Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

The Immortal Venerable has always disliked excitement, and because of his loyalty to the Suzaku Immortal Venerable, he hates the three clans—except for the three Young Venerables and the Si Zun, no one who has nothing to do is allowed to set foot in the Nine Heavens.

Yun Shou asked in surprise, "All of them?"

Xianzun was in a better mood than ever, and patiently answered his stupid question: "Naturally."

"Young Master Tonghe... It is said that he is still ill and cannot leave Yun Banling." Yun Shou hesitated, "There is also Master Chu..."

Xianzun's face was sickly pale, he gently wiped the tears off Fu Yuqiu's face, and said absent-mindedly: "Then let Yun Gui go together. If anyone refuses to come, he will be killed on the spot."

Yun Shou: "..."

Fu Yuqiu: "????"

On the spot... shoot to kill?

Yun Shou went down with a face full of bewilderment.

Fu Yuqiu had forgotten to cry, and looked up at Xianzun blankly, not understanding why he was going crazy.

"Happy?" Immortal Venerable propped his face lazily with his hands, looked at Fu Yuqiu with lowered eyes, his gaze was so gentle as if he was looking at his sweetheart who was playing with temper, "Sing a little song and listen."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Fu Yuqiu shuddered, and hurriedly woke up from the sugar-coated shells of Live Yan Luo, glaring fiercely.

He still remembers the fact that Yan Luo captured Fenghuang back!

Besides, he escaped from Jiuchongtian once, Huo Yanluo wished to set him off as fireworks, how could he help him?

Maybe he called all the wandering people here just to satisfy his own bad taste.

Having said that, but if everyone in the Living Displacement Dao comes here, will he be able to meet the three "Young Masters" directly, saving himself from going to Yun Banling for five or six hundred years?

Thinking about it this way, Fu Yuqiu's anger subsided a lot, but he still didn't want to deal with Yan Luo.

The Immortal Venerable was not angry either, and took Fu Yuqiu to the Jiuchongtian Hall slowly.

With Yan Luo alive, Fu Yuqiu couldn't run away, and didn't want to run away at all.

The immortal was leaning on the cloud chair, leaning on the armrest with his elbows, his untied long hair was hanging down, and a few locks of black hair were casually draped on Fu Yuqiu's tail feathers.

Fu Yuqiu was placed on the armrest, with the layered sleeves and elbows of the Immortal Venerable behind him, glanced back, and angrily shook off those locks of hair.

unlucky!

Yunshou moved quickly.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the sound of messy but gentle footsteps came from outside the hall, as if a group of people were walking slowly and cautiously.

Yun Shou came in: "Your Majesty, all 130 and seven people from the Wandering Path have arrived."

Fu Yuqiu was a little surprised.

Didn't it mean that the Wandering Dao is only for the young masters of the three clans and the young masters, why are there so many people?

Xianzun said lazily: "Come in the original shape, walk around."

Yun Shou said yes, and thought to himself: "To mobilize the crowd and call so many people, just... walk around? Is it possible that the Lord is choosing a concubine?"

Xianzun has a weird temper, is erratic, and is cruel and bloodthirsty. Everyone in the three clans knows this.

This time, everyone was summoned to Jiuchongtian for no reason, and the colorful birds and beasts were silent and fearful, not even daring to breathe, lest they be set off by the immortals as fireworks.

The birds and beasts walked into the hall clumsily, as if coddling quail, not even daring to lift their heads.

Some confidantes of the young masters of the three clans were more courageous, and timidly raised their heads and glanced at the cloud chair, all startled.

The white-clothed fairy sitting on the cloud chair looks like a fairy, and his robes dragged to the jade steps, dignified and graceful.

He was not interested in the "birds and beasts walking in circles" below, and his eyes fell on the little white sparrow on the armrest, with a smile on his lips, it seemed...

Some tenderness.

gentle?

Everyone shuddered.

How could the Immortal Venerable be gentle, were they frightened out of their minds? !

Fu Yuqiu didn't notice Huo Yanluo's eyes at all.

He didn't understand what the Immortal Venerable meant by this move, but it didn't prevent him from seizing the opportunity to find Feng Beihe.

There were many birds wandering the road, and Fu Yuqiu landed on the birds and beasts that passed by one by one without blinking.

But his eyes were dazzled by the colorful feathers, and he couldn't find the familiar aura.

Immortal Venerable lightly tapped the handrail with his fingers, and upon seeing this, he called Lai Yunshou again: "Turn into a human form, and walk again."

"..." The corners of Yunshou's lips twitched, "Yes."

