Hidden God

Chapter One Hundred and Three

"White? White?"

Seeing the little apprentice in Kunlun Mountain was stunned, Feng Yin called him twice, and the moment his eyes met, he was stunned by the totally out-of-age memories and pain in his eyes.

This baby, young, has such a sad look in his eyes?

Yuan Qi, who had been summoned by Feng Yin, got the different color between his eyebrows. He took the cloth bag with mung bean cake and said to Feng Yin as if to explain: "I have a little junior girl who likes mung bean cake the most. She will follow me to the mountain gate the next time I go down the mountain. I haven't seen my junior sister in many years. The Emperor Feng brought me mung bean cake as a gift, which reminded me of her..."

Feng Yin was startled, the hand handing the cloth bag was invisible, and an inexplicable look was brushed across the light and breezy face of Lai Yun, and then he flicked on Shang Bai's forehead, and said with a smile: "How many are you? Years old, your little sister is afraid that she is still learning to walk. Go back to Kunlun, lest your master worry about it."

To make a full set of acting, Yuan Qi thought in his heart that he had to take a trip to Kunlun. He took the cloth bag, nodded, and turned around to go to the Tianma that Feng Yin had prepared for him, but heard Feng Yin calling him.

He turned his head, and Feng smiled at him with a smile, "I will retreat for some time to practice. If you need to use the Soul Resurrection Tower again, let your master send a disciple to say, I will let Elder Feng Yun send it for you. No need to travel thousands of miles to Fengdao. The island is full of ferocious beasts overseas. You are so weak when Xiaoxianji is young, and it's too dangerous to run away."

Feng Yun, who accompanied Feng Yin to send Yuan Qi to the side, was taken aback for a moment, and he gave Feng Yin a suspicious look.

What does your Majesty mean? Could it be that he saw the identity of Yuan Qi Shenjun? The whole island was holding back its energy for a little half a month, and he was always watching, there was nothing wrong with it?

Yuan Qi was stunned. Feng Yin's words were all properly worried about him, but he didn't know why he heard them, but he faintly felt that Emperor Feng was euphemistically asking him not to set foot on Fengdao again. Up in general.

But this little half a month, he and Feng Yin got along happily, and Feng Yin was even more gentle. He must have been wrong. Yuan Qi thought to himself and nodded, "Thank you Fenghuang for your understanding. The soul-suppression pagoda has a magical effect. It is not necessary for the soul-suppression pagoda to accumulate immortal power after the confession. Visit the Emperor Feng."

Yuan Qi held the cloth bag and arched his hands towards Fengyin, then turned and walked towards Tianma.

Since then, Feng Yin has returned to Fengdao to retreat, and he...the two of them are afraid that they will never see each other again. The fate and getting along with one's identity in this half-month period are all the regrets of fate a thousand years ago.

Tianma carried Kunlun's Xiaoxianjun leaped up, and the accompanying guards and treasure chests drove away mightily.

Standing on the shore of Feng Island, Feng Yin looked at the black and white figure that disappeared into the sky, with a dark and inexplicable look at the bottom of his pupils. Her hands in her sleeves trembled slightly behind her, and the place where she had just touched Xiaoxianjun's forehead was hot.

The Emperor Feng's eyes drooped, and a hint of self-deprecating ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was just a dew fate that happened a few years ago in a hurry a thousand years ago. I have walked through the Naihe Bridge dozens of times, and there is nothing I can't let go of.

The most noble **** in the Three Realms, Six Paths, Nine Provinces and Eight Wastes, unless she hides in Fengdao for the rest of her life, she will see the day again sooner or later.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

Seeing Feng Yin hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Yun couldn't help but call her.

Feng Yin returned to his senses and turned around to enter Fengdao, only to see Feng Ran standing behind her in time, looking thoughtful.

"Master, this little fairy in Kunlun has a lot of face, have you all come out to give it away?" Feng Yin smiled as he saw the gift.

Feng Ran heard something in Feng Yin's words, and raised his eyebrows, "What? See it?" Seeing Feng Yin didn't answer, he didn't give his apprentice any face, "If it weren't, the huge Kunlun, wouldn't it be possible to protect one of his disciples from crossing the sea? Are we Fengdao?"

Seeing Feng Ran Tiaoming, Feng Yin respectfully nodded, and said, "Yes, I see it."

"How did you see it?" Feng Ran asked casually, leaning on the weeping willow on the bank.

"The cloud brocade fairy silk on his body is even in the treasure house of our Feng Clan. In the past tens of thousands of years, he has only saved three or four pieces of cutting. No matter how much the little fairy of Kunlun is favored, he can't match it. Jin Gui. Jiuhua Pavilion has only welcomed one guest over the past thousand years. With your love for that little god, how can you let others live in his yard?"

