Listening to the Phoenix

Just as the voice drifted down, An Heyi's eyes shattered.In just a moment, it returned to its original state.

Shui Han: "Uncle Xuan Dan?"

Xuan Tan responded softly, staring at An Heyi with his eyes, "How is Shui Yi now?"

"Coma." An Heyi bowed his head and said.

Xuan Dan?Oh, the former master of Liuxia's lineage, the master of Shuiyu, the youngest of Xuanzi's generation... and the one who fell in love with the apprentice he raised with his own hands?

At the beginning, everyone in Jiuchuzong almost frightened.

Has Liuxia's lineage finally reduced to the point of self-produced and self-sold?

No, love will die after a few hundred years, right?

In the end, it ended...Xuan Dan fell, and Shui Yu let himself go.

"We discovered that formation by accident." Xuan Dan continued, "At that time, Shuiyi and I went to the secret realm together, but found traces of the demons. After investigating, we found that formation. We know that someone has bothered for our world. effort."

Rong Mingyao, who had just arrived outside the palace gate after receiving the message, was silent when she heard this sentence.

That formation, couldn't have been set up by Liu Chen back then, right?

...that was really a lot of effort.If it wasn't for preventing this small world from collapsing, Liuchen wouldn't have spent dozens of days to complete his spiritual power.

If it was not Yao, Liu Chen would not even need an hour.

"Zangxin Cangming, I have met all the uncles and uncles." Looking at the extremely abrupt child, Rong Mingyao's smile was as refreshing as ever, "I have met the uncle Xuandan."

Xuan Dan was surprised in his eyes, and then understood, he glanced at a row of disciples of the Shui family who were standing, "Even worse than the disciples of the Cang family, wait..."

"Master!" Tang Xiao suddenly interrupted him, "I have one more thing to do."

"Walk."

After Tang Xiao left, Xuan Dan said, "Shui Yi transformed that formation with her body."

An Heyi said, "Can master leave the original realm?"

so sensitive?Xuan Dan shook his head, "I can't."

An Heyi stretched out his hand, and his wide sleeve blocked his face.

That's why you didn't come to the devil world to pick me up in person?Instead, I asked...a friend for help?

That's why you...

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Hu He laughed lightly.

He wakes up for one year every 500 years, and the last time he woke up was when he was reincarnated and fell into the demon world and had an emotional breakdown.

If he hadn't woken up at that time, An Heyi would have suffered a lot, and it's hard to say whether his consciousness would completely dissipate and fall into the devil's way.

Now that I know why he didn't come to rescue An Heyi when he fell into the devil world, he finally feels better.

Boundless darkness enveloped him, and Xi He closed his eyes.

Soon, the next time he wakes up, it will be the end of everything.

An Heyi bit her lip desperately.

After Xuandan explained everything, he left.

The main pulse master and the acting pulse masters were left looking at each other.

Cang Yu, the owner of the Materia Medica vein, had a headache: "Master gave me the Materia Medica vein 20 years ago, it really was...with malicious intentions."

Look at how chaotic it is recently... He, a master of herbal medicine who should be the most leisurely, almost dealt with affairs and almost collapsed!

"Envy Han Wang..."

The master of Liuxia's lineage has always only held the final decision-making power, and only needs to decide whether this matter can be handled like this... It is simply enviable.

Rong Mingyao looked at Shui Jinse, "Have you made a plan yet?"

Shui Jinse: "It's almost the nearest. Now I really don't even have the thought to tidy up the Lan Palace." The tone was very regretful and tired.

Rong Mingyao looked at the desolate expressions of all the pulse masters and acting pulse masters except An Heyi who was hiding their faces, and said, "Actually, you can ask all the masters and uncles for help."

One of them sneered: "My master went to Liuxia Peak for retreat when he passed on the position of pulse master to me."

Rong Ming was speechless.

Another person said again: "My master has been ascended a long time ago... and ran into the sect's secret realm."

An Heyi interrupted their complaints in a cold voice: "Divide the affairs in your hands and pile them up with the uncles."

"Is something wrong?"

"Since the demons are coming, wouldn't it be too cheap for them if we don't prepare some big gifts for them?" An Heyi smiled as warmly and brightly as peach blossoms.

