Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Youcao almost flew down Kunlun Mountain.

The more you go down, the warmer you go. Passing through a field of flowers in full bloom, you can see a huge spirit boat docked at the entrance of the Snow Deer Clan from a distance.

Fu Yuqiu burst into ecstasy immediately, and Sa Yazi ran over.

Mu Jing was about to be pulled by him so that his arm was dislocated, and his short legs struggled to keep up with Fu Yuqiu's pace.

Fu Baihe was already at the gate of the spirit boat with his hands folded, his expression anxious, and he didn't look like he was planning a strategy in normal times.

The patriarch of the Yao clan doesn't know what's wrong. It's thousands of miles from Fuyun Prefecture to Kunlun Mountain. He seems to be really idle and has nothing to do. Helping the white crane beside him, he raised his head and took a few breaths from time to time, looking as if he was going to ascend to heaven.

"What are you smoking?" Fu Baihe stepped on him, and said coldly, "Why can't you enter the Kunlun Mountains? Didn't the Snow Deer Clan say they would bring people over immediately? Why is there still no movement?"

The Yao Patriarch was used to helping Baihe's temper of waiting for nothing to find trouble, so he snored and said vaguely: "It's only half a quarter of an hour, so we have to wait."

Fu Baihe said coldly: "No one dares to make me wait."

Snow Leopard nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes."

Fu Baihe kicked him again.

At this moment, two figures, one big and one small, appeared not far away, Fu Baihe looked up immediately.

It's just that before he could see clearly, he suddenly felt that the snow-white figure was rushing towards him like an arrow flying off the string, and directly bumped into his arms.

Fu Baihe was startled.

The person in his arms carries the strange aura of the four races, and after turning into a human form, the skeleton is also a hollow strange body...

But the feeling of soul and soul is like a grass that breaks the ground, exuding a little bit of spring.

Fu Baihe and Fu Yuque seldom heard of Yougu.

He only reluctantly goes back every few years, and as long as he brings back some gadgets that can buy a bunch of mortal spirit stones, he can coax Fu Yuqiu into a happy mood, and he doesn't care about being angry with them.

Every time Fu Baihe went back and just entered the barrier, Fu Yuqiu would run over from afar, bumping into his arms like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

Sometimes when he is in a good mood, he can put a smile on his face and say, "Are you finally willing to come back?"

But if you are in a bad mood, the momentum of the angry rush can push you back, and it will definitely take a long time to finish the calculation.

The feeling of being almost staggered was too familiar, Fu Baihe was stunned for a long time, then slowly stretched out his trembling hand, stroking Fu Yuqiu's white hair little by little.

The white hair seemed to have been soaked in snow water, and the tentacles were icy cold.

——But Fu Yuqiu has never been so cold.

He hates winter, and every time he spends the winter, he will move his flower pot to sleep among the igneous rocks, and he is not afraid of being scorched leaves.

Even if the crimson spirit grass is in human form, it is warm and soft, like a soft dumpling.

Fu Baihe's hand caressed Fu Yuqiu's side face, recognizing that familiar face that gradually became unfamiliar with the passage of time.

"Yuqiu..."

Fu Yuqiu was overjoyed, and said crisply: "Fourth brother!"

Hearing these familiar words, Fu Baihe's eyes turned red, and he stroked that snow-white face with trembling fingers, completely at a loss what to say.

Fu Yuqiu was having fun there.

He didn't have the experience of life and death for more than 20 years like Fu Baihe. In his opinion, he just slept and woke up to become a white bird.

This parting was only a few months old.

Fu Baihe looked at his silly face, thought of something, suddenly his expression changed, he raised his hand and was about to slap him.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned.

But before Fu Baihe's slap touched Fu Yuqiu's face, he stopped abruptly.

The lazy and calm Fu Baihe had never had such mixed senses like now, his lips moved lightly and he didn't even know what to ask first.

