The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

After just sleeping, the master who was still rubbed by others grew up.

Xue Yu was guilty and aggrieved, so he was outrageous, so who could he turn to to reason with this?

He raised his head and took a closer look at Cen Shu who was not far away, and another swear word stuck in his throat.

Even if he grows up, Cen Shu is still a foundation builder!At this moment, he looked only a year or two older than his humanoid trumpet, how could he be able to build a foundation!

To be able to build a foundation at this age before the action of the Qing Dynasty is really more popular than others!

Xue Yu angrily manipulated Snow Leopard to walk to Cen Shu's side, bumping into Cen Shu just like yesterday.

However, when it hit—it didn't move, and hit again—Cen Shu still didn't move, only the lacquer hair draped over his shoulders shook slightly. If there was no wind at this time, Xue Yu would not have been able to notice.

Cen Shu, who was in the foundation building period, was extremely stable, and Xue Leopard's strength was no different from being coquettish in his opinion.

The man had turned his back to everyone, staring intently at a half-person-high remote viewing mirror in front of him, and he was not angry when he saw the snow leopard making trouble, so he just scratched his neck casually.

The adult Xue Zhiyu was indeed tall and mighty, her shoulders were almost at the same level as Cen Shu's shoulders at this time.

But he was scratched by a few slender fingers so that his eyes narrowed, his butt sank, and he sat on the ground with a "slap" like a good dog. His long and thick tail wrapped around the young man's thin waist uncontrollably.

Xue Yu who was sitting on the ground at the same time: "..."

Zhuang You was still holding the mountain in one hand, so he had to use the other hand to pull Xue Yu's arm, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Haven't you woken up yet?"

"I stepped on a rock!" Xue Yu hurriedly got up before Cen Shu turned his head, and changed the subject abruptly, "What did you just say?"

Zhuang You glanced suspiciously at the bare ground: "...Oh, I mean, my body has changed from yesterday after waking up, and I'm afraid it will change every day after that."

He glanced at the two of them, and added: "It doesn't stick to backtracking or backtracking."

It turns out that in this secret realm, every morning when you get up, you have to roll the dice to decide how old you are today.

Thank you for the invitation, the old African chieftain, if you can be hardened, you will never bet on your face.

Xue Yu nodded seriously: "Then I won't sleep in the future." Anyway, Golden Core Stage can also meditate for rest.

Zhuang You seemed to be choked by him, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "It's a strange idea."

In the original setting, the monk's appearance will not change after the golden core stage. Judging from Cen Shu's appearance, he is probably a golden core formed at the age of 25 or six.

However, this person is nearly a thousand years old at least, and after rolling the dice twice, he is still underage. His face is probably several degrees darker than Xue Yu's.

Xue Yu didn't dislike Cen Shu's cultivation. The Foundation Establishment Stage was always lower than his Golden Core Stage, so he could be bullied, but it might not be possible in the future!

Who cares about the affairs of the future, the waste of time is day by day!

Thinking in this way, his evil came out of his guts, and he killed Cen Shu again.

When he got closer, Xue Yu realized that although Cen Shu of this age looked quite immature, with a slender waist and a thin back, his stature was actually very tall, already reaching Xue Yu's shoulders at this time.

While he was sighing about how dangerous it was, he wouldn't dare to do it when he was older, and put his hands on Cen Shu's shoulders, resting his chin on top of the man's head, the height was actually quite appropriate.

Cen Shu's hair was cold, and a few strands of hair curled up as if he hadn't slept, just scratching Xue Yu's neck, making him itchy again.

He rubbed hard on the top of Cen Shu's head again, and seemed to feel comfortable rubbing. When he spoke again, he let out a long, lazy voice: "Looking at the mirror? What is Master looking at?"

Cen Shu, who was being embraced, seemed to froze for a moment, but when he realized it was him, he slowly relaxed.

"Phoenix Terrace." Cen Shu uttered three words lightly, and pushed a mirror to raise it up for Xue Yu to see.

Zhuang You also came over: "This saves us the trouble of exploring by ourselves."

