Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 8

Green bamboos are planted all over Qingjing Peak. If you look down from above, you will find that these green bamboos are planted into a maze and a trap.

There is a bamboo courtyard among them. There are many wind chimes of different styles and materials hanging on the eaves of the bamboo eaves.

Among them is an extremely narrow path that only allows one person to walk alone. It is paved with cold jade that is difficult to exchange for one side even with tens of thousands of spiritual stones in the outside world.

If outside cultivators see it, they will inevitably shout "violent waste".

However, Cangtan, who has a high status in the Ninth Beginning Sect... Shangjun, just used this cold jade as stones that can be seen everywhere, and built a path.

An Xiaoyu lowered his eyes and walked on this road step by step, his mood became calm with the chill.

In the depths of this bamboo forest, there is a clear lake.A bamboo bridge is built with bamboo groups that are directly connected. When the lake passes by, it vibrates against the bamboo, which is crisp and pleasant.

The bamboo bridge leads straight to a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the pavilion, and a plate of delicate snacks and a cup of tea are placed on the jade table.A few days ago, on a soft couch, someone was reclining, his face was at most 25-[-], his eyebrows were sculpted into his temples, his white clothes fell down like petals, his long black hair was as pitch-black as a crow's feathers, untied and untied. The bed is full.

The man's eyes were lightly closed, long and thick eyelashes drooping down, his face was clean and elegant, and his whole body looked extremely noble. A drop of bright red tear mole in his eyes embellished that face like an ink painting with a few touches of color in his life.

An Xiaoyu walked around the jade table, knelt down in front of the soft couch, and called softly, "Father."

Hearing this, the eyelashes trembled, the monk in white slowly opened his eyes, his lips that were so pale that they were almost pale opened slightly, and his voice was gentle and unadulterated like a clear spring, "You are back."

The corners of An Xiaoyu's lips curled into a natural and comfortable smile, "Yeah."

At the beginning of the ninth century, Liuchen, the son of Shuilan Daoist, was rumored to be from the outside world, and his teacher was Shuilan Cangtan.

It’s just Mahayana and above, and people from Jiuchuzong know that Liuchen is Cangtan 19 years ago. He left Jiuchu suddenly for a trip, and brought him back a year later, claiming to be his own child.

An Heyi propped himself up, and his raven hair slid down, making his complexion transparent and pale. He looked down at An Xiaoyu tenderly, and said with a light smile, "Then, tell me?"

Shui Lan Cangtan at the beginning of the ninth day, before Han Wang Shangjun Hengkong appeared, had been occupying the first place on the beauty list, unmatched by anyone.

Even before that, he had been hiding from the world for 500 years.

When Cangtan was young and walking in the world of comprehension at the beginning of the ninth day, his smile was once called by the Danyan Pavilion monk who was lucky enough to see him.

——The world is bleak, the mountains and rivers are eclipsed, and there is only one person, smiling.

An Heyi's face is simple and clean, while Feng Queci's face is complex and gorgeous, they are two completely opposite styles of beauty.

At this time, An Heyi, who had lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, lost his usual indifference, the ice and snow melted, and pressed everything down, as if there was nothing, his voice and appearance disappeared.

The simplicity is to the extreme, which breeds an extreme charm.

An Xiaoyu murmured: "Okay..."

The Golden Crow began to swim in the sky, and the clouds were indistinct.

Liuxia Peak is still silent, with continuous snow.

An Xiaoyu walked up the stairs, step by step, calmly and slowly.

Although he told his master yesterday evening that he wanted to come and inform his uncle, he was finally dragged away by his father to talk about it in the middle of the night, so he didn't come to Liuxia Peak until early in the morning.

Turning a corner, there was a person standing quietly in front of him.

His snowy hair was disheveled, and his purple clothes were luxurious, but he abruptly wore a feeling that he was not stained with the world of mortals, like a god who is supreme and cold.

The young man looked at the mountains in the distance, and there was a corner of the palace with green shades slanting, and the bells were dancing in the wind, and the crisp sound came faintly.

The place that cannot be seen in the distance is this magnificent and magnificent original world with picturesque mountains and rivers.

An Xiaoyu was not surprised at all, and stood in front of him, watching the scenery of Jiuchu with him.

After a long time, the boy's voice sounded, different from the previous two voices, this time it was as cold as an ice cube, "Why did you call Ah Ci 'Uncle Shi'?"