Fu Yuqiu asked blankly, "Fourth Brother?"

Fu Baihe's hands hanging beside Fu Yuqiu's face trembled slightly, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

Soon, reason overcame impulsiveness, and Fu Baihe took back his hand so hard that his snow-white sleeves were so strong that he swung his snow-white sleeves into the wind. He turned back with a sullen face, and kicked Snow Leopard directly.

The leader of the monster clan who was innocently implicated: "..."

He didn't have much strength to support the white crane. After venting his anger, the joy of reunion after a long absence gradually faded from his brows. He said coldly, "Why don't you listen to me and insist on going out of the valley?!"

Only then did Fu Yuqiu realize that he was angry at this, and immediately retorted, shouting loudly: "I have been killed, you don't blame the person who killed me, but blame me for going out of Wen Yougu?!"

Fu Baihe remained expressionless: "You talk back again."

"I didn't talk back, I just told the truth." Fu Yuqiu planned to reason with him, "I'm not wrong—every time you ignore me, you will say that I talk back."

Fu Baihe: "You!"

Fu Baihe really ignored it, and immediately turned around and kicked Snow Leopard again.

Monster Race Patriarch: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was killed because he left Wen Yougu, indeed he cannot be blamed, only those who harbored ill intentions towards him can be blamed.

Fu Baihe rubbed the center of his brows with a headache: "Then what about you now? Are you going to play outside?"

"No, no, no." Fu Yuqiu immediately faltered, and hurriedly said, "I want to go back to Yougu, and never come out again."

Fu Baihe said coldly: "Weren't you very stubborn just now?"

Fu Yuqiu drooped her head and said nothing.

The reason why Fu Yuqiu was coaxed into calling Fu Baihe "fourth brother" was because sometimes Fu Baihe was more like an elder brother than Fu Yuque.

Just like the same reunion after a long absence, Fu Yuque can be speechless by Fu Yuqiu's crookedness, but Fu Baihe can retort the yin and yang weirdness, making Fu Yuqiu obediently subdued.

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu was about to droop the leaves as he was when he was a child, Fu Baihe couldn't bear it, sighed helplessly, and stretched out a hand towards him.

"come over."

Fu Yuqiu said awkwardly: "Yes, there are outsiders watching."

He helped the white crane not to move, but still raised his hand.

Fu Yuqiu had no choice but to reluctantly lean forward, bumped his head into Fu Baihe's palm, and rubbed it perfunctorily twice.

In front of Mu Jing and outsiders, Fu Yuqiu felt ashamed of her old face, and was about to withdraw after rubbing, when Fu Baihe suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged her.

Fu Baihe embraced the lost and recovered grass, closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, his tight heart finally completely relaxed.

"Next time you dare to go out without telling us, I will break your leg."

For Fu Yuqiu, interrupting the "roots" is tantamount to a threat of "take your dog's life", he quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm going to die hearing Yougu."

Help Baihe let go of him: "Go, I'll take you back."

Fu Yuqiu nodded hurriedly, and followed Fu Baihe onto the spirit boat.

The Kunlun Mountains stretched endlessly, and the spirit boat slowly floated up, startling Fu Yuqiu staggeringly, and hurriedly hugged Fu Baihe's arm, his face full of vigilance.

Helping Baihe to pat his head: "Afraid of heights?"

Fu Yuqiu nodded.

Probably because of the previous experience of riding a spirit boat with Fenghuang, he is used to it a lot now, closing his eyes and hypnotizing himself "This is not at high altitude, not at high altitude", and his beating heart slowly calmed down.

After calming down, Fu Yuqiu suddenly thought of a question: "Did Fu Yuque not look for you?"

Upon hearing Fu Yuque's name, Fu Baihe sneered: "Looking for me? I did. I heard that the entire Xuanzhulou is my reward order. How can I not look for it?"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was so guilty that he didn't dare to say that the reward order was issued by himself, so he followed suit: "Yes, yes, it's too much."

