The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

In the tone of Cen Shu's words, there was a strange meaning that could not be explained clearly.

"what?"

Xue Yu was at a loss, why the two of them were talking so well, and the direction started to turn towards the restricted level.

He was about to ask about his former master, when he suddenly remembered that when Cen Shu entered his head for the second time, he seemed to be dizzy...and said some very dangerous words.

Later, Cen Shu didn't mention it again, and he forgot about it. At this time, this person actually remembered it again.

Xue Yu immediately froze on Cen Shu's shoulder.

If the human-shaped trumpet still retains some additional parts of the snow leopard, then his two ears must have stood up by now.

"Uh, oh, that one from before..." He faltered, "Then, it was a long time ago."

After finishing speaking, Xue Yu rubbed against his neck slowly and affectionately, and said flatteringly: "Master has a lot of people, so he won't care about 'before', right?"

Cen Shu didn't make any movement, just remained silent for a while, and said slowly, "No."

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Xue Yu believed what Cen Shu said.

The relationship between him and Cen Shu is now a mess with twists and turns, and there are some things that I dare not think about.

Xue Yu straightened up and was about to tell everyone to go out quickly, but when he turned his head, he found that Zhuang You had shrunk back into the shadows at some point.

Xue Yu: ...Oh no, he forgot about this person again.

Seeing that the two of them had finally finished their dawdling, Zhuang You floated over like a fugue, his face... the expression on his face could no longer be blank anyway.

Xue Yu bit the bullet and looked at him, and said honestly again: "Actually, I am helping people to the end, sending Buddha to the West."

Zhuang You's eyeballs slowly turned to his face, and then he smiled politely: "I know."

On the other side of the Phoenix Terrace, after Xue Yu finished focusing on sex and despising friends, he manipulated the snow leopard to jump into the fence, and the mountains and monks who captured him were all gone.

He tried his best to think back, and found that all his attention was on the human figure at that time, and he didn't pay attention to the noise made by the snow leopard at all.

Fortunately, Jin Yaojue landed in time, since the group of monks came for Jin Yaojue, they must have no time to peel any pheasants at this time, so they just rushed to the landing point.

Xue Yu didn't care about his guilty conscience. After listening for a while, he spread his paws and ran out.

The Phoenix Terrace, which was originally dead and silent, was full of noisy voices at this moment.

This opportunity was once in a thousand years, and the monks who sneaked in with the opportunity of job recruitment before could not miss it, and gathered in the place where the white light disappeared.

Several people were already quite familiar with the planning and layout of the Phoenix Terrace, so they could naturally recognize that the noisy voices were heading towards Fengjiamu's courtyard one after another.

When he passed through unknown empty courtyards along the way, Xue Yu finally realized that something was wrong.

"This yard... is still inhabited during the day, right?" He turned to look at Cen Shu, "It's the little girl whose head was smashed by Feng Jiamu."

The latter nodded slightly, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with Xue Yu, whose core was a cub, calling someone older than him a little girl.

"It's not just this one." Zhuang You's complexion that had just returned to normal became serious again, "At least three of the yards we passed by were inhabited before."

Xue Yu clicked his tongue: "According to what Yang Junlang said before, our current time should be that Feng Jiamu's 19-year-old alchemy ceremony was shrunk in the 'later ten days'. During the day, he is still fifteen or sixteen years old, just three to five years old." Time, these families will all die?"

He didn't dare to believe it, "Even if the life is short, it shouldn't be so short, right?"

No one spoke, and all of them looked into the courtyard with the open door.

Under the dim moonlight, the trees in the yard were withered and weeds were overgrown, with a gloomy and desolate smell, it seemed that no one had lived in it for several months.

They continued to walk forward, passing through several empty courtyards with similar scenes, but the degree of desertion was slightly different.

Zhuang You pondered for a long while, and said firmly: "During the few years of being skipped, something big must have happened to the Phoenix Terrace."

He explained that for a family with a profound heritage like Fenghuang Terrace, even if it is concerned about face, the courtyard will be cleaned frequently when it is vacant, so that it can be kept ready for people to live in at any time.

