The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Feng Jiamu raised a small face with carbon dust mixed with tears, and looked up at Feng Lingshu in the light of the fire.

The person in front of him was his favorite elder brother, who lost his parents and everything at this time, his only remaining relatives and support in the precarious situation.

But the elder brother who said yesterday that he wanted to boil syrup for him to pour sugar on, became like a stranger today in the fire that pierced the sky.

Feng Jiamu's expression was blank, and he murmured: "...What did you say?"

Feng Lingshu's eyes slowly turned to his younger brother's face, and after a long time, he patted his head and said with great compassion: "Silly boy."

Next, Feng Lingshu calmly told him everything he had done in the past 20 years.

His family was ruined, he pretended to be foolish to gain the trust of Feng's family, he kept a low profile on Fenghuang TV to collect information, and at the same time, he secretly linked up with his rivals on Fenghuang TV.

Finally, when Feng Jiamu hadn't grown up and his wings were getting fuller, Feng Lingshu began his temptation of revenge.

As the money pot of Fenghuangtai, Fenghuang Villa bears the brunt.

And this is the first shot that has been prepared for nearly 20 years, Feng Lingshu won a complete victory, and everything that follows will be a matter of course.

Fenghuangtai has been the local emperor for too long, and he is used to being stable. Facing the hatred accumulated by a child for 20 years, he was defeated.

"...you are curious why the bandits know that that day is the Phoenix Terrace's ten-year festival, and you are also curious how they got the defense plan of Phoenix Villa." Feng Lingshu smiled contemptuously, "Of course I revealed it to them of."

"Qinglei Sect, Riyuemen, Poshan Villa..." Feng Lingshu actually said the names of seven or eight sects of the Immortal Sect in one breath. There are some of them, but there are others whose names he has never even heard.

"...How did they know that the phoenix swimming kung fu cover is on the Tanzhong acupoint on the chest, and it will be useless at one touch." Feng Lingshu said with a smile, "Of course I was the one who tipped off the news."

He is only a weak Qi training period, but he holds these fairy gates with eyes above the top in his hands, and uses them as sharp knives to kill people, directly smashing into the heart of Phoenix Terrace.

First cut off the source of money, then slowly cut off the side branches of Phoenix Terrace, lost the future path, and finally lost the only respect and love left by mortals

The Phoenix Terrace, which was once beautiful and envied by everyone, was finally gnawed into an empty shell by this little ant.

Feng Jiamu's expression was empty, as if everything just now was just a dream,

"But we...we grew up together..." he murmured in disbelief.

Young people have always been arrogant and unwilling to show weakness, but when they widened their eyes and showed such a fragile expression, they looked like an abandoned kitten, which was very pitiful.

Even a dog should have some affection after being together for 20 years, let alone a human?Did Feng Lingshu kill him as he said?

"So didn't I leave the whole body for them?" Feng Lingshu looked a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why Feng Jiamu couldn't see his magnanimity.

After all, the phoenix fire was fierce, and the fire that year had already burned his parents and relatives until there was not even ash left.

Feng Jiamu seemed to be finally stimulated by the word "whole body", and suddenly went crazy.

"Then you should kill me! Why don't you kill me!"

One of Fengming's twin knives accidentally dropped in the fire field, and he only held the remaining one to slash around wildly, the scalding spiritual energy scorched the ravines that were created by the slashing.

Feng Lingshu has a blood contract with him, so naturally Feng Jiamu's spiritual power will not hurt him.

He stood weakly but firmly amidst the tyrannical spiritual power, and finally took Feng Jiamu, who had collapsed from strength, into his arms.

Feng Jiamu knew that his parents had found him a replacement.

He was ignorant when he was young, so he didn't know what that meant. He just felt that outsiders took away his parents' favor from him, so he was very repulsive towards Feng Lingshu.

It was only after he grew up that he realized that Feng Lingshu had paid a lot for him, so he felt somewhat embarrassed.

But he also saw that Feng Lingshu didn't seem to be dissatisfied with this, so he thought that Feng Lingshu himself was willing to take over this matter.

