The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

At this time, the sky is bright, and the budding peach blossoms at night have gradually opened. When the breeze blows gently, a fragrant fragrance will blow into the open window and fill the room.

There are many peach blossoms planted in the yard, so the fragrance is so strong that it is a bit cloying.

But Feng Jiamu stayed in the room, only felt that the only thing lingering in his nose was the inexplicable smell of his brother, which overwhelmed the fragrance in the room.

The group of monks that he troubled in the courtyard before had been completely suppressed by the vice-patriarch Feng who arrived later, more than half of them were killed, and a lesser half escaped.

After enduring it for so long, finally there will be a long period of time, and Feng Jiamu doesn't have to worry about being disturbed by those annoying little bugs again, which makes him very comfortable.

At this time, Feng Jiamu had already washed off the blood on his body, and changed into new clothes again. He hoped to talk to Feng Lingshu, and his tone was imperceptibly humble and earnest: "Shall I protect my brother?"

He naturally asked Feng Lingshu this way in the last reincarnation, but the latter refused.

This time, thanks to Xiao Chongzi, who explained to him what was in this inheritance, even if he was as cautious as Feng Lingshu, there should be no reason to refuse.

From Feng Jiamu's point of view, with such a powerful martial art by his side, Feng Lingshu would never die early due to overdrawing his life.

Feng Lingshu played with the golden ball on his fingertips, his expression was inexplicable: "Didn't the monk say that Jin Yaojue is extremely overbearing, you can cultivate it, but if I want to cultivate it, I will explode and die."

"I will definitely protect my brother!" Feng Jiamu said eagerly, "I have already learned the blood contract art, when the time comes, the blood contract will be reversed and I will lend you my life!"

After he said this, he knelt down beside Feng Lingshu's stool, rested his head on Feng Lingshu's thigh lightly, rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand on his knee, and begged in a low voice: "I want to talk to brother together forever."

Feng Lingshu lowered his eyes and touched his head on his lap, and sighed helplessly: "Silly boy."

Feng Jiamu raised his head to look at him, as if he couldn't believe it: "...you agreed?"

Feng Lingshu looked at his younger brother for a long while, then suddenly smiled.

Young people often smile, Feng Jiamu has seen it countless times, but no smile can make him feel so happy like this time.

"I also want to be with Jiamu forever." The man said with a smile.

Feng Jiamu stared at him blankly, and whispered with his lips moving, "...say it again."

"I also want to be with Jiamu forever."

Feng Jiamu muttered to himself, almost subconsciously going back in time, looking at Feng Lingshu's smiling face over and over again; listening to him repeating these words in the rustling peach-scented wind.

"...I also want to..."

"……together forever……"

"...Tong Jiamu will always be here..."

After countless times, the young man on his knee seemed to be finally satisfied. He held Feng Lingshu's palm with both hands, with a crying and smiling expression, but his eyes were too dry to shed tears.

He's been waiting for so long... Fortunately, it's finally here.

Suddenly, the obsessive look on Feng Jiamu's face faded away, he raised his head, and looked towards a certain green mountain outside the window as if facing a formidable enemy.

"I'll leave for a while." Feng Jiamu withdrew his gaze, rubbed the back of Feng Lingshu's hand for a while, then stood up, and said softly, "I'll help my brother learn this spell when I come back in a while."

Feng Lingshu didn't ask him, but just smiled and said, "Okay."

It happened so suddenly that even the mighty Cen Shu didn't react and did a stupid thing.

He actually called out meaninglessly: "...Xiao Yu?"

Over there, Feng Jiamu manipulated the secret realm to make multiple jumps, and Cen Shu stayed at the age of a child.

But no matter how low his spiritual power was, he could still instantly sense that the pile of clothes in front of him was empty, and there was no one there.

Zhuang You on the side was also taken aback. He was fixed at the age of 25 or [-], which was almost the same age as when he entered this secret realm.