When Feng Lingshu took Xue Yu and the others to visit the Phoenix Terrace before, the empty courtyards were neat and clean, unlike this time, the air was filled with a lingering decaying smell.

The withering of the descendants and the abandonment of the courtyard shows that the Phoenix Terrace is really down and out at this time, worse than before.

At this time, if someone looks down on the entire Phoenix Terrace from a high altitude, they will find that the huge palace complex looks like a huge black beast, which is quietly dormant on the ground, and there are only a few sporadic lights in it, indicating that the palace is a living place. with people.

Feng Jiamu is the only son of Miao Miao, and the courtyard is also located on the central axis of the building of Fenghuang Terrace.

When a few people arrived there, they saw that the spacious courtyard was almost full of people, because Fengjiamu suddenly jumped the time, causing the monks who originally entered the mansion from young and middle-aged men to be of different ages at this time, at least one-third Lost combat power due to wrong timing.

The other two-thirds of the people had obviously fought with Feng Jiamu, and there were still traces of fierce fighting in the courtyard at this time.

Seeing this scene, Xue Yu and the others did not approach without authorization, but stood cautiously watching from a distance.

At this time, Feng Jiamu was almost the same as when they first met. He stood alone under the eaves, confronting dozens of monks.

The young man was dressed in a golden elixir cultivation base, wearing a big red robe, and his facial features were very gorgeous. Coupled with his arrogant and wanton expression, he was so beautiful that it was shocking.

Xue Yu secretly looked around, and was surprised to find that the mountains were not here.

The Chongming bird is naturally faster by flying than walking, and they were delayed in the room for a while before, and the mountains should have arrived earlier.

Didn't come at this time, did he turn back too much time and fell back into the egg?

Xue Yu felt a chill unconsciously.

They are all on the inheritance side, and there is no need for his tuba to join in the fun. Snow Leopard shrugged his nose, tried to smell the smell of mountains in the air, and ran tentatively in a direction that deviated from the central axis.

Even though he knew that Xue Yu and the others were approaching quietly, Feng Jiamu still didn't express anything special, and didn't even hold him back, just looked at the crowd in front of him with a sneer.

He held two familiar scimitars in his hands, the blades were glowing reddish, obviously he had drunk blood.

Feng Jiamu said suddenly: "Brother, look, so many people have come to snatch this inheritance, and the skills in it are very powerful."

It was only then that Xue Yu noticed that Feng Jiamu was not alone under the eaves.

In the shadows that the moonlight could not reach, Feng Lingshu was standing in the room behind him, playing with a golden colored glaze bead in his hand, there seemed to be clouds in it, and the golden light was faintly floating.

Feng Jiamu said softly: "I will help you protect the Dharma after I clean up these bastards."

The meaning behind the words was to let Feng Lingshu swallow the inheritance of Hongwu Palace!

Feng Jiamu respects and loves his elder brother, if there are powerful exercises that can improve Feng Lingshu's physique as his "blood bag", then it is not surprising that he has such an idea.

Feng Lingshu's aptitude is mediocre, and his cultivation level is also mediocre. Since he was a child, he has been borrowed by his younger brother constantly, and his health is weak, so he must not live long.

Xue Yu's heart moved slightly.

Could it be that Feng Jiamu created this illusion of endless reincarnation just to find a way to change Feng Lingshu's mortal fate like this time?

only……

Xue Yu asked softly: "Master, can people in the illusion inherit the inheritance?"

Cen Shu: "I'm afraid I can't."

After all, the illusion is aimed at the word "illusion", and even the inside is empty, so what can be used to inherit it?

Just like Feng Jiamu keeps going back in time in order to achieve perfection, it's just a mirror image, futile.

But when other people in the courtyard heard what he said, they took it seriously. Immediately, some people rushed forward in twos and threes, and fought with Feng Jiamu who was guarding the door.

Swords, lights and swords flickered in the courtyard, the red clothes were flying, and the red marks on the young man's wrists were flickering. He was actually getting stronger and more courageous as he fought in the restaurant.

Feng Lingshu in the room coughed lightly, and said in a calm tone: "Although I don't necessarily need to learn the exercises, these people trespassing on the Phoenix Terrace are difficult to discern. In this troubled time, let's kill them."

