Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

In the second half of the night, Fu Yuqiu would be woken up almost every half an hour. As long as he groaned, a phoenix spirit power would come over and plunge him into the chaos of drunkenness, ups and downs, as if he could not reach his feet. land.

After tossing and tossing like this all night, it wasn't until a snow-white light appeared outside that Fu Yuqiu woke up in a daze.

Although his body was exhausted, his spirit was satisfied, and he was so conflicted that he wanted to get up and play, and also wanted to sleep in the brocade quilt.

Feng Yan lifted the curtain of the bed, and a breath of ice and snow drifted to Fu Yuqiu's nose.

Fu Yuqiu opened her slightly curly thick eyelashes in confusion.

"The Snow Deer Patriarch has arrived." Feng Yan said softly, "Get up?"

Fu Yuqiu was fused with spirit and soul in the middle of the night, feeling her whole brain was melted by the scorching temperature, she stared blankly at Feng Li for a long time before slowly nodding her head.

Putting on the outer robe, Fu Yuqiu glanced out of the window from the corner of her eye, and felt that the sunlight was extraordinarily bright and white today.

The long-term high fever made his limbs weak, and he staggered when he got out of bed. Seeing Feng Li frowning and wanting to come over to hug him, Fu Yuqiu hurriedly turned back into a white bird.

What does it look like to hold it out.

Feng Yan reached out to catch the ball of "glutinous rice balls", opened the bed curtain and slowly left the inner hall.

On the verandah leading to the front hall, Fu Yuqiu, who was dozing off with her wings outstretched and her index finger on Feng Yan, was dazed, opened her eyes, and was slightly taken aback.

Snowflakes fell all over the sky in Fenghuangxu, and it was covered with snow as far as the eye could see.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned, wondering if she had been fooled by Feng Yan.

"Snow?"

Feng Hao said: "Yes."

Fu Yuqiu was confused.

No wonder he woke up today without the hot feeling of yesterday, it turned out that winter is here.

It was the first time Fu Yuqiu had seen such a heavy snowfall. After staring at it for a long time, she suddenly jumped up from Feng Yan's palm, flapping her wings vigorously and flew towards the outside of the corridor.

Seeing him staggering, Feng Yan was afraid that he would fall, and was about to pick him up, but saw Fu Yuqiu gave a crisp "chirp", as if entering a spiritual spring, and plunged into the snow as far as his calf. .

The little white sparrow fell into the snow at first glance. If it weren't for the two red feathers, no one could see where he was.

Soon, Fu Yuqiu stretched out his wings and rolled in the snow twice, as if encountering hot water, the snow melted quickly.

Wherever the white bird rolled, it was melted into a snow cave.

After a while, the small piece of snow that Fu Yuqiu tossed and tossed all melted into water, which wet him all over.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Fu Yuqiu's eyes were shining brightly, she stretched her wings and yelled at the phoenix.

Feng Yan stretched out his hand to him: "Let the Snow Deer Clan Master read it for you first, and then come to play."

Fu Yuqiu, who was tortured to death by the fire, was rejuvenated at this time, and she didn't feel sore all over. She happily stretched her wings and flapped a handful of snow upwards.

A flurry of snow fell on him, and a few flakes accumulated on his round head.

But soon the snow turned into water and rolled down his smooth feathers.

Fu Yuqiu shook his head and tweeted: "It's fun, let's play first!"

This should be the first time he dared to plunge his paws into the snow, and even rolled his whole body in the snow without freezing the leaves.

The cold snow sticks to the thick feathers, forcing down the heat in the meridians of the body through a layer of fur.

The ice is cold, so comfortable that Fu Yuqiu can't wait to bury his head in the snow.

Fu Yuqiu also tried to peck a few mouthfuls of snow with his sharp beak, but he couldn't taste the taste after touching it for a long time.

Hei Dou rolled his eyes slightly, and hurriedly asked Feng Yan: "Is there any spirit liquid from Baihuayuan?"

Fu Yuqiu's favorite drink, Feng Lian, was always with him, and when he heard this, he flipped his fingers, and the spiritual liquid contained in a bamboo tube appeared in his palm.

Fu Yuqiu was very happy, and stretched out his wings to grab a handful of clean snow: "Pour a few drops on the snow."

Feng Yan did so.

Fu Yuqiu lowered his head again to peck the snow soaked in the spiritual liquid, his eyes lit up immediately, and he finished pecking all at once.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but when the cold snow entered his body, Fu Yuqiu felt that the burning sensation in his inner mansion also subsided a lot.

Seeing Feng Yan standing tall and standing tall, with his hands resting on the carved wooden railing in the veranda and watching him indifferently, Fu Yuqiu waved his wings at him: "Come on."

Feng Yan smiled: "No need."

Fu Yuqiu's black bean eyes narrowed, bewitching him: "You will know how fun it is if you come to play, come down quickly."

Feng Li still shook his head, no matter what Fu Yuqiu said, he would not move.

Fu Yuqiu narrowed her eyes, as if she wanted to play tricks.

***

The front hall of the Phoenix Market.

The old Xuelu patriarch had already finished two cups of hot tea, but he still hadn't waited for anyone to come, he frowned his snow-white brows, and felt that the Immortal Venerable was a little too disobedient.

You can't be so slack just because you don't want to be the Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable anymore, right?

It was rare to see such heavy snow outside, but the old Snow Deer Patriarch just watched casually. He was no longer young, and he would not play in the snow all night like those kids in Kunlun Mountain.

It has not snowed in the lower realm for more than 20 years. Everyone was shocked by the sudden snowfall overnight.

There are also many teenagers who have never seen snow and thought that the flowers were defeated.