"Uncle Master asked me to call him that." An Xiaoyu was not surprised by the question he asked, his eyebrows and eyes frowned, and the past many years ago came out of his mouth.

That was ten years ago, when An Xiaoyu was eight years old.

At that time, An Xiaoyu, as An Heyi's only child, was also of high status in the Jiuchu Sect, and was favored by the entire Shuilan lineage of monks.It's also fortunate that he is not an ordinary child, otherwise there would be another devil king in today's comprehension world.

And An Xiaoyu's father, Mr. An Heyi, was the eldest son of the An family, and had three younger brothers.

Of the three younger brothers, An Xuyi, the second son of the An family, joined the Sword Sect, with the Taoist name Wuzhen; the third son, An Zhaiyi, became the head of the An family; .

Although An Heyi has been removed from the An family tree, these three are all elder brothers who are close to him, and these three have no children except An Zhaiyi, but An Zhaiyi's children are extremely naughty, and with An Zhaiyi Xiaoyu, a well-behaved child, made the two of them even more stubborn, so they both loved An Xiaoyu as if they were their own.

In this regard, An Heyi is happy to see the results, and has no great dissatisfaction.

However, An Xiaoyu, who was young at that time, always saw his two uncles appearing with bruised noses and swollen faces, while the third uncle was laughing and teasing.

Although the two uncles smiled gently and looked pretty, but when their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen...

An Xiaoyu said to a friend a long time later: "If I wasn't an ordinary child, I would have been scared to cry at that time."

That is to say, under the doting of the elders, when An Xiaoyu was eight years old, after being stimulated by an incident, he resolutely... chose to choose a place in Jiuchuzong to think about things.

However, after walking for a long time, he got lost.

An Heyi is the elder of Qingxiao Peak, one of the ten main peaks in the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. His dao name is Cangtan, and he is also the default master of Shui Lan's lineage.

So because of his father, An Xiaoyu grew up in Jiuchu Sect, so logically speaking, it is impossible for him to get lost in Jiuchu.

But he's not only lost, he's in a place he's never been before.

That is a mountain.

This mountain is full of cold plums, and it looks plain white, except for the simple branches of the plum trees and the little plum blossoms.

It was midsummer, but the mountain range was covered with heavy snow and ice.

Curious for a moment, An Xiaoyu walked in with the thought that "this is the beginning of the ninth century and there will be no danger".

Then, he was slapped in the face.

As soon as he set foot on the winding, narrow and rough mountain road, he jumped up and narrowly avoided the flying arrows.

As soon as he landed, he bent down instinctively, avoiding the trees that were directly facing him.

Then, countless frost and snow appeared around the surrounding area, and the stone stairs also began to freeze.

It was freezing cold.

At the moment when An Xiaoyu was almost frozen into an ice sculpture, a black-clothed monk stepped on the snow, his eyebrows were bright but full of ice, and his light-ink phoenix eyes were heavy: "Why did you come?"

The moment the black-clothed monk appeared, the ice stopped spreading, and An Xiaoyu was not frozen, but was stunned.

In his previous life, he was a descendant of a noble family, so he was used to seeing beauties, and those who practice Taoism seldom have ugly people, but if it is only about appearance, his three uncles are all very handsome, and the sum of them is not as good as the ink clothes in front of him. The monk is half handsome.

Only his father can compare.

It's not just about appearance, in the eyes of monks, the appearance is no more than a skin, but what is really seen is the strength of character.

This cultivator's appearance is very prosperous and gorgeous, but he looks empty and cold, with a straight back, cold eyes, and a very cold aura around him, with a strong aura that cannot be ignored.

Like a god.

However, An Xiaoyu felt in his heart that the current appearance and temperament were more like he was imitating another person.

I don't know why this feeling comes, but it is definitely abnormal.

An Xiaoyu thought, this person should be a burning fire.

It's just a moment to change all kinds of thoughts in my heart.

The monk waved his sleeves, and the ice faded away, allowing An Xiaoyu to regain his freedom, "Whose child are you?"

The voice is cold, and the voice is like jade hitting, very beautiful.

An Xiaoyu managed to pull back a trace of consciousness: "Qingxiao Peak... Cangtan."

The black-clothed monk turned around, "This seat will take you back."

An Xiaoyu finally remembered why he appeared here, and said willfully, "No."

The man did not stop, nor did he speak.

An Xiaoyu hurriedly followed.

This time, probably because it was the monk, nothing came out along the way.