He hurriedly squatted down and rummaged through his clothes a few times, and said in shock, "Why is there no one?!"

It's just a jump in time, even if you go back to the time of a baby, it won't be so strange, but how can a large living person disappear out of thin air?

Could it be that he fell back into his mother's womb?

Zhuang You was puzzled, subconsciously looked in the direction of the lofty mountains, and broke into a cold sweat in an instant.

gone!The two small animals next to the stone disappeared!

Zhuang You suddenly got up and rushed over there.

Before he reached the place, he saw a ball of white flowers floating up and falling into Cen Shu's palm, and Zhuang You also saw the egg the size of an adult's palm left on the ground.

Zhuang You instantly relaxed: "It's an egg."

The snow leopard, which was the size of an adult's palm, was held up by Cen Shu in front of his eyes.

His glazed pupils met his four eyes, and a snow-white and petite young leopard cub was reflected in Cen Shu's dark eyes.

Dade is missing!

Xue Yu's heart thumped, and the time went back to the time when he hadn't cultivated the incarnation outside his birth!

How could he fool Cen Shu with this thing? !Are you saying that you have actually become a fertilized egg? !

The snow leopard gave a cautious "ow" at the person.

Cen Shu exhaled lightly, an expression that Xue Yu didn't understand appeared on his childish face.

In the next second, an astonishing aura erupted from Cen Shu's body. His body grew steadily higher and higher, and his bones made crackling sounds due to this rapid growth.

The whole body is full of good luck, and there are only a few ethereal "click" sounds from a very far distance above the head, as if something is broken.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dark opening in the bright blue sky, and the stars were faintly visible.

It was as if there was another sky beyond the sky, and the sky over there was now night.

In the blink of an eye, Cen Shu had recovered his appearance and cultivation level before entering the secret realm.

Only now did Xue Yu realize that if Cen Shu wanted to, the entire illusion would be wiped out in an instant.

This person came in, really just to play with his apprentice and pets.

Cen Shu moved his fingers, and the snow-white clothes floated over him automatically.

Facing the Phoenix Terrace, he lifted his cuffs, and the Galaxy was already floating in front of him.

The spiritual energy swayed again, and the cause and effect of heaven poured on the chessboard from the crack on the top of the head, and the criss-crossing lines on the board shone with light.

The black and white two sons appeared out of thin air and landed on two intersection points.

Cen Shu stretched out his hand to grab the top of the disk, and when he opened his palm again, two items appeared inside.

A red candle and a long-lived lock.

Zhuang You held Chongming's egg in his arms, and tentatively said: "This is also..."

Cen Shu didn't answer, just nodded at the center of his eyebrows.

At the same time, Xue Yu felt his head go numb, and several images suddenly appeared in his mind.

A courtyard in Phoenix Terrace.

The servants were in a hurry, coming and going in and out of the room. Pots of steaming bloody water were brought out and replaced with new water.

A man who was no longer young was sitting by the bed, holding the hand of the woman on the bed, and constantly infusing spiritual energy to her.

The man next to him, Xue Yu, knew that he was the father of the two sons of the Feng family. The person on the bed must be Feng Jiamu's biological mother, and it was self-evident who was going to be born at this time.

"Patriarch, Patriarch, use your strength! I can already see the child's head!" The midwife shouted from the side.

The beautiful woman on the bed was covered in sweat, but her face was still rosy, and her expression was quite calm.

For the women of their Phoenix Terrace, having a child is not the gate of hell, it is for the child.

Fortunately, their husband and wife are both top-notch in cultivation and talent, and they have made sufficient preparations for this delivery.

Amidst the broken voice of the midwife, there was only a loud cry of a baby, and the scorching spiritual energy suddenly surged, causing everyone to stumble.

The heirs of the Phoenix Terrace were already born with spiritual power, but there was only one with such strong spiritual power at birth, and this was the only one for thousands of years.

