Did the Palace Master break up with his Taoist companion today?

Feng Nie put away the volumes and put them back on the bookshelf.

Looking back, he saw that there was no daylight in the narrow aisle, only the flickering light of the flickering candles in the distance, and he realized that he had stayed in the bookstore until dark without knowing it.

The moon and stars are sparse on the dome of the attic, and the sound of flipping books that surrounds my ears has long since disappeared.

Subconsciously, he stepped lightly and walked out.

Beside the low table, Lu Mingyao still hadn't left, but sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating and entering a resting state.

There were more than a dozen sandy brown cakes in the red and black food box on the table, but they were all eaten up.

Including the one he dismissed after only taking a small bite.

Feng Nie stared at the empty food box, thinking of the possible final destination of that piece of cake, her lips were pursed tightly, her ears were slightly red, and her eyes were extremely complicated.

The elders of the clan have been telling them the importance of the contract of the Phoenix clan since they were young. Because it is a spiritual contract entwined in the flesh and blood, many things will become out of control.He has always sneered at this, because in his cognition, if it is not for souls that attract each other, how could it be possible to have dependence and special emotions just by contract?

Later, he saw with his own eyes that a pair of phoenixes who were originally respectful to each other had a lingering and inseparable love in just a few years.

He began to doubt, but still did not believe.

"Son, your suspicion is correct." The elder of the clan said, "They are a special case after all. The compatibility between souls is already very high, and the spirit deed is just adding fuel to the flames."

In fact, the Phoenix Clan contract is not as simple as Bai Songhe said.

"This spiritual contract is indeed magical. After people who love each other or are destined to form a bond, their relationship will become deeper and deeper. But if they form a contract with someone who does not love each other or whose souls do not match, they will become a pair of bitter couples. There is no way to get rid of the contract. The limitation of not being able to achieve harmony with the soul of the partner, this pain is a thousand times more difficult than being sick from longing."

"So for the Feng Clan, everything can be done as they please, but the matter of forming a contract needs to be thought twice."

To be honest, after the bond was formed, Feng Nie originally thought that he would suffer from the latter.

But he never thought that what he was facing now was a situation where he would feel a strange sense of satisfaction after seeing Lu Mingyao eat the cake he had tasted.

Coupled with the experience of more than a month, even if he doesn't want to, he must face up to the fact that Lu Mingyao's primordial soul happens to have a very high degree of compatibility with him.

What is it like to have a very high degree of compatibility with the soul?

Feng Nie stared at the man in the snow-clothed black hair in front of him, his eyes were deep and unpredictable.

Probably because Ming Ming was touched by his breath inadvertently and arrogantly on that day, but not only did he not feel disgusted, but also felt a little nostalgic.

But how is it possible?Why is it Lu Mingyao?

He hated the immortal way so much that he would be so resentful when he thought about it, but now he had to work hard to control himself, and he must not fall in love with this person from the upper immortal world in front of him.

The whole thing was so mysterious that it gave him a headache.

While lowering his head, Feng Nie accidentally saw a cup of tea beside the food box.

According to the time, it should have been soaked for a long time, but it was preserved by people with spiritual power. Looking closely, you can still see the steam rising from the water surface.

Feng Nie took a look at Lu Mingyao, and sat down on the other side of the table facing him.

His eyes fell on the tea, and when he reached out to hold the warm purple sand cup, his thoughts drifted back to a few hours ago.

After Qiu Tianmin left to bring tea to Lu Mingyao, Feng Nie couldn't stand Lu Mingyao's urging, so she reluctantly walked up to him and accepted his offer of sharing the food.

Who knows that Ao Mingyue is a little girl who thinks a lot. Before delivering the cake, she probably guessed that he would be with Lu Mingyao, or thought that he would deliberately snatch her away for Lu Mingyao just to make trouble like before. They secretly put the most hated ingredients of the Feng clan into the pancakes.

Seeing that his face turned bitter green, Lu Mingyao even laughed out loud: "This will improve your memory, don't offend anyone else and don't offend the little girl."

Feng Nie threw the leftover cake aside with a blushing face, trying to find something to rinse her mouth with: "It was you who caused the rotten peach blossoms."

Lu Mingyao pretended to be sad and said: "Maybe I am really outstanding. I have had many suitors since I was a child. I am actually very distressed."

Feng Nie really wanted the people outside to see what their seemingly indifferent Palace Master looked like when he was conceited.

Lu Mingyao smiled at him, picked up the scroll on the table, and walked to the depths of the bookshelf while saying leisurely: "Tianmin will bring the tea soon, the Tailing flower tea tastes very good, I will definitely drink it." Wash away the disgusting taste in your mouth."

As soon as he said this, Qiu Tianmin came in, and there was only one cup of tea on the serving tray.

Qiu Tianmin said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Palace Master, Tailing scented tea is different from other teas. All the processes are estimated according to the quantity. I can't make an extra cup."

Lu Mingyao was very generous: "It's okay, let the wind nirvana."

Qiu Tianmin didn't say anything, after putting the plate on the table, he brought it to Feng Nie himself.

When Feng Nie was about to pick it up, the teacup in Qiu Tianmin's hand didn't hold it firmly, brushed against his hand slightly, fell to the ground and splashed all over the place, splashing the hem of his clothes.