Feng Jiamu smiled flamboyantly: "Okay!"

After all, Feng Jiamu wiped the blade with two fingers together, and the blade energy on it immediately grew several feet, and the red light was bright, and the monk who had no time to dodge in the distance was cut in half neatly.

The blood soaked the ground in the courtyard soft, and there was a sound of wet water when stepped on, which made people sound extremely uncomfortable.

Xue Yu suddenly had an absurd idea, maybe they sneaked in by taking advantage of the opportunity of Fenghuangtai to recruit workers before, and Feng Jiamu was not ignorant, and even said that he did it on purpose to attract them, a group of foreigners, together , to facilitate all in one go.

Feng Jiamu killed people like chopping melons and vegetables. Within a quarter of an hour, most of the monks in the courtyard were dead, and the sound of fighting gradually subsided as the monks died one after another.

"Feng Jiamu!" The man who had fought with Feng Jiamu for several rounds without falling down the peak suddenly opened his opponent's knife, jumped back and shouted abruptly, "The thing you are carrying is the inheritance of my Hongwu Palace, named Jin Yaojue, Jin Yaojue is very domineering, if you want to learn and survive, your brother's qualifications are mediocre, it is absolutely impossible to inherit Jin Yaojue!"

Startled, Xue Yu turned his head and glanced at Cen Shu, who agreed with his statement.

The people of Hongwu Palace also entered this illusion.

He was right when he thought about it again. In the original book, Li Xiuran was carried back to the sect by people from Hongwu Palace almost as soon as he was accepted by the inheritance. It is not surprising that Hongwu Palace sent people into the illusion this time.

"Oh?" Feng Jiamu shook off the blood on the blade, and wrote lightly, "Then what do you do?"

Xue Yu originally thought that those people would probably say something about handing over the inheritance, but he didn't expect that they didn't care about who would get the inheritance, but were more interested in Feng Jiamu, and there was a little bit of talk inside and outside. It means digging someone's corner.

Hongwu Palace has always respected martial arts, and whoever has big fists speaks effectively, so just like the solid-eyed sword idiots in Jianzong, most people in Hongwu Palace are also martial idiots.

Even if it is placed in the realm of fantasy, Feng Jiamu's talent is very proud, so it is not surprising that Hongwu Palace has a heart of cherishing talent.

It was probably the first time that Feng Jiamu was betrayed by someone like this, and he didn't say a word for a while, and even after they said "all martial arts in the world are great martial arts", their expressions still moved a little bit.

"Jiamu." Feng Lingshu's voice came softly from the room.

The young man walked slowly to the eaves, and the clear moonlight emerged from the clouds. After passing through the buffer of the eaves, only a hazy moon shadow remained when it fell on Feng Lingshu.

He covered his lips and asked softly, "What happened?"

Feng Jiamu in the middle of the yard immediately turned his head to look at him, and said with soothing eyes: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, the wavering look on Feng Jiamu's face disappeared without a trace, and he pulled out a saber flower, and the scorching aura on the saber grew violently again: "Okay, let me experience how powerful 'Jiechu Hongwu' is!"

Several people fight together again in a blink of an eye.

On the other side, Snow Leopard also followed the scent of the mountains and found a small courtyard, which was actually a kitchen!

Xue Yu was startled, the lofty mountains would not really be stewed!

"Brother Xiaoshan!" He raised his voice and yelled.

The crowing of the Chongming bird came from the courtyard: "Here, here!"

The cry was extremely loud and penetrating, and it echoed slightly when it collided with the surrounding mountain walls.

Almost in the next second, the skyline suddenly turned white, and sunlight extended from the distant land.

When the rooster declared white, no one else in the room responded to the announcement, only the two sons of the Feng family looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Zhuang You's expression changed suddenly: "Chongshan!"

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and flew towards the source of the sound.

Zhuang You couldn't understand the cry of Chongshan Junling without speaking human words. When he suddenly heard the cry of a bird, he must have thought that Chongshan Junling was in danger.

