The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

There is only this last bit of time left.

The little tiger thought to himself, instead of crying and crying, it would be better to live happily.

He barely cheered up, thought for a while, and began to change the subject.The little tiger grinned in a funny way, smiled at Feng Mu, and asked excitedly, "Master, do you know where this is... When I came to Liuyun Yexue before, I didn't seem to have been there before." this."

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the little tiger to ask him this. After a moment of silence, he replied flatly, "Here... I lived before."

The little tiger was a little surprised. He had been here with Fengmu for so long, but he never knew that Fengmu had lived here before.

The little tiger became interested, and asked Fengmu curiously, "Master, when did you live here?"

Fengmu knew that he couldn't correct the little tiger's obsession with the title of master, so he didn't care too much. A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he actually wore a rare smile in recent days.

"When I was very young... together with senior brother and master..."

"Master? Brother?"

As the sect master, Xianjun Feng Mu is the third sect master of the Chu Hua Sect and the longest serving sect master of the Chu Hua Sect.The little tiger remembered that when he was bored, he heard Bailu talk about the origin and development of the Chuhua School.

The first leader of the Chuhua School, named Jiushan Taoist, is recognized as the most powerful person among those who have attained the Tao throughout the ages. fame.

According to the literature of the Chuhua School that records the development history of the sect, Taoist Jiushan was in charge of the sect for 600 years. The crane fairy has gone and has not been seen so far.

There are rumors that he is dead, and there are also rumors that he has gone to pursue a higher way of heaven, and each person explains it one by one, but in the end no one knows where he went, including Xianjun Fengmu.

As for Immortal Wen Yu, he was the elder brother mentioned by Feng Mu. He had only been the head of the sect for 400 years, and then died in the battle of subduing the demons. After that, Feng Mu had to be the head of the sect for 800 years.

"Master, do you mean Taoist Nine Mountains and Immortal Wen Yu?"

Feng Mu nodded, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and his usually indifferent face became lively.

The little tiger was delighted to see a different kind of lively admiration from before, but also had a little bit of taste, so he couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions.

"Then where has Immortal Wen Yu gone now? Is he really dead..."

"Don't ask any more questions." Feng Mu's expression changed, and there seemed to be a flash of displeasure, obviously unwilling to speak again.

The atmosphere fell into the familiar embarrassing situation these days.

No one spoke.

The little tiger played with gauze wrapped around his fingers, unconsciously circling it around, as if tying a knot in his heart.

Why don't you allow me to ask Immortal Wen Yu?Why did your face change when I mentioned him?Why didn't you bring me here before?Are you really just an ordinary relationship between brothers and sisters?

The little tiger came down to the world, opened his love aperture, and tasted the taste of love for the first time, the four flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, salty, but he only tasted a little bit of sweetness, the rest was bitter, and now it is more sour.

The little tiger couldn't help imagining what it would be like for Xianjun Fengmu and that senior brother Xianjun Wenyu to be together.

At that time, the master must not be so indifferent like now, right?Will he show his senior brother a bright smile that he has never had before?Will he snuggle up to Immortal Wen Yu's side every day, and keep circling around him?

The little tiger felt that he was going crazy just thinking about it.He shook his head like a nightmare, desperately trying to divert his attention, Feng Mu seemed to have gone out, and he just kept circling in circles in the hall by himself.

Then he stared at the pile of never-opened books and paintings in the corner.

This is the place where the owner once lived, presumably these paintings and calligraphy are all left by him.

The little tiger casually flipped through the pages, but a piece of silk fell out of a book. He couldn't read, so he wanted to take it back and let Bai Lu show it to him.The little tiger couldn't understand the book, so he casually opened another painting, but this time he was a little dazed, and stayed there for a long time before moving his eyes.

This is a figure painting. The person in the painting is dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a fairy air, with a rare smile on his face, playing the piano.

It's Fengmu.

Beside him is a tall and handsome young man in light blue clothes, his clothes fluttering and dancing in the wind, the smile on his face is more obvious than that of Feng Mu, he put his hand to his lips, holding Green and clear Xiao.

One of them is playing the piano and the other is blowing the flute. Both of them have the appearance of immortals. They are elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Pleasant to the eye.

Appreciation is the heart of others, and what pleases the eyes of others has nothing to do with the little tiger.

With a pale face, the little tiger turned over all the other paintings and calligraphy in disbelief, and the main character in them was only one person—Feng Mu.

In other paintings, Fengmu either stands or sits, or plays the piano quietly, or dances a sword vividly. The other person that the little tiger sees sometimes appears in the painting, and sometimes only half of his clothes are exposed, which is hard to find. figure.

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The little tiger suddenly lost all strength, and the half-rolled painting in his hand fell to the ground and spread out into a whole sheet. He staggered backwards, as if he was about to fall, but someone held his shoulders again .

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Mu behind him was very close to him, almost close to his ear, like a lover's whisper, but the content was a cold question.