phoenix tweet

The moon was slowly setting down from the mid-heaven, and the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain heard a rooster crowing from time to time, indicating that the sky was about to dawn.The two of them walked for a long time in the mountains, not to mention the waters where real dragons could be hidden, and they didn't even see a ditch.

"It's strange, the sound shouldn't be far away, but we've almost finished climbing the mountain." The early morning mist has covered the forest at some point, and the round and full dewdrops are condensed on the grass leaves, and people can't walk in it. After a while, the whole body will be soaked.Although it is summer all year round in the south, it is still cold in the morning.Especially fire-type immortals like Yaobai are especially afraid of the cold.He had no choice but to hold a branch in his hand, and when he went to the place where the grass was full, he would use the branch to pat the weeds first, and then leave after the dew had all gone.

Even so, he was soaked from the knees down.Just now Wen Bufan fell heavily, his clothes were scratched by sharp stones on the back of his waist, and there was a bloodstain on his waist.Yaobai didn't want him to lead the way, so he took his sleeve with one hand and led the way with a branch in the other.

"Maybe we were wrong," Wen Bufan said, "We just looked forward, and the water pool might be behind us." At that time, he first saw an abnormal movement ahead, maybe it was just too dark at night and he didn't see it clearly. It was just an ordinary forest beast passing by.

The two summed it up briefly, and decided to go back and look for it.

The way back is much easier and faster.

Suddenly, Yao Bai paused, raised his head and took a deep breath, "I smell it again." His complexion became sour, "It's so faint, how could it be so faint." He took a few steps forward and found that he had already returned To the place where they stopped briefly before.

At this moment, the same sound of splashing water as before rang in my ears.Yao Bai walked forward slowly following the sound, Wen Bufan followed behind him, stepping on the sticky ground.

The sound of water is getting closer.The two stopped in front of a clump of blue thatched reeds, which grew very tall, two heads taller than Wen Bufan.There are tiny spikes growing on the stems of the grass, and the leaves and stems are so densely packed that it looks like an impenetrable wall in the blink of an eye.But the subtle and light sound of splashing water still reached Yao Bai's ears through the tiny gap.

Yao Bai stretched out his hand to push away a layer of grass leaves, the dew fell on his face and neck, and he shivered uncontrollably.When he peeled off the last layer, his hand had already been scratched with many red marks by the thorns.The first thing he saw was fluorescent lights, like stars flying everywhere.

"A lot of fireflies."

Yaobai looked forward with the faint light of fireflies. This is a pond whose depth cannot be seen clearly. It is so small that the end can be seen at a glance.There are many birds and animals in the mountains, but this seemingly only water area in the mountains is very deserted, the water surface is pitch black, like a pool of stagnant water.On the contrary, the fireflies in mid-air were emitting a cold air for no reason.

But the sound of splashing water is still there, one after another, sometimes clear and melodious, sometimes dull and ethereal, as if the sound floated out and hit the stone wall and then returned.The eyes of birds are sensitive, and Yao Bai can almost see the huge black shadow curled up on the other side of the pond at a glance. Although the shadow is pitch black, like a mass of thick ink that cannot be fainted, Yao Bai still recognizes that it is a dragon.The upper half of its body was lying on the grass, its tail scattered randomly in the water, and it was slapping the water unconsciously.

Yao Bai choked for breath, and murmured: "Father."

The black dragon seemed to be in a deep sleep, not like an ordinary sleep.His huge dragon body seemed to be very heavy, and he raised his head from the grass rustlingly, and met Yao Bai's eyes on the opposite bank not far away.Perhaps the light was dim, and he looked at it for a long time.

Yao Bai tentatively called his father again, and the black dragon's tail hidden under the water finally moved.He broke through the water and came, with the strong dragon head resting on the water surface, he was slightly surprised to see Yao Bai, "It's Xiao Jiu."

Hearing his father's familiar voice, Yao Bai felt much more at ease.

Wen Bufan nodded slightly to Emperor Qingling, Qingling's eyes only stopped on him for a moment, and then turned to look at his youngest son.

The sky is gradually fading from the night, and with the awakening of the distant sun, it is gradually covered with a layer of smoky blue.Yaobai squatted by the water, eye level with Heilong.Most of Qingling's body was submerged in the bottom of the water, and the dragon's head was floating on the surface, with a loving expression on his face, "Didn't you go to the Minjiang River in Lingzhou?"

"How do you know? I heard that the plague is raging over there, so I want to go and have a look." Yao Bai looked at him and said, "Father, did you go to the mountain to bury the dragon bone yesterday? Who is that bone?"

"He's a great old man who used to be the guardian deity of this imperial city." Xu Shi just woke up, Qing Ling's voice was slightly hoarse.He looked at Yaobai, as if he really wanted to get closer, but the dragon's body was too huge, and any light movement would cause water to splash on Yaobai, so he had to stop and keep a close distance, "Listen to you." Mother said that you have been moulted, and our little phoenix has grown up."

Removing feathers and changing shape is one of the few major events in his life, but Yao Bai feels that his father does not have much joy in his eyes, and it seems that growing up is not worth being happy.

Yao Bai was a little confused and a little unhappy.

"What are you doing here?" Yaobai glanced at the cramped pond. The bottom seemed to be very deep, and most of his father's body was buried in the water. Even so, this place was not suitable for a strong and mature dragon to practice.

"Of course there is a reason why we must be here. Father has something to do." Yao Bai looked at his father through a layer of smoke and water, and heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Jiu, everyone has something to do ,The same to you."

Yao Bai frowned, feeling that something was wrong, every conversation between him and his father tonight was weird.

In his impression, although his parents didn't spend much time with him, he got enough care from them.His father has always been gentle and doting to him. He once planted a sycamore forest for himself who was under one year old.He likes to be cuddly with himself the most. What he liked to do when he was a child was to sit on his father's shoulders. Sang Su even laughed at him as a dragon horn growing on his father's head.Whether it is to go to other priests to play chess and drink, or to accept the worship of the gods in the Taiqing Hall, his father is willing to take him with him and always carry him on his shoulders.

Yao Bai looked down at the wave of water spreading out, he felt that his father should not be like this, should not be far away from him, and then said something without warmth or emotion.

The more Yao Bai thought about it, the more unhappy he felt—they hadn't seen each other for so long, his father should at least come ashore and hug him.

But in the end, he only heard his father say: "Go and take a look around, there are many things in the human world that are not available in the God's Domain."

He paused, his deep voice seemed to be sighing, and finally there was a trace of his father's intimacy in his memory, and he told Yaobai: "If you don't have fun, go home early."

Wen Bufan, who was standing silently by the side, finally raised his eyes to look at the Lord of God's Domain, his expression was indifferent, and he said he was looking at him, but he just swept his body away.Qingling noticed it and looked over at the right time. One person and one dragon looked at each other in the hazy morning light.

Yaobai still wanted to say something, but Qingling glanced at the dawning sky, and ended the father-son meeting casually: "The Minjiang River is still far away, you go." He looked at Wen Bufan again, and told him The first sentence: "Xiao Jiu has not entered the human world, please take care of the Buddha."

Wen Bufan glanced at Yao Bai who was squatting on the ground, and nodded.