So in the future, when he heard those dandies arrange Feng Lingshu, he just listened, pretending that there was no such person as Feng Lingshu in the Phoenix Stage.Until today, he didn't know that Feng Lingshu was not an orphan at all, and his parents didn't sell their son for glory. It was his parents who slaughtered a whole family of innocent mortals in order to find him a replacement.

"It's me who should be killed...you should be killed..." Feng Jiamu whispered tears on his brother's knee.

Without him, Feng Lingshu would not have to be a substitute, and neither family would die innocently.

Compared with these people, he was the most damned one, but he lived to the end.

Feng Lingshu held him in his arms, and gently wiped away the dirty tears from Feng Jiamu's face, no different from the action he used to wipe off the dust on his younger brother's face during the last time they depended on each other.

"What's wrong with you?" He said softly, "You were just born from Fengli's belly."

"It's true that she did these things for you. Even if you are the most innocent among them, you are also the most damned one." Feng Lingshu wiped his younger brother's face clean, hugged him into his arms, and patted him comfortingly. Patted his younger brother on the back, "But I shouldn't kill you."

"Instead," Feng Lingshu whispered with his lips against his earlobe, "you should kill me."

Feng Jiamu's palm was hot, it was Feng Ming's knife handle that Feng Lingshu stuffed into his hand.

He shivered from being burned, and almost subconsciously threw away the knife and refused: "No!"

The curled scimitar fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

Feng Lingshu still stuck to his ear, bewitching in a sleepy tone: "Your parents killed my whole family, so I killed them for revenge; now you should kill me too, for you Father and mother revenge."

Two lines of tears dripped from Feng Jiamu's eyes again, he shook his head like crazy, and kept repeating: "No! I don't want it!—"

After all, Feng Jiamu is a young master who was pampered and brought up. When something like this happened, his first reaction was still to hide in the arms of the adults.

He had nothing, only Feng Lingshu was left.

Whether it is good or bad, he has only this brother left.

"You must kill me." Feng Lingshu's tone was soft, but his attitude was very firm.

Feng Ming was put back into Feng Jiamu's palm again, with an indisputable meaning.

"Don't...I don't want to..."

Feng Jiamu shook his head fiercely while crying, Feng Lingshu held his hand, and sent Feng Ming to his heart.

Even Feng Jiamu couldn't hold back the strength that the elder brother, who had been weak in the past, could not hold back at this time, and his bony fingers were pierced, causing a dull pain in the back of his hand.

The point of Feng Ming's knife was pressed against the robe embroidered with the phoenix pattern, Feng Lingshu continued to whisper: "You and I have the same fate, our lips are dead and our teeth are cold."

"How long can you live alone without me as your replacement?"

Feng Jiamu was still murmuring to refuse, but there was a soft "poof", Feng Ming had already pierced into Feng Lingshu's heart.

Feng Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and when he loosened the strength on his wrist, Feng Lingshu pushed him in and sent a section of the knife so hard that it lost the handle.

Feng Ming was about one foot and four inches long, and when it was brought to the handle of the knife like this, Feng Lingshu's heart had already been pierced, even a monk in the Qi training period had very little hope of surviving.

The scimitar had already been cut and curled, and the rolled blade was like a blood trough, with blood oozing from it.

Feng Jiamu seemed to have been frightened stupid, holding the handle of the knife motionless, only staring at people.

Feng Lingshu's face was pale, and he vomited blood, and the blood fell on the dark red robe of the Phoenix Terrace, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

He laughed lowly, with an extremely satisfied look on his face: "So like this... You and I, you and I, deserve what we deserve—"

Different from the images they saw from the objects, in the memories that actually happened that Feng Lingshu personally led them to see, it seems that people can feel the mood of the memory owner at the same time.

Xue Yu felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and he felt like he was almost suffocating.

But this suffocation was mixed with a malicious glee.

Feng Lingshu stared firmly into his younger brother's eyes, as if he wanted to engrave his last image deeply into his younger brother's mind.

