Listening to the Phoenix

When the boy woke up again, as soon as he moved, a voice said, "Maybe we need to talk."

The young man raised his eyes, fully understanding, "A Ci, no need."

"Why?" Feng Queci raised his eyebrows and asked.

"You don't need an answer." The young man was very calm, so calm that one would think that Feng Queci was actually very ordinary.

Feng Queci smiled, "It seems that you know me very well."

In other words, they are very familiar with my thoughts and ideas.

"Naturally." The young man replied, "No matter how many times you... reincarnate, in essence, you are still you, nothing has changed, it is undeniable."

"Then, what's your name?" Feng Queci didn't intend to be more entangled, and asked another question.

It was obviously the simplest question, but the boy remained silent.

"Is it convenient to say?" Still no name?

"No." The boy replied.

I'm just afraid of irritating you.

Feng Queci looked at him patiently.

An Xiaoyu was surprised.

Uncle Shi has never been so patient with a person.

This boy was the first.

Maybe, he can change the uncle.

An Xiaoyu closed his eyes and secretly made a plan.

After I go back, I must ask the teacher in charge to keep this young man with my uncle!

What's more, this young man seems to care about his uncle very much.

For the first time, hesitation appeared in the boy's eyes.He hesitated for a long time, and finally just stretched out his right hand from his wide sleeve, exposing his slender wrist.

On the slender and pale wrist, a piece of bright red jade was tied with a red thread, making the complexion even paler.

And that piece of jade, its shape just matched the ruby ​​hanging from Feng Queci's waist!

Feng Queci looked at the young man.

The young man untied the jade lightly, handed it to Feng Queci, and pointed the line of boys engraved on the jade at him.

That line of characters can be seen to be from the hands of a famous artist, the strokes are sharp, with a vivid and free and easy style, and...

——some hidden deep love and no regrets.

Contains an extremely terrifying moral meaning.

Feng Queci looked at it, and then focused all on the content of the small characters.

I am intoxicated by listening to the sound of snow.

very familiar.

An unmistakable familiarity welled up in his heart, which surprised Feng Queci slightly.

He... never knew that he could have such big mood swings one after another.

Over the years, my mood swings have not even exceeded ten times, and most of them are because of Xiaoyu...

Since meeting this young man, is this the first time that your emotions have fluctuated?

Sure enough, I was still thinking at the beginning, why my emotions seemed to be frozen, it turned out that it was because——

He paused.

There is a trace of something overflowing from the depths of the soul, which is natural and natural.

Because of what?

When Feng Queci was thinking, even he didn't realize that a layer of golden light was gradually dissipating in the deepest part of his soul.

That was the seal that he personally dropped tens of thousands of years ago.

If it is sealed for a day, it is impossible for him to be moved by anything.

"Listen...yin...drunk." Feng Que picked out three words with intuition, and asked the young man, "Really?"

Seeing that he had no special reaction, the young man who had been watching him sighed, and the emotion revealed was disappointment, helplessness, or happiness.

"Yes."

A day later, when Feng Que finished his breath and got up, he found out from Linghu Ruoze's astonished eyes and words that he had naturally held the boy in his arms for a whole day.

Most importantly, he didn't even notice that something was wrong.

An Xiaoyu couldn't help stepping on Linghu Ruoze again.

Linghu Ruoze, who was stepped on, felt very wronged: Is there such a nine-tailed fox who is not liked by the contractor?Have it?

〖Don’t you think their appearance is very suitable?Besides, my uncle didn't say anything, so what are you talking about! 〗

〖Isn’t it because I was too surprised! 〗Linghu Ruoze defended himself.

An Xiaoyu sneered in her heart, 〖That boy is definitely not an ordinary person, you will be miserable in the future! 〗

A prophecy.

On the other side, Feng Queci bent down to put the boy down.

The boy named "Ling Yin Drunk" reached out and hooked his neck, and said in a cold voice, "I can't go."