Regardless of the injuries on her body, the midwife got up and cut the baby's umbilical cord and wrapped it carefully. She held it in front of the couple with a very excited expression: "Congratulations to the head of the family and the deputy head of the family! The young master will definitely be the pillar of our Phoenix Terrace in the future!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the baby's originally loud and clear crying sound suddenly weakened, and the surging spiritual power disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was just a dream.

The midwife was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground, and said in horror, "What's the matter, young master?"

The surrounding scenery becomes blurred, and the screen turns to the outside again.

Deputy Patriarch Feng was pacing up and down in the yard, looking very anxious, and there was a soft female humming sound from the closed room.

After an unknown amount of time, the singing stopped, and the head of the Feng family—that is, Feng Jiamu's mother came out of the house with a normal expression.

The man hurried up to meet him.

"Li Niang!" He hurriedly said, "Jiamu really...?"

Li Niang glanced at him, then nodded with a calm expression.

The man collapsed in an instant as if his energy was taken away. He looked at the note that he had been clutching in his hand since he got up, and sighed softly: "It's a pity."

The note was narrow and thin, and could only write two lines.

I saw the words "Wang Lingshu" written on it impressively, followed by a line of small characters, which seemed to be a date.

"It's a pity." He sighed again, and a rootless fire ignited in his palm, burning the note away.

The next screen jumps very quickly, and the memory seems to use a montage technique to interleave and edit the growth experiences of the two young people.

The little Feng Jiamu sat under the eaves in a daze. It was a fine day, but he was wrapped in several layers of thick clothes. Wang Lingshu sat on his father's lap learning calligraphy, and the peach blossoms were burning outside the window; Feng Jiamu vomited blood in the school, and Wang Lingshu An outing with classmates; Feng Jiamu lay dying on the bed, sitting beside her weeping parents, Wang Lingshu was wearing a red robe, and sitting on the bed was a bride covered with a hijab, and the room was full of red candles.

"I'm not reconciled..." Feng Jiamu's skinny hands were tightly clutching the brocade quilt, and his wide-open eyes were filled with a kind of near-death madness, "I'm not reconciled——"

The surrounding pictures fade away like mist, the sun is shining, and the garden is full of fragrance.

The little Feng Jiamu was born with red lips and white teeth, like a snow doll, he was held by Li Niang, and he was no more than knee height.

The two stood on a stone road, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, two figures, one big and one small, walked towards the end of the stone-paved road.

"Jiamu." Vice Patriarch Feng sent the little boy in his hand forward, "His name is Feng Lingshu, he will live in our house from now on, and he will be your elder brother."

Feng Jiamu looked up at the boy brought by his father, he was two heads taller than himself, wearing the dark red clothes of Fenghuangtai, with a rough long-life lock hanging around his neck.

He was about five or six years old, and he was a little timid when he smiled at himself.

Feng Jiamu's big eyes were bloodshot immediately, he threw off his mother's hand and threw himself on Feng Lingshu, opened his mouth, biting deeply on Feng Lingshu's neck with his milk teeth that were not yet fully grown.

Hot blood immediately rolled into his throat, and tears fell almost instantly.

Amid his father's reprimand and his mother's exclamation, he hugged his brother's neck tightly, but he couldn't bite his teeth no matter what.

He couldn't kill Feng Lingshu, and he couldn't get a win-win ending no matter what.

Feng Jiamu buried himself tightly in Feng Lingshu's arms, so others did not see that a child could have such a crazy look.

He thought, if he and Feng Lingshu could only form a connection through blood, he would have to fight his way out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The sense of weightlessness came suddenly, and Snow Leopard shook his head to regain his senses.

He found that Cen Shu seemed to have used a more domineering method than when they entered Fengjiamu's house personally, directly shooting images into their heads.

I read these memories from beginning to end, and it was only a matter of a blink of an eye. The leaves that just fell from the branches have not yet landed.