"I'm sorry." The expression on the face and tone of the man in the bamboo green robe was very gentle, "This Tailinghua is more spiritual and has its own thoughts."

As he spoke, he smiled softly, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear: "Maybe it thinks that miscellaneous people are not worthy of drinking the tea specially provided by the Palace Master."

Feng Nie raised her eyes, her already cold eyes remained unchanged, as if she was looking at a dead object.

The brief silence and stiff atmosphere clearly differentiated the positions of the two.

When Lu Mingyao came out, he saw the teacup at Feng Nie's feet, and after a moment of silence, he said to Qiu Tianmin: "Forget it, anyway, I don't really want to drink today, so go get busy first."

After Qiu Tianmin left, Feng Nie sneered and said to Lu Mingyao: "Your people are indeed all towards you." He didn't tell him what Qiu Tianmin had said to him.

Lu Mingyao nodded and agreed: "Yes, they are facing me, and I am facing you."

Feng Nie didn't take this sentence seriously at the time, she just thought it was his casual teasing again.

The tea that was kept warm by someone could be identified as the smell of the bell flower only by the aroma.

He held the teacup in a daze, and the meditating person with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and his gentle gaze fell on him.

The temperature of the teacup suddenly became a little hot, and before he could withdraw his hand, Lu Mingyao said, "Drink it, it's for you."

Feng Nie replied with a cold face: "No need." The bitterness in his mouth has almost dissipated.

Hearing this, Lu Mingyao looked regretful: "I really don't want it? I usually don't like to make bubbles because I don't think it's troublesome. It's rare that I messed with you for a long time. If you don't want it, I'll drink it myself."

After saying that, before he even made a move, the hand on the opposite side, which had already been withdrawn, suddenly picked up the teacup again.

Feng Nie's complexion seemed to be getting darker, but he still drank the tea in one gulp, looking particularly reluctant.

Lu Mingyao bent his eyes and said, "Good tea should be tasted slowly."

Feng Nie stared at him without saying a word, as if he would turn his face if he dared to say a few more words.

Lu Mingyao stopped teasing him, and after a long time of contemplation, he suddenly asked him seriously: "Feng Nie, do you really want to touch me?"

As soon as the words fell, the man in white at the table stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and replied, "No, not in this life."

After finishing speaking, he left angrily, leaving Lu Mingyao, who was laughing out loud, sitting alone in the bookstore.

He thought to himself, this is probably another reason why he felt at ease every time he came into contact with Feng Nie.Feng Nie's aversion to the Immortal Dao is very clear, this kind of clarity let him know that even if the two of them are bound to the Heavenly Deed, he will not use this relationship to have any entanglements with him.

Because of this, he was able to relax and tease him.

On the other side, Bai Fengniao, who made Lu Mingyao very relieved, returned to Pingling Mountain sullenly, and nestled on his favorite plane tree to rest.

But as soon as he closes his eyes, the aura that has been in contact with him during the day and has been deeply imprinted on his senses will appear in the illusion like a nightmare.Even the touch and temperature of the skin contact was so real, and finally turned into that clear and soft voice that rang in his ears, teasing and asking a question that he had heard once in Zangshu Pavilion.

Shocked, Bai Fengniao opened his eyes as if facing a nightmare.

After a moment of silence, he raised his sharp claws and scratched the tree trunk a few times, as if venting his anger.

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At the court meeting in the Immortal Palace the next day, the Immortal Officials and Suzerains below clamored again and began to shirk responsibility from each other.

The Lower Immortal Realm is the most chaotic realm, and the immortals and monks are mixed with good and bad, full of desires.Nowadays, because the spiritual energy in the fairy world is gradually thinning, many powerful or high-level practitioners are worried that they will not have time to soar before the spiritual energy is exhausted, and try every means to increase their cultivation base.

Snatching resources is nothing more than a trivial matter, the most inhumane thing is to use monks as furnaces to harvest supplements.This kind of thing has never been allowed by the Immortal Palace, but under the lax management system of the previous Palace Master, this dark industrial chain has become more and more rampant, and there are countless victims.

The people below have complained to Asgard Palace and asked them to help make decisions for a long time, but there has been no progress.

And the immortal officials and the major immortal sects who have been empowered are likely to be the ones who help cover it.If this matter is investigated in depth, many forces may be uprooted, which means that the outside world will usher in a major change.

Lu Mingyao had just expressed to them not long ago that he planned to manage the matter himself, and now everyone was in danger, worried that he would be beheaded if he became a suspect. In this tense atmosphere, even the court meeting became more and more discordant.

Lu Mingyao watched their quarrel with a calm face, and planned to wait for their quarrel to finish before speaking.

Bai Songhe next to him suddenly asked him: "Palace Master, Elder Qiu just came back, why did you let him go out again? What's more, all the troublesome and trifling matters are dealt with, so just leave it to the Dharma protectors below." After all, Qiu Tianmin is also a good helper staying in Asgard.

Lu Mingyao glanced at the people below, and his voice was rare and cold: "It's nothing."

"I just think he's been a little free in the palace recently, so it's good to go out and get busy."

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#This wave is called the palace master, he is playing with fire***#