Feng Queci met his eyes and understood his meaning strangely, "Are you injured?"

"Frozen..." Lingyinzui thought, and then said, "Frozen."

Feng Que Ci: "..." Why did he use the wrong word but he understood what he meant?

After meeting his eyes for a long time, Feng Queci turned his head in embarrassment, "I'll hug you."

"Okay." The boy's pure black eyes finally burst into a smile.

A little bit of the pure black eyes melted indifferently, like the thawing of a frozen lake, revealing the brilliance hidden beneath it.The shredded ice floes mixed with light, like floating light jumping into gold, is so beautiful that it is soul-stirring.

After wandering in Changyuan for half a day, Lingyin asked drunkenly, "Do you have anything else to do?"

For some reason, An Xiaoyu answered faster with her body than her brain: "It is said that there is a site of the God of God in Changyuan, and we plan to go there."

Lingyinzui finally looked at him, his eyes were flat, "It's you...not..." He showed a trace of doubt and then disappeared in a flash.After a pause, Lingyinzui continued: "You are not enough."

An Xiaoyu was a little puzzled.

Listen to drunk silence.

About a quarter of an hour later, he stammered and said: "Here, there is more than one God who has fallen. Recently, the seal has been loosened, so you will find out. However, according to what I have sensed, there are three or four One. Not enough of you.”

An Xiaoyu was a little confused, but the disciples were even more confused than him.

However, the only two people on the scene who could keep calm were Ling Yinzui who broke such a big news, and Feng Queci who had no interest in Shangshen Ruins for some reason.

An Xiaoyu maintained a little sobriety and took out a formation plate, his fingers were imprinted, his voice was extremely stiff and jerky, and he couldn't maintain his usual calmness.He said: "Uncle Master Master, there are more than one Shangshen ruins."

In an instant, there was the sound of teacups breaking.

After a while, a voice came over, eager and fast: "Hurry up and come back!"

According to legend, after the Lich War, the Great Desolation was shattered, and countless fragments were derived into small realms.

The primordial world is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

The original world is divided into the original world and the initial world. The original world is also called the ordinary world, where ordinary people live;

Being a monk at the beginning, the territory is very vast.It is also divided into four domains, east, west, north, south, and Biyuntian in the middle, and the first of the seven sects of the primary realm, the ninth primary sect, lives in the eastern domain and occupies one domain exclusively.

Eastern Territory, Nine Beginning Sects, Nine Yuan Peak, and the Great Hall.

A row of overhauls sat on chairs, all dressed in white and green belts, with golden lotuses bordered by silver, and long hair tied up, looking immortal.

And among all the monks in white clothes who are all fairy-like, Feng Queci, who is dressed in black and has bright eyebrows, is particularly eye-catching, not to mention that he is holding a person in his arms.

There was a long silence, and the current head teacher Cangyue Shangjun, who was still in the main position, was the first to break the silence, "Han Wang, how is this time?"

Feng Que raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, "Ask Liu Chen."

Cang Yue was not angry at all. After all, he had seen Feng Queci's temper since he was a child. He said to his senior brother's child, "Liuchen, tell me what happened this time."

An Xiaoyu stepped forward to salute, and then slowly explained the matter.

After he finished speaking, he stood back beside Cang Yue.

Whispering voices sounded in the hall.

"There is actually someone alive in Chang Yuan."

"Patriarch Cannian specially asked to bring it to Jiuchu and hand it over to the two Supreme Elders, and also promised a promise, it is really..."

"Fortunately, I met Han Wang."

"You can't say that either."

"According to what Liu Chen said, that person must have an extraordinary status, and he must have woken up when the ice coffin was opened. If he is a person of evil ways and evil ways, he can kill the Nascent Soul with one move and the ability to break the mysterious ice with one move."

"But he also woke up after Han Wang shattered the coffin lid."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a moment of silence in the audience.

Shattering the coffin lid or something...it's a bit too much——

brutal.

