After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Rong Yi wanted to go over to observe the few lines of writing, but Xiangli Fei Lu took the things away.

"Can't you eat it? But it's fruity and very fragrant. What's it for?"

He stretched out his hand to snatch it, but Xiangli Feilu moved faster than him, and he couldn't find the shadow of this thing in a moment.

He looked up, and found Xiangli Feilu's expression similar to that night - the expression when he was clasping his hands as a woman, with a fleeting moment of bewilderment in those green and gentle eyes, And in order to cover up this helplessness, the more intense calmness and coldness, this kind of cuteness seems to spread to the roots of the ears together, and it also makes the roots of the ears turn reddish.

The fire was burning, and water was dripping under the eaves of the pagoda. Other than that, there was only the sound of light breathing.

Xiangli Feilu can cook.

It's just that when he was in Jiang Guo's imperial capital, the food was delivered from the inner palace, or he went down to alms alms with other monks for asceticism, regardless of the taste, just for food.

He also ate dry wheat, fried it and ground it into powder. He was stationed with border guards and set up boilers on the snow field.

Cooking this powder with snow water and salty grass moss is already a delicacy that the border soldiers can hardly dream of.

Because there are thousands of volumes of scriptures hidden in the pagoda, and relics are also stored in the underground palace, except for the stove, he never uses fire in the pagoda, let alone cooking for a phoenix at this time.

Xiangli Feilu looked at the messy things that Rongyi begged for him today - he found some naan cakes from the common people among them, he stretched out his hand to pick them up, and sent them to the fire to warm them up.

The tongue of fire licked the bread, and the other side was covered with clean plant ash.

Xianglifei Lu looked down, the emerald green eyes reflected the warm firelight.

After a while, the pancake was baked until it was golden brown and slightly burnt. Xiangli Feilu took it out and handed it to Rong Yi, with a neutral voice: "If you can't eat this, there is nothing else you can give to Shangshen."

After scrutinizing it for a while, Rong Yi was quite happy, tore off a small piece and put it in her mouth.

He is a phoenix, with the karma of fire, naturally he is not afraid of being scalded, such a small piece, he observed it for a long time, and chewed it for a long time, with a certain kind of piety in his expression.

After eating the aroma of flour, the phoenix eyes were bent, and the eyes were shining: "It's delicious."

He just sat here in a well-behaved manner, holding a cake and eating it seriously.

Xiangli Feilu looked away from him.

He got up to pack up the things he would use to set off for the south tomorrow, and lowered his eyes to count them one by one, his movements were meticulous and well-organized.

Today, Rong Yi begged for a lot of messy things, he tidied them up one by one, and then found harmony incense products such as dispelling hindrance incense, pharmacist incense, algae utensils and scriptures, etc., took them one by one, and set aside some for storage In the imperial capital.

Today when he went to see the emperor, the emperor had already developed typhoid fever, the manifestation of evil wind invading his body.

In fact, after the death of the peacock, various signs of the decline of Jiang's fortune have slowly emerged.

Whether it's the emperor or the common people, inside or outside the palace, yesterday's group of people who were overwhelmed by the aura of monsters also showed that there was a crack in the once impregnable city.

Fortunately, besides him, there are more or less other available people in the imperial capital, so don't worry too much for now.

This time it was the south.

In the ancient town of Qingyue in the south of Jiang Country, there is a cold spring full of aura, which is left over from the battlefield of the ancient gods.Legend has it that those were the tears sealed by an ancient god when the Star Officials were founded, but no one could tell which god it was.

This spring water belongs to yin, and it is also a feng shui eye of Jiang Guo's dragon veins, and all kinds of demons covet it.

Since ancient times, Jiang Guo sent priests and immortals to guard, Xiangli Feilu also went to inspect it every spring and summer.

But this time, the news from the south was that they had encountered a very powerful demon, which was hard to resist, so they reported to the imperial capital, asking for support.

