Master sees my hairy

Sighing, he continued to sprinkle salt on the fish in frustration.

Not long after, the delicious smell of grilled fish drifted into the woods along the river wind.

Many spirit beasts and spirits have heard it, and the halazi is three feet long.

But they didn't dare to come out. Just now, there was a particularly fierce chickadee who taught them a lesson one by one, so that they never dared to leave the forest casually again.

So at the moment the riverside is very quiet, Xi Feng grilled the fish so much that he almost fell asleep.

"Chirp Chirp." The little tit flew around and returned to Xi Feng's side, pecking as a greeting.

Xi Feng raised his eyelids: "Beautiful brother is back?"

Little Tit: "?"

"I invite you to eat grilled fish." Xi Feng took the fish off the rack and handed it to it.

This fish was much bigger than the little tit, its skin was crispy, the fish oil was baked out, and it was still sizzling, scaring the little tit back away.

"Hahaha..." Xi Feng laughed at it unceremoniously, "You were so fierce just now, didn't you even dare to eat fish?"

The little tit flew directly to his face and pecked him, giving him a big face.

"I was wrong brother." Xi Feng was afraid, he honestly tore off a large piece of fish and put it on the stone slab, and placed it in front of the little tit.

The little tit shook its fur, and then lowered its head to eat with relish.

Xi Feng was not in a hurry to eat the fish, and sat on the side watching it blankly: "Flowers, birds, fish and insects can be cultivated into essence, why can't I feel the spiritual energy? Why does the heaven treat me so harshly..."

Hearing what he said, the little tit stopped eating the fish and turned its head to rub the back of his hand with its furry head, as if to comfort him.

"I also want to practice like my father, mother and brothers, learn the sword technique, and protect the common people." Xi Feng took a big bite of the fish and chewed it hard, as if this would relieve the boredom in his heart.

Canglang Yunhai is not far from the river, but until late at night, no one came to look for their young master.

Xi Feng was sleeping on the edge of the stone in a huff, and even dreamed of going to the forest to cut wood, build a house, and live in it with the little tit.

I don't know why, but the little tit in the dream is a very beautiful man with delicate and soft features and affectionate eyebrows.

However, he was woken up in the morning by a little titmouse, and the pretty brother turned into a little furball again, flapping his wings fiercely, trying to stuff a paw into his nostril.

"Ah!" Xi Feng sneezed violently, almost blowing the little tit out.

The little tit shook its fur in disgust, pecked him once, and took two steps towards the direction of the sea of ​​clouds.

"What are you doing?" Xi Feng couldn't understand.

The little tit was even more disgusted, and simply picked up his finger, and with all its strength, pulled it a little bit in that direction.

"But I don't want to go home." Xi Feng understood this time, "They didn't come to look for me...wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to go back like this."

He was still wronged, and it would be better if A Niang and brother coaxed him.

The little tit pecked three holes on his hand angrily, and he withdrew his hand in pain: "Okay, okay, I'll go home."

Xi Feng extinguished the embers of the campfire sullenly, and moved back step by step.

The little tit followed him on top of his head, pecking at his scalp whenever he hesitated.

Xi Feng was also extremely depressed, what happened to this broken bird, it kept pestering him, and he couldn't drive him away.

He doesn't want to go home at all.

But when Xi Feng returned to the sea of ​​clouds, he immediately regretted it.

Before he left yesterday, the place was still full of carved beams and painted pillars, full of colorful flowers, and the disciples came in and out of practice in an orderly manner. Every time the senior brothers and sisters saw Xi Feng, they would pinch his face and stuff some sweets and cakes. give him.

How did it become like this now...

All the five-element dragon pillars in the square were broken, the Jiehai building collapsed into ruins, and the corpses of disciples were scattered all over the place. The whole sect was shrouded in a strong smell of blood.

"Father! Mother! Brother——"

While shouting, Xi Feng spread his legs and ran into the hall.

In front of Yunsheng Temple, the little tit seemed to have seen something, and pecked at his head in a series, while making eager chirping sounds.

Xi Feng seemed to understand it, and suddenly fell silent, and quietly crawled in through the dog hole at the side door.

Through the bead curtain, he saw the back of a white-haired man talking to his subordinates.

"Be more ruthless, put away all the spirits... and Xi Muze's little son, have you found it?"

141. The Lantern of Resentment Sea ([-])

Xi Muze's youngest son?Isn't that Xi Feng!

He hurriedly lowered himself down, not daring to breathe out, so as not to be discovered.

"Not yet. However, I heard that the youngest son of Xi Muze was born without a piece of fairy bone and has no spiritual power. Such a mortal, I am afraid that he would not be able to withstand our magic sound barrier, and would have died a long time ago." The subordinate bowed his head and said .