But if it was Han Wang who did this kind of thing, there would be a strange feeling of "it should be like this".

After having such a thought, all the masters threw it away, and continued as if nothing had happened.

"Do you think people in the devil's way will not open the ice coffin?"

"It makes sense."

"However, if you can kill the Nascent Soul with one move, and break the profound ice with the other, could it be that you have already realized the sword intent?"

"Didn't you say he was eleven or twelve?"

"It is the sword of Jianzong's natural sword heart, and it is also the golden sword intent that was only comprehended by fifteen."

"Han Wang only realized the sword intent of killing when he was thirteen."

"If this is the case, the talent is extraordinary."

"The catastrophe is indeed approaching!"

The whispers fell.

Cang Yue asked: "He is really 12 years old, isn't it because of a seizure?"

"Under twelve." Feng Que corrected.

"Excellent talent!" Suddenly an elegant voice exclaimed, and a person appeared in front of Feng Queci, and the fragrance of medicine came.

The man laughed again: "But if it's 'intoxicated by listening to the sound of the snow', it's a wonder it's not like this."

Everyone stood up and saluted, but Feng Queci was not included, he just nodded slightly, "The Supreme Elder."

Qingxuan waved his sleeves, "There is no need to be too polite."

Then he looked at the purple-clothed young man in Feng Queci's arms, and said in a warm voice, "The name is Three Listening, Five Music and Seven Drunk, but you came here for separation and love?"

The young man who had been burying his face in Feng Queci's neck for a long time, only showing his white hair, and closed his eyes for a nap finally opened his eyes, looked back at Qing Xuan displeasedly, and said in a cold voice, "Yes."

Qingxuan showed a gentle smile and bowed slightly, "Long time no see."

Ling Yinzui looked at him up and down, then buried her face back in Feng Queci's neck, "Not familiar."

——Since you and I don't know each other well, how come "long time no see"?

After Feng Queci understood what he meant, the corners of his lips suddenly curled up, causing everyone's eyes to turn pale.

After Qing Xuan came back to his senses from that smile, he pondered over the boy's simple words, his smile froze.

An Xiaoyu didn't care to marvel at Feng Queci's smile. Thinking of those two words, combined with Qingxuan's words before, he quickly lowered his head to hide his smile.

And the others came back to their senses one after another, and after a while they understood the meaning of those two words, and there were coughing sounds one after another in the hall.

Qing Xuan: "..."

Do you think I don’t know what you are thinking after coughing a few times!

At this time-

"Unexpectedly, Han Wang laughed." Like a stone hitting a thousand waves.

The hall could no longer be silent.

The topic was successfully transferred.

After a long while, it was quiet again, but some people still couldn't hide the surprise in their eyes.

I really can't blame this group of high-level monks who have lived for at least a few hundred or more and an average of at least a thousand years for being so surprised.

Just because... this is the first time Feng Queci smiled in front of them.

Even if the smile is just hooking the corners of the lips.

And that smile was too amazing and unparalleled.

Qingxuan adjusted his mentality a little, and kept telling himself that he couldn't beat this one, "Since Master let... you enter the Ninth Elementary School, do you have any plans?"

Finally, Lingyinzui was no longer indifferent, his complexion softened slightly, he looked back at Qingxuan, "I—" he stopped.

Feng Que's Ci sword has been unsheathed.

The meaning of the sword is cold and heavy.

Like a new moon, and like a continuous tide.

Then, killing intent erupted, and he was instantly strangled.

Qingxuan frowned, "Why, everyone can enter Jiuyuan Peak at the beginning of the ninth day?"

Cang Yue: "The Supreme Elder...that's not human."

Qingxuan didn't bother with this matter, looked at Feng Queci, "Such a keen, worthy of..."

Lingyin's drunken eyes became sharp, Qingxuan swallowed the title, and then asked: "Do you have any plans?"

"A soundproof barrier."

