The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

When the two fell into the yard, there was already a person sitting in the gazebo, holding a tea bowl and quietly drinking tea.

That person was not Feng Jiamu, the master of the illusion, but Feng Lingshu.

Peach blossoms adorn branches outside the pavilion, and among the pink and tender colors, the young man in red seems to be the most beautiful one.

Hearing the noise, Feng Lingshu turned his head: "You guys are here."

His expression was extremely natural, as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Zhuang You frowned: "You know we're coming?"

Feng Lingshu didn't answer, but just smiled lightly: "Since you can get here, it means that Jiamu must have been stumped."

Xue Yu froze for a moment, the snow leopard poked its head out from Cen Shu's lapel, and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, there seemed to be flames flickering in the direction they came from, and listening carefully, there was also the sound of spiritual energy bursting.

He said just now that Cen Shu made such a big noise, Feng Jiamu didn't react at all, it turned out that Cen Shu had already restrained him!

"You guys have seen all those memories, right?" Feng Lingshu asked again.

There was not much doubt in his tone, it was almost confirmation.

Xue Yu was still a little dazed by his question, but Zhuang You said indifferently: "At first we thought it was Feng Jiamu's memory, but it's not true, the memory belongs to you."

Whether it's the set of old books, or the later red candles and longevity locks, they are all Feng Lingshu's things.

Feng Lingshu nodded with a smile.

"Feng Jiamu manipulated time to go back and forth countless times in order to find a way for you and the Phoenix Terrace to be in harmony. As the master of this place, this matter should be easy to grasp, but he has not succeeded in going back so many times. " Zhuang You said, "Feng Jiamu thought that what he did was wrong, but in fact it was wrong, because you influenced the results of each trace back."

Zhuang You: "You are different from anyone else here, you have a memory."

Xue Yu was at a loss: Ah, so it was like this?

He looked up at Cen Shu, and found that the latter was not surprised at all, as if he had known it for a long time.

Xue Yu was surprised, everyone clearly saw the same thing, why didn't he see these things at all?

Feng Lingshu's expression was the same as before, without any embarrassment of being exposed, and even smiled even wider: "I was very surprised and very curious when "Pu Gong's Notes" was touched. A wise man, or a strong man."

There was a bit of interest on his face: "Now it seems that it is indeed a combination of both."

"The recruiting of Phoenix Terrace was indeed facilitated by you alone." Zhuang You said indifferently.

No wonder even Feng Jiamu, who is the owner of the territory, looked displeased with the newly hired teacher in his family. It turned out that this was indeed not his wish.

Feng Lingshu didn't retort: ​​"I want to meet you formally."

He paused, and smiled meaningfully: "I also want to know how many things you can see in the Phoenix Terrace."

Xue Yu's hair was fluffed up by his smile. Look at the boss-like speech behind the scene, it's much darker than Feng Jiamu's fried-haired little phoenix.

But it doesn't mean that Feng Jiamu is the only one who is different in this illusion. Why is it that Feng Lingshu is the leader of what they said at this time?

Before Xue Yu could figure it out, Zhuang You had already asked the question for him.

Feng Lingshu: "You are so powerful, you must know that the descendants of Phoenix Terrace have blood inheritance, right?"

Zhuang You made a gesture asking him to elaborate.

The Feng family has a special bloodline, and once the Phoenix master reaches mastery, it is extremely difficult to be killed. It's just that the heirs of the Feng family before Dacheng are more vulnerable than ordinary monks.

For thousands of years, it's not that the head of the Feng family wanted to change this situation, but they all failed until Feng Jiamu was born.

This kind of talent is rare in a millennium, and the elders of the Phoenix Terrace burned their eyes, and finally turned their attention to the evil.

They could find a child whose fate matched Feng Jiamu's and ask Feng Jiamu to borrow his life.

