Hidden God - Chapter 101

Chapter One Hundred and One

The eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​ink, but they were particularly indifferent and cold. They fell on a seven or eight-year-old baby. Although they looked pretty, they were really weird.

He looked at Feng Yin, his face was calm, but his heart was extremely surprised.

Why didn’t my aunt tell him that the little Phoenix who came out of her shell back then, but after a sleep, he woke up as a demigod. On the day Feng Yin awakened, the Thunder Tribulation of the God of Advancement was clearly not descended from within the Three Realms. Why?

Feng Yin was stared at by the doll, and she was a little flustered for a while, but she was reincarnated for a thousand years, and her concentration was not back then, so she stabilized her mind and coughed and looked at the little doll curiously: “Which child are you?”

As soon as this arrogant voice came out, it gave the standing baby a very familiar feeling.

Feng Yin looked down at the little baby who was out of the sky, a little bit of laughter in his eyes.

Although this doll looks like it has no immortal power, it takes hundreds of years for the Tiangong Weaver Girl to weave just a cloud brocade robe on her body, and it must not be an ordinary fairy family child. She has a vast friendship with masters, and it may be the little ancestor of the fairy house who followed the elders to visit Fengdao.

She could have fanned the doll back to Maejima with a single wing, but for some reason, the appearance of the little doll and those eyes were somehow familiar, and she liked it very much.

Could it be the elders of this child who had made friends with this child when he walked the Three Realms as a water-condensed beast thousands of years ago? Feng Yin’s thoughts turned, but she couldn’t remember this subtle origin, and her brows frowned.

This doubtful emotion of her also fell in the eyes of the little doll in white clothes under the ancestral tree. He frowned and looked at Feng Yin with a slightly inquiring look.

“What does the emperor ask you? Little Wawa, haven’t your parents told you that the ancient forest on Wutong Fengdao is a forbidden land? Why did you come here alone?” Feng Yin asked patiently, while secretly spurning himself. Good-looking people are exceptionally patient and stinky.

“Why? Refusing to say it?” Seeing this little baby always staring at herself without speaking, Feng Yin raised her eyebrows. “A big man can change his name or not change his surname. What’s the fear of signing a name…”

Feng Yin has lived in the reincarnation for thousands of years, and her speech has also become mortal, but she has not had time to preach, and the little doll has already saluted her upright and opened her mouth: “Kunlun Mountain Lianxi Shangjun Zuo 10 The third disciple came to Bai and met Emperor Feng.”

Feng Yinli came to the throne in a confused and unpretentious manner. On weekdays, even the rituals of the tribes of Fengdao were not cleaned up. He was suddenly given an ancient ritual by such a small doll, and he was still a little uncomfortable. Listen to him. Only when I reported my family did I realize where the familiarity with this doll came from. Back then, she and Shangjun Lianxi in Kunlun Mountains did have several bonds.

“It turns out to be a disciple of Lianxi, why did you come to the ancient forest alone? Where did your master go?” Feng Yin got closer to Shangbai and frowned, “Little baby, you Kunlun has hidden a caveman’s elixir. A magical medicine, you can sit and transform into a prince by taking one of them. Why is your Xianji so bad?”

The immortal power on Shang Bai’s body was so weak that it was almost impossible to perceive it. Kunlun’s good pill refining medicine, even if the child had a weak foundation, could not be so miserable by just feeding some elixir.

There was a strange touch across Shang Bai’s eyes, and he hung his head back: “Shang Bai has a weak foundation since he was a child, and his roots are not good. Master Meng did not give up and led him to practice in Kunlun. Master heard that the soul-relief tower on Phoenix Island in Wutong has the power of immortality. This is a miraculous effect. This is the only way to bring Bailai Fengdao to ask the emperor to grant the soul-suppressing tower. The day before yesterday, Master had something to call, Master returned to Kunlun first, and left me here to store the bones. I entered Fengdao in the early days of the white, and I don’t know the ancient forest. Taboo, strayed into the noble forbidden area…”

Little Wawa’s voice lowered and lowered, and her head was buried, as if she was extremely ashamed.