Seeing Feng Ran as you continued, Feng Yin did not stop, "Furthermore, the phoenix ancestral tree is the forbidden place and treasure of our Feng clan. With you and the elders on the island, how can you allow outsiders to approach easily? The little Xianjun accidentally bowed to me, and our elder's face almost shook into a sieve. Except for the Yuan Qi Shenjun of Qingchi Palace, the apprentice really couldn't guess who in the Three Realms had this kind of patience and face. "

When Feng Yun heard Feng Yin's teasing, his old face almost wrinkled into a sieve.

"That's it?" Seeing Feng Yin's seriousness, Feng Ran approached her, correcting his expression and asked again: "That's how you guessed his identity?"

Feng Yin lowered his eyes.

Of course, it wasn't just that. All of this was just speculation. Only the package of mung bean cake was Feng Yin's confirmation of Yuan Qi's identity.

How can a child who knows nothing about the world have such a shocking emotion in his eyes when facing a pack of ordinary mung bean cake?

Even if she complained that she killed the teacher and fellow students, Kuching should have been a little touched by the water-condensed beast Ayin that died in his hands.

"Yes, the apprentice has been in the mortal world for thousands of years. If you really get along with the little **** of Qingchi Palace for half a month and still can't guess his identity, how will you be the king of our Feng clan in the future?" Feng Yin raised his head. With a smile, Chao Fengran blinked.

Seeing Feng Ran frowning and wanting to speak, Feng Yin quickly said, "Master, you can rest assured that although he caused my soul to disperse back then, he didn't do it deliberately. I didn't care about this little misunderstanding a long time ago, let's talk about it. He is the son of the true god, and you were raised by your own hands. If you count as half of my brother, I will get along well with him. Master, you can just ascend to the God Realm without worry. The disciple will never cause you trouble in the lower realm, and strive to cultivate as soon as possible. God, I can go to the God Realm to accompany you."

Feng Ran's words were completely blocked by Feng Yin when she rolled her throat. Seeing Feng Yin's heartless appearance, she stopped talking, and shook her head, "You have a sharp mouth... nothing I can say. You, Yuan Qi has a special status, so it's good if you have a sense of measure."

Feng Ran returned to Houdao neatly, did not mention Yuanqi again in front of Feng Yin.

Feng Yin thought in her heart that her master was a personal spirit. This time she tried to test Yuan Qi's identity, but she was afraid that Feng Ran would be suspicious. In order to avoid being caught by Feng Ran, Feng Yin found an excuse to play in the lower realms and sneaked out of Wutong Island with a confession to Fengyun.

Feng Yin stopped and walked in the world, listening to the wind and watching the rain, wandering for a few days, and walked to the foot of the imperial city. Thousands of years have passed, dynasties have changed, and the imperial family and nobles have changed. Only the ghost world under the imperial city stands as it was before.

She wandered around in front of the gate of life and death several times, and finally stepped onto the Huangquan Road that had been through for thousands of years.

However, the river under the bridge is still the same, but there is no more ghost sitting on the bridge and smiling and waiting for her. Ah Yin had long died cleanly, and now she has been reborn from nirvana, and she is a ghost king clone, how can she stay on this lonely bridge of Naihe.

In this world, no one will remember the hydrogel beast thousands of years ago. In the bottom of my heart, I couldn't say whether it was a loss or a sigh of relief. Feng Yin's eyes were empty. After being a ghost for countless times, Feng Yin still missed the ghost world a little. She walked over the Naihe Bridge and entered the ghost city.

Ao Ge always likes to make the ghost world as lively as the mortal world. Although it is always dark here, it is illuminated every night, and it is never more deserted than the imperial city. Since the soul of Xiuyan was repaired thousands of years ago, Ao Ge no longer prohibits the immortal and demons from setting foot in the ghost world. As the grievance between the two clans grows deeper, both the immortal and demons want to make friends with the ghost world, and the ghost king must not sin. , Let the ghost world become the most neutral place. The ghost world is lively, and not more restrictive than the mortal world, on the contrary, it attracts a lot of immortals and monarchs to enter the world frequently. Nowadays, on the streets of the King of Ghosts, immortal spirits and demon kings can be seen everywhere.

Feng Yin is nothing more than a longing for the past, and has no plans to go to Zhongling Palace to see Xiuyan again. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, she hides her divine power, transforms a party of Supa to cover her face, dressing like an ordinary female fairy, a little bit. Did not attract attention.

Even after a thousand years, the most prosperous Xiuyan Building on Chang'an Street in the City of Ghosts is still brightly lit. Revisiting the old place, the past is unavoidable. I am afraid that no matter how clever Ayin was, she would never think that the Phoenix Soul she was looking for was herself.

She exhausted all her efforts, and even half-folded her body to save her life. It was her own life.

Reincarnation of cause and effect, fate change, that's probably the case.

Xiuyan Tower is the most expensive teahouse on Chang'an Avenue. Those who can walk in are either rich or expensive. Although Feng Yin said that he was pure and clean, he lost ten golden leaves when he started. The ghost servants of Xiuyanlou thought about which fairy mountain cave mansion this 80% was, and kindly invited her to the window on the second floor with the best view, and offered the most famous osmanthus brew from Xiuyanlou. .

