Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Feng Yang couldn't give him an answer.

Fu Yuqiu let go of her hand in a slump, and stood up staggeringly supporting Feng Li's heart.

The formation drawn by Fenghuang's blood stopped halfway, and it was destroyed in one fell swoop. Even if Fengyan thought about Nirvana again, it would take another half a month to prepare.

Fuyuqiu's snow-white hair was burnt to the end, and a small section of scorched black hair was blown by the wind into ashes and dissipated.

If he hadn't come, perhaps the Phoenix at this time would have disappeared into the world like this lock of hair.

Fu Yuqiu stretched out her hand to straighten out a short part of Xue's hair, she was silent for a while, then grabbed Feng Li's hand with her backhand and walked forward.

Feng Yan was dragged forward without making a sound.

When passing by and petting the peacock with its head buried in the pit again, Feng Hao gave him an almost cold look with his eyes like knives.

Even if Feng Xuesheng couldn't see it, he was still "scratched" by this seemingly substantial look and trembled all over.

It’s over.

The white bird is not finished, he must be finished.

Fu Yuqiu accidentally caught a glimpse of the peacock trembling, and looked back unexpectedly.

Before she could take back her cold and stern eyes, Feng Li met Fu Yuqiu directly.

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yang lowered her eyes, her thick long eyelashes covering her golden pupils.

Fu Yuqiu was about to be laughed at by him angrily, pulled his hand hard, and returned to the Phoenix Hall angrily.

Feng Yan was quiet the whole time, and he didn't say anything when he was stared at fiercely, and even smiled gently, completely unable to see how crazy he was in private.

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that his face turned pale, and when he returned to the Phoenix Hall, he pressed Feng Li on the bed.

Feng Yan looked at him and said, "You forced yourself to wake up from the dream, did you get hurt?"

Fu Yuqiu said coldly: "You still have the nerve to ask?"

Feng Yan didn't speak.

Fu Yuqiu said: "Feng Xuesheng!"

Feng Xuesheng, whose face was covered in mud, quietly poked out a head: "Hey, dad, what's the matter?"

Fu Yuqiu was very satisfied with his way, turned around and said, "Go to Kunlun Mountain and ask Xuelu to come."

Feng Yan frowned: "No need..."

Feng Xuesheng fell into confusion for a moment, not knowing who to listen to.

If he listened to Fu Yuqiu, his father would really kill him; but if he listened to his father, Fu Yuqiu would... be quite fierce.

Just when Feng Xuesheng was swaying, Fu Yuqiu covered Feng Li who was about to speak and pressed her mouth on the soft pillow forcibly, turned her head and said coldly: "Why don't you go soon?"

Feng Xuesheng: "..."

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu dared to cover his father's mouth boldly, Feng Xuesheng hastily retracted his head and hurried to Kunlun Mountain.

After Feng Xuesheng left, Fu Yuqiu took her hand back.

Feng Xi was helpless: "It's useless if you call Snow Deer Doctor, they will just bring golden light grass to forcefully stabilize my soul."

Fu Yuqiu ignored him, sitting on the footrest and fiddling with the gold bracelet on her wrist, as if she wanted to remove this broken thing.

But I don't know what the gold bracelet is made of, and Fu Yuqiu couldn't get it off with all his strength, but made his wrist red.

Fu Yuqiu was completely angry, stood up abruptly, poked her hand in front of Feng Li, and said coldly: "Untie it for me."

Feng Hao said: "I can't solve it."

"How is it possible?!" Fu Yuqiu was about to pounce on him and bite him, "You don't know how to untie the one you wear yourself?! Who are you fooling?"

Feng Hao was unmoved, let Fu Yuqiu go crazy and still refused to take off the gold bracelet.

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that he shook his hands, and rushed forward to fight him with all his teeth and claws.

When Feng Xuesheng hurried over with the old Patriarch Xuelu, as soon as he entered, he saw Fu Yuqiu sitting on Feng's waist and abdomen, with his hands pinching Feng's neck with a fierce face, looking like he was about to murder Stance.

Feng Xuesheng: "..."

Feng Xuesheng hurried up to rescue his father, but was restrained by the well-informed old patriarch Qing Piao Piao.

The old patriarch stroked his snow-white beard and saw that the gold bracelets and chains on Fu Yuqiu's body seemed to remind him of something. He looked like someone who had come here, and said, "It's really fire."

Feng Xuesheng: "?"

Hearing the movement, Fu Yuqiu sat up straight, brushed her loose long hair behind her shoulders, and got off Feng Lian's body neatly, letting the Xuelu patriarch to diagnose him.

Feng Xun sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, not wanting the old Patriarch Xuelu to make a fuss, so he stretched out his hand.

Fu Yuqiu stood beside him with his arms folded, leaning against the pillar with an attitude of "love to death".

Feng Xuesheng said quietly: "Do you want to kill my father?"

"Heh." Fu Yuqiu said coldly, "Does he still need me to kill him?"

Soon, the old patriarch withdrew his spiritual power, and said earnestly: "Use the golden light grass to stabilize the soul."