After all, they were five idiots making a big fuss about knotting Dan Dian yesterday, and each of them had different looks than the other, so it was really not suitable for them to go out and show their faces.

In the round looking mirror, there is a group of glorious palaces shrouded in mist, overlooking dozens of palaces, occupying a large area among the mountains.

The main hall has red walls and golden tiles, and the corners of the eaves are upturned. The beasts on the roof are all in the shape of phoenixes, shining golden in the sun, almost flying into the sky.

Even if mortals 800 years ago still lived in houses made of mud and stones, the dominant family of cultivators could already build such a majestic palace.

Xue Yu crossed his hands in front of Cen Shu's chest, hanging on Cen Shu's back like a pocket: "Come closer and have a look!"

Cen Shu's originally straight back was slightly bent, but he didn't stop this blatant bullying behavior. He just calmly manipulated the remote viewing mirror to let everyone look down at the surrounding scenery of the palace group, and the picture appeared again. The front door of the "Phoenix Terrace" plaque comes.

He explained that his cultivation level is not high now, and if he looked at the mirror from a distance and peeked in, he might be discovered, so he had to fix the mirror at the gate and wait for the rabbit.

Xue Yu asked again: "Did Master see Feng Jiamu?"

Cen Shu shook his head: "I've been watching for half an hour. Everyone who enters and exits the mansion is dressed as servants."

Xue Yu was suspicious: "Aren't they still at the place where the grand ceremony was held yesterday?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the scene in the mirror had turned into an open space. Looking at the direction of the mountain, it was indeed the place where they watched the Fengjiamu Alchemy Ceremony. But at this time, not only was there no one there, even the tall The white jade platform is gone.

Xue Yu was a little disappointed. Just as Cen Shu was about to turn around and return to the gate, Zhuang You said, "Wait!"

"It's a bit strange..." Zhuang You pondered, "Is the Immortal Chief sure that this is where it was yesterday?"

When Cen Shu answered affirmatively, he hesitated and said, "But the mountains, rocks, vegetation here are obviously a little different from yesterday..."

It was said that Xue Yu also went to look at the plants and trees in the mirror, but after all, he didn't have the ability to remember with a photographic memory, so he couldn't see it after looking at it for a long time.

"That's all." Zhuang You said, "Probably my memory is wrong."

Cen Shu was noncommittal, looked into the mirror and just as soon as the gate of Phoenix Terrace appeared in the mirror, he saw two children in red walking out of the gate holding hands.

One of them is older, about seven or eight years old, and the one holding her hand may only be four or five years old. Both of them are beautiful and very cute.

This age can't help but make Xue Yu a little alert. He frowned and looked at it for a few seconds. The more he looked, the more he felt that the two children were a little familiar: "Do you think..."

"It's him! It's him!" Gao Shanjun, who had been as quiet as a chicken, suddenly yelled, "The little one is the grandson who fought with me!"

Zhuang You had already copied the soles of his shoes, and "slapped" him on the ass of the mountain.

Chong Shan Junling screamed and said: "If you don't believe me, look at his wrist! I noticed it yesterday. There is a red birthmark on his right wrist!"

Looking at the mirror from a distance, the sun is shining brightly. A four or five year old boy in red is wearing a red bunt, showing half of his arm like a lotus root, and there is a scarlet birthmark on his right wrist.

The color is much brighter than ordinary birthmarks. If it weren't for the mountains and mountains saying that it was a birthmark, people might think it was a red thread tied around the wrist.

The boy Lang Lang who was fighting with them yesterday turned into a child today, which made people gasp.

A horrifying guess drilled into Xue Yu's head: "It's not just our time that is changing, the time in this illusion is also changing, right?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Xue Yu touched his chest, then went to look at the big blue and white porcelain bowl he put under the tree.

Sure enough, the pancakes that the old man gave him yesterday were gone, and the unfinished melon seeds in the bowl were gone!

No wonder the high platform is gone, Zhuang You still feels that the vegetation is not right, it turns out that the time of the illusion has been completely rewinded!