Xue Yu's comforting words got stuck in his throat, he didn't say yes, and he didn't say no, so he had to follow along with Cen Shu.

Here, the snow leopard only saw a black, unknown thing flying out of the kitchen courtyard door, with a piece of the same black, unknown thing in its mouth.

Seeing Xue Yu excitedly, he said, "Hurry up and find them! I found something good!"

Xue Yu looked at the bird's butt, and said in a very pitiful tone: "Don't look for it."

Unaware that he was already very dangerous, Gao Shanjun tilted the bird's head in doubt: "Huh?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuang You, who looked anxious, had already approached.

He saw a scorched black bird next to the snow leopard, and yelled "Chongshan!" in horror, and took the bird into his arms.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong with this grasp, and slowly distanced himself from the high mountains, looking suspiciously at the feathers on his body.

Chong Shan Junling still didn't notice the breeder's mistake, and threw the thing in his mouth into Zhuang You's arms, and said as if asking for credit: "Look, Zhuang You! This thing is the same as the book last time!"

Zhuang You looked at the thing in his hand, it was a piece of coke the size of a palm.

He wiped off the black ash on Chongming's body again, and found that it was not a trace of being scorched by someone, but just got into the coal pile and was stained with carbon ash.

Zhuang You's hanging heart sank, and he let out a long breath like the rest of his life.

The mountains and mountains were still pushing towards his arms, and the black carbon ash was all over his body.

Seeing that Zhuang You wanted to copy the soles of the shoes, Xue Yu hurried up to persuade him: "Oh, oh, brother Xiaoshan is still a child, forget it."

"Besides, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. There was so much movement just now, I'm afraid people will come here soon."

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Zhuang You also gave up beating the children on the spot, and several people took the coke they found from the high mountains, jumped out of the wall of Fenghuang Terrace and went into the mountains.

On the way, Xue Yu explained to Gao Shanjun what happened to them at the Phoenix Terrace in a few words.

When he heard that Feng Jiamu had obtained the inheritance, Chong Shan Junling said excitedly that he would go to fight him again and snatch the inheritance for Zhuang You.

"You can't force it." Zhuang You tugged on the tail of the mountain, and then glanced in Cen Shu's direction after speaking.

The snow leopard was still rubbing against Cen Shu's body, and Zhuang You Piao looked at it a little inexplicably.

But he didn't explain anything, he just took out the piece of coke and said, "Let's take a look at what's inside."

After a familiar pull, everyone fell into Feng Jiamu's memory again.

This time, the place in my memory looks familiar.

Everyone looked at each other, "It's Feng Lingshu's residence."

There was only the sound of light footsteps outside, followed by the "click" sound of the lock being opened.

Outside the opened courtyard door, Feng Jiamu's figure was revealed.

At this time, Feng Jiamu looked a few years younger than when he was in the alchemy ceremony, his childishness had almost faded away, there was still a well-hidden gloomy color between his brows, his whole body seemed to sink suddenly, and he was different from the unrestrained red before. The image of a boy in clothes is very different.

Holding a several-layered food box in his hand, he walked past the people in the small courtyard and stood in front of the door of the inner room.

Surprisingly, Feng Jiamu didn't open the door directly, but made a handprint in the air.

There was a red glow on the wooden door, and he pushed the door open.

Xue Yu was surprised: "Formation?"

They looked at each other and followed Feng Jiamu into the door.

Sure enough, Feng Lingshu was inside, he still looked so weak, standing by the desk, writing.

Seeing Feng Jiamu coming in, he put down his brush and smiled at his younger brother, "Jiamu."

"Brother." Feng Jiamu put the food box on the table, walked towards Feng Lingshu, and asked as he walked, "What did you write today?"

Feng Lingshu stepped aside to show Feng Jiamu.

"It's pretty." Feng Jiamu said softly, "Tell someone to frame it later."

Feng Lingshu smiled helplessly: "You have already framed a lot, and I will not be able to hang it here."

"It can be hung up." Feng Jiamu said stubbornly, "It can be hung up as much as possible."

"Okay." Feng Lingshu smiled, and touched the top of Feng Jiamu's head, "Let's go eat."