Winter returned overnight, as if it had been taken away in the past, and it was caught off guard.

Yaozu was more completely confused.

The patriarch of the Yao clan originally thought that he and Feng Xingyun would end up in the same tragic end as Feng Xingyun when the news that he and Feng Xingyun conspired together to plot against the Immortal Venerable was leaked.

The snow leopard carefully pressed one paw on the snow, and then immediately retracted it, lest the snow be a new thing for the immortal to torture people.

But no matter how I explored, I could only feel a strange and familiar coldness.

Really snow.

Winter...is back.

The entire lower realm was in chaos because of the snow.

Phoenix Market is still quiet.

The old patriarch waited and waited but couldn't come, so he left the hall slowly, intending to take a look at the snow scene in the veranda.

Just as he walked out, he caught a glimpse and saw a peacock flopping happily in the snow.

Old patriarch: "..."

This new Immortal Venerable... is too unstable.

The unsteady Xinxianzun Feng Xuesheng hadn't seen snow for too long, when snowflakes fell on him last night, he thought someone was throwing salt on him, planning to marinate peacock meat to eat.

There is a thick layer of snow early in the morning, which is especially suitable for rolling.

Feng Xuesheng rolled comfortably for a long time, when she inadvertently raised her head, she saw the old Xuelu Patriarch staring at him with dissatisfaction.

Feng Xuesheng: "..."

Feng Xuesheng was a little afraid of people, so she crawled out of the snow, took human form, and said calmly, "Good morning."

The old patriarch was afraid of Feng disaster but not this young brat, he said unceremoniously: "Your Majesty's behavior is degrading and degrading."

Feng Xuesheng was so dumbfounded by the counting that she didn't dare to make a sound.

The old patriarch was probably too old, and he began to babble endlessly: "If other people see you like this, then who will fear you and the Nine Heavens again? Your father's majesty has been hard-earned over the years. It was broken up by you rolling over."

Feng Xuesheng said dully: "Yes, yes."

"Everything must be mature and steady, don't be impulsive, learn more from your father, and don't show your emotions, this is the bearing that a superior should have."

Feng Xuesheng said, "That's right."

"Look at your father, why did you do such a disgraceful thing?"

Feng Xuesheng: "Okay, okay...huh?"

The old patriarch glared at him: "Where did I say something wrong?"

Feng Xuesheng said dryly: "Father..."

He didn't dare to say, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, letting the old patriarch see for himself.

The Snow Deer patriarch looked over unconvinced.

With just one glance, the old face froze.

In the snowdrift not far away, a colorful phoenix was standing quietly in the snow, and a white sparrow that looked like glutinous rice balls stepped on his back and chirped lively and non-stop.

Sure enough, he was also playing in the snow.

Snow Deer Old Patriarch: "..."

Feng Xuesheng watched his expression carefully, not knowing what to say.

The old patriarch deserved to have seen the big world, snorted, and said: "Your father is not decent, standing in the snow is still dignified and graceful, your posture is not good, playing in the snow is like a child , still rolling."

Feng Xuesheng: "..."

Fine.

It wasn't until Fu Yuqiu got tired of playing on Phoenix's back that Feng Li turned into a human form, holding Fu Yuqiu who was having fun and went to the hall calmly.

The old patriarch pretended not to see Feng Yang playing in the snow with Bai Que at all, and gave Fu Yuqiu a diagnosis and treatment with a serious face.

"Peacock." The too cold weather made the heat in Fu Yuqiu's body subside a lot, and he finally felt more comfortable. He probably felt too bored, so he lay on Feng's palm and lazily said to Feng Xuesheng, who was working hard and serious, "Open Check it out on a screen."

He remembered that the peacock opened its tail and it was so beautiful.

Although Feng Xuesheng had low self-esteem in his bones, he still liked to show off because of his peacock's nature. His eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, okay."

He was about to open his screen when Feng Yan suddenly gave him a cold look.

Feng Xuesheng froze immediately, not daring anymore.

He didn't want to provoke his father's anger here, so he just made up a reason and slipped away.

Fu Yuqiu didn't know that the peacock opened its tail to show its love, and was still wondering: "What's wrong with him?"

"Is there something else." Feng Li perfunctory him, then looked at the old Patriarch Xuelu, "—how?"

The old patriarch said: "It's nothing serious, it's just a symptom of the fusion of soul and soul, just get used to it."

Feng Hao frowned, feeling that Fu Yuqiu's adaptation was really painful, and said: "Is there any way to make him feel better?"

For some reason, the old patriarch coughed dryly, and his eyes drifted inexplicably: "Yes, yes, it is..."

Feng Yan: "What?"

The old patriarch faltered: "If you can pour the phoenix...spiritual power into the inner palace of the little highness, and sort out the spiritual power and soul for him, it will make him feel better, but..."

It's just that it might be overkill.

Feng Yan nodded her head: "Well, is there any more?"

The old patriarch choked, he thought Feng Yan would ask "just what".

Feng Yan casually said: "I groomed him last night, but he still feels hot when he wakes up today, is there any other way?"

Old patriarch: "..."

The Snow Deer Patriarch blushed, and he, who had always been prudent, said dryly at this moment: "Ah, combing...one, one night?"

Feng Hao doesn't know why.

Fu Yuqiu had already fallen asleep lying on Feng's palm, with her paws facing the sky, and her wings resting on Feng's curled fingers, her small movements were all obvious dependence.

The old patriarch lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing the embarrassment at this moment, he said in a low voice: "My lord, that, that is the soul-soul fellowship that only Taoist couples can do, that, that is... double cultivation."

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yang: "???"