Qingxuan opened the barrier according to the words, and Lingyinzui glanced at the surrounding Daxiu, "Credible?"

Someone's eyes darkened instantly.

"Naturally." Qingxuan said.

The drunk eyes of listening to the sound contained deep meaning, "Don't forget."

Qingxuan thought for a while, "Of course not. That incident was a great shame to us at the beginning of the ninth century. Those traitors have already been crushed and ashes."

Before the final battle of the great catastrophe, although the Jiuchu suffered heavy casualties, it was not the sect that suffered the heaviest loss.

However, in the last battle, due to the betrayal of several people and leaked the plan, nearly half of the disciples were lost at the beginning of the ninth century, becoming the force with the heaviest casualties.

The monks couldn't help being silent.

"I came here for the calamity. Xuan Mo, Mo Xi, Xuan De, Xuan Sheng. And... my disciple, my younger brother, my master..."

Qing Xuan's face froze almost imperceptibly.

"But your current cultivation level..." Qingxuan was not without worry, "And there are some problems with your body."

"I have to stay." Lingyin said drunkly.

"Then your identity?" Qing Xuan asked along.

Ling Yinzui turned his head to look at the young man who was holding him, "What is your status in Jiuchu now?"

"The first seat of Liuxia Peak, the master of Liuxia vein."

"Have you ever been a teacher?"

"Never."

"Are there many people in Liuxia Peak?"

"Not much, I like quiet."

"I'm going to Liuxia Peak." Lingyinzui said to Qingxuan.

Qingxuan didn't question his willful decision, and nodded directly, "Yes."

Immediately he asked, "Do you want to worship Han Wang as your teacher?"

Feng Que was stunned for a while.

Lingyin swung his purple clothes and said indifferently, "If you don't know, ask."

Qingxuan smiled wryly, "...can't you say the whole thing at once?"

Listening drunk eyes pupil indifferent.

"Okay." Qingxuan compromised, "From today onwards, you will enter Liuxia Peak and be the next seat of Liuxia Peak. Han Wangjun, Fengque, is the only junior, and you don't have to salute anyone."

"You can choose one word as the Dao name."

With a wave of his sleeves, countless golden lights converged into spheres floating in front of the young man, and each sphere contained a word.

Lingyinzui asked Feng Queci seriously: "Which one should I choose?"

Feng Que looked at it for a while, and then grabbed a word.

"Leave".

A word that is rarely used as a Taoist name.

"From now on, your Taoist name will be 'Hanli', and you will be drunk by listening to Hanli from Liuxia at the beginning of the ninth day."

Drunk listening to the sound and nodding.

After walking a few steps, Qingxuan stopped, turned over the Xumi bracelet, and threw a piece of jade, "Test your talent."

Listen to the drunk to take over.

The next moment, the originally transparent and colorless jade was dyed ice blue, and the lotus flower in the center of the jade turned into ice blue petal after petal.

In the end, the ten-petaled lotus petals completely turned into ice blue.

Ice blue, mutated ice spirit root; ten petals of ice blue, [-]% pure.

"Single-line ice spirit root, purity ten..." There was a great cultivator, who forced himself to be calm, until the end of the tone did not reveal some tremors.

Didn't it mean that [-]% of spiritual roots only exist in legends? !

Why did two appear in less than 50 years!

Thinking about it, Feng Queci took out a piece of white jade with a long sword carved on it, and handed it to Ling Yinzui.

Ling Yinzui took it without hesitation.

In an instant, the little sword lit up completely.

"Ten sword bones." Feng Que was slightly surprised in his eyes.

Qingxuan looked at him and wanted to take out something else, saying: "He is a born sword soul, a born sword bone."

A voice came from Lingyinzui's ear, and Qingxuan used sound transmission: "Sorry, that's all I can say."

Listening to the sound and drooping eyes, the sound transmission went back: "No problem."

Born with sword bones, born with sword soul - a good young swordsman!