Feng Yin took a sip of the flower wine, and his eyes fell unexpectedly on the familiar rules on the wall in a daze.

It was in this building that she met Xiuyan, and she continued his soul through immortality.

Yanshuang's sharp laughter, Ajiu's spreading fox eyes, and the gentle eyebrows of the young man in Xuanyi were shocked in her mind, but her eyes slowly sank into a gray color.

Feng Yin took another sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine, which was obviously just repaid, but it was full of bitterness when he re-entered it at this time.

When Feng Yin was in Fengdao, he was afraid that Feng Ran and the elders would see the clues, and the past was confined to the bottom of his heart. Entering the Xiuyan Tower, things that happened thousands of years ago came to my mind, and a little emotion appeared in her eyes, but she hadn't even started to remember, and a noise in the distance interrupted her thoughts. She looked downstairs outside the window, only to realize that there were more female fairies on Chang'an Street in the ghost world tonight than the female ghosts. If it wasn't for her to know that this was the ghost world, she looked at the female fairies all over the street and thought she had entered the heavenly palace.

The running hall of Xiuyan Building has always been clever. Seeing Feng Yin looking out the window, he was eager to please this generous gold master, and said with a smile: "The female monarch came to the ghost world today to look at Immortal Pushang, right? This position? It’s the best place in our Xiuyan Tower. Don’t worry, the lady, sit here, keep it, and you can see Immortal Pudu carefully."

Pushang Xianjun? Feng Yin was stunned before he remembered that Feng Yun had told her that Yuan Qi had hidden the **** name and name taboo thousands of years ago, and now his name is Pu Tao.

Yuan Qi is coming to the ghost world? What is he doing in the ghost world? As soon as Feng Yin frowned, Xiao Paotang’s laughter came from: "Oh, female monarch, don’t tell me, although our Majesty manages the ghost world as lively as the mortal world, but every year today, it’s better than The Shangyuan Festival is still lively! Not to mention the female fairy princes, the female demon princes of the demon world also quietly came a lot, I am afraid that they are all for the god! I heard that the **** prince lived in Qing Dynasty thousands of years ago Chi Gong is no longer born, and I don’t know why. Every year today, he will come to our ghost world. You see, the female monarch, the Lord Pushang is here."

Feng Yin's heart trembled, and his gaze actually followed the direction of the little paotang beside him and looked out the window.

With just one glance, her gaze focused slightly.

Under the peach tree on the corner of Chang'an Street, the young man is dressed in white. From a distance, he still looks like a thousand years ago.

Feng Yin suddenly remembered that on the Naihe Bridge five hundred years ago, the female ghost Ayin had seen Yuan Qi like this. It's just that she didn't know at the time that in that period of earth-shaking history of the Three Realms, she was the one who was smashed to pieces by the **** Pudu of Qingchi Palace with the Yuanshen Sword.

With a cup of peach blossoms in his hand, Feng Yin looked at the youth under the peach tree, immersed in the past, completely forgetting the fact that he was extremely poor at drinking.

Falling in love with the demon emperor, deceiving the teacher, betraying the immortal clan, and ruining the Three Realms... the water-condensed beast, Ayin, carried all these infamy to death.

The figure under the peach tree slowly overlapped in Fengyin's eyes and Yuan Qi holding a Yuanshen sword on the ground of Raksha a thousand years ago. A blood-red color was brushed across her pupils, and she suddenly stood up and looked at Yuan Qiding.

Yuan Qi, even if the world thinks me like this, in your eyes, am I so unbearable?

Thousands of years later, should I ask you a question for the person who was so soulless in Rakshasa a thousand years ago?

The moment Feng Yin's body was almost out of the window, the exclamation of the female gentlemen suddenly came from Chang'an Avenue.

A resounding long chime appeared in the air, and the four heavenly horses drove the crane with silver light across the interface of the ghost world and came straight toward Chang'an Avenue.

Tianma stepped on the fairy cloud and fell under the peach tree at the end of the street. The whole Chang'an Street was silent, and he was guessing which fairy was so bold and dared to enter the ghost world.

Such a big battle naturally awakened the slightly drunk Feng Yin. She retracted half of her body and looked up at the luxurious crane.

At this time, a bare hand lifted the driving curtain, and the female fairy in a golden gilt skirt stepped out of the crown block and walked slowly towards the young man under the peach tree.

The moment the female prince showed her face, the expressions of the female fairies on both sides of the street changed. They all stepped back and proceeded carefully, and said, "I have seen the Supreme Master Hua Shu."

Several dozen meters away, Xiuyan was upstairs, looking at Feng Yin from the back of the nymph, and slightly narrowed her eyes. She looked at the two people under the peach tree. The celadon glass she was playing with had already turned into powder.