As soon as Feng Yin heard this, he remembered about the Soul Resurrection Tower. The Soul Resurrection Tower was given by Donghua Yuanqi Atonement back then. It is reasonable to say that Fengyin should return Daze Mountain when he wakes up, but Daze Mountain has already… Look at the doll.

It was a pity that this child looked at spirituality, but was born unsuitable for cultivating immortals. Feng Yin’s immortal power was low when he was a water-condensing beast, and he was a little dizzy.

“So, don’t panic. You are a disciple of Lianxi, and you have some incense with the emperor. Let’s go, the soul-suppression tower is not here, and the emperor will take you there. Since you need the soul-suppression tower to contain immortal bones, you Stay in Fengdao for more time, so you can follow the emperor and don’t get lost again.” After Feng Yin finished speaking, he took the white hand and walked out of the forest, just like an elder.

The little baby who was held by her hand was obviously taken aback. When she recovered, she had been led away by the neat Fenghuang for a while. He took small steps to follow Feng invisible, and looked up just to see the fire phoenix on the girl’s sleeve.

Under the backlight, the fire phoenix seemed to take off against the sunset, rippling with fresh vitality, and a touch of warmth appeared in the heart of the white ice for thousands of years.

He flicked to his waist, where the fire phoenix jade that had been hanging for a thousand years was no longer there.

He looked up at the girl’s back, his eyes were slightly astringent, but he was filled with relief and emotion.

A glimpse back then, followed by a thousand years of sleep. I never thought that the little phoenix who accompanied him through thousands of years of loneliness in Qingchi Palace was such a temperament.

If Ah Yin knows, I’m afraid he will love her…

Just as the name brushed through the bottom of my heart, there was a dull pain that couldn’t be hidden in the bottom of his white eyes. He lowered his eyes, and it was too late to feel the frustration that penetrated his bones as usual. Feng Yin just bowed his head, warm. The hand squeezed between his fingers and cast a smile at him.

Shangbai stunned and pursed her lips. The palms of her hands caught by Feng Yin warmed. She silently followed Feng Yin’s steps, and her stiff body softened quietly.

The silhouettes of the two of them drifted away in the sunset. There was a surging of divine power in the air, and Feng Ran emerged. She looked at the back of the big and the small, touched her chin, and gave two unexplained tuts.

“Smelly boy, he used to fool his mother, but now he is fooled by the emperor’s apprentice, the talent that Tianqi teaches, but he hasn’t lost the slightest bit.”

Her gaze was finally fixed on Feng Yin, and there was a hint of unclear meaning on her face, “Apprentice, apprentice, what are you hiding from Master? Obviously you have entered the mortal reincarnation experience, so how can you get along with Kunlun? Lianxi is involved in incense?”

Feng Ran’s voice became inaudible, leaving only a faint doubt and inquiry in the Wutong Zulin.

Feng Ran gave Feng Yun the Zhen Soul Tower to Feng Yun for safekeeping. Feng Yin thought that Shang Bai, the baby’s ability to recognize the way, was really not strong, so he personally sent him to Feng Yun’s Yunzhu Palace.

After wandering around in Fengyi Palace, Fengyun, who didn’t walk Fengyun back to the palace, happened to ran into Feng Yin, who was leading the little baby.

Before Shang Bai had time to wink, Feng Yun had already laughed from a distance and called out, “Little Young Master Shang Bai, Your Majesty is looking for you. I’m afraid you will be lost on our Fengdao Island. It was your Majesty Feng Yin who met you. .”

As soon as Feng Yun said this, Shang Bai couldn’t help feeling that his aunt Yudao had a good way. It was only a while after walking from Wutong Ancient Forest. I am afraid that everyone on Fengdao knows that Pushang Shangjun of Qingchi Palace has become Kunlun. Prince Shangbai of Dongfu.

Shangbai politely bowed to Fengyun, “Shangbai borrowed the soul-suppressing tower and disturbed the great elder.”