Never forget, never forgive.

"But Jiamu is indeed the most outstanding talent in the thousands of years of the Phoenix Terrace." The clean and handsome Feng Lingshu beside them said softly.

Feng Lingshu opened his eyes again, and found that he had returned to the time when he met Feng Jiamu for the first time when he was a child.

The young master who used to be domineering and domineering now snuggled up to him obediently and humbly, calling him "brother" like a dog begging for mercy.

Feng Lingshu was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

His younger brother, his indecisive younger brother, sure enough, he will never learn to grow up.

Feng Lingshu is connected with his blood bond, so he can naturally recognize that he is not reborn, this place is just an illusion.

Feng Jiamu actually created such an illusion, and constantly manipulated time in the illusion, going back to the past over and over again.

Backtracking for the first time, Feng Jiamu tried in vain to curry favor with him, to make amends to him, hoping that Feng Lingshu's attitude would soften and he would not attack Fenghuangtai.

But when Feng Jiamu saw the dozens of charred corpses in Phoenix Villa, he knew he had failed.

Backtracking for the second time, Feng Jiamu learned that Feng Lingshu couldn't soften, so he had to put him under house arrest and take care of all the food and drink.

However, it was discovered that Feng Lingshu, who was under house arrest in the room, did not know how to contact those enemies of the Phoenix Terrace in the dark.

Backtracking for the third time, Feng Jiamu only felt that everything was wrong. If he hadn't been a proud son of heaven, his parents wouldn't have given him a replacement, so they had self-destructed at birth, and from then on they were no better than ordinary people.

Since then, the Phoenix Terrace has been safe, and he and Feng Lingshu have never met each other in this life.

But at this time, Feng Jiamu has a certain obsession from this time and time again, he can't see Feng Lingshu in this life, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

When he went back for the fourth time, he just wanted to bite Feng Lingshu to death with a mouthful of baby teeth and pull Feng Lingshu down from the very beginning. After Feng Lingshu died, there would be no other person to make him so stupid.

However, the blood was already in his throat, but Feng Jiamu couldn't do it.

They depend on each other with lips and teeth, and they are connected by blood, which is a relationship that is closer than that of parents in this world.

Feng Jiamu didn't want to let go, and couldn't let go.

From then on, Feng Jiamu became a little crazy. He went back in time without any structure and no purpose. He just wanted to enjoy the process of eating, drinking and having fun with Feng Lingshu on the way, and jumped back in time whenever there was a sign of disaster.

And although Feng Lingshu has memories, but for some reason, he also plays a fake warm scene with his younger brother, which seems to be very satisfying.

"In that case, why did you deliberately leave those flaws and lead us to look for them?" Zhuang You asked cautiously.

"That's not a flaw, but a 'trophy' I left for myself." Feng Lingshu's eyes flickered with some kind of malicious light, "He wants to save everyone but fails, no matter how many times he sees It makes me feel very comfortable.”

Xue Yu felt a chill all over his body, and he recalled the first memory they saw.

At the end of the memory, Feng Lingshu trembled and wanted to touch Feng Jiamu's shoulders. The trembling was not because he was so sad that he couldn't help it, but because he was so happy and excited to see Feng Jiamu in such pain——

I can only try to suppress myself, lest the laughter overflow.

"As for why I showed it to you..." Feng Lingshu burst out laughing suddenly, "Shouldn't more people be invited to appreciate my stupid little brother's obsession with me?"

His laughter seemed crazy, as if in so many reincarnations, not only Feng Jiamu, but even he had gone crazy long ago.

The memory that kept going forward suddenly stopped, and then it dissipated like smoke, and they returned to Feng Lingshu's courtyard.

The mist did not clear for some reason, and it vaguely covered the spring scenery in the garden, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

"...So that's how it is."

A voice appeared in the courtyard out of nowhere, and Feng Jiamu was standing in the moon cave gate, listening to their conversations for countless times.

Feng Lingshu said affectionately and gently: "Jiamu, you're back."