At the top of the mountain, a young man appeared in front of the black-clothed monk and saluted, but was stopped by the man raising his hand, "Send him back."

An Xiaoyu immediately refused when she heard the words, "No."

He found a reason for himself, "Look at how deserted you are, why don't I accompany you?"

The black-clothed cultivator turned his head, his usually indifferent eyes finally showed some emotional fluctuations, he was a bit surprised, without further words, he said to the young man, "Take care of him." He walked into the hall.

Three days later, a visitor came to visit.

At that time, the man was dressed in black and black, his long hair was only wrapped around a few times with a red ribbon, and he was sitting on the waterside pavilion, playing chess with An Xiaoyu.

When Cang Yue, An Heyi, and An Wangyi arrived, it was a terrifying scene.

Seeing them coming, An Xiaoyu stood up and saluted, "I've seen you, teacher, uncle."

And the black-clothed monk lowered his eyes, put the jade chess away, passed An Xiaoyu, and walked out of the waterside pavilion.

Under the afterglow, the shadow elongated, somewhat lonely for no reason.

From beginning to end, plain as water.

After returning to Qingxiao Peak, Lord Cang Yue, who had been silent since seeing the monk, asked, "Xiao Yu, what do you think of him?"

An Xiaoyu said: "He is lonely, sad, proud, and affectionate." At the end he added, "I like him."

Cang Yue fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he asked An Xiaoyu, "Would you like to accompany him?"

When An Heyi and An Wangyi heard the words, they looked a little disapproving. As soon as the words came to their lips, An Xiaoyu's voice sounded, unwavering: "Yes."

Cang Yue smiled and rubbed his head: "You are a good boy, he will like you. I will take you to meet him tomorrow and leave you on Liuxia Peak."

Liuxia Peak...

An Xiaoyu asked: "Headmaster, who is he?"

Cang Yue hesitated for a moment instead, after all, that person's reputation is really enough to make a child stop crying.In the end, he still said it: "Han Wang Shangjun, Feng Que's speech."

An Xiaoyu's eyes widened, feeling that it was true in his heart, but his face was shocked: "That Lord Han Wang who is known as the 'God of Killing'?"

After all, apart from Feng Que Ci, he really couldn't think of anyone else who could have that kind of charm.

Lord Han Wang is the most god-like monk he has ever seen.

But also the least like.

Cang Yue nodded.

An Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, and then said with half-truth and half-false emotion: "In the initial world, his killing name is extraordinary, and some people say that his appearance is extremely handsome. I didn't believe it, but now... I can only It makes people sigh: Those people simply described his appearance too simply! Uncle, you can’t compare to half of his appearance alone!"

An Wangyi's face darkened.

After hitting his uncle, An Xiaoyu continued, "Actually, now I think the people he killed must be the heinous ones."

Cang Yue couldn't turn the corner for a while: "What is the connection between the two?"

It was rare for An Xiaoyu to be superficial, "He looks so good-looking!"

The three of them fell to each other: "..." Just because of this...the reason why he is good-looking—although they don't want to admit it, Han Wang's looks are indeed...that can make people think so.

etc!What are they thinking?

An Xiaoyu then attacked the three of them: "I think the people he killed must have been greedy for his beauty, or the people who admired him fell in love with him, so they went to trouble him, and they were killed by him in the end!"

Reasonable and well-founded, with a beginning and an end, it is very logical, and the three overhauls are involved.

The three began to think deeply.

It seems to be very correct to say this--could this be the truth? !

An Xiaoyu successfully stunned the three of them.

"so?"

"It's not over yet." An Xiaoyu frowned.

On the second day, Cang Yue took An Xiaoyu to Liuxia Peak——Liuxia Peak is the snowy peak covered with winter plums, one of the ten main peaks in the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, and also the most special main peak.

On the way here, Cang Yue had finished popularizing science with An Xiaoyu.

Liuxia Peak is the peak with the highest combat power in Jiuchu, not one of them.

This peak is also the only place where there are Huashen disciples in the ninth day of the ninth century.

As for the first seat, at least one must have a cultivation level comparable to Mahayana!Otherwise, he would be forced to resign in a few years.

Of course, this peak is also the most beautiful and full of traps.

According to An Xiaoyu's understanding, it is - DPS is over the top, scheming, lunatics haunt, a lot of neuropathy, Xanadu, Tangmen.