My... Dao Ancestor, what provoked the senior brother? !

A long time ago, there was such a person.Gentle and peaceful, amiable to everyone.No one would hate such a person.Because that person is so close to the heart.

Hateful, ruined by another person's hands.

I hate it even more, that other person is so bad that everyone is angry.

After listening to the above description, the drunk face is expressionless.

Feng Que's smile remained unchanged.

"There is no such perfect person in the world." Mo Shanglian said disdainfully.

"Hehe." Lingyin said drunkenly.

Mo Shanglian was puzzled.

"It's a pity." Lingyinzui didn't say anything more.

Xi He was actually very gentle at the beginning, but Liu Chen was a bit dull and withdrawn and much colder.

Looking at it now, it was An Xiaoyu who looked like the old Yu He, and An Heyi who looked like the old Liu Chen.

Also - chaos.

"Ah Ling, are you a bit lazy to think about Liuchen?" Feng Que's words were at the end of his words, and Feng Que's eyes were unpredictable.

He said he cared about Liuchen, but why did he feel that Ah Ling never thought deeply about Liuchen when he looked left and right?

An Heyi... He He... An Xiaoyu... Liu Chen.

It's really interesting.

Listening drunk and turning his eyes to look at him.

Feng Que laughed impeccably.

Ugly!

Feng Queci read the two big characters of "dislike" from the drunken eyes of Lingyin.

Mo Shanglian couldn't bear to look directly at these two, "Brother, what the hell is he doing?"

"Then Shanglian knows, so don't be unable to control yourself." Feng Queci said crisply.

Liuchen's own troubles are dealt with by himself, and he and... fighting with Liuchen, involving Ah Ling has already made him very upset.

God...huh!

"A word."

Feng Que's phoenix eyes slanted, "Ah Ling, this is Liu Chen's recognized younger brother, he has the right to know these things, doesn't he?"

Drunk listening: "It's about Liuchen."

Feng Que said: "Just allow him to mess around? Let us watch him die? He is too selfish!"

Drunken listening: "Liu Chen——"

Feng Que put his index finger against Ling Yin's drunken lips, and said, "A Ling, let's talk about our affairs after you think about it."

Then he raised his hand and dropped several barriers in succession.

"I..." Lingyin felt a little helpless when he was drunk, but his eyes suddenly became serious, "Hehe."

After a while, there was an ethereal voice, as if it came from nine days away, without any support: "Yinzui."

"A Ci wants to tell Shang Lian about Liu Chen."

"Tell and tell."

"Will Liu Chen notice it?"

A chuckle sounded, and the voice said slowly: "Yin Zui thinks, why did An Xiaoyu appear?"

"What did you do?"

"Those are Liuchen's three souls." He He said with a smile in his voice, "Now we can only follow his plan."

"Hehe, I don't understand."

"Yin Zui, you value Feng Que Ci too much."

"How." The unshakable words fell, and there was no turning back.

"Yin Zui, even if you realize that your emotions are impure, you can't do it, can you?" He He said softly, just like the time before the world was opened up a long time ago.

"Feng Que Ci has long been integrated into your flesh and blood and penetrated into your life. You have long, fallen in love with him."

"I know."

"Then what are you still hesitating about?"

"I think...dirty."

"Think about it." A soft sigh.

"Yin Zui, have you ever thought about it, you are actually doing the Phoenix Emperor an injustice by doing this."

"If it wasn't for him being Feng Que Ci, the Phoenix Emperor who loves you deeply, do you think you would be in this situation?"

"Liu Chen?"

"Yin Zui, don't go on like this."

"Aci, was born under the heaven."

"Are you worried that he will be controlled by Heaven?"

"Hey, gods are high above, people are like ants, but human love is really—"

"Seven min!"

"Qi-min is dead."

"Yin Zui." He took a soft breath, "Can't you compromise?"

"Ah."

The voice dissipated: "Next, trouble Yinzui."

"An Xiaoyu has been replaced."

He still needs to talk to Xi He about this matter.

"This is not."

Listening to Zui's eyebrows moved slightly, "Okay."

Just assume that An Xiaoyu didn't change?also good.

"Ah Ling."

Mo Shanglian looked sullen.

"The time has passed."

"Brother is not wrong either." Mo Shanglian said sullenly.