The two of them put out the cups and cups in the food box together, and sat at the table to eat in a very accustomed manner.

After looking at it for a while, Xue Yu hesitated and said, "...Isn't it what I thought? Feng Jiamu gave Feng Lingshu to that?"

Zhuang You: "Well..."

Xue Yu: "Wow! Exciting!"

Orthopedics plus a small black room, will they have a forced love soon!

Cen Shu glanced at him coolly.

Rounding off is to say hello in front of the elders, Xue Yu hesitated: "Ah no, mine, I don't have it."

He justly and sternly criticized: "You actually committed the crime! Feng Jiamu is simply too much!"

After finishing speaking, Xue Yu rubbed flatteringly on Cen Shu again.

Cen Shu didn't say anything, just reached out and pinched the back of his neck.

On the side, Gaoshan Junling stared at the two of them with wide eyes, envious of his Brother Leopard's ability to avoid beatings, so he tentatively rubbed Cen Shu twice.

However, before the man touched him, Zhuang You lifted the bird's long neck like a goose. The other party gave him a cold look and threatened, "Break the leg."

Mountains and mountains: "???"

Why is his pet relationship different from others? !

While playing, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the courtyard door.

Both real and fake people in the room raised their heads and looked out the door.

It was a strange boy who ran over. He was panting and sweating, and he obviously ran all the way here.

Feng Jiamu put down his chopsticks in displeasure: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm here!"

The boy's face was pale, his expression was extremely frightened, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jiamu seemed to have guessed something, but his expression gradually calmed down.

The little servant trembled and said, "Second master...Third, third master...and——"

"I see." Feng Jiamu interrupted him, almost uncontrollably looking at Feng Lingshu.

Sensing his gaze, Feng Lingshu was a little surprised and said, "What's wrong?"

He glanced at the servant in the court, and said with a gentle smile, "Why are you sweating so much? Come in and have a sip of tea."

The servant shook his head frantically, and gave Feng Lingshu an ugly smile.

The screen turned again, before the surrounding scenery could be seen clearly, there was a wave of heat blowing towards us first.

Xue Yu was surprised to find that this time the memory had changed to Feng Jiamu's own courtyard, and the entire Phoenix Terrace was bathed in a sea of ​​flames.

Tongues of swallowing flames spread all over the sky, and a woman's ethereal singing came from nowhere.

There are strange rootless fires everywhere, and there is no trace of oily smell in the air, but it can ignite the jade floor tiles like a candle.

This is definitely no ordinary fire.

Even if the scene in their memory could not hurt them, Xue Yu and the others could still feel the heat of the fire, even the soles of their feet were hot.

Feng Jiamu was lying in the burning main hall. He didn't seem to be injured, but for some reason he didn't escape.

Sparks landed on Feng Jiamu's red robe, and the red glow instantly engulfed him completely.

Amidst the crackling sound of burning wood and cracking jade, Fengjiamu, which had been scorched black, murmured hoarsely: "Why... why isn't it right..."

After the crisp sound of beams breaking on the roof, the entire roof collapsed and buried him.

The morning breeze blows away the choking smell, and the memory in the charcoal ends here.

When they returned to the green mountains and forests, they felt that there was still a burning red in front of them.

At this time, the sun jumped up completely from the horizon. Looking down at the Phoenix Terrace from the mountainside, one can see the golden sunlight shining on the same golden roof, which has a magnificent beauty that is not like the world.

A silver ribbon is wrapped around the mountains, and behind the phoenix-shaped kissing beast, there is a shimmering brilliance.

Xue Yu seemed to have not recovered from the flames, and murmured: "This really corresponds to the sentence...'Phoenix swims on the Phoenix Terrace, and the Phoenix goes to the Taikong and the river flows by itself'."

Zhuang You beside him asked doubtfully, "You know how to compose poetry?"

"Ah?" Xue Yu finally realized that there should be no Li Bai in this world of cultivating immortals.

He glanced at Cen Shu reflexively, and saw that the other person's expression was similar to that of Zhuang You's, as if he had heard this poem before.

"No, I didn't write it. I read it—from somewhere else." Xue Yu explained casually, feeling a little puzzled about Cen Shu.