"Are you going away?"

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the fire burning, Rong Yi was still holding the pancakes, sitting quietly on the chair, tilting her head to watch Xiang Li Fei Lu tidy up her things.

Xiangli Feilu paused, and before he could answer, Rong Yi moved his fingertips, and the things in the room rose and shifted, and were twirled and put into a storage ring. The package stopped firmly.

"Then I only have these things to bring. When we get there, will you prepare a new nest for me?"

"God, my trip is to go to the south to cross the river, so it's no joke."

Xiangli Feilu didn't look sideways, lowered his head and put the storage ring aside, "I don't have time to spend time with you either, Jiang Country is surrounded by evil spirits and dangers, and I have no time to take care of you."

"But I'm your phoenix." It took Rong Yi a while to remember her other identity, "I'm also the protector here."

"The phoenix belongs to fire, and it is incompatible with Jiang Guo's water virtue. You are the guardian god, and I can't stop you, but you don't move anything, especially the magic power." Xiangli Feilu said in a deep voice.

Rong Yi thought for a while: "Don't use mana? Okay. What else? Since I am your phoenix, I will listen to you now."

He didn't seem to have considered the possibility that Xiangli Feilu didn't want to take him with him, but he just planned his plans for tomorrow very naturally.

Xiangli Feilu packed up his luggage, lifted it up and put it by the door, ready to be tidied up tomorrow, and said flatly, "Other than that, you stay here and don't go anywhere."

He walked to the door, as always, holding the Qingyue Sword tightly in his hand, with a straight posture.

Rong Yi became vigilant, as if she was afraid that he would run away: "What are you going to do?"

Just after noon, the rain gradually subsided, and the high place of the tower was filled with fog. When the door was opened, the milky white fog rushed in with the wind.

Xiangli Feilu paused, and looked back at Rongyi: the young man was still holding a hot pancake in his hand, with his two slender legs crossed, he was leaning on the chair irregularly, his black hair hanging down, Or there are a few strands sticking to the cheek.

This phoenix is ​​born wise, and no one has probably taught him how to eat. The scones were stained with ashes. He took a bite, and the whitish ashes stuck to his ruddy lips. After he took a bite, his cheeks bulged stand up.

Xiangli Feilu said lightly: "Go to the top of the tower to defend the capital."

"Oh."

Rong Yi was relieved immediately, and he continued to eat pancakes hard.

Xiang Lifei Lu has never seen such a person eating in front of him; this kind of scones are hot and dry, few people can eat them directly, and they usually have to be torn up and soaked in soup, but Rong Yi seems to be soaked in water. I don't even know how to drink.

He looked at it for a while, then raised his sword and went out.

The captain of the Imperial Army was guarding the city gate on the opposite side of the covered bridge. When he saw him coming out, he cupped his hands at him from afar and smiled brightly—as if he wasn't the one who went to the palace to gossip.

Xiangli Feilu has good ears, he stood in front of the arch of the tower, and vaguely heard a smile over there: "Master, it's true, it's been so many years, and he still refuses to answer when we say hello."

The others followed suit and laughed: "It's not that you, the captain, made the master angry—I didn't see you on duty today. The master really hid a little beauty in the room?"

"I was on duty and didn't see it, but I saw a figure from the back last night, and it was a pretty..."

"Besides, Master is kind, it is impossible to get angry over such a trivial matter. You are all too lazy when you are on patrol, and make trouble with Master when you have time. If you don't see Master's sword, you really never leave your hand. He doesn't return the salute. , you don’t even think about why, it’s useless.”

The pagoda and the watchtower of the city gate correspond to each other, and they must be guarded, and they must be guarded all day long, so the relationship between the two sides is the best.

Xiangli Feilu took a carrier pigeon at random, wrote a few simple lines with a pen, and sent it flying.

"Let's go south tomorrow, and start as soon as possible."