Although the person whose life was borrowed would definitely not live long due to the Fenghuangyou exercise, but as long as the child reaches the peak of the Fengjiamu exercise, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

And this child is obviously Feng Lingshu.

"With a blood contract with the realm master, it's not surprising to have some privileges." Feng Lingshu smiled lightly, "That's all I can do."

Zhuang You cautiously said: "The downfall of Phoenix Terrace was also your fault?"

Feng Ling was silent but smiled.

"Why?" Zhuang You couldn't help asking, "Feng Jiamu's parents' behavior is really shameful, but you don't want to, why don't you leave? Why bother..."

Thinking of the dozens of charred corpses they had seen in memory, the empty and barren yards in the Phoenix Terrace, and the rootless fire that burned everything, everyone couldn't help feeling a little terrified.

"...Leave?" Feng Lingshu seemed to have heard a very ridiculous joke, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He smiled to himself for a while, and said softly: "Borrowing fate must deceive the sky, making it think that Feng Jiamu and I are the same person. In this way, we need to have the same father, mother, and family."

Feng Lingshu raised his head slowly, and said faintly: "How can two children from different places be of the same clan?"

For no reason, Xue Yu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The bright sunshine around gradually faded away, surrounded by familiar white mist, and after a while, fire appeared in the thick mist again.

Having entered so many times, Xue Yu naturally recognizes that this is another memory, and this fire is not the one that burned down the Phoenix Terrace, but a completely unfamiliar mansion, the building was burned to the point where its shape is almost invisible , the plaque on the gate can faintly recognize the word "Wang".

The raging fire engulfed the entire house, the heat wave roiled, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The strange thing is that the fire scene is extremely quiet except for the "creaking" sound of the wood being burned to pieces, like an empty house.

But Xue Yu could clearly see several figures crouching in the courtyard, and the stench of fat and muscle burning could be smelled in the air.

A loud cry suddenly broke the silence, and I saw a familiar man standing outside the fire scene, holding a one or two-year-old child in his arms.

The child seemed to be frightened by the fire that dyed the sky, and cried heart-piercingly.

Feng Lingshu came to them at some point, and watched the fire with them: "My father should think that there is no need to be too cautious when dealing with such a young child."

His face was expressionless, and his tone was very calm: "But he didn't know that I was born with precocious intelligence, and I clearly remembered the things that he killed my whole family and took me away and adopted him."

As soon as the picture was turned, all the lights of the fire were extinguished, and there was another scene of willows and flowers, a beautiful spring scene.

Feng Lingshu continued to explain from the side: "In the beginning, they didn't raise me directly beside Feng Jiamu, but in another courtyard outside. At that time, I was in a daze all day long, and they really thought that I was frightened and stupid, but I was just thinking about how to get revenge."

"After about three years, under their careful training, I was finally 'not stupid', and they took me back to Phoenix Terrace."

At this time, what is shown in the memory is the scene of Feng Lingshu and Feng Jiamu's first meeting.

It was still the stone road that everyone had seen before, and Feng Lingshu still had the longevity lock around his neck.

But the difference is that when Feng Jiamu saw him, he didn't rush forward to bite Feng Lingshu's neck, nor did he have the extremely clingy look in the illusion, and even went up and pushed Feng Lingshu away from his father, toes He snorted proudly: "I don't want my brother, why should you be my brother!"

Xue Yu was a little dumbfounded.

Isn't that right, Feng Jiamu is a brother-controller?

Feng Lingshu didn't speak any more, only his memory kept changing.

Feng Jiamu in memory was completely different from what Xue Yu and the others had seen.

He looks like a second-generation ancestor, no matter where he goes, he is always surrounded by a group of offshoots of the Phoenix Terrace who only look after him.

Just like what I saw in memory, those people looked down on Feng Lingshu, and Feng Jiamu himself didn't want to see him very much.

Feng Jiamu is like the image of the young master in all film and television literature works. He was spoiled and brought up. He is a bully who no one dares to mess with.