Fu Yuqiu, who was a little listless, suddenly became excited.

Humanoid!

Although he hates humans and is somewhat blind to facial features, Feng Beihe's hateful face is like a brand.

He remembers it well!

The bewildered birds and beasts turned into human forms again, and walked around the hall with hands and feet.

After a while, Fu Yuqiu withered again.

Among these people, there was no Feng Beihe.

Immortal Venerable looked at Fu Yuqiu with drooping leaves, was silent for a while, and said, "Where are Young Master and Senior Master?"

Yun Shou: "I'm waiting in the side hall."

After all, if the three young masters and master ministers were also involved in such a scene of "choosing a concubine", it would almost be regarded as a humiliation, so they naturally refused.

Immortal Venerable said lightly: "Call me here."

Yun Shou nodded in agreement.

After a while, four people came slowly from the side hall.

Fu Yuqiu quickly turned his head to look.

The first person to come over was the man in Tsing Yi that Fu Yuqiu remembered familiarly, his appearance was somewhat similar to Qing Xi, with a gentle temperament, and there was a touch of the Cangluan clan pattern on his cheek.

——It is the head of the Cangluan clan, Feng Xingyun.

Fu Yuqiu pouted.

Sure enough, it was Feng Xingyun who asked him to come and assassinate the Immortal Venerable.

Not a good chirp.

Then there was a gloomy man in a black robe. He looked extremely gloomy, and he walked with his head down.

--do not know.

Fu Yuqiu looked at the third one.

If the second man is a dusty stone, then the third is a shining night pearl.

The young man was dressed in a gorgeous robe wrapped in bright yellow and red, his long hair was braided into jet-black braids and hung on his shoulders, and a few beautiful flower clusters were inserted on it.

That face was extremely beautiful, and seeing the immortal venerable smile made her even more charming.

--do not know.

Fu Yuqiu looked at the last person and was slightly taken aback.

The man in black looked indifferent, his face was sickly pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, his facial features were completely different from what Fu Yuqiu remembered.

Is it Fengbeihe?

Fu Yuqiu fell into confusion for a while, and didn't dare to admit it.

The four of them walked to the hall, bowed their knees respectfully, and knelt down to salute.

"I have seen my father."

Seeing Fu Yuqiu's blank expression falling on Feng Beihe, Xianzun slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Feng Beihe, transform into the original form."

Feng Beihe frowned.

Xianzun always talked to them in this kind of tone that seemed to be funny, as if there was no difference between Shaozun and Jiu Chongtian's singing oriole and white sparrow.

Even so, Feng Beihe still had to become a prototype.

A burst of faint blue flames rose, and a gorgeous red crane appeared on the spot.

"What is your father's order?"

Immortal Venerable ignored it, and lowered his eyes to look at the white sparrow on the armrest.

The white bird didn't seem to respond, but its body froze in place, the fluff on its body exploded silently, and it looked at Tonghe almost in a daze.

When the immortal called out the name "Bei He", Fu Yuqiu was already stunned.

What Feng Beihe said, "Everything is just a show", is really true.

The identity of the human race is fake, the serious injury is fake, the name is fake, even that face is fake.

Everything is just a show.

put on a show……

Before meeting Feng Beihe, when Fu Yuqiu thought of this name, he would be so angry that he would swear and curse again and again, wishing that his soul would fly away;

But when he was actually found, Fu Yuqiu's mind was strangely peaceful.

—he didn't even know why he was so calm.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned in place, staring blankly at the beautiful and gorgeous red crane.

My heart felt empty for a while, as if I had lost all my emotions.

until……

Two tears slowly fell from the red eyes.

Xianzun frowned.

Fu Yuqiu...Fu Yuqiu cried out of anger again.

The calmness after seeing Feng Beihe was not because he had no desires, no desires and no desire for revenge, but because he was too angry.

Fu Yuqiu didn't react for a while.

When a fierce flame burned all over the limbs from the heart, and went straight to the sea of ​​marrow, Fu Yuqiu was already burning with anger, tears poured out violently, and couldn't stop it.

If it wasn't for him...

If it wasn't for Feng Beihe, he would definitely still be staying in Wenyou Valley.

He also has his own beautiful little leaves that can germinate, and is sheltered by all the flowers and plants in Wenyou Valley, so he doesn't have to be shackled by others, and he doesn't have to live under the fence of others.

The grievance and anger had been suppressed for too long, and suddenly burst out.

Fu Yuqiu didn't know how to vent, and he was too easily angry to cry, and his feathers were wetted by the useless tears after a while.