With his movement, Feng Yun’s expression stiffened, and his body turned slightly, avoiding the ceremony very obscurely.

Yaoshou, in the Lower Three Realms, who would dare to receive a gift from Yuan Qi Shenjun!

Feng Yun hurriedly said, “Where, Shangjun Lianxi entrusted the young man to the Feng clan…”

“Okay, okay, there are so many polite gifts.” Feng Yin waved his hand aside, “Elder, Shangbaixian is weak. I have stayed with him for a period of time to cultivate immortal foundations on Fengdao. You are old, he daily It’s not good to come to bother you. Anyway, I was in the throne at the beginning, nothing was wrong, and I was very idle. You send the Soul Resurrection Tower to the Fengyi Palace and let him come to my temple every day.”

Feng Yun was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t dare to fail, and said, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Feng Yin touched Bai’s head, and saw that the doll Xu had fallen from a tree. The brocade robe was crooked, so he squatted down to take care of him, and said with a smile: “You are raising it in Yunzhu Hall today. Come to my Fengyi Palace tomorrow.”

Feng Yingui is the emperor of the family. This action is really amazing, especially when Fengyun knows the identity of Shangbai. His wrinkled old face showed a strange look, but he lowered his head extremely flexibly at the moment of shock. Let this look be seen by Emperor Feng.

His Majesty, who was awakened from Nirvana, has always been indifferent, and even his successor Fenghuang hasn’t made any waves in his heart. I can’t imagine that she would like the son of Shang Bai. If she knew the true identity of this baby… Feng Yun trembled in his heart because of the unavoidable boredom and indifference, even more afraid to show a little bit of strange color.

Feng Yin’s gaze was exactly as high as that of Shang Bai. The fire phoenix’s eyes were born with a different color of flame, which was exceptionally deep and magnificent. Shang Bai was stunned. For a moment when she looked at each other, she suddenly felt that these extremely beautiful phoenix eyes were for some reason. There is a particularly familiar warmth in it.

They had never seen Fengyin after Mingming awakened, so how could they feel so familiar? Before Shang Bai’s brows wrinkled, Feng Yin had already bounced a flick on his forehead, “What kind of gods are you going to do? The emperor is back to Fengyi Palace, remember to come back tomorrow.”

She said, patted her shoulders on Shangbai, and walked away. After taking two steps, she suddenly remembered something. She turned around and asked Feng Yun casually, “By the way, where does he live?”

“Jiuhua Pavilion.” Feng Yun said.

“It’s Jiuhua Pavilion again?” Feng Yin whispered invisibly, frowning.

Yuan Qi first entered Fengdao as a disciple of Dazeshan more than a thousand years ago, and lived in Jiuhua Pavilion.

A long memory appeared in Feng Yin’s eyes, and then she curled the color between her eyebrows, nodded, and turned and walked away.

The unprepared remembrance and complicated look in her eyes happened to fall in the upper white eyes looking at her, and doubts arose in his heart almost immediately.

Look at Feng Yin’s look. He obviously has some connections with the people who once lived in Jiuhua Pavilion, but Jiuhua Pavilion is the bedroom that his aunt prepared for him on Fengdao. For more than a thousand years, he was the only one in Fengdao. Lived. After Feng Yin awakened, he had never entered Feng Island. Before Feng Yin awakened…

Shang Bai’s brow furrowed deeper.

The time when he entered Fengdao more than a thousand years ago, Feng Yin was killed by him before he had nirvana. How could he have entanglements with him back then?

Like sparks and flints, as if blessings are coming, Shang Bai suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure who was walking away.

That back figure gradually overlapped with the figure of the girl who had hidden behind the rock under the moon. The white hand hanging on the waist slowly clenched, and the eyes were warm, and the relief and emotion that came after a thousand years was even out.

No wonder he felt that Feng Yin’s voice was familiar, as if he had heard it.

He has indeed heard it.

Thousands of years ago, on the Phoenix Island of Wutong, the girl who was brave and domineering to relieve him but never showed up, turned out to be Feng Yin.