"It was he who raised you to adulthood back then." Ling Yinzui said bluntly.

"What did you say!"

"The Taoist you have been looking for was transformed by Liuchen."

Mo Shanglian's eyes were red, and her figure disappeared in an instant.

"Why bother him."

"I want to understand something."

"So don't hide it?"

"The spirit weapon worn by Shang Lian at that time had the aura and technique of Liuchen." Lingyin said drunkly, "My memory was erased by heaven, and Liuchen once gave me the spirit weapon."

"I don't think I've seen the Liuchen Refiner yet."

"He may be one of the so-called Almighty."

"To be omnipotent is in a way to be omnipotent."

"Liuchen has too much time."

Since the pioneering of the prehistoric times, I don't know how many Huiyuan have existed.Not to mention, the long years in the chaos before the flood was opened up.

The Dao is three thousand, in fact, the three thousand Chaos gods and demons had a good relationship before Pan Gu decided to open up Chaos.Except for one or two who are really withdrawn, the other guys still drop by now and then.

"Didn't you erase your memory?"

"Yes." Lingyinzui took off the hair tie, "He described it to me."

"Where is Taoist Hongjun?"

Drunk listening: "We were once considered twin brothers."

Lingyinzui didn't notice, why did Feng Queci know that Hongjun was once one of the three thousand Chaos gods and demons.

Even Sanqing didn't know about this.

"Not like."

"The same purple clothes, the same indifference, the same indifference, the same reticence, and the same tolerance." A silhouette was blurred.

"How do you say it doesn't look like it?" The young man with a little ink orchid between his brows showed a smile.

"Liuchen." Feng Queci's eyes turned cold when he revealed the identity of the visitor.

Liuchen smiled wryly, "Yinzui, what else have you paid for besides memory?"

"Divine soul."

"You are so foolish!" Liu Chen immediately scolded.

"Not as good as you." The words Qianqian made Liuchen speechless.

"Sound drunk..."

Holding Feng Queci's hand, Ling Yinzui took Feng Queci to tear apart the space and left.

There was only one silhouette standing alone.

"Ah Ling, do you want to say something?" Feng Que asked after being drunk for Lingyin.

"Hehe is the way of heaven, I am helping him."

"Then?"

"He didn't want Liuchen to die completely. At that time, Liuchen was ashamed of leaving a trace of his soul to accompany me, so he came to me and offered me to help him at the price of turning back time."

"You're lying to Liuchen!" Feng Queci finally realized what was wrong before.

Listening to drunk look unchanged.

"Ah Ling! Do you know what you are doing!"

"very clear."

"You are violating your principles!"

"It doesn't matter."

"Who needs you to do this! Do you remember what I said to you!" Feng Queci's heart was full of distressed anger, almost burning him to death.

"Selfish."

Feng Que was at a loss for words.

Drunk listening: "There is a story, do you want to hear it?"

Feng is a very good person, just like "Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world".

He has a younger brother, Lan.

Back in the middle school, when Houqin rode across the capital as a Tanhua, he caught a glimpse, and those eyes touched the hearts of many people.

Since then, there has been an endless stream of matchmakers, almost breaking the threshold.It's a pity that the goddess has no intention of supporting the king.No one answered.

Fast-forward ten years, and Tanhua was Zaifu in the past.

Lan once went out, and as soon as he came back, he stepped into the house, washed up quickly, and then went to see his brother.

But saw a nightmare scene.

His closest brother since he was a child, the brother who was the best to him, the brother who always smiled gently, had many scars on his body.

He went crazy.

When he came back to his senses, his elder brother had already opened his eyes, and the pain flooded his eyes.

hate it?do you hateHate yourself for being incompetent?

Lan knelt in front of her elder brother, her fingers trembling for a long time, but she couldn't touch her elder brother.

It's full of scars...how should he touch it?

Feng stood up silently, and cleaned and bandaged without saying a word.His movements were numb, as if it wasn't his own body and he couldn't feel any pain.

Lanna knelt down on the ground in a daze.

"go out."

"Brother... brother, this is..."

"The prince was killed by the assassin, and I was also seriously injured. You just came back and killed the assassin, you know?" Feng lowered his body and said every word with great solemnity.