The overhaul here is a bit exciting.

But after seeing Han Wang Shangjun, who had been hugging the boy, as cold as ice, some people's hearts became frozen.

If he accepted that young man as his disciple, wouldn't he also accept Han Wang as his disciple?

But others were even more excited.

Let Han Wang be his disciple...

Tsk!I feel excited just thinking about it!

Well, of course, there are only a very small number of people who have this kind of idea. After all, normal and smart people would not have such a bold idea.

They still want to live!

only……

One person looked at Cang Yue with a solemn expression, "Master, are you blocking the news?"

Otherwise, what would Jianzong do if he came to fight after knowing the young man's aptitude?

There is no doubt that the fighting lunatics of Jianzong can definitely do it!

Although this move is so sad, heartbroken, sick, and crazy!

Cang Yue didn't care, "No need. If they dare to rob people, they will fight back. We are the ones who take advantage, not them. We don't only have Taoist cultivators at the beginning of the ninth century. If they think we can't teach well, they will say that Han Wang personally taught of."

An inexplicable look flashed across An Xiaoyu's eyes.

What you said... is simply domineering!

There was some sympathy in Daxiu's eyes, "Yes."

Sword cultivators of Jianzong... I hope you are all right.

Feng Queci's expression was mild, "If nothing happens, I'll be leaving."

"Go back." Cang Yue said kindly.

And Qingxuan left leisurely without knowing when, leaving only one sentence.

"By the way, ten days later it will be the sect's general election for recruiting disciples, so please go through the motions. It will not be difficult for...you at all."

With a flash of red light, Feng Queci left with the boy in his arms.

Seeing that the matter was over, Daxiu in the hall left together one after another.

As for how to discuss on the road...

"Innate sword soul and sword bone are simply born for the sword."

"Having comprehended sword intent before the age of twelve, he is simply a natural swordsman!"

"I'm afraid that Jianzong's sword is not as good as him."

"Swords are not as good as Han Wang." There was an inexplicable sense of pride circulating in the words.

"Your intention is..."

"I'm afraid it can be compared to Han Wang."

"Do you think he can turn into a god without reaching forty?"

The friend shook his head, "No, it's Mahayana."

"are you crazy?!"

"I'm afraid Han Wang will be going to retreat and attack Mahayana soon."

"The youngest recorded Mahayana is also 240 years old!" And that one is still staying in the Zongli!

"Han Wangding will break this record!"

"Although...it's a bit arrogant to say so, but how can I have this confidence?"

But... have you guys forgotten one thing?

In the main hall, Lord Cangyue who stayed behind took a sip of the tea, while An Xiaoyu who was beside him felt the urge to cover his face and reminded his uncle.

"Uncle Master, we were originally going to discuss the Shangshen ruins today."

Cang Yue: "..."

Can he say he forgot?

The shock of a [-]% spiritual root purity made him react much slower.

He coughed to cover up, and then he said: "Then we can discuss it tomorrow, it's not too late. And Cangshu will be back tomorrow, just in time for a discussion."

"Uncle Cangshu?"

"Yes. He traveled out of the sect not long ago. At that time, you were still in seclusion, and you went to Changyuan after you left the seclusion, so I don't know."

Speaking of this, Cang Yue said with some doubts: "He just sent me a message, saying that he is in Changyuan and has entered the center, why didn't you meet him?"

"Liuchen doesn't know." An Xiaoyu said calmly, and then bowed, "If there is another meeting tomorrow, Liuchen will inform the uncle. The nephew will leave."

"No need." Cang Yue raised his forehead, his tone helpless, "Go and see your father first. He closed Qingjing Peak again recently for some reason."

"it is good."

The author has something to say:

In fact... listening drunk has some problems, which will be mentioned later

Also, Feng Queci and the others were teleported to the center as soon as they entered the abyss, and they didn't even touch the checkpoint in the middle to test their xinxing strength.

Repaired on May 2018.6.26, [-]