Xianzun looked down at Fu Yuqiu who was crying uncontrollably, his pupils were dark, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that her eyes turned black.

With a sob, he spun violently and fell straight down from the handrail.

It's just that before Fu Yuqiu fell to the ground, he stretched out a hand and took him lightly.

Fu Yuqiu looked dying, as if she might faint at any moment, her two paws were still trembling slightly, kicking twice from time to time.

——He is probably the only one in the Three Realms who can put himself into such a posture that he wants to ascend to heaven.

Feng Beihe frowned as he watched the movement of the Immortal Venerable and the white sparrow who was crying for no reason.

This white sparrow has water lichen on its body, but it has not been killed by the immortal?

The Cangluan tribe... what kind of tricks are they playing?

Immortal Venerable put the limp white sparrow on his lap, and said calmly: "Change back, you scared him."

Feng Beihe: "..."

This was the first time Xianzun spoke to him so coldly.

Was it just for a white sparrow?

After the most turbulent anger was burnt out, Fu Yuqiu finally came to his senses, and stood unsteadily on the lap of the Immortal, looking down at Feng Beihe.

"I won't leave Jiuchongtian anymore, I will sing when I sing, and tweet when I tweet." Fu Yuqiu seemed to have finally found her purpose in life, thinking coldly, "If I can't kill him, I will take his last name."

Feng Beihe thought for a while, and vaguely knew where he had offended the Immortal Venerable.

"Father, a few days ago I already had a clue about the White Snake entering the Nine Heavens. Back then, I led people to kill all the snake clan, and only a few escaped to Huaping Snow Mountain."

Huaping Snow Mountain is the territory of Peacock Master.

As soon as this remark came out, the gloomy man who had been lowering his head slightly raised his head—the peacock young master Feng Xuesheng said "Oh" expressionlessly: "You said I protected the snake clan?"

Before Feng Beihe could speak, Feng Xuesheng replied in a self-centered manner: "I'm such a waste, how can I have the guts to disobey my father?"

Feng Beihe: "..."

Fu Yuqiu also: "..."

It was the first time I saw myself scolding myself as a waste.

This Peacock Young Master is a strange person.

While wiping Fu Yuqiu's tears, Xianzun listened to the commotion below, and said casually: "There is no need to argue about those trivial matters."

Everyone was startled.

Little things?

The Immortal Venerable hates the snake clan and wants to slaughter all the snakes in the world, why is it such a trivial matter now?

So what's the big deal?

Xianzun glanced at Fu Yuqiu and frowned slightly.

Bai Que stood on his lap and looked at Feng Beihe coldly, the tears that were irritated would not stop falling for a while, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Thinking of something, the Immortal Venerable suddenly smiled, and raised his hand to summon the bloody phoenix plume. With a slight touch, the spiritual power suddenly became unrestrained, and the feather flashed golden-red light.

"This feather has half of the Phoenix inheritance."

The Immortal Venerable moved his index finger lightly with great interest, and let the feather carrying the Phoenix inheritance flutter between his fingers: "I said before that as long as you have the ability, you can get the inheritance of the Phoenix Market. "

As soon as these words came out, the crowd with their heads down suddenly raised their heads.

Fu Yuqiu also looked up in a daze, and the tears would not stop for a while, as he raised his head, the tears dripped down.

Phoenix... Inheritance?

Tonghe, Peacock, Cangluan, and even the chicks who do not participate in the struggle between the three clans, each clan has a little bit of Phoenix blood.

Once half of the phoenix inheritance is obtained, not only the cultivation, but also the identity and bloodline will be able to drop hundreds of streets of other clans.

The golden feather usually given by the immortal is just an appendage wrapped in his spiritual power.

And even a thousand golden feathers are no match for half of the Phoenix inheritance.

Feng Xingyun, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, and his clear voice sounded, making people feel like spring breeze.

"Father, you have something to worry about, do you need us to relieve your worries?"

Even Feng Xuesheng, the peacock young master who always felt that he was a waste, raised his head and stared at the immortal master intently.

The ambitious Feng Beihe held his five fingers firmly, and looked at the white sparrow on the immortal's lap with an indifferent expression.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone looked at the immortal.

"As long as any of you can make my sparrow happy..."

The immortal held up Fu Yuqiu, whose face was full of tears, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and looked at Fu Yuqiu with gentle eyes.

"This half of the phoenix inheritance belongs to someone."

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Four people: "???"

The author has something to say:

Jiujiu: I can cry for another three days.