Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

From then on, Feng Yan lived in Wenyou Valley.

If he didn't mention leaving voluntarily, Fu Yuqiu would naturally not drive him away - after all, her little Ye Zi was still on Feng Hao's body.

Fu Yuqiu is also very showy, and within a few days, the whole Wen Yougu knew that he was a holy doctor who helped a dying human being back to life.

Soon, Le Sheng heard the news and came from Yufeng. Just as he landed, he saw Fu Yuqiu and another man piled head to head on the ground, watching the ants move.

Le Sheng: "?"

Childish people changed from one to a pair?

Fu Yuqiu was still telling Feng Yan: "Take care of yours, and we will see which of the two of them moves things back to the nest first. If you lose, you will be responsible for watering the flowers and plants."

Feng Yan nodded seriously.

Le Sheng: "..."

Le Sheng coughed dryly: "Yuqiu?"

Fu Yuqiu raised her head to see Le Sheng, her face beamed with joy, and said to Feng Li: "Help me look after 'Little Grass', if it returns to its nest first, I win - don't cheat!"

To be able to name ants, perhaps only a full-fledged person like Fu Yuqiu would do it.

Feng Yan nodded again.

After exhorting, Fu Yuqiu happily stood up and rushed towards Le Sheng. His slender figure only reached Le Sheng's shoulders, and he jumped directly onto Le Sheng's body.

"Why do you have time to come? Didn't you retreat in Gongshang Gorge?"

"Well, just come and see you." Le Sheng hugged him, put him on the ground, and gave him the gadgets he prepared, and said, "I heard that you saved a human being."

Fu Yuqiu fiddled with the beautiful little bell happily, and said casually: "Oh, yes, isn't it amazing?"

Le Sheng glanced at him, but didn't see through him.

Although Fu Yuqiu knew a little about medical skills, he wouldn't be able to bring the dead back to life unless he used the crimson spirit grass.

Le Sheng didn't come here to reprimand Fu Yuqiu, he casually touched Fu Yuqiu's head twice, and looked at Feng Yan who was looking at him coldly not far away.

With just one glance, Le Sheng frowned tightly.

The breath on this person...

Very strange.

Unlike humans, monsters, and demons, it has a disgusting and fearful taste.

After Feng Li and Le Sheng looked at each other, they continued to lower their heads as if nothing had happened, looking at Fu Yuqiu's "little grass".

Le Sheng frowned and said, "Yuqiu, do you know who he is?"

Fu Yuqiu said casually, "Ugly."

Le Sheng: "..."

Even though he wasn't very happy, Le Sheng still tapped his head lightly and said, "That's rude."

"That's what it is." Fu Yuqiu put away the bell, and held her head in disbelief, "All human beings are ugly, look at me like this, I'm so ugly."

Le Sheng: "..."

Le Sheng was too lazy to talk to him, and said: "Don't trust others, let alone..."

"—Don't leave Wen Yougu casually." Fu Yuqiu interjected, "I know it all, how many times each of you have to say it, it's so annoying."

Le Sheng glanced at him: "Are you so bored? Come, let me play a song for you to calm down."

Fu Yuqiu suddenly froze, and said sullenly: "You play that song again and again, when can you change it?"

Le Sheng said quietly: "Whenever you are not bored, I will change."

Fu Yuqiu had no choice but to follow Le Sheng to the next pavilion.

Le Sheng put the qin across his knees, and his eyes seemed to glance at Feng Li, who was still watching the ants move with his head down.

Fu Yuqiu had already sat on the ground proficiently, wearing the bell given to him by Le Sheng with a thin soft rattan and tied it around his ankle.

Le Sheng raised his hand and played "Fish in Water".

When the first sound of the zither sounded, his spiritual consciousness was quietly placed on Feng Hao's body.

This song possesses spiritual power, which can dispel the spiritual power of demons. Even a person with a high level of cultivation will lose his spiritual power when he hears the sound of the piano.