Xue Yu rescued the high mountains from Zhuang You's hands in disbelief, and carried them to the remote viewing mirror: "Look with your four eyes, is Feng Jiamu's soul body the one you saw yesterday?"

"I can't see from here..." Chong Shan Junling was beaten without a trace of temper, "I have to look at him directly."

Since time went back, the people in the illusion must not know what they disturbed Fengjiamu's alchemy ceremony yesterday, and everyone didn't intend to sit here and watch the monitor, and killed them directly down the mountain.

The Fenghuangtai palace group is built in the mountains, and the villages are all outside the mountains.

The two boys did not go to the village where Xue Yu took pancakes yesterday, but went in the opposite direction.Rafting across a narrow river at the foot of the mountain, there is a bustling town on the other side of the river.

This town is also the same as the poor village yesterday. There is a white jade archway at the entrance, and there are three large lacquered gold characters written "Phoenix Collection".

It seems that the area around these mountains is under the jurisdiction of Phoenix Terrace.

There are many people on the street, but it is quite lively, and the roofs are no longer thatched, which is not much different from the scenery after 800 years.

A few people hung behind the two children far away, and Gao Shanjun said with a droopy head, "It's him."

Is it really Feng Jiamu?

Xue Yu was really puzzled, if he was the master of this illusion, he had formed the alchemy yesterday, but today he went back in time and turned into a kid, why?

But Cen Shu suddenly said: "He has already drawn Qi into his body."

Others take a closer look, don't they?Such a young child is already in the Qi training period!

Xue Yu couldn't help but glanced at Cen Shu.

Feng Jiamu formed alchemy at the age of 19, and Cen Shu should have been at the age of 25. Both of them practiced in the era when the aura was thin. From this point of view, Feng Jiamu's aptitude is even better than Cen Shu's!

As expected of a person who can create such a big illusion, it is indeed very powerful.

Since the younger one is Feng Jiamu, the older one is indeed Feng Jiamu's eldest brother.

It is probably because there are always a small number of geniuses in the sky. Although the eldest son is older, he is just a mortal who has not drawn his breath into his body.

Under the pale skin of the eldest son, light blue blood vessels were faintly exposed. Compared with the thin Fengjiamu, he was tightly wrapped in several layers of underwear, and the dark red coat only made him worse. Looking sick, there is already the shadow of the sick young man yesterday in his brows.

Feng Jiamu didn't have the wanton and arrogance of the red-clothed boy yesterday, he just hung on his elder brother's forearm, sticky and acting like a spoiled child.

That posture is like a full child, which makes people wonder whether Feng Jiamu has erased his own memory when going back in time.

Over there, Feng Jiamu, who was watching by the clay figurine stall, suddenly paused.

"...What's the matter?" The eldest son asked while pinching his younger brother's hand.

The crowd was a little far away from Feng Jiamu and the two, and the street was very noisy, so their voices were indistinct and could not be heard clearly.

I saw Feng Jiamu stopped looking at the clay figurine, and threw his mouth into his brother's arms, muttering softly, "There are a lot of annoying little bugs."

The eldest son lowered his head to search, and sure enough, he saw a small bump on his younger brother's tender lotus-like forearm, and the skin turned red from his scratching.

The eldest son took out some ointment from his bosom and wiped it on carefully, then blew on it, and comforted him softly: "There is plenty of water near the river, so there are more mosquitoes. After applying the ointment, it will be fine. Jiamu can't scratch it any more. do you know?"

Although he is still young, he speaks in a low voice, with gentle eyes, and takes good care of his younger brother, just like a little adult.

Feng Jiamu, who was as tall as a carrot head, was buried in his brother's clothes and refused to get up, humming dissatisfiedly.

Everyone knew the young masters of Phoenix Terrace, and from time to time passers-by gave out good-natured laughter.

"The relationship between the two sons is really good!"

The eldest son smiled shyly at him, then patted his younger brother on the back: "Get up, everyone is laughing at you."

Feng Jiamu rolled his eyes, with a naive and sly look on his face, he raised his arms high: "Then brother will blow it up for me again."