The inheritance of Fenghuangyou is unique. For thousands of years, Fenglingtai has a rule that prohibits private fighting between heirs. These second-generation ancestors have no habit of engaging in traditional school bullying. They just treat Fenglingshu as air and do everything. Do not take him.

Feng Lingshu still had a good-natured and meek look, quietly acting as an invisible person in the Phoenix Terrace.

This stability lasted until Feng Jiamu was 16 years old.

Although Fenghuang Terrace lived together in order to protect the offspring, the blood lineage was also divided into thin and light. There was always a kind of blood lineage that had been passed down for thousands of children for 800 years, and the blood lineage was so weak that it was not much different from ordinary people.

The owner of Phoenix Mountain Villa is one, and this branch is doing business in the mortal world as the main source of Fenghuang Terrace's money.One night, a group of bandits who didn't know where they came from somehow broke into the Fenghuang Villa, which was guarded like an iron barrel. After burning, killing and looting, they set fire to the whole village.

Those mountain bandits came prepared, leaving no trace of evidence, while the stretched Phoenix Terrace was too busy to take care of themselves, and had no money or manpower to hunt them down.

Money is also very important to a country, not to mention just a Phoenix station.

Not to mention the plummeting living standards, the attitudes of the former vassals of the Phoenix Terrace became somewhat ambiguous.

However, the overturning of the Phoenix Villa was just the beginning. The Phoenix Terrace stumbled and never got up again.

As if by some kind of curse, the descendants of the Phoenix Terrace were killed one after another when they went out. It’s okay to say that the cubs are fragile, but many people who have mastered the great success method have also been murdered.

The Phoenix TV panicked and strictly ordered everyone not to go out, and the situation got a little better.

For a while, the people who were sheltered by the Phoenix Terrace were panicked. Coupled with the increasing taxation, some people moved out of their hometown one after another.

The Phoenix Terrace was defeated bit by bit, and most of the side relatives were gone. The cronies who used to flatter Fengjiamu all came to step on it.

And in such a transformation, only the gentle Feng Lingshu still treats him the same, comforting and encouraging him.

In such a situation like a suspension bridge effect, Feng Lingshu has gradually become a kind of support for Feng Jiamu.

Until Feng Jiamu was 19 years old, the former enemy broke into Fenghuang Terrace and carried out a massacre.

They seemed to know everything about the Phoenix swimmers. In the end, Feng Jiamu, who had already formed an alchemy, relied on the blood pact to turn the tide. Everyone was killed in the future, but at this time, the descendants of the Phoenix Terrace were almost extinct.

The Phoenix Terrace had been prosperous for thousands of years, but it was destroyed once.

The head of the family sat in his bedroom, scorching spiritual power overflowing, and the rootless fire instantly enveloped the entire palace group.

Feng Jiamu's father was killed in battle, and Li Niang killed herself amidst the faint singing.

Frightened, Feng Jiamu only had time to bring Feng Lingshu out of the flames.

The two young men fell between the green hills, looking at the overwhelming fire, which devoured the once glorious and beautiful golden tiles and red walls.

The fire light reflected Feng Lingshu's face red, just like the fire that caused him to lose his parents was reflected in the eyes of a child.

Feng Jiamu has been crying like a tearful man, from calling her father and mother at the beginning to Feng Lingshu next to her.

"Brother...Brother..."

He threw himself into Feng Lingshu's arms, hoping to get the other's patient comfort like before.

But he found that the person he was holding didn't respond at all, just staring at the fire in front of him.

Compared to Feng Jiamu, who was covered with tears and snot, Feng Lingshu's cheeks were clean, and there was no sadness on his expression, only infinite emptiness, and a trace of... loss.

Under the firelight, I could only hear Feng Lingshu raving slowly: "...What a pity, I haven't figured out how to deal with the Patriarch, but she committed suicide."

The author has something to say: This chapter should have ended but I was sleepy...【】

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