It's not good for him to just say that the time limit for the Immortal Venerable has come, and he can only be conservative if he can be stable.

Feng Li had heard this kind of words countless times, nodded lightly, and gave Feng Xuesheng a wink.

Feng Xuesheng understood, and hurriedly took the old patriarch out.

Fu Yuqiu also wanted to go out to look at the Golden Glowing Grass, but just as she moved, the gold bracelet on her wrist seemed to be pulled, and when she lowered her head slightly, she saw a long gold chain dragging on the gold bracelet.

Fu Yuqiu turned back expressionlessly and looked at Feng Yan.

Feng Hao said: "My mind and soul are unstable, and my inner palace was injured, so I will die soon. If I wait for the Nirvana Fire to appear after my death, it will be difficult to be reborn."

Seeing that Feng Yan seemed to be ready to discuss this topic with him, Fu Yuqiu pulled up a chair and sat there with his legs crossed, intending to hear what this dog man was thinking.

"Well, what else?"

"But if I use the formation method to summon the Phoenix Nirvana Fire while I am alive, maybe there will be a glimmer of life."

Fu Yuqiu didn't care that Fengyi chose the latter, after all, he was himself and wanted to fight hard, instead of waiting for the fate of heaven to decide after death.

What made him really angry was that Feng Yan kept it from him, and even tried to erase his memory in vain.

"Or..." Fu Yuqiu had a new idea, "Are you trying to show fairness that you lost your memory, and you want to make me lose it too?"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Hao really wanted to know what was going on in Fu Yuqiu's head, and every word he said was beyond his expectation.

The differences between the two are not on the same matter at all, and of course it is impossible to convince each other.

Fu Yuqiu didn't want to argue with Feng Yan any longer, and just sat there sullenly.

After a while, the Snow Deer Clan brought the medicine made from the Golden Gloss Grass. Feng Yan originally thought that the Golden Gloss Grass was useless and wanted to reject it, but seeing Fu Yuqiu sitting there with a listless head and not saying a word, he hesitated, so he had no choice but to give it away. Bring the medicine and drink it down.

It was probably the first time that the Snow Deer Patriarch saw the cooperation of the Immortal Venerable, and he was full of praise immediately, wishing to pour another pot of medicine on Feng Lian.

"I added some medicine to soothe the nerves and stabilize the soul in the golden light grass. It is better for your lord to rest more recently."

Feng Yan, who was holding an empty bowl, frowned: "Tranquilization?"

The head of the Snow Deer Clan nodded, seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he asked Feng Xuesheng to send him back.

Feng Yan originally thought that the sedative medicine added by Xuelu had no effect, but he didn't expect that after drinking the medicine for a while, the long-lost sleepiness gradually came to him.

Ever since Feng Yan could remember, he had never really slept, even if he became the Ninth Layer Celestial Venerable, he still had trouble sleeping day and night.

After this drowsiness surged up, Feng Yan instinctively felt strange and wanted to resist the drowsiness, but before he could use his spiritual power to forcefully wake up, he felt that Fu Yuqiu, who had been hiding beside him, suddenly sat quietly on the side of the bed .

Feng Hao struggled to open his eyes.

Fu Yuqiu covered his eyes with his hand, and the chain on his wrist jingled, and said awkwardly, "Sleep."

"Yuqiu..."

"I don't want to listen to you." Fu Yuqiu said sullenly, "Hurry up and sleep, I'm right here."

Feng Hao still repelled the sleepiness in his body, but the breath in Fu Yuqiu's sleeves was too familiar, and it seeped into his body. He didn't resist for too long, and let himself be immersed in the breath of peace of mind and gradually fell into a trance. deep sleep.

This is the only peaceful sleep Feng Hao has had in these years.

Fu Yuqiu sat on the edge of the bed and watched him intently, until Feng Li completely lost consciousness, he let out a soft breath.

As Feng Li fell into a deep sleep, the gold chain on Fu Yuqiu's wrist also disappeared into the void.

Fu Yuqiu shook his wrist, and felt that there was no obstacle, so he quietly walked out of the inner hall.

The old head of the Snow Deer Clan hadn't left yet, he was whispering to Feng Xuesheng, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Fu Yuqiu walked over slowly and told Feng Xuesheng to stay aside.

"How is Phoenix?" He asked the old Patriarch Xuelu.

Feng Yang was not there, and the old patriarch no longer was cautious in his words and deeds, and said directly: "Hey, it is only a matter of time before the fall, if you can succeed in nirvana, you can pretend to save a life, but I advise you to prepare early."

Fu Yuqiu's face turned pale: "He...is there really no hope for Nirvana?"

The old patriarch shook his head and sighed: "He has forcibly nirvana several times, the fire of phoenix nirvana is not much, and he almost burned them all."

"Nirvana... how many times?" Fu Yuqiu was at a loss. Does that mean that Phoenix died more than once?

Who was able to kill him so many times?

But this is not the time to pursue, Fuyu Qiufeng asked: "Is there any way to heal without letting him go to nirvana?"

The old patriarch shook his head: "If there is, I don't have to hang him with golden grass."

Fu Yuqiu pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "You come with me."