Wouldn't this guy be illiterate before time travel? He's never even heard of Li Bai?

Zhuang You asked: "Where is it? Fengjiamu study?"

Xue Yu perfunctorily murmured a few words to fool him, and when he heard him praise the neatness of the poem, he suddenly thought of something.

In the original book, the practice of cultivating immortals was carried out by all people, and after a complete system of cultivating immortals was formed, and because not everyone is really suitable for cultivating immortals, some people did not build a foundation until they died of old age, and they stopped at two hundred years old.

The world of cultivating immortals gradually divided into two factions, "Xianfu" and "Xuefu", which is a bit like the modern Wenlu Zhibei

The Immortal Mansion pays attention to cultivating immortals and body, while the Academy focuses on cultivating the mind and self.

Although Li Xiuran is a gangster, but because our country's nine-year compulsory education system is implemented quite well, he can still recite a few poems by poets.

After crossing, Li Xiuran shocked the Xuefu school into heaven with the song "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns".

Later, he used several poems familiar to modern people to consolidate his position in the school.

This kind of Wenchaogong novels were once all the rage. Of course, Li Xiuran was not like those moral Wenchaogong protagonists who put the names of Taibai and Zimei on the poems he copied. It was a burst of anger.

But now that he has passed through ahead of time, can he be a step ahead of Li Xiuran and let these ancient poets become famous in the world of cultivating immortals?

He looked at the nearby mountains, rocks, vegetation, and suddenly had an idea.

"Master, do you think that if I take the stone out here, will it be regarded as a stone from hundreds of years ago?"

Cen Shu looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Xue Yu squatted on the ground and said to himself poking the stone: "Should it be possible? The essence is the stone of this era."

Chong Shan Junling came over and looked at the stone in his hand, and asked, "What are you doing? Are you stupid?"

"I'm very poetic." Xue Yu explained solemnly.

He went to find a few big stones, engraved a short poem on them with spiritual energy covering his fingertips, and signed Li Bai's name carefully.

Chong Shanjun squeezed over: "This is wrong, it's all typos."

Xue Yu pushed his head away and said with disgust, "You don't understand."

He carved several pieces with his left hand and right hand alternately, and forced the mountains and snow leopards to carve for him with their paws.

Cen Shu originally thought that his apprentice was having fun again, so he just stood beside him helplessly and did not stop, listening to Zhuang You talk about the key points of that memory just now.

But when Xue Yu recited the poem word by word, and let the mountains engrave it, his expression changed little by little.

He suddenly turned around, raised his sleeves and sucked the stones carved by Xue Yu into his hands, glanced at them with lowered eyes, and then asked in a low voice: "Who taught you?"

Cen Shu took a deep breath as if he couldn't bear it, raised his head again, and looked at Xue Yu expressionlessly: "Who taught you to write like this?"

"I-taught by myself...?" Xue Yu thought that Cen Shu was offended by his own lack of education due to the interruption from before, so he had to say cautiously, "...I didn't learn well, or Master will teach me again?"

The main reason is that he really doesn't know how to write traditional Chinese characters!

Cen Shu was about to say something more, but suddenly the figures of these people changed again.

Xue Yu's expression froze: "Feng Jia——"

Before he finished speaking, his body shape changed for the second time within a few seconds!

Only then did Xue Yu spit out the second half of the sentence: "Woo—"

Immediately afterwards, several people were seen as ghosts and animals, and they changed five or six times in a row.

Everyone: "..."

Xue Yu couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled in the direction of the Phoenix Terrace: "Is it over—"

There was only a soft "srust", and the young man's voice stopped abruptly.

The robe that Xue Yu was wearing on his body quietly fell to the ground like clothes without support, piled up into a messy ball.

The deadly silence lasted for several seconds, and time did not continue to jump.

At this time, there was a breeze blowing in the mountains and forests, and the leaves rubbed against each other to make a soft "rustle" sound. The bundle of clothes on the ground was blown open, and there was nothing inside.

The author has something to say: Xue Yu (takes notes): Acting like a baby is useful, so do it more in the future.