On the other side, the captain of the Imperial Guard was a little surprised when he received this letter: "Master, leave so early? It was originally scheduled for the afternoon. But what other orders do you have?"

Xiangli Feilu thought for a while, and then picked up a pen and wrote a line: "I need to work for you. After I go south, I will bring fresh fruits and clear spring water to the tower every day and put them in my room."

The ink was black and shiny, and Xiangli Feilu watched the handwriting dry slowly, and added, "Be careful not to stick to it, don't come into contact with the people in the room...don't be fooled by its appearance."

He still hadn't removed the formula to imprison the gods in the room, and when he left early tomorrow, Rong Yi could only stay inside obediently.

——But, I'm afraid there are also hidden dangers.

In his absence, it is unknown whether this evil god-like protector of the country will cause any trouble.

The captain of the imperial army was quick and agile, and before the departure tomorrow, he had already sent someone to deliver fresh fruit and clear spring water before dawn.

Xiangli flew down from Lumaoshi, and came back with a cold morning mist. He looked down and saw that what the imperial army had found were fresh persimmons, grapes, and oranges.

Autumn has already entered the country of Jiang, and it has been cold and cold for days. The grapes and persimmons are covered with icing sugar, and the fruit fragrance is overflowing.

Xiangli Feilu bent over and lifted it, and pushed open the door.

The prohibition formula at the door has not changed in any way, Rong Yi should not have tried to touch it.

There is a half-eaten pancake on the table, and there is another change: only one cup was cracked before, but now two are cracked.

Xiangli Feilu put down his things, looked up, and saw a lump on his bed.

Rong Yi changed her original body, and a large group of fluffy phoenixes rolled around the cup on his bed, unceremoniously occupying the core position, already fast asleep.

In his sleep, the phoenix made whistling sounds from time to time. After listening to it for a while, Xiangli Feilu realized that it was probably the phoenix's snoring.

This person, Rong Yi, is more like a demon than a god, with undeveloped spiritual consciousness and pure ignorance.

He and Peacock are two extremes. Only today, Xiangli Feilu has a vague sense of the truth, or is forced to recognize this fact.

Beside him came a new god who had never come into contact with Jiang Guo.

He moved lightly, put the fresh fruit away, poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, washed them and replaced them with clear spring water.

There was still some time before dawn, Xiangli Feilu heard the sound of birds chirping outside, and looked outside.

The weather is getting colder and colder. There are still some birds in Jiangguo that have not gone south. Together with the pigeons in the pagoda, they often come to the eaves to beg for food, and occasionally snuggle up to people to keep warm.

People in this pagoda often feed them.

Xiangli Feilu casually took out the half cake and wheat that Rongyi left on the table yesterday.

These birds are not afraid of strangers, and they are familiar with him, scrambling to come over, chirping and scrambling for food, a lively and lively scene.

There were some rustling sounds behind him, and the snoring like a phoenix whistle on the bed stopped.

Xiangli Feilu turned his head to look, and saw that Rong Yi buried his head in the feathers and rubbed it, then raised his furry head.

The appearance is like a divine bird, but the voice is still graceful, slightly hoarse and sleepy: "Buddha, you are back."

The birds were still vying to jump on his arms and shoulders, fluffy and crowded, singing crisply.

Rong Yi shook her feathers, tilted her head, and was a little puzzled: "Are they also your birds?"

"The homing pigeons are kept by the royal family. These are just wild sparrows that have never gone south."

Xiangli Feilu said casually.

Rong Yi tilted her head again, shook her feathers, and asked thoughtfully: "Since they are wild, why don't you feed me?"

Xiangli Feilu paused for a moment, and the next moment he saw Rongyi transformed back into a human form.

The young man rubbed his head, with messy black hair, red eyes, and a bit of sleepiness.

He walked towards this side, but instead of looking at Xiangli Feilu, he stared at the birds and squinted his eyes.

At this moment, Xiangli Feilu felt the birds beside him tremble.

