9000 years

"Lingyi, the phoenix bone in Fuyu's body is mine, when will it be your turn to decide?" Xuanli stood on the cloud, showing a rare carefree smile.

Wuling had already been unsheathed, and the blood-red light covered the blade. It resonated with its master, and the backlash was beyond Lingyi's imagination. He was forced to retreat steadily, but had no choice but to retreat back to the sea of ​​consciousness. The phoenix bones in Yu's body also became agitated because of Xuanli's blood on the sword. Under the dual effects, Lingyi felt the feeling of being controlled by others for the first time.

Xuanli has found a way to punish him, and it seems that this body can't stay any longer.

The only thing Lingyi didn't expect was Wuling's birth, the sword energy's rejection of aliens was beyond his expectation, if there was only one phoenix bone, it would definitely not be able to hurt Lingyi.

Fuyu in the sea of ​​consciousness had already woken up, and when he opened his eyes, there was no one in the hall, he sat up after reacting for a long time on the bed, he touched his face, raised his arms and moved, repeatedly confirming that he was indeed Wake up, not dreaming.

The heavy hall door slammed softly, and Wu Yao came in slowly with a basin of hot water and stopped outside the gauze tent, asking softly, "Does Your Highness want to wash up?"

Fu Yu opened his mouth, the breath passing through his throat was painful, he coughed hard a few times, and found that his voice was hoarse, he asked in a calm voice: "What time is it?"

"Return to Your Highness, the hour has just passed."

"Oh." Fu Yu responded, signaling Wu Yao to put down the water and go out.

Fuyu was in a daze, the memories in his mind were messy, and people who were disturbed intermittently were disturbed. He scratched his hair and planned to get out of bed and wash his face to wake up. The moment he moved his body, his calf suddenly touched a cold object. Feeling cold, he subconsciously stepped back a little. He lifted the quilt, and a white dagger was wrapped in it. The hilt was glowing coldly, and there was a bit of chill in the hall that had not yet brightened.Fuyu stared at the hilt of the sword in a daze, turned her head and stopped Wuyao who was walking away.

"Did anyone come here yesterday?"

Wu Yao glanced at Fu Yu suspiciously, then lowered her head and replied: "Yesterday, Emperor Fengling of the Heavenly Realm came here at dusk, gave him a sword and left."

Fu Yu: "Did something happen? Or what did you say?"

Wu Yao shook her head: "No, I just explained a few words and left without even entering the main hall."

Fu Yu stroked the dagger in his hand, and with a sigh of relief, he signaled Wu Yao to go out. Such an ending was within his expectation.

Wu Yao closed the door and went out, Fu Yu held the sword in his hand, for some reason, ever since seeing the sword, his heart has been beating very fast, as if something was about to come out, he held the handle of the sword, and the moment he unsheathed it , a burst of red light burst out suddenly, the light was a bit dazzling, Fu Yu stretched out his hand to block it, within an inch, a ray of extremely domineering breath suddenly penetrated into the sky, the spiritual power was very hot, like a handful of fire burning In his heart, Fu Yu clutched his chest, feeling a little dazed from the heat.

He stared blankly at the sword, muttering to himself: "What is this?"

And Lingyi, who was already injured, was burning like a raging fire at this moment. Xuanli really held his lifeline. It is the Lihuo Qi of the Phoenix lineage, which is the most pure and yang thing in the world. Now, Xuanli uses this phoenix bone to directly send his own Phoenix bloodline into Fuyu's body, which is different from the original spiritual root. The thick phoenix bones are completely integrated into one, and the pressure of the remaining demons is suppressed. The phoenix produces demons, but after all, it is only the end of the duckweed. Almost sucked.

He probably really wants to find a new body, but in this world, there are very few demons he can think of, where can he find it?Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, he smiled, maybe that would be a good choice.

When Fu Yu stepped onto Shangwu Palace, the palace gate was closed tightly, as if thanking guests behind closed doors.

Fuyu stood in front of the door and knocked for a moment, a little fairy servant hurriedly ran out from inside, his eyes were a little strange, he opened the door a crack, exposed half of his head to look at Fuyu, before Fuyu opened his mouth, he blinked his eyes Said: "Your Majesty is not feeling well. I don't see any guests today. Please go back, Your Highness!"

Fu Yu was already worried, but when he heard that he was sick, he became even more worried.

He wanted to break in even if he died, he took advantage of the moment when the little fairy servant closed the door, he grabbed the crack of the door, and made a gesture to squeeze in, but the fairy servant couldn't resist him, he lost his strength after a couple of blows, so he had to hurry. He shouted: "The emperor said he couldn't see you, so please stop pushing, Your Highness."