The patriarch of the Yaozu who was lying on the ground said, "During the Lingyuze Grand Competition, it seemed that someone was indeed looking for you, but after Yanhuoyu fell behind, there was no news. Maybe he died."

Fu Baihe immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's good to die, it's wonderful."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu poked him dissatisfied: "I have to go to Xuanzhu Tower first."

"Why are you going there?" Fu Baihe lazily circled Fu Yuqiu's lock of white hair, and said casually, "Life and death are fate, and whether you go or not won't change anything."

"Help the white crane!"

Helping the white crane gave a "tsk", and reluctantly said: "Okay - then if you see him, you have to stand by my side."

Fu Yuqiu perfunctory: "Let's see when the time comes."

"You said the same thing last time." Fu Baihe said, "Then when we fought, you turned around and helped him."

Fu Yuqiu plausibly said: "I didn't help him, I went to help the grass bell. Do you know how beautiful that bell is, and no birds will call me when it hangs on me. What if you break it?"

"..." Fu Baihe said quietly, "Yujiu, you are a bird now."

Fu Yujiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu suddenly felt sad, and he tweeted angrily: "It's all because of that Feng Beihe! I knew it earlier, so I went to torture him!"

Fu Baihe felt that Fu Yuqiu's chirping and chirping were cute, so he raised his hand and hooked his chin, and said, "Your current shell is actually Yuxue's cuteness, and the Jiuzhong Tianxian Zun would treat you like this because he likes to rub birds. Is it so special?"

Fu Yuqiu glared at him.

Become a white sparrow, live Yama...

Fu Baihe is also very capable when he touched two sad things about Fu Yuqiu in one sentence.

The spirit boat flew extremely fast, and arrived in Fuyun Prefecture in less than half a day.

Fu Yuqiu jumped off the spirit boat in a hurry, and rushed into the Xuanzhulou without hesitation.

"Where is Fu Yu Que, where is Fu Yu Que?!"

Fu Yuque is not a person who does not keep his promise, he has promised that Fu Yuqiu will go to find Fu Baihe, even if this matter makes him hate it, there will be no news of it halfway.

Maybe something really happened.

Fu Baihe lazily sat on the spirit boat and looked down, rummaging casually in a box of gadgets, as if looking for something fun to coax Fu Yuqiu so that he could stand up after fighting Fu Yuque. on my side.

The spirit boat was a little high from the ground, and Mu Jing, who was neglected, wanted to follow Fu Yuqiu, with a pale face, and carefully jumped down the edge.

It's just that Mu Jing managed to overcome difficulties and finally landed safely, but saw Fu Yuqiu rushing out of Xuanzhu Tower like the wind, and jumped onto the spirit boat with a light leap.

Mu Jing: "..."

Fu Yuqiu said anxiously to Fu Baihe: "It seems that he hasn't come back..."

Fu Baihe was about to close the box, and easily came to a conclusion: "Don't ask, he must be dead."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu glared at him quietly: "...It is said that he went to the demon clan."

***

Demon Race, Flame Sea.

There are countless demons with skeletons hanging on their bodies, and there are many copulators everywhere. Fu Yuque walks on the road, and it is almost impossible to see.

Fortunately, he is used to indifference, no matter how turbulent his heart is, he still doesn't show the slightest bit on his face.

Fu Yuque touched the dark "bracelet" on his wrist lightly with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

"You don't believe me, what are you doing to follow?" Yin Teng was about to curse, "Teng Teng's! I put a vine on that dog, there will be no mistakes!"

Fu Yuque said: "But people are in the Yaozu."

"Although the big-tailed bird was seriously injured in the Yaozu, the golden thing in his body escaped. No matter whether these two things are symbiotic or parasitic, they must be the grandson of a calculating grass!" Yin Yin Teng was still scolding, "Can you stop talking so much nonsense?! The chattering along the way is more annoying than grass!"