"...So you hate me so much?" Feng Jiamu murmured with a blank expression on his face, "So that's the case...So you hate me so much..."

Standing alone in the distance, surrounded by mist, he only felt that the young man's body was very thin.

The fine sky was suddenly dimmed, the fog seemed to be thinner suddenly, and the stars and the moon were blurred behind.

The peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and crabapple flowers all over the courtyard seemed to have a premonition, falling from the branches, and falling on the ground like snow covered the ground.

Feng Lingshu also felt something, raised his head and said to Feng Jiamu: "Jiamu, what's wrong with you, didn't you agree that we will be together forever?"

This time even Xue Yu sensed that something was wrong, the whole illusion vibrated unsteadily, the sky suddenly opened a big hole, revealing a dark starry sky.

The things in the secret realm are also like fog, slowly dissipating.

"Jiamu, Jiamu—didn't you agree to be with my brother forever—"

Feng Lingshu's voice was shrill, with a look of madness on his face, exactly the same as Feng Jiamu in reincarnation.

As a product constructed from Fengjiamu's illusion, he also dissipated together with other things, until the end he was still calling Fengjiamu's name.

"Now is, when is it?"

In the turbulent white mist, Feng Jiamu raised his head and looked at them.

Zhuang You said a date.

Feng Jiamu's face was confused at first, then his facial features stretched, and his expression was relieved: "Ah, so it has been more than 1000 years..."

The entanglement of more than 1000 years was nothing but nothing in the end.

With this sigh, Feng Jiamu's body also became erratic, as if it could melt into the mist at any time.

"By the way, you're probably interested in this thing." A small golden ball flew out of the mist, and Cen Shu took it into his arms.

At this moment, the ancestor was finally willing to raise his eyes, and nodded at Feng Jiamu who had almost disappeared in the distance.

Yang Junlang was still doing business in private, when the surrounding fog suddenly thickened, the houses and crowds on the street melted together with the fog.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this illusion is about to open?

He can go out!

Yang Junlang was happily wanting to run out, but he found that his legs and feet had also turned into an empty mist at some point, and it had dissipated to his chest in an instant.

Before his head disappeared, Yang Junlang suddenly remembered that he told those outsiders that someone had asked the locals for the time, and they had torn him to pieces.

This person is none other than himself.

It turned out that he was already dead.

He died on the first day he strayed into the dead place.

He put down the pole with only one seedling left, raised his head, showed a relieved expression similar to Feng Jiamu, and then disappeared.

The surrounding fog cleared away, revealing several green hills surrounded on all sides.

Fenghuang Terrace was built in the mountains. After the fire, there was only a dry mountain left, and there was no grass left.A few of them were standing on a piece of scorched and uneven land, which was the former site of Phoenix Terrace.

Before anyone had time to say anything, Xue Yu felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his human-shaped trumpet, which disappeared due to Feng Jiamu's time magic, appeared out of thin air.

Since his snow leopard was being carried sideways by Cen Shu in his lapel at this time, the human figure also appeared sideways in the midair from the same height.

Before Xue Yu could react at all, his body sank suddenly, and before he sank a few inches, his knees and back suddenly fell.

It was Cen Shu who reached out his hand like lightning, and hugged him in an extremely standard princess hug posture.

Chong Shan Junling, who had just broken his shell, had just had time to scream when Zhuang You pinched his neck tightly.

Xue Yu raised his head subconsciously, and caught sight of Cen Shu who happened to be looking down at him.

It was very quiet all around for a while.

Suppose you only have two hands. In the case of sex, which one should you choose to cover your face, chest, or crotch?

joke!Such a coy attitude can only be done by you humans.

Xue Baobao immediately shrank his neck, hugged his knees and tightly huddled into a leopard ball on Cen Shu's arms.

Although everyone is male, it's still a little uncivilized to be open-chested in broad daylight.

Of course not in broad daylight or night.

However, before Xue Yu could think of any words to alleviate the embarrassment at this moment, the arm on the knee was suddenly pulled away, and his lower body fell straight down.

"Master!" he yelled.