Fuyu had already pushed the door open a big crack, but the door of the mansion today was extremely heavy, as if something was holding it against it, Fuyu had to use a lot of effort to push it open a little bit, and at this moment, when he heard this, he immediately unloaded the door. strength.

"Why? Why doesn't Your Majesty want to see me?"

He was still holding on to the door, his eyes fixed on the fairy servant's face, the little fairy servant was flustered for a moment, he pushed his feathers hastily, pushed him out and said through the door: "Your Majesty is really not feeling well today. , Your Highness, please come back another day."

Peach blossoms fell all over the ground not far away, and Fuyu stood in a daze outside the palace gate, staring up at the plaque on the towering gate in a daze. If you don't see him, then you must have made preparations in advance.

Is he really sick?What did you do for yourself?Fu Yu is now most afraid that he will not say anything.

The aroma of the peach grove is still there, the ripe peaches are too late to pick and hang on the branches, and the pond is also covered by peach blossoms. It seems that no one has been here for a long time. The peach blossoms on the stone table have accumulated a thick layer, and some of them have already disappeared. withered.

Fu Yu casually picked a few peaches and put them in his bosom, took a handful of clean water and washed them off. Isn't he sick, so I will wait until he feels comfortable.

Fuyu took a few dripping peaches and sat down at the door, the steps were spotless, he ate while listening to the movement inside, if Xuanli was awake, he would definitely know he was here.

However, the entire Shangwu Palace was quiet, as if there was no one there, not even the sound of shaking leaves could be heard.

Above the clouds, the prohibition of Shangwu Palace exudes a faint golden streamer, Fu Yu took a bite of a peach, and suddenly felt that he was not worthy of Xuanli at all.

Yes, he doesn't deserve him.

4 years ago, he was a mortal and was not worthy of him. 4 years later, he was reincarnated for the first time, but he only knew how to play all day long. He didn't even dare to express his intentions. God, he is even more unworthy of bad debts. From the beginning to the end, they are not from the same world.

The peach in his mouth suddenly lost its taste, he lowered his hand, unsteady, and the half-eaten peach rolled to the ground, with a few peach blossoms stained on the gap he bit open, and he didn't feel like eating any more.

God of Night spreads out the constellations, the Milky Way lays in the center, printing a piece of charming colors, for some reason, the sky is extremely cold today, Fu Yu stays colder and colder, shivering as if he is not wearing clothes.

There are no four seasons in heaven, and the change of four seasons is in the hands of the master of this palace. Now it is so cold suddenly, it is Xuanli who is forcing him to leave.

However, the more he is forced, the more Fuyu wants to stay. If he can't see Xuanli today, unless he freezes to death, don't let him go.

In the second half of the night, even the stars were darkened in the sky, the moonlight was hidden in the dark clouds, and refused to give a ray of light. Snowflakes floated in the sky, and the bone-chilling chill was overwhelming. Fuyu huddled under the door, his whole body was already frozen.

He tried to take a breath, but his palms were completely frozen, and he breathed lightly, feeling nothing.

He turned around and glanced at the palace gate, touched it lightly with his fingers, and murmured: "Let me see you, I'll go if I have nothing to do, okay? Please let me see you, ah Mausoleum"

I don't know if it was the snow that fell too hard, or he was froze, but as soon as the words fell, the tears kept coming out.

There was a thick layer of snow under his feet, hot tears fell down, and in a blink of an eye there was an ice pit, he didn't want to cry, so he desperately tried to block it with his hands, and pressed his eyes stiffly with his fingers, but the hot tears hurt and burned him.

I don't know when he fell asleep, or maybe he fainted from the cold. When he woke up again, the sun had already come out, and the snow in front of the Shangwu Palace had been swept away. He was covered in snow, and it took him a while to shake off. clean.

The little fairy envoy came out of the courtyard just in time, holding a broom in his hand, he was startled when he saw Fuyu, he came over to look tremblingly, and it took him a while to tell who it was.

"His Royal Highness Fuyu? Didn't you leave?" It was the little fairy servant from yesterday again, who woke up Fuyu with a blah, and turned around, only to find that the door of the mansion was open, and he stumbled to the door without responding. He went in, but was grabbed from behind.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has gone to the lower realm early in the morning and is no longer in the mansion. When he left, he told us not to let you in. Don't make things difficult for us, Your Highness."

Fuyu looked inside through the gate of the mansion, the flowers were red and the willows were green in Shangwu Palace, it didn't look like it had snowed, this snow was for him alone.