Le Sheng wanted to know if this man was from the Demon Race.

It's just that after playing a song, Feng Hao didn't respond at all, and was still helping Yuqiu to watch the ants move seriously.

Le Sheng took his hand back.

Fortunately, not the Mozu.

The demons often have no bottom line. If Fu Yuqiu's temperament is deceived by the demons, I am afraid that even the leaves will be gnawed.

But not being a demon doesn't mean that Le Sheng trusts him.

Seeing that the music sage had finally finished playing, Fu Yuqiu, who hadn't even heard it, hurriedly clapped his hands: "It sounds good! It's a good song! The lingering sound is endless! It's like listening to fairy music!"

Le Sheng saw his perfunctory, and said calmly: "Then I will play another song?"

Fu Yuqiu hurriedly jumped up: "You, do you have to go back to retreat? It's getting late."

Le Sheng: "..."

Le Sheng didn't want to stay here either, and he still wanted to investigate this person's background, lest Fu Yuqiu be fooled in a daze.

Feng Li squatted on the ground, and he didn't get up slowly until the two ants had all carried their things back to the nest.

Fu Yuqiu sent Le Sheng away, and ran back happily: "Have the two of them gone back?"

Feng Yan nodded: "Well, you won."

Fu Yuqiu's eyes were crooked with a smile, and he didn't know why the ant's moving was worth being so happy.

Soon, Fu Yuqiu got tired of moving, so he found a sunny day to dig out the dusty things in the small warehouse to dry, including a harp given to him by Fu Baihe.

Fu Yuqiu would have learned a few times from Le Sheng, but he has always been impatient, and within two days he threw it into the small warehouse to collect dust.

Feng Yan looked at Kong Hou, saw that Fu Yuqiu wanted to throw it back after drying it, and suddenly said: "This... can I use it?"

Fu Yuqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You can also play the harp?"

Feng Hao thought to himself: "So this is called Konghou."

There are also strings, which should be similar to what the man played before.

Feng Hao nodded.

Just make a sound.

Fu Yuqiu still loves the harp's timbre, so he generously offered to give it to Feng Li, and sat cross-legged eagerly, intending to listen to Feng Li playing a song for himself.

Feng Xun calmly set up the harp and placed it across his knees.

Fu Yuqiu was so happy that she kicked her legs and laughed, and the bells on her ankles jingled continuously.

"Hahaha that's not how konghou is played, do you really know it or fake it?"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Hao's face remained unchanged, pretending to be calm, and he put the harp upright, not affected by Fu Yuqiu's ridicule, but just glanced at Fu Yuqiu's feet on the grass.

His face sinking into water, he played a few notes on the harp.

Fu Yuqiu's face froze, and he couldn't laugh anymore. He covered his ears and said in pain: "I know, you must be a fake meeting."

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan lowered his hand helplessly.

The magic sound fills the ears, but that's it.

Phoenix consciousness trapped in the body: "..."

He was inexplicably complicated.

Except for the memories inherited by Fenghuang, even the memories of when Fenghuang ascended to the position of Immortal Venerable were all pieced together, and he didn't even know why he loved fireworks and played the harp.

And now all doubts have a perfect explanation.

But no matter how beautiful the phoenix set off the fireworks, Fu Yuqiu only felt fear;

After playing the beautiful konghou sound, Fu Yuqiu no longer liked to listen to it.

Fenghuang even resented the reason that caused him to lose his memory.

If he still had memory, he might have recognized Fu Yuqiu when he saw him for the first time, instead of scaring him out of his psychological shadow with oriole bloodletting flames.

Just when Fenghuang's thoughts were racing, Fu Yuqiu's memory seemed to have passed by quickly.

The leaves of Wen Yougu began to turn yellow.

The sound of dinglingling sounded.

With bells tied around her ankles, Fu Yuqiu ran into the inner room lightly stepping on the steps, and threw herself happily on the warm bed.

