Listening to the Phoenix

Feng Queci suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart.

This luck was so strong and real that the spiritual power around him rippled layer by layer due to his emotional fluctuations.

It was the biggest mood swing he could remember in the past 40 years.

But even he himself didn't understand why this luck came, it was just so natural and taken for granted.

Could it be that he had some trouble with himself?

And this appearance of him——is the childhood of that image.

In ancient times there was a mirror called Zhantian.You can glimpse the past and occupy the future.

It is now owned by Liuchen, the Daoist of Jiuchu.

An Xiaoyu once stayed with Feng Queci for a year in exchange for activating the sky mirror to divination Feng Queci's past.

In the sky mirror, a silhouette appeared.

The purple clothes are cold, the eyebrows are cold, independent and elegant.

Feng Que lowered his eyes and thought.

That would make sense.

Thinking of this, Feng Que Ci no longer hesitated.He took a step forward and directly picked up the boy.

The young man's purple clothes slid along with his movements, and the white hair bound by a red ribbon spread out. The white hair fell, and the red ribbon fluttered to the ground.

This white hair is extremely long and smooth, carrying an endless coolness.

But this white hair is not gray and dull after getting too old, but the kind of snowy hair like frost and snow, which is really beautiful, but it should not be the hair color that a normal teenager should have.

This kind of color reminds people of the white snow on the top of the snow mountain that never melts all year round.

Cold and pure.

Feng Queci suddenly laughed at himself.

How can a boy who can be located in Changyuan, sleep in a mysterious ice coffin for thousands of years, and be protected by Qingmo Xianjun obsessively, be a normal boy.

But there is a very strong disobedience and distress in my heart...

Slightly stunned, Feng Queci bent down, picked up the red hair band, wrapped it around the wrist of his other hand, and turned around with the boy in his arms.

Only now did the disciples of Jiuchu and Linghu Ruoze see the boy's appearance clearly.

Purple clothes and white hair, eyebrows and eyes are so cold that they are not humane but have a peaceful expression, skin is delicate but slightly pale and bloodless.

In terms of facial features alone, they are already amazing to the extreme.

Although he is only eleven or twelve years old, and his eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully grown, it can be seen that when this extremely delicate-looking boy grows up, he will definitely not be inferior to Feng Queci, who is now number one on the beauty list.

An Xiaoyu was startled - it was the mirror image...

The so-called beauty list is a list promoted by Danyan Sect, one of the seven sects.

As the name suggests, the list does not care about cultivation, family, sect, gender, but only looks and temperament. Therefore, there are both men and women on the list of beauties, there are monks and ordinary people, and there are some casual cultivators. It is a recognized list.

And Feng Que Ci...is the number one today.

Involuntarily, a strange idea popped up in the mind of the ninth disciple, and then he restrained himself quickly.

They all felt a little sorry.

It's a pity...it's death——

Eh? ! !

In shock, Linghu Ruoze lost his voice: "Is he still alive?"

Before Feng Queci could respond, An Xiaoyu had already stepped on Linghu Ruoze silently: Can you speak?

Linghu Ruoze was in pain, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Feng Queci's glance, and immediately kept silent.

Isn't it because he was too surprised?

Jun Xi asked a question: "First seat, the person in the ice coffin... is alive?" He was stunned for a while when he said the words.

"That's not right..."

"You may not know that Wanzai Xuanbing has special effects to save the life of the dying person and freeze his time at the moment he enters the ice coffin," An Xiaoyu said.

"So, he's alive."

"But it's even more doubtful that it can last for tens of thousands of years..." an abrupt voice said.

In the next breath, thousands of ice swords emerged from the ice wall, blood splashed instantly, and a bloody corpse fell in front of a disciple of Qinglian.

That Qinglian disciple was Wen Qing. She bent down and stretched out her slender fingers towards Shang's still warm body.

The disciples around him took a few steps back silently, and looked up at the wall: Well, this ice is pretty nice.

After a few breaths, the corpse on the ground was dismantled into several pieces and fell on the ground. Wen Qing took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, wiped his fingers carefully and threw the handkerchief on the corpse, and waited for the corpse to dissolve. Because of the blood, she resigned to Feng Que: "President, you chopped it too thoroughly. The disciples can only tell that he is at the Nascent Soul level, specializing in concealment techniques, with the spiritual roots of the three elements of Feng Shui and Earth, and his age is over 700."

No matter how badly you chop it up, it's not as good as being cut up by you.All the disciples were silent.

"It's not me." Feng Que resigned.

"Uncle Master, besides you, he is the only one who can kill Zhenjun Yuanying with one move, and he doesn't practice swords." Wen Qing pointed to Linghu Ruoze and said.

Well-founded and well-organized, if it weren't for the fact that Feng Que Ci was not made by me, I would have believed it.

But if others don't know, how can he not know.

He really didn't make a move, "It's not me."

At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the ice cave: "Aci..."

This voice is clear and soft, the tone is like the cleanest snow, and like the softest wind, like the mellow wine buried deep in the ground, it is intoxicating to listen to, and it sounds extremely pleasing to the ear.

Drawn by an unknown feeling, Feng Queci subconsciously looked down at the boy in his arms.

The young man's lips parted slightly, as if he murmured inadvertently.The long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and the next moment, he opened his eyes.

Feng Queci unconsciously held his breath.

