Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

Although he didn't stop, his tone of speaking to her was much softer: "I have only one amo. Don't forget, this is your eighth lotus core. Once the divine power in your body is out of balance, I can't help it!"

"Elder martial brother. Do you remember ah Chen and ah Qing, the four of us used to coexist between heaven and earth, but now we are only you and me. They have gone so long, and they have not come back. Ah Mo is afraid that if one day, even you will disappear... What should ah Mo do? Ah Mo just thought that he felt so sad. Xiao Xi'er must be very sad at the moment... "He almost forced himself with both hands. Lin Mo's face was gradually sad.

Time is fleeting, those who disappeared, gradually blurred memory!

Not mentioning it doesn't mean never caring.

She is very aggrieved at the moment, I can't tell why she is so sad. Maybe it's the first time since I remember that Xi Yan was so fierce to her!

Once upon a time, no matter how much trouble she made, the elder martial brother was always smiling and chanting. Nothing mattered.

Maybe this time, he was really angry!

So think, lotus ink bite lip to see him, in the eye star light twinkle.

I don't know when there seems to be any difference between them.

"You. I never thought that I would be sad. " Xi Yan's words were very light, like a sigh. With a wave of the long sleeve, he withdrew the magic power of lotus ink.

The girl in pink sat down on the crystal lotus platform, staring at the lavender light covering the whole heart of the ink lotus. Her slender palms, which had held her for countless times, bloomed all over the sky for the first time with such a beautiful posture.

As soon as the flowers bloom, the color of Wanli lotus sea turns from pink to purple. The magic power of the black lotus heart enters into every lotus plant and disappears between heaven and earth. The floating clouds gather and disperse. It seems that something that has been sleeping for thousands of years is gradually awakened.

。。。。。。~ I'm the dividing line to end..........

Two hundred years later, on the nine days, there are thousands of auspicious clouds, singing and dancing.

Shenzun held a banquet and invited the immortals to the ninety-nine heaven pagoda to celebrate the return of the third God