The coercion of the phoenix was released silently, and the natural deterrent power of the king of birds made the group of birds feel extremely terrifying pressure, and they didn't dare to stay any longer, instead they scrambled to escape, as if they were fleeing a disaster.

Xiangli Feilu: "..."

Rong Yi is satisfied.

At the same time, he noticed the fruit on the table, his eyes lit up again, and the hostility in his body instantly subsided, which could be said to be able to retract with ease.

He jumped out of the bed barefoot, observed for a while, took a persimmon, bit it with his mouth, and vomited it out again the next moment.

He held the bitten persimmon and looked at Xiangli Feilu: "It's astringent."

"Peel and eat." Xiangli Feilu was patient.

Perhaps because he knew that he was going to leave later, and Rong Yi couldn't get out, it was rare for him to have a bit of patience with this phoenix.

Rong Yi lowered her head and peeled it. The skin of the fresh persimmon was firm and hard to peel. The skin was not peeled off, but the juice was stained on her hand, making it sticky.

"I used to eat prawns, and I had to peel them, but when I was in Brahma, it was Xiaolong who peeled them for me."

Rong Yi thought for a while, then suddenly remembered her "good raising" personality, hesitated for a while, and said: "But, this thing doesn't seem to be really delicious, I'll try another one .”

Xiangli Feilu watched him pick and choose among the rest - apart from crispy persimmons, there were also citrus and grapes, each of which was harder to peel and stickier than the other.

Rong Yi was a little confused.

Xiangli Feilu said softly, "Give it to me."

He stretched out his hand to Rong Yi.

He could recognize that persimmon, it was bought by a peddler who opened an orchard in the east market, and it was the persimmon with the most icing sugar, the juiciest and crispest in the entire royal city.

As early as he could remember, the first time he went to the market with monks from the pagoda to make alms, he met the family.

He was still young at that time, even though he knew that the master in the monastery said it was not begging, but for forming a relationship, he still felt hot and embarrassed.

But he is a born Buddha, and he even wants to walk in the forefront of the monks, because the people of Jiangguo believe in him and love him.At that time, the first door he knocked on was that of the orchard vendor.

They brought them the crisp persimmons that had been prepared. He still remembered the kind and happy smile of the old stall owner at that time, as well as the mantra in his mouth: "Isn't this just the persimmons on the jujube tree? It's a small matter. After the Buddha You must come here often, our fruit is delicious, no worse than others!"

He lowered his eyes and held his sword, peeling persimmons for him.

His hands are very skillful, because he has been handling herbs and treating people all year round. He has a pair of very gentle hands, with slender knuckles, fair skin, and the aroma of flowers and sandalwood.

After peeling and peeling, a head appeared in front of his eyes, Rong Yi seemed to be curious, bumped into him again, looked into his eyes seriously, and even reached out to touch him——

Xiangli Feilu's green eyes had a strange color that he had never seen before, as if sinking into the water illuminated by the sun, a round of emerald green was as gentle as being reflected by the waves.

This kind of tenderness was something he had never seen before.

Xiangli Feilu didn't react this time, but Rongyi did by himself - his fingertips were still stained with persimmon juice.

Xiangli Feilu felt the warm breath approaching, and the soft hair also moved in.

With the breeze blowing, Rong Yi opened her mouth, bit her fingertips lightly, and licked her with her ruddy tongue, leaving a light glow on her skin.

There was a faint sound downstairs, it should be the imperial army coming, ready to send him out of the city.

Rong Yi was still leaning in front of him, her eyes turned to the persimmon, her whole body almost fell forward and fell on the persimmon.

Xiangli Feilu held his breath, took a step back, handed over the freshly peeled persimmons, and said softly, "...it's done."

Rong Yi happily took it over, and now she stood still, and began to gnaw on the persimmons.