The white-haired man pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Forget it, since he is a mortal, he can't make any waves, so don't leave him alone. You go and count the number of people, and retreat as soon as possible after collecting the spirits, the waste from the Xianmen probably won't be needed. How long will it be here?"

"Yes." The subordinate took the order and left quickly.

The white-haired man continued to stand in Yunsheng Hall for a while, with his hands behind his back, his white hair dragging all the way to the ground.

Xi Feng quietly crawled under the chair, intending to go around to the apse.

It's just that he thought that his actions were concealed enough, but in fact, he had already been exposed to the other party's spiritual observation.

The little tit also didn't realize it, and kicked Xi Feng's buttocks twice, so as not to raise him too high and hit the chair and make a sound.

"Where are you going? Young Master Xi."

Xi Feng managed to climb to the door, and when he looked up, a bewitching face was right in front of him.

"Ah!" He was startled and fell to the ground.

"You are Xi Feng?" The white-haired man stretched out his hand and picked him up lightly, and said with a sneer, "It really has no spiritual power, very weak."

Xi Feng didn't even touch the ground, so he could only swing his body and kick him: "Put me down!"

"Hmm..." The other party seemed to think about it seriously, "Alright then."

Then he really let go, causing Xi Feng to fall heavily.

Before the feeling of pain came, Xi Feng got up and ran out staggeringly.

After running a few steps, he was inexplicably caught back, and when he turned around, the white-haired man was looking at him with a half-smile.

Xi Feng gritted his teeth, ran again, and was caught again.

After repeating this several times, he was already sweating from exhaustion, but he still ran persistently.

This time, the white-haired man caught him back and didn't let him go.

"You're an interesting kid... Let me give you a present." The white-haired man said.

Of course, Xi Feng would not believe that he would have any kindness, so he tried to escape with a flutter, but despite the disparity in strength, he was still pointed between his eyebrows with his finger.

In an instant, a bone-chilling feeling spread from between his brows to his chest, his heart seemed to be frozen, and the pain made him almost faint.

This state lasted for about half a stick of incense, and when Xi Feng thought he was dead, the white-haired man let him go and threw him aside.

Xi Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately got up, stumbled and ran out.

The little tit fluttered its wings and followed behind. When it left Yunsheng Temple, it looked back, and the white-haired man had disappeared.

Xi Feng kept running, he was afraid that the white-haired man would catch up, and he was afraid that he would become a dead body lying on the ground, unable to move any more.

Until he tripped and fell to the ground, his forehead was knocked, and blood and tears rushed down.

The dark red blood of the dead is covered in bright red, re-drawing the tragedy and despair that happened not long ago.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xi Feng frantically wiped away the blood, only to realize that this was Senior Brother Zhou who teased him the most on weekdays.

Beside him is Senior Sister Liu, and next to Senior Brother Zhao...the relatives who used to be alive, now all died in front of Xi Feng, tortured, and died with regret.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

He broke down and cried out, lying on his brother's body that had become icy cold, crying with a clear voice until he could no longer speak, his eyes were swollen and couldn't be opened, but tears were still flowing down.

The six or seven-year-old boy felt endless sadness in his heart. He resented himself countless times and hated himself for running away from home last night.

Even if he can't do anything, he can at least choose to be with everyone.

As if reading Xi Feng's mind, the little tit flew over and gently rubbed against his face, pecking away a tear from his eyes.

"I'm going to find Daddy, he's so powerful, he won't die." Xi Feng got up again, looking for Xi Muze's whereabouts.

Master Xi is indeed not dead, but he only has one breath left.Half of his soul was taken away, and the rest of the remaining soul was supported by the realm, waiting for the last glimmer of hope.

Fortunately, Xi Feng did not come too late.

"Feng'er..." Xi Muze called him weakly.

Xi Feng was taken aback for a moment, then rushed over frantically, knelt down beside his father, and cried again: "Daddy...you don't want to die..."

"Feng'er doesn't cry." Xi Muze didn't have time to coax him, so he raised his hand with all his strength, grabbed one of his fingers, and pressed it on Modao Hanchuan's blade.

Han Chuan is the master saber of Canglang Yunhai, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as you recognize the master with a drop of blood, you will recognize the next master.

With his last breath before his death, Xi Muze passed Han Chuan and the headship to his youngest son——Xi Feng, who couldn't even feel a trace of aura, let alone cultivate.

"The waves are rushing...the sea of ​​clouds will not disperse..."

Xi Muze's remnant soul completed its mission and disappeared like a wisp of green smoke.

But how can the Canglang Yunhai, where only Xi Feng is left, be called "unscattered", and how can it be "running"?

Holding Mo Dao, Xi Feng sat beside his father's body for a long time.

The little tit has been with him all the time, as the sun rises and the moon sets, he seems to be a