The black-clothed monk was sitting on the waterside pavilion, his eyes were looking into the distance, his pupils were slightly slack, as if he was in a trance, his face was cold.

When Cang Yue stepped into the water pavilion, he looked over.

Cang Yue pulled An Xiaoyu and sat opposite him.

"Han Wang, I want you to take care of Xiaoyu, is it possible?"

Lord Han Wang, who is famous in the entire cultivation world for his coldness, shook his head, "Send it to Lianyi Peak, your master."

"Do you know Yu's identity?"

"He Yi's only son."

Cang Yue persuaded: "This kid likes you, so it's okay to let him be here on Liuxia Peak."

Feng Que shook his head.

"Han Wang, you won't lose anything if you put him by your side." Cang Yue put on his old face and tempted him, "Think about it, there are so many people in the world who want you to take their descendants as disciples, and now you will Xiaoyu put you here, just to block those people, and there are only less than ten people who will come to you in the future, and it is impossible to make more troubles. This is also very good for you, and you will not offend too many people. And you Xijing, Xiaoyu has been smart since she was a child, so she won't bother you too much, isn't that bad?"

——Although Han Wang Shangjun is famous for killing, but he can't hold back his good looks, high DPS, and high status: An Xiaoyu thought so.

A few drops of speechlessness appeared in Feng Que's eyes.

Cang Yue was very kind to him, and of course he knew that he was always thinking of him, but for him, he could do the same for his majestic Ninth Beginning Teacher... I have to say, it really touched him.

But he still shook his head.

An Xiaoyu looked at them, thinking deeply.

Lord Cangyue really loves Lord Han Wang very much, in order not to offend too many people, he did not hesitate to use him as the only son of his senior brother.

But he didn't believe that his father and uncle would not be able to figure it out, but they didn't do anything to stop him. What's the reason?

It seems that there are many mysteries about Han Wang Shang Jun Feng Queci...

He was really getting more and more curious.

Then, he said, "Sir Han Wang, are you waiting for someone?"

"Actually, quiet or not doesn't matter to you at all, and you didn't refuse because you like quiet. I guess, you are waiting for someone, and you are deliberately imitating him. And that person is very important to you , it is he who is quiet, not you. You are sure that that person will come to Jiuchu, and after coming to Jiuchu, you will come to a place with cold plums in the snow, so you came to Liuxia Peak. But you don't know when he will come, So you don't reject their idea of ​​wanting you to accept disciples, just so that one day that person will come to you."

He smiled and asked proudly, "Am I right?"

Later, Cang Yue once said: At that moment, he was completely shocked.

"Is that all?" Feng Queci said softly, "You may be right, but it's not enough."

Hearing this, he was already a little loose.

"I know there is a kind of fairy artifact that can let you see the person in your heart."

"You stay here." Feng Que left in a huff.

An Xiaoyu saluted Cang Yue and followed, leaving Cang Yue froze.

Cang Yue left Liuxia Peak stiffly in a trance.

It was not until he returned to Jiuyuan Peak that he managed to regain his senses.

He felt that he seemed to have heard too much information that he should not know.I always feel that he might be silenced...

In Liuxia Peak, Feng Queci completely ignored An Xiaoyu.

On the contrary, An Xiaoyu followed Feng Queci persistently, "I won't disturb you."

"By the way, what should I call you?"

After a long time, only two words floated into his ears, very lightly: "Master Uncle."

"Speaking of which, I still admire my courage at that time, and I also think it was lucky that my uncle didn't slap me to death at that time." An Xiaoyu said.

Turning around drunk after listening to the sound, the purple clothes flew across a beautiful arc, like butterfly wings flying, "Thank you."

"No need. I will need to call you uncle in the future."

"After all, you are expected to be the youngest in that generation."

"It's true, it's an imitation." Listening drunk said.

Imitate you.An Xiaoyu said in his heart.

Tsk... As soon as I saw you, I compared it with my uncle, and I saw it all at once.

"For this, I would like to ask you more: Do you not really want to talk to anyone except your uncle?"

"Yes."

"Can't it be cured?"

"Probably not."

"I'll find a way."

"No need, I'm used to it already." Lingyin said drunkly, something flashed in her eyes.

I'm... Impossible.Hundreds of millions of years have passed, no matter how hopeful it is, it becomes disappointment...

Moreover, what's the benefit of wasting more time with people?

"A Ci, I'm up there, waiting for you."

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Repaired on May 2018.6.26, [-]