Fu Yuque: "..."

It was the first time someone said he talked too much.

Yin Teng hates others to question him the most: "It must be in the Demon Race, believe me, when I catch that thing, take it to vent my anger!"

Fu Yuque didn't speak, just nodded.

The sea of ​​flames from the Demon Race gently churned with magma bubbles, and a golden streamer loomed in it.

He disappeared in an instant.

***

The top of Kunlun Mountain.

Yun Gui soared over the clouds and rode the fog, and instantly transformed into a human figure and landed on the ground.

She searched the wandering Daoyun Banling for three full days, but she couldn't find any trace of the Golden Crow, not even the panacea of ​​the crimson spirit grass that Feng Yan had specially told her about.

Yun Gui frowned, not knowing how to deal with His Majesty.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt a shocking riot of spiritual power coming from the entire Kunlun Mountain. Fortunately, there was no ice and snow in the lower realm, otherwise it would definitely cause a big avalanche.

Yun Gui had a bad feeling and stepped forward quickly.

In the Kunlun Mountains, there was a mess of shattered ruins, and Feng Beihe was tied up in the formation with his head hanging down.

Yun Gui glanced at it inadvertently, his pupils shrank slightly.

Feng Li stood there with a long body, the bright sunlight fell on his snow-white robe, but there seemed to be countless ghosts around him, hovering around that big figure.

Feng Hao's black hair was blown wildly by the wind that came out of nowhere, and his expression was terribly gloomy, as if seeing something beyond his own cognition, every inch of his body was tense, as if it would explode in the next moment and it was unbearable pain of.

Yun Gui mumbled, "My lord?"

Feng Yang's golden pupils were already like burning coals, empty and empty.

He looked at Yungui indifferently, but just a glance was several times stronger than Phoenix's coercion, and Yungui was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand still.

"What?" Feng Yan asked indifferently.

Yun Gui gritted his teeth to resist Feng Hao's coercion: "After searching the entire Wandering Dao, there is no trace of the Golden Crow and... the spirit pill."

The Golden Crow will only use Fu Yuqiu's panacea once it is fully recovered. According to Feng Beihe's memory, it will take some time for the panacea to be completely restored.

Feng Hao still has time to search.

Feng Yan gently closed his eyes.

Now the Immortal Venerable seems to be very crazy, Yun Gui thought that he would be harshly reprimanded after saying this, but Feng Li just nodded slightly: "Well, Jinwu Xihuo, let's go to the lower realm to find it."

Yun Gui felt more and more frightened, and said yes in a low voice.

Feng Yan remained silent for a while, neither letting Yun Gui leave, nor telling her anything else.

Just when Yun Gui and the others were trembling with fear, Feng Li finally spoke softly.

"Go to Phoenix Market."

After only saying four words, the aloof Supreme Immortal Venerable seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of bright red blood, dyeing his pale lips bright red.

Yun Gui was terrified: "My lord!"

Feng Yan seemed to be bent over by something, her shoulders were shaking violently, as if she was suppressing uncontrollable emotions.

——Is it the guilt that your sweetheart died because of you?Or the endless regret of not being able to protect him well?

Even Feng Yang himself didn't know.

He has no memory, only the illusory feelings supporting this empty shell full of holes, even if he is sad, he doesn't know the specific reason.

But it was only for a moment, Feng Yan slowly straightened up, casually wiped away the blood from his lips, his eyes were loose and empty, like a ghost who had been hollowed out and wandered on the road to Huangquan.

His expression was indifferent, as if the loss of soul just now was just an illusion, and his tall figure was like a majestic and unshakable mountain, nothing could knock him down.

Feng Yan continued to finish what he hadn't finished.

"...rebuild the Phoenix Ruins, and move the formation of the Nine Heavens Phoenix Palace there."

He will build a splendid golden cage and catch a beautiful white bird.

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Phoenix: Build my nest and prepare to capture Jiujiu.