Xiangli Feilu glanced out, his voice didn't fluctuate: "I've been going south recently, please stay in the pagoda well. Of course, if the God is not used to it, you can go back to Brahma. Every day someone will come to deliver fresh fruit and Liquan , if God needs anything, you can also let me know in advance."

Rong Yi was happily eating persimmons, but after hearing what Xiangli Feilu said, she also keenly sensed something was wrong: "Aren't you going to let me go together?"

He tilted his head and looked at the spell engraved on the door: "You carved this one yesterday morning. I thought you just didn't want me to get in touch with your Jiang people."

"I told Shangshen that the south is full of dangers. If Shangshen stays here, it will be good for you and me."

Xiangli Feilu took a step outside, and a door separated him from Rongyi.

He thought to himself, the time it would take him to go back and forth - Rong Yi is not a peacock, and he hasn't figured out his details, no matter what he does now, it is difficult to be a perfect strategy.

What a hassle.

Rong Yi also thought about it.

He didn't even chew on persimmons, and said sincerely: "I am very good, and as you can see, I am easy to raise. Since I am your phoenix, I will listen to you. You have to drive away evil spirits and have more people around me." Only a phoenix, there is no harm at all, what do you think?"

He looked at Xiangli Feilu thinking quietly, and seriously suggested: "A phoenix raised by someone will be very obedient, but a phoenix raised by no one may be disobedient. You like the short-lived phoenixes you raise very much. Humans? Or do you like those wild sparrows? You don't like my contact with them, but if I stay here and don't move, I can talk to them like yesterday. Do you like this? I remember you don't right?"

Xiangli Feilu frowned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "You—"

"You see, you have a big temper. I just want to discuss with you..."

Rong Yi was still smiling, but Xiangli Feilu's aura immediately cooled down, and the hand holding the Qingyue Sword glowed white, "You want to move them? Dreaming."

Rong Yi glanced at him.

Xiangli Feilu stood still, still by the door, with a more stern look.

Rong Yi knew that he had changed his mind.

No one can refuse him, including his 36 predecessors.

"God is in the world, you must remember this. In this country, before you, after you, gods, demons and ghosts, all need my attention."

Xiangli Fei Lu said in a deep voice.

Rong Yi wrote it down carefully: "Okay, then can I be with you?"

He tilted his head again, and his messy hair dangled along with it: "Then you can also help me comb my hair."

The voices below are getting closer and closer, Jiang Guodu is waking up from sleep.

Xiangli Feilu was still frowning, and looked down at the formula by the door, but he hadn't started to untie it - Rong Yi stepped out directly.

The young man was wearing an outer shirt randomly, his hair was loose, his eyes were sleepy, he even forgot to put on his shoes, and he walked with his bare feet, his toes were shiny and white, just like every young man from a family who is dissolute .

However, when he took this step, the inscribed powerful rune was induced by karma, and an invisible and powerful wave of air was born at this moment.

Water and fire repel each other, and the air is instantly filled with a compelling sense of anxiety, like a scalding blade, pressing straight to the throat.

A bluegrass plant outside the corridor immediately withered, decayed, and its leaves fell quickly. Immediately afterwards, even the century-old banyan tree in the center of the courtyard withered instantly, yellow replaced green, and the rainwater transpired into scorching fog.

The spell that King Peacock Daming could not break was easily burned to ashes at this moment.

This kind of power made Xiangli Feilu immediately recall Rong Yi's look at the group of birds just now - pure and terrifying karma.

It's not because he can't get out, it's just because he got his tacit approval at this moment.

Under the innocent boy's appearance, there is an incalculable terrifying power.

It is for Mingxing.

Not only those birds, but even Xiangli Feilu himself held his breath unconsciously, and only realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had broken out on his palms when he came back to his senses.

And Rong Yi still tilted her head to look at him, as if she couldn't understand his emotions.

So he thought for a while, then changed back to his original body, flapped his wings and landed on his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, and rubbed him affectionately: "Okay, I remember."