Like a cat that found a new litter, he tossed and turned happily in the quilt for a long time, then smiled and revealed his head from under the quilt, and said to Feng Hao, "Come on."

Feng Yan was hugging the pillow and planning to make a bed for him, when he heard this, he was taken aback: "Huh?"

A few months passed, the dead air on Feng Lian's face had completely disappeared, and the ugly water mark on his face had also subsided a lot, and it seemed that it was not as scary as it was at the beginning.

He was wearing Fu Yuqiu's white clothes. Although his body was thin, his hands and feet were longer than Fu Yuqiu's, and his sleeves barely reached his forearms. The autumn wind would chill him and shiver.

It was going to be dark soon, and Fu Yuqiu usually didn't go to bed until late at night, but today he wanted to lie down on the stone bed that Feng Lian had found for him, so he climbed up on the couch early.

Seeing that Feng Li was still dawdling, Fu Yuqiu impatiently stretched out his hand to grab him, and dragged him onto the bed.

Feng Xun was caught off guard, and almost fell directly on Fu Yuqiu's body, and hurriedly supported her with her hands, and finally stabilized her body.

"Come on, let's sleep together."

Fu Yuqiu's joy of getting a new gift can't be stopped at all, but he has no one in Wenyougu to share his joy, so he has to drag Feng Yan, the gift giver, to experience the beauty of this gift.

Feng Xi was confused, so he dragged her into the quilt and lay there stiffly.

Fu Yuqiu stretched out her whole body, feeling that the stone bed under her body was indeed emitting a steady stream of heat, she kicked her feet happily, suppressed her excitement and said in a low voice: "I have always wanted such a bed, but Grandpa Huoyan The stones there will explode with fireworks, saying that if I really fell asleep, I would be blown to pieces in a daze."

Feng Yan was tense all over and did not dare to move, and he did not understand what Fu Yuqiu meant by "leaves".

The more Fu Yuqiu said, the more excited she became: "I didn't believe it at that time, so I secretly took a piece of fire rock and put the flower pot on it. Who knew that it would explode in just one night, hahaha!"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan looked at the young man who seemed to be shining in the dark, and suddenly realized that he and he were not in the same world from the beginning to the end.

Fu Yuqiu's world is simple and pure, and he can be so excited just by having a bed. Sometimes he can watch such boring things as ants moving for a whole day, and he can even watch it so that his blood boils. There are losses and losses. win.

His world has no calculations, no humiliation, no hardships in order to survive by doing everything possible, and no violence and bloody killing others.

He Fengyan...

Completely two opposite extremes.

Feng Hao suddenly recalled what Patriarch Young Young Patriarch had said about his future at that time.

"You will sit on the position of Immortal Venerable in a few years, brutally murderous, and slaughter all four clans."

Feng Li's fingers tightened silently.

He should not become as cruel and bloodthirsty as predicted by the spirit mirror.

To find revenge on those who have enemies, and never implicate innocent people.

or.

If he can live in Wenyou Valley in peace and stability like now, then he can ignore everything about the position of immortal venerable and hatred.

if only……

Feng Yan was startled, and suddenly recalled a question.

Why did I predict that I would return to the Nine Heavens?

Did Ling Jing predict that he would fall into Wen Yougu and be rescued by Fu Yuqiu?

Fu Yuqiu had been whimpering for a long time, the excitement faded, and finally she couldn't help leaning on Feng Li's body and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Feng Yan turned his head to look at him, and lightly took out the broken lens that had been hidden on his body.

The lens was blurry, as if covered with a thin layer of dust.

This is just one piece of the spiritual mirror, and the rest has gone to nowhere.

Feng Yan tried hard to see clearly, and unconsciously stroked with his finger, the edge of the lens was so sharp that it cut his finger pulp immediately, and a drop of blood rushed into the lens.

In an instant, a figure slowly appeared in the empty mirror.

Feng Yang was taken aback.

Man in the Mirror……

It seems to be Fu Yuqiu?