Fuyu's whole body was still stiff, and the melted snow on his hair was still dripping down, he lowered his head, took a few steps back, and said, "Okay, I won't go in, I'll wait for him here, he If you come back, please tell me."

All eyes were pure white snow, only the place where he had sat all night suddenly had a patch of strange color, Xiaoxian gave him a few glances in puzzlement and pity, and as he swept away the snow, Fuyu's robe Wet, basking in the sun, sticking to the body sticky.

He put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and pinched his sleeves. He remembered that the robe he was wearing was chosen by Xuanli back then.

The fairy attendant came and went, everyone looked at him a few times, but no one spoke to him, he sat there like a stake, quietly waiting.

The sun warmed the snow, and the robes turned from wet to dry. The sun continued to go west, but still no one came back.

Fu Yu stared at the path in the peach forest without moving, expecting the long-lost person to appear in the next second.

It was night again, and all the fairy servants returned to the mansion, leaving him alone sitting outside, the previous little fairy servant looked at him a few times, couldn't bear it and didn't dare to make decisions on his own, after all, he could only sigh Slowly close the door.

The night was darker, with black clouds pressing overhead, Fu Yu looked up, wondering if it was going to rain or wind tonight?

After a while, the heaven fulfilled his wish. The storm came together, and the big raindrops flew on his face. He sat there without moving, letting the rain pour down on his head, soaking his whole body and making his hair wet. It stuck to his face, and the tied ponytail was soaked in the rain and became abnormally heavy. He raised his hand to untie it, and just sat in front of the door with disheveled hair, never moving again.

That night, he still didn't wait for Xuanli, and didn't sleep, looking at the direction of Taolin through the hazy rain curtain.

Then, for more than ten days in a row, at the end, the fairy servant was used to his existence, and he had to say hello to him every day when he got up.

Xuanli came back before, but always came back quietly when he was not paying attention or fell asleep, and then left quietly.

Fu Yu at the door became more and more haggard, and anyone could tell that the fire in his eyes was being extinguished bit by bit.

It was another rainy night, Fu Yu was sitting in the rain, staring blankly at the front, he no longer knew what he was looking at, because the depth of the peach forest was always dark, he had already engraved the tree in front of him in his mind However, the people he was waiting for still refused to see him.

The rain flooded his eyes, he lowered his head, the piercing water dripped down his eyelids, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes and cried loudly, the unstoppable sobs melted into the violent rain, he thought that even if When Xuanli was angry, he always felt sorry for himself, so he waited quietly, under the wind and rain, and used all the tricks he could use. Unfortunately, that person's heart was like a copper wall and an iron wall, even if he fainted in Shangwu Palace Before, he had never appeared to see it once, and even the fairy servant in the mansion had never said a word to him.

It was only now that he vaguely understood that maybe Xuanli had really cut off his emotions and desires, and he no longer loved himself. For him, everything now is just an increase in troubles.

He seemed to cry out all the grievances in his heart for a long time. He curled up on a small square stone step, buried his head in his knees, and his voice dissipated into the void through the muffled sound of rain.

He couldn't stop murmuring: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He didn't know why he was apologizing, but he didn't have anything to say, he asked for everything he could, and that was all that was left.

The rain stopped, it was dawn, the sun rose from the east, Fu Yu was cold all over, and his consciousness was in a trance.

Looking from a distance under a small beam of sunlight from the tree, he turned around stiffly and glanced at Shangwu Palace, with his palm lightly covering the heavy gate of the mansion, he held a dark blue hair tie in his hand, and his fingers were white with cold. The tip slowly passed over the hair tie, the nostalgia in his eyes made people feel distressed, then he squatted down and placed the hair tie in the center of the courtyard, wrapping it together with a strand of plain white hair.

Then he walked down the steps slowly. He heard the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by faint footsteps. He turned around and stared at the door with red eyes. His hairband was blown up in the wind, and the silver hair wrapped in it was blown to pieces, and he disappeared in a moment, only the dark blue hairband dangling and finally fell in front of him, falling into a pool of rainwater.

Fu Yu suddenly laughed, he took one last look at the closed mansion door lifelessly, then turned around slowly, he walked very slowly, his figure disappeared into the peach forest after a long time, and the hair tie stayed where it was, reflecting A dazzling blue.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps stopped in the courtyard, Xuanli pushed open the door, walked slowly to the hairband and picked it up. In the other hand was a strand of silver hair, and he stared at it without saying a word. In a trance, a huge and abrupt force struck straight from behind, and before he could react, he was wrapped in a wet embrace.