"You're really..." The Eldest Young Master blew for the Little Ancestor, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and then the two continued to walk forward.

The brothers and sisters respectfully watched this scene, and the people behind them were speechless for a while.

Xue Yu was expressionless: "Sir, give me an analysis?"

Zhuang You's face was paralyzed: "Mr. can't analyze it."

He patted the lofty mountains in his arms: "Is Feng Jiamu really the core of this place?"

At this time, Chongshan Junling had already been beaten out of his rebellious mentality, and screamed: "Believe it or not!"

"You think I'll go up and beat up Feng Jiamu now, and force him to ask where his inheritance is, will he tell me...?" Xue Yu hesitated.

In the final analysis, they all came here for inheritance.

Cen Shu glanced at Xue Yu like a fool, but ignored him.

Xue Yu had a very headache, and really wanted to fast-forward to the night and roll the dice again, let Cen Shu roll out a big one, crush Feng Jiamu with his cultivation base, directly tear the so-called master's secret, figure out where the inheritance is, they take it and leave , never entangled.

Zhuang You pondered for a while, then suddenly walked to the side of the fish vendor, squatted down on the ground and carefully picked up the fish.

The stall owner saw that he was well dressed, probably someone who could afford the money, so he had a good attitude.

Zhuang You asked about the fish for a while, and then said casually: "By the way, the sun rose a few hours earlier in the place where I live yesterday. Did you see it?"

"Rise the sun earlier?" The peddler was at a loss, "No, how could the sun rise earlier?"

Zhuang You half mocked: "Is it because you were too sleepy that you didn't see it?"

The peddler looked a little annoyed: "We will row out to set up nets before the hour when we leave the river. Even if it comes out at the end of the day, I can see it!"

Seeing this, Zhuang You hurriedly comforted him: "Oh, I probably fainted from a dream!"

After all, he quickly picked out a fish and pointed it to the peddler.

Although the peddler was a little unhappy when he told him about it for no reason, he didn't say anything when he saw that Zhuang You was really buying fish.

The two paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. Before leaving, Zhuang You suddenly slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot that my little nephew will have a full moon wine at the end of the month. What day is it today?"

"What day is today?" The peddler repeated in a daze.

Zhuang You smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, I forgot to read the calendar before going out today."

"What day is today?"

"What day is today?"

The smile on Zhuang You's face slowly disappeared, and he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the peddler in front of him.

"What day is today?"

I saw the peddler, who was still kind just now, repeating the same sentence strangely like a tape recorder.

He stood stiffly on the spot, staring straight at Zhuang You with a pair of dull eyes, with a very gloomy expression on his face.

Xue Yu and the others also gathered around Zhuang You, and asked cautiously, "What's going on?"

I saw that the street that was still bustling just now could hear a needle drop in an instant.

Passers-by, whether they were walking, buying or selling things, or frolicking, stopped what they were doing, stood in place, and turned their heads in the direction of them from all directions. Hundreds of pairs of eyes and hundreds of gazes were all focused on them. .

All had that similar grim look on their faces, as if they were wearing skins poured from the same mould.

Xue Yu's scalp tingled from being stared at, and goosebumps crawled up his arms as if they were electrified.

I saw their pitch-black eyeballs rolling like two bottomless black holes.They opened their bright red mouths to outsiders, and hundreds of dull voices rumbled at the same time:

"What day is today--?"

A hundred meters away, Feng Jiamu suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth and let out a sneer.

Whether it's laughter or expressions, it's very inconsistent to appear on the face of such a four or five-year-old child.

"...Jiamu?" The eldest son turned his head to look at his younger brother, and asked with gentle eyebrows, "Is your arm itchy again?"

"No."

The cold expression on Feng Jiamu's face instantly faded away.

He held his brother's hand in his hands, and rubbed his soft cheek on the back of his hand cherishingly.

"It doesn't itch anymore."

The author has something to say: I edited yesterday’s picture and changed a setting. Eating food from the secret area is equivalent to not eating. Changing to the secret area makes me feel full after eating.

(I made a copy directly to make them kiss reasonably and legally[.)