The old patriarch didn't know why, but he followed Fu Yuqiu slowly to the apse of the Phoenix Hall.

When he arrived at the apse, Fu Yuqiu took off his outer robe and jumped directly into the Lingquan, swimming like a dragon to the central jade platform.

——The spirit pill of Jiangling Youcao has been almost repaired, only a small gap can be vaguely seen, and it will be completely repaired in three or four days.

He remained indifferent for a moment, then reached out and took the elixir forcefully.

There was a faint sound of "hiss", which seemed to be the movement of spiritual power dispersing.

The panacea of ​​Jianglingyoucao was slightly dimmed without the spiritual power of the spiritual spring.

At the same time, Fu Yuqiu also felt that the invisible force that had been supporting her disappeared in an instant, and her body returned to the exhaustion that she had been lethargic in Wenyougu before.

Fu Yuqiu shook his head to wake himself up, swam back to the shore holding the elixir, and propped it up with his hands, dripping water all over his body.

He showed the bead to the old patriarch Xuelu: "Look at this, the panacea of ​​Crimson Spirit Youcao, can it heal Phoenix's injury?"

The old patriarch was stunned, took the elixir tremblingly, probed it slightly, and immediately said in surprise: "It's really the elixir of Crimson Spirit Youcao?!"

"Yeah." Fu Yuqiu didn't have the slightest nostalgia, but only cared, "Is it useful?"

"Of, of course it is useful!" The old patriarch looked at the panacea with fanaticism and excitement, "Jianglingyoucao is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, the darling of heaven and earth, it can not only stabilize the spirit and soul, but even bring the dead back to life if used correctly!"

Fu Yuqiu heaved a sigh of relief, and asked, "Then why did you use it for him? Just eat it?"

As soon as the words fell, the old patriarch glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "How can such a spiritual thing of heaven and earth be squandered?!"

Fu Yuqiu was stunned for a moment.

The old patriarch woke up from the frenzy just now, and frowned: "This panacea is obviously related to the soul, maybe it is Youcao with sanity, what is the difference between using this panacea and murdering Youcao's life? It won't break the spirit of Youcao, right?! This will be punished by the gods, and the panacea cannot be used!"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu was silent, not knowing how to tell the old patriarch about the resurrection.

"He agreed." Fu Yuqiu was in a hurry, so he had to say indiscriminately, "This panacea can be used casually."

The old patriarch glared at him: "I don't believe it, you just want to use the panacea as medicine!"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu vaguely understood why Feng Li refused to use her elixir.

He had no choice but to explain concisely and concisely for half an hour to the old patriarch of the Snow Deer Clan that he was Youcao.

The old patriarch squinted his eyes and looked Fu Yuqiu up and down, and suddenly said: "No wonder..."

Fu Yuqiu: "What?"

The old patriarch said: "No wonder you also have the aura of the spirit of the heavenly dao on your body. Since it was the heavenly dao that made Youcao reincarnated on the white bird, maybe it has its own arrangement."

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

God...arrange?

Phoenix Palace.

Feng Xuesheng turned into a peacock and lay on the window sill, looking listlessly at Fenghuang on the bed.

This was the first time he saw his father so undefended, but even so, the coercion on Feng Yan was still so strong that he didn't dare to approach him at all.

Just when Feng Xuesheng was about to sleep with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a faint sound coming from the earthen jar beside him.

The peacock tilted its head, hopped over, and looked curiously.

If it was before, Feng Xuesheng must have been so frustrated that he wanted to hang around in the corner, but now he seems to be curious about everything, wanting to know what is there, and he has walked around that strange urn for a few minutes. lock up.

At this time, a golden remnant soul suddenly struggled out from the edge of the urn.

It's Suzaku.

Taking advantage of Feng's consciousness falling into a deep sleep, it finally broke through Phoenix's restriction with difficulty.

After being imprisoned for so many years, it was the first time that Suzaku came out of that dark urn.

Feng Xuesheng was still watching with his head tilted.

Suzaku was still faintly sane, and was overjoyed when he saw the peacock.

Even if he could escape from the urn, he might be wiped out in less than a moment, but if he could parasitize his remnant soul in the inner mansion of the peacock like the Golden Crow, he might be able to cultivate his original form again in a hundred years.

Suzaku's heart suddenly started beating violently.

Feng Yang has tortured him so badly, if he can return to Jiuchongtian one day, he will definitely be...

"Chirp."

The peacock poked its head forward, and bit the shiny golden thing like a bug.

Suzaku: "..."

Before Suzaku could react, Peacock raised his head and swallowed it directly.

Feng Xuesheng vaguely remembered that his father seemed to have put a lot of snow silkworms in this urn, and he thought that the remnant soul was born from snow silkworms, so he ate it without thinking, and had a hearty meal .

The peacock spiritual power carried the phoenix spiritual power given to him by Feng Yan to circulate slightly in the meridians, gradually dispelling the remnant soul swallowed in the body, until finally dissipated completely.

Feng Xuesheng yawned, then squatted back on the window sill and yawned listlessly.

The snow silkworm raised by my father is delicious, let's eat some more next time.