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.