After hearing this strange voice, An Xiaoyu looked at Feng Queci, followed his slightly shocked eyes to look at the young man, and happened to meet the young man's opened eyes.

The extremely pure black eyes are like a bottomless abyss, the depth and emptiness make people feel small, and it is extremely inconsistent with the innocence of a child, but this innocence is completely captured The indifference and arrogance in his eyes was suppressed.

No matter how beautiful and shockingly beautiful those eyes are—

This is definitely not the look a teenager should have!

If it is said that the young man who hadn't woken up before was exquisite and handsome, and only gave people a sense of cleanliness and tranquility, then the young man now is like the ten thousand years of black ice around him, with a chill that pierces his bones.

The red lotuses all over the ground suddenly turned into strands of flames and flew towards the young man, finally forming a bright red bracelet with red lotus hollows on the young man's left wrist.

Only then did the disciples realize that the red lotus was actually a flame.

But think about it, there is no water here——

Then, why no one questioned it just now!

No one suggested that the red lotus was for fire.

The ninth disciples all had a bad expression on their faces.

Their minds were affected, but they didn't realize it at all!

An Xiaoyu finally understood where the disobedience and disgust came from.

Feng Que stretched out his hand, intending to take off the bracelet on the young man's wrist.

The soaring sword intent suddenly erupted from the young man's body, it was awe-inspiring and icy cold, and smashed the surrounding black ice in an instant!

Linghu Ruoze was just about to protect the disciple of the ninth beginning, but suddenly realized that the sword intent seemed to have its own consciousness, bypassing the disciple of the ninth beginning.

His pupils unconsciously turned into vertical pupils of beasts.

Such control...

The ice layer was cracked layer by layer, and after the last impact, the black rocks were shattered, and the entire cave was wiped out within a few breaths.

And the instigator of all this closed his eyes safely, and when he opened them again after the sword intent dissipated, the indifference in his eyes slowly dissipated. Although there was still aloofness lingering between his brows and eyes, he didn't look so heartless and detached from everything.

Although the boy looked weak and harmless, anyone who witnessed the scene just now would never treat him as an ordinary boy again.

Killing Zhenjun Nascent Soul with one blow, and shattering the Mysterious Ice of Ten Thousand Years with one blow, is this something an ordinary boy can do?

Everyone in the comprehension world knows that what is as famous as Wanzai Xuanbing's effect is its hardness.

It cannot be touched unless it is transformed into a god, and it cannot be crushed unless it is Mahayana.

But this boy smashed such a large piece of Myriad Ice so easily...

Unfathomable.

The young man glanced around, then closed his eyes tiredly, "Here..." His voice suddenly changed, becoming a kind of elegant voice, "Is it Chang Yuan?"

After staring at him for a while, Feng Que said, "The place where the last battle of the catastrophe took place."

The voice is deep and pleasant, with a faint hint of rebellion.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at Feng Queci, as if he had just realized that he was being held in someone's arms, but also as if he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, his eyes were full of uncertainty, shattering all the time. Since the calm, "You..."

Because he was too shocked, his voice returned to the original clear and soft tone like a wine intoxicating.

After a while, he directly reached out and grabbed a piece of bright red jade hanging from Feng Queci's waist.

Feng Queci stopped for a while at this moment, allowing the young man to grab the half of jade that never left his body.

Thin fingers deftly untied the complicated knots, then raised it to his eyes, and found a line of small characters engraved on the inner side of the jade.

Engraved in divine script: Phoenix Yuque stops heart speech.

Feeling relieved, the young man sighed, "A Ci, long time no see." He bowed his head, and naturally tied the red jade back to its original place.

Soon, he heard a suspicious voice, "You know me?"

The boy froze.

The time was silent, no one made a sound, even Linghu Ruoze changed back into a white fox and jumped on An Xiaoyu's shoulder to watch the play.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's voice became an elegant voice again.

It was only then that everyone realized that the young man's tone was a bit strange, following a special melody, as if singing a tune, relaxing and concentrating.

"My hair color is not naturally white."

"Actually, it's fine if you forget, it's much better this way."

"A Ci...I..."

"It's better if you forget, just let it be."

The voice weakened, and the boy's eyes slowly closed again.

Breathing gradually stabilized, and the cool breath sprayed on Feng Queci's neck.

——The knot on that half of Yujue has never been untied by anyone except him.

This is the prohibition he personally imposed back then.

Feng Queci only felt some pain in his heart, and felt a weight on his shoulders.

Looking down, the boy has fallen into a deep sleep again.

The pain in my heart slowly dissipated, and unknown emotions resurfaced in my heart again.

just like……

The strange and comforting emotion he had felt the first time he saw his peaceful face in sleep.

With both arms tightened, Feng Que suddenly buried his head in the boy's neck.

The tip of the nose has a faint smell of ice and snow, clean and pure, just like this boy.

His action stunned all the disciples in an instant, and also frightened all the living beings present except him.

The row of stone sculptures that appeared in one breath was very spectacular, even An Xiaoyu was an exception.

A certain string in my mind snapped with a "snap".

Many years later, after Feng Queci recalled everything, he found out.

that emotion...

The soul left behind from him, no matter from ancient times to the present, has not changed.

My greatest wish is to be with you without worry.

Feng Queci felt... very comfortable.

very familiar.

The author has something to say:

Jue (two tones of jue), the two pieces of jade put together are a keepsake

Repaired on May 2018.6.25, [-]