A black shadow suddenly flew out from Cen Shu's sleeve, and stuck to Xue Yu's ankle like a hooligan, before his feet landed, the trousers, shoes and socks were already put on his body.

Cen Shu let him stand upright, and the shirt automatically fit on him.

These clothes were just taken out of Cen Shu's sleeve, and the time inside was suspended, so the clothes still had the scent of the owner before they were put in.

Some of them were worn by Cen Shu.

The clear and cold fragrance wrapped Xue Yu in an instant, and the warm clothes were wrapped around him flexibly. In a daze, it was as if hands were gently brushing his skin.

After the last belt was automatically tied in a knot around his waist, Cen Shu raised his eyes and said softly, "Why?"

"Ah, oh, no, nothing." He looked around and pretended to be stupid, "Are we out? Is it over?"

Cen Shu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The bottomless pitch-black pupils fell on Xue Yu, as if he had seen through everything, making his scalp tingle bit by bit.

Ah, no, can there be human-to-human transmission for the sick and perverted?

After a long time, Cen Shu suddenly smiled.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, reflecting the tiny stars on the sky, shining brightly.

Xue Yu was dazzled by this smile, and didn't react for a while.

After traveling through the book for so long, it was the first time he saw Cen Shu smiling, and the smile with peach blossom eyes was really very beautiful.

There was an emotion Xue Yu couldn't describe in this person's smile, as if he had walked a long way and could finally stop and take a good rest.

Xue Yu stuttered from his laughter: "Master, Master, what's wrong?"

Cen Shu looked at him for a long time, and finally shook his head slowly: "I just feel that the past thousand years have been beautiful, especially in spring."

Oh, is it the joy of the afterlife?

Xue Yu nodded ignorantly, and said stupidly: "Then let's take a look again?"

But the secret realm is gone, and there's nothing to see about it.

"No." This time Cen Shu replied very simply, "The past is over, there is no point in looking back, and we can only move forward."

Xue Yu said "Oh", thinking that Cen Shu's idea was quite avant-garde.

Cen Shu took another deep look at him, then turned and left.

Xue Yu was still thinking about Cen Shu's smile subconsciously, when he suddenly heard someone calling him from the front: "Aren't you coming?"

He raised his head, and saw Cen Shu standing a few feet away, turning slightly sideways to look at him, as if waiting for him.

"Oh oh oh!" So he hurriedly followed.

When everyone walked out of the mountains, there was a sudden crackling sound behind them.

Xue Yu looked back, only to see a dense fog gathered among the mountains that were already clear.

He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear: "Why did Feng Jiamu go crazy again?!"

Cen Shu: "It's not him."

Xue Yu looked carefully again, and found that it was different from the thick and dense fog that lingered quietly in the mountains in the past, and it was easy for people to stray into it by mistake.

This time, it doesn't look like fog that covers the mountains. The thunderclouds are pitch black, with purple lightning flashing in them, as if they don't want outsiders to get close.

Feng Lingshu actually imitated Feng Jiamu's appearance and recreated the time wheel secret realm.

Xue Yu was dumbfounded: "What, what is this plotting?"

"For Yu Feng Lingshu, he is addicted to the deep brotherhood with Feng Jiamu, but he can't forgive himself for reconciling with the son of the enemy. The illusion is the best destination for him." Zhuang You silently looked into the distance The Purple Lightning Thunder Cloud said, "The word love——"

He stopped suddenly and glanced at Xue Yu: "You are still young."

Xue Yu: "..."

me? ? ?

Bullying, I can't take it out now, can I!Don't you know that the golden sentence of Long Aotian in Dianjia's novel is not to bully the young and poor!

Just as they were about to leave again, a shout suddenly came from behind: "Brothers in front, please stay!"

Xue Yu turned his head again, only to see seven or eight young people in their early twenties chasing after them, and some of them had very familiar faces.

He thought for a long time and suddenly remembered, aren't these people from Hongwu Palace!

Good guy, did they know that the last inheritance fell into the hands of Cen Shu, and they came to collect debts again?