"Do you understand?" Cen Shu said suddenly.

Zhuang You, who had just recovered from the trance, looked down and replied, "Understood."

"Then let's go." Cen Shu said indifferently, "It's time to end."

The author has something to say: about putting on and taking off clothes, an abandoned setting.Reuse of waste to write a small theater.

The timeline is when these people had just transmigrated into the illusion and the two breeders both became smaller.

Several people were rushing towards the village when Baobao suddenly felt dark.

Xue Yu hurriedly turned around and found that Cen Shu, who was sitting on top of him, had somehow untied his belt, and some of the long hem fell on Snow Leopard's face.

Sensing the little apprentice's gaze, Cen Shu looked down at his loose belt, slowly picked it up and tied it again on his stomach.

It may be that Cen Shu has realized the automation of dressing for hundreds of years. At this time, without the technique, he is not very proficient in knotting.

The newly tied knot was not secure for a few seconds before it unraveled under Xue Yu's nose.

"I'll come, I'll come!" Xue Yu approached very filially.

The smaller Cen Shu was very well-behaved, Xue Yu led his arms and jumped off the snow leopard's back, then raised his arms and asked the young man squatting in front of him to wrap a long belt around his waist.

Going around, the little apprentice suddenly stopped, then raised his head to look at him again, his round eyes curved, and he said with a smile: "Let me help Master tie the knot at the back, so that it will not be easy to unravel during activities. "

Although Cen Shu felt that the other party's expression was a bit strange, he still nodded.

Xue Yu went around behind him, skillfully fiddled with Cen Shu's lower back for a while, and pulled out a bow the size of a washbasin.

The two butterfly wings are big and wide, and they won't droop at all. They dance happily behind the child with Cen Shu's slight movements.

Very cute, very playful.

When he was at home, he learned to tie this kind of bow tie for her under the pressure of his mother, and he was very happy to see that his skills were not lost.

The lofty mountains in the sky flew lower, two eyes and four pupils gathered behind Cen Shu, and made a very envious voice: "Wow!"

Xue Yu: "It looks good!"

Chongshan Junling: "It looks good!"

Xue Yu: "Cute!"

Chongshan Junling: "Cute!"

Cen Shu felt a little wrong: "...?"

The Chongming bird, which was like a hill, crashed to the ground, shaking off the breeder sitting on it, and obsequiously moved to Xue Yu's side: "Give me this too!"

Xue Yu waved his hand very proudly: "It's easy to say!"

Zhuang You, who had just rolled over from the top of the mountain, saw a pair of evil black hands reaching out to him before he could sit still.

He tightly wrapped the cloth around his body and said in horror, "What are you going to do?"

"No, no, stop, ah!"

However, Zhuang You, who was not as tall as Xue Yu's arm, had no strength to fight back, and was pressed into his clothes.

But for a moment, Xue Yu stepped aside a little, only to see Zhuang You wrapped in swaddling clothes, with only a cute little face exposed from inside.

The front of the swaddle is wrapped with sleeves and a belt, and a bow that is bigger than others, wrapping the whole swaddle like a gift box.

Cen Shu seems to have noticed something: alert.jpg

He touched the back with his hand, and sure enough, he pulled the huge bow on his lower back.

Because of his short arms and the fact that the knot was tied very tightly, Cen Shu struggled for a long time without untying the bow.

Cen Shu: "..."

Xue Yu: "Hee hee."

Chong Shanjunling: "Hey."

Illusion: "Crack."

Chong Shanjunling: "Did you hear any strange noises?"

Xue Yu: "It's a bit like an egg shell is broken."

Not far away, Cen Shu suddenly raised his height and turned back into a human form. The luck in his body soared to the sky and the earth, smashing the entire illusion barrier into pieces.

Feng Jiamu:? ? ?

I still dream of a copy of the Phoenix.

Happy New Year, a chapter.