"I see..." He replied in a daze, the scene he had just seen kept replaying in his eyes, and the scarlet eyes appeared again.

"Lan!"

After the sound of drinking, Lan realized that he was pinching his elder brother's neck.

Hastily let go, Lan looked at the bruise circle on Feng's neck, at a loss what to do.

"There's no need to deal with it." Feng smiled miserably, "This is the best way to convince His Majesty the Emperor, isn't it?"

"...Brother..."

"It's okay." Feng hugged Lan, "it's okay, brother will take care of it. It's okay."

The next day, when the wind returned, Lan could smell blood.

Begging forcefully, Lan inspected Feng's injuries.

His pupils were scarlet again.

Silently helping Feng to bandage the wound, Lan leaned on Feng's knees, avoiding all the wounds precisely.

There is a wet feeling soaking the fabric.

However, on the tenth day, when Feng entered the palace and came out again, the wounds were all cracked again, and many wounds were even added.

Lang bandaged up again in silence, and sat with the wind all night.

One month later, under the imperial decree, Feng was ordered to go to another country as an envoy.

After Feng received the imperial decree, he locked himself in the study for a long time.

Before setting off, Lan seemed to have a feeling that he wanted to go with the wind.Feng refused, knocked him out and drugged him.

When he resolutely left, Feng didn't see the tears in the corner of his eyes.

Brother...don't go...you will die brother...don't go...

Seven days later, Lang finally broke through the effect of the medicine, and rushed to other countries to sneak into the palace without sleep, but he only saw his dead brother.

Like a broken rag doll, the scars on her body are unbearable to look at directly, even... unsightly.

Even the eyes were gouged out for fun.

He killed the person who was carrying his elder brother's body, and then he knelt down on the ground in a daze.

brother... brother...

His eyes turned red again.

He remembered that his elder brother liked the blue sky the most.I like clean white clothes the most.

But why... my brother's white clothes are torn, dripping with blood?

Even the sky was dark.

……elder brother! !

He went completely insane, and there was no more clear cry to pull him back from the boundless killing.

brother, brother...

Blood stained half the sky.

"Brother, will Lan take you home?" He said foolishly, hugging his elder brother.

The monk passing by looked at him and sighed, and helped him, allowing him to return home with Feng's body.

Lang carefully wiped away the dirty things and washed them carefully.

All the good medicines for thousands of years have been used on the dead, the monk sighed pitifully.

The scars have faded, the white clothes are on the upper body, and the long hair is crowned.

Little by little.

Finally, Lan leaned Feng against the wall, leaned on his knees, and cried again.

The emperor sent someone to question the crime.

Lan took Feng's body and rushed into the palace.

"It's just a toy."

In a word, Lang finally completely collapsed.

That day, it rained heavily.

The monk sighed again and again.

The rain washed away the blood, but the palace was still brilliant.

Lan finally lifted her long hair and knelt down to the monk, kowtowing silently.

"He really did his best for you," the monk said.

"Please master, save him."

"There is no end in the world."

"Yes."

"Talk about this..."

"Han Hong."

"Indeed." Feng Que recalled and said.

Daoist Han Hong of Chaoshan Jiange is always accompanied by a man in white.

Han Hong was very nervous about the man in white.

"Ka Ling, what do you want to say?"

Do you know the rumors in the world?

Rumor has it that when Lord Zaifu was on a mission abroad, he fell in love with a concubine of another country, but was turned to him by his younger brother who loved him madly, and slaughtered the palace of another country.

The younger brother of Lord Zaifu even went to the palace and kept saying that the sky is not benevolent.

But he didn't think about it either.

At whose hands did Lord Zaifu die?

Didn't Zaifu die at the hands of his younger brother?

Hypocrisy!

He also wronged the Holy Majesty and killed countless members of the royal family.

Fortunately, today's Holy One is kind and God protects.

"Turning right and wrong?"

"Isn't the truth important?"

"important."

"Clearly."

Obviously it was the emperor and those princes who abused the Zaifu, whom the people said, and even sent him to other countries to accept sex!

With a few words, he lightly and deftly shifted all responsibility to others!

"You want to say that the world is unfair?"

"Master, why should you care about these gossip?"

Feng Que Ci's phoenix eyes were filled with flames.

"Ah Ling..."