Listening to the Phoenix

Under the mountain, a group of children and teenagers were standing accompanied by their families. There was a monk in elegant clothes, and the jade stone in his hand, which was initially tested for spiritual roots, was shining.

Ancient trees that have grown for thousands of years are planted all over the mountain peaks, but from a distance, the mountain appears a dark green or even dark green.

Among them, under the shade of the crowd, a series of simple and old stone stairs extend from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

These stone stairs are extremely steep and narrow, and can only be used by an adult to walk alone.Not to mention that the stone ladder does not lead straight to the top of the mountain, but winds around these thousand-year-old trees.

Therefore, some children present couldn't help shrinking and grabbed the hands of the family members around them.

The Jindan Daoist who came to the Nine Beginning Sect for the initial screening had no waves in his eyes, and smiled gently: "This road is called Koxin Road. It lasts for three hours, and those who can walk to the peak can enter my Ninth Beginning." Zong."

After saying that, he stepped aside, his eyes swept over the children accompanied by their families, and some unknown emotions flashed past.

In the past, Uncle Liuchen, whose father was the elder of Qingxiao Peak, stood alone at the foot of the mountain, climbing up the stairs step by step.

Such a talent, such a background, and no family to accompany her, let alone fear of this heart-breaking journey.

Now, these children are so uneasy just facing a somewhat dark environment.

Really... bad.

It should be known that the road of cultivating the Tao has always been walked alone.

Knowing how to be self-reliant is the most basic condition for becoming an overhaul.

A self-reliant monk does not necessarily become a major cultivator, but a monk who becomes a major cultivator must become self-reliant.

Relying on parents and elders is destined not to go too far.

—But what does it matter to him?

Daoist Jindan let out a dark sigh, stroked his sleeves and left.

After he left, the hem of the purple clothes swayed with the master's steps, and Lingyinzui walked onto the stone road.

Immediately after, another teenager who was alone walked up another stone road.

After that, children and teenagers were persuaded by their families to walk on the stone road one after another.In contrast, the remaining teenagers who accounted for the vast majority and were alone without their family members walked up early.

Sitting in the palace on the top of the peak, looking at the picture of the foot of the peak in the water mirror, displeasure flashed in the eyes of the monk.

"Mortals spoil their children too much."

After a moment of silence, the most eye-catching monk in black, Shangjun in ink, changed the perspective of the water mirror in front of him, and saw a young man in purple walking on the stone road without any haste, without a single pause.

Seeing this, a lord who had just returned to Jiuchu let out a light sigh.

"He didn't stop at all?"

The Way of Knocking the Heart, originally the way of questioning the original mind, is a method that all the seven major sects have and is used to test the disciples who enter the sect.

Among these several heart-stopping ways, the most distinctive one in the early nine.

More than half of the deduction roads have been set up with many illusions, which are used to hone the original mind.

It should be noted that the remaining six sects only have one or two large illusions in total.After all, it is only for the selection of disciples, not the selection of inner disciples.

Moreover, these illusions at the beginning of the ninth century vary from person to person, even real people and real emperors can hone them.

However, this was once ridiculed by a major cultivator of the devil's way.

"Even Huashen Shangjun can gain experience, so we don't have to worry about the mental collapse of those children who haven't even reached the level of Qi refining. It's unnecessary!"

In today's primary world, although the two ways of immortals and demons seem to be balanced, they are also constantly arguing because of their opposite ways, and they look down on each other.

In the magic way, the Jiuchu Sect is more gentle with the magic cultivators within the Nine Sects, and Xingchenlou will not show a cold face, all other sects are completely cold-faced.

It's no wonder that the master of the magic way would sneer.

According to records, in the past, Han Wang Shangjun walked the heart-stopping journey without stopping.

It seems that this is the rhythm of another one?

That Shangjun looked at the purple-clothed boy in the water mirror with great interest.

In the past, Lord Han Wang was able to complete his heart-warming journey without any hindrance, because he was brought into the ignorant world at the beginning of the ninth century since he was a child, and his heart was clean and pure.

This boy...

At this time, the purple-clothed boy in the water mirror raised his eyes and looked straight at this direction, his eyes were so dull that there was no ripple.

Shangjun let out a soft "Huh", which attracted An Wangyi's sideways glance.

"Did he notice it?"

An Wangyi: "It's not because your eyes are too hot."

Walking on the quiet heart-warming road, listening to the drunken footsteps are steady.

Suddenly he raised his eyes, looked at one place, then lowered his eyes, and calmly walked his own way.

Familiar and strange feeling...

Or should I say...

How long has he been walking?

Ling Yinzui calculated silently, and then became more silent in his heart.

Bluntly shifted his thoughts.

heart-stopping...

It's been a long time, and I haven't walked by.

——"This heart-stopping journey is actually not long. The young man only took half an hour to walk. The reason why the period is three hours is because it takes time to get out of the illusion."

Thinking of what Feng Que Ci said to him in the morning, Ting Yin Zui couldn't help being speechless.

He didn't know that Ah Ci was so worried about him.

Feeling helpless in his heart, Lingyinzui thought while walking.

His current mood changes are really too big, and it is common for hundreds of thousands of years to have no fluctuations.

Because of Ah Ci?

Can……

It wasn't like this before.

His footsteps didn't stop, and he didn't know that he was lost in thought just by looking at his expression.

Sitting in the hall, Feng Queci saw his distraction from his quick and slightly bent fingers, and suddenly a smile came from his heart, so he obeyed the pursed lips of his heart, and it disappeared in a flash.

Da Xiu, who had just spoken, was one of the few people who happened to see this smile, and his eyes were instantly horrified and amazed.

"Han Wang, this boy..."

He probed Feng Que's tone of voice.

"My junior brother." Feng Que resigned.

"..." Tang Xiao.

When did Han Wang show up with a junior? ! !

That boy turned out to be Han Wang's younger brother!

Where did Han Wang come from?

no--

Didn't he even have a teacher? !

Could it be that there are actually some, but they don't know it?Or is it dead?

Fraud?

Feng Queci looked at his terrified expression, lifted his thin lips, and said without caring that it was one of the three elders of Liuxia Peak, "Stupid."

The majestic lord, actually would-- don't even mention it!

"..." Tang Xiao.

Cang Yue looked at the two people indifferently, and transferred the other water mirrors except the water mirror in front of Feng Queci to other teenagers.

The one in front of him was the young man in Tsing Yi who walked into the heart-stopping road after listening to the drunkenness.

The young man was wearing delicate clothes of cyan color of Tianshui, with a blue jade ring around his waist, and clean eyebrows and eyes. He belonged to the kind of facial features that are not outstanding when viewed separately, but when combined, they give people a very comfortable appearance.

When his eyes looked down at the ancient tree, there was a kind of natural tenderness and pity, which made those eyes particularly eye-catching.

If An Xiaoyu's gentleness is like the sea, like the moon, like the wind, tolerant and stretching, then this young man is like the gentleness of a compassionate fairy towards the world.

One makes people can't help but get close, and the other makes people feel ashamed and dare not approach.

An Xiaoyu, who had just walked into the hall, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in the water mirror with doubts in his eyes.

"Yu'er, do you know him?" An Heyi, who came with him, asked An Xiaoyu softly.

Cang generation monks: Eldest Brother has left Qingjing Peak? ! !

The real and true king of the first generation: Uncle Cangtan actually came to Kouxin Peak?

"No, it's just that his aura is a little familiar, but I shouldn't forget such a person." An Xiaoyu herself was also a little puzzled, but she still kept it a little secret.

In his previous life, he had a friend who was obsessed with medicine, and that kind of obsession with medicine could be called fanaticism!

But it is undeniable that his talent in pharmacology is indeed amazing.

But if it weren't for him delivering meals to that friend every day, that friend would have starved to death [-] times!

When he came to this world after his accidental death, he also thought about whether that friend would starve himself to death because of his obsession with medicine.

But he never thought that today he saw a boy who was no different from that friend.

Whether it is appearance or temperament.

Like, too much.It was very much like his fantasy of his friend when he was a child.

But in this world, can there really be two people who are so similar?

He would rather believe that this is his friend.

Anyway, this is a world of cultivating immortals, full of wonders.

What's more, he wears them all, why can't his friends wear them?

"Maybe you saw it when you went out to practice before, and he just concealed his appearance."

An Heyi said, his eyebrows and eyes were so gentle that the rest of the monks couldn't recover from the shock and felt a burst of helplessness.

Even if you can see what your child is hiding, you are still so gentle. Isn't it too pampering? !

In the silence, An Xiaoyu still didn't want to hide it from An Heyi.

"Father, he is very suitable for medical training." An Xiaoyu looked at the boy and said.

"Why didn't the medical practitioner go to Medicine Valley?" You Daxiu asked.

An Heyi glanced over immediately, and his voice was cold: "Could it be that we can't practice medicine at the beginning of the ninth day?"

Overhaul: "..."

Senior brother, I am also your junior brother after all!Although they are not the same master, our masters are brothers!

There is no need to be so eccentric!

But these words are nothing more than daring to think in his heart, after all, he can't beat An Heyi.

At this moment, the boy in the water mirror stopped, then stood on tiptoe, picked a fruit from the tree, cleaned it carefully, put it into his mouth and ate it.

All major repairs: "..."

Feng Que Ci: Inexplicably familiar.

Cang Shu couldn't believe it: "How hungry is he? Which family's child is this? The elders treat the child so badly!"

Otherwise, how could any child be willing to eat the fruit that was born on the tree, and not be afraid of being poisoned to death!

An Xiaoyu stroked his forehead silently: "Father, I know who he is now."

"Tell me what to do?" An Heyi's eyes were puzzled.

"Um, it's nothing." An Xiaoyu said.

Except for Feng Que's resignation, the monks on the side couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Is it really okay to spoil a child so much? !

Well, it's really all right.

After all, it was taught by the elder brother himself, and with his heart, no matter how pampered he was, he would be pampered at best.

Being pampered is pampering, it's no big deal for the elder brother to only have one child.

Feng Queci rarely opened his mouth and said a lot of words to An Heyi: "Should I take care of the child like you? In this way, the child will be fine?"

An Heyi nodded seriously.

Cang Yue: "..."

Brother, don't...

Your method of educating children may make Han forget--the three views are deviated!

An Xiaoyu was too lazy to look at the three of them. Looking at the young man, he smiled inexplicably.

This kind of behavior of eating fruit indiscriminately outside——

It was him...

But how did he get here?

Died once?

In other words, he didn't come here after being starved to death by himself?

Even though he lives in the city, he is rich and technologically advanced, so he just needs to order a takeaway.

But I—I just thought he would have the ability to starve myself to death.

An hour later, there was the sound of slow footsteps.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who was picking fruit and eating it, walked into the hall slowly, his pupils seemed to be a little dilated.

After looking around the hall, he abruptly ignored the others, passed An Heyi, and walked towards An Xiaoyu.

Then, he stretched out his hand outrightly and naturally, with a bit of grievance in his voice.

"I'm hungry."

In the hall, there was a moment of silence.

Frightened by words.

An Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then took out a bigu pill and handed it to him.

The young man took it and put it in his mouth. After taking a breath, he frowned in disgust.

"It's unpalatable."

He looked up and looked at An Xiaoyu: "You made it, roast chicken."

"I won't do it." An Xiaoyu resisted the urge to cover the man's mouth.

There was a bit of confusion in the boy's eyes: "Didn't you do it?"

"No!" An Xiaoyu said, "I can't do it!"

The boy tilted his head, with the appearance of a somewhat tolerant child who made trouble out of no reason: "Okay, is there any fruit?"

"Yes." An Xiaoyu nodded, after the boy stretched out his hand.

The topic changed: "But you can't eat, you can't bear it."

You have cheated me so many times, I have to get some interest back!An Xiaoyu thought, without the half sympathy of his friend.

The boy thought about it, "Give it to me, it's better to be unbearable than starve to death."

Cut, do you think I don't know what you're thinking!

An Xiaoyu: "..."

He looked at An Heyi powerlessly: "Father, do you have anything to eat?"

Sure enough, this is what he looks like!

It doesn't matter how long it takes!

He knows it!

Then why did I still lose my mind——

An Heyi silently took out some fruits and handed them to the boy.

The boy's eyes lit up, and after saying "thank you", he gnawed on the fruit.

The speed is extremely fast, but the posture is also extremely elegant, pleasing to the eye.

Then, a sword intent with endless chill rushed directly into the hall.

Feng Queci, who had always been indifferent, stood up suddenly.

At the last step, Ling Yinzui fell into a hallucination.

The burning young man in red stood with a smile on his face, and behind him was the flame of Nirvana stretching across countless mountains and rivers.

Under his feet are piles of white bones.

Like a demon, like a god.

Fantasy transformation.

The young man in red stood on the cloud and lowered his eyes, deep in his long and narrow phoenix eyes was the indifference that belonged only to the gods.

A gorgeous and noble fire phoenix soars in the sky, its long tail feathers are full of flames.

Beautiful yet terrifying to the beholder.

Phoenix, the emperor of the feather clan, is beautiful and powerful.

The screen turns again.

The young man leaned under the Phoenix tree, and the red Phoenix flowers piled up around him, making his already gorgeous eyebrows even more beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, there is an indescribable charm.

The young man in red was sitting upright on Majesty Dan in the main hall. Under his feet were the clansmen who were kneeling on the ground. The phoenix imprint on his forehead was about to fly, as if it was about to leave his forehead and soar to the nine heavens in the next moment.

At this time, he is noble and unruly.

One picture after another flashed, and finally stopped at one scene.

The young man in red looked back and smiled in relief, the corners of the red clothes were burning with flames, his smile was bright, desolate, free and fearless, making everything become his background.

Violence flashed in the depths of Lingyin's drunk eyes, and an ice sword appeared in his hand.

Swing the sword and cut it down.

Straightforward and merciless.

The fantasy is broken.

Ling Yinzui let go, the ice sword dissipated into spiritual power, and his eyes returned to indifference.

Dare to peek into his memory and set up illusions to trap him.

really……

Want to die.

"Are you all right?"

"None." Lingyin said drunkenly, and followed Feng Queci into the main hall.

At a glance, I saw the boy who was eating the fruit.

Not for anything else, just for the sake of being a teenager, being different.

After eating the last fruit, the young man took out the handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, then looked at Lingyinzui.

There was a dazzling light in his eyes, obsessed with fanaticism.

"Can I visit you?"

The author has something to say:

This is the small theater from the last chapter

Cang Yue: ... I want to abdicate the Supreme Elder.

Qingxuan: For whom?

Cang Yue: Not sure.

Qingxuan: You must have a big picture, or be impulsive, be strong, be able to be recognized by everyone, be talented, be smart, be responsible, be not too kind, or be distorted inside, and be good-looking!

Cang Yue: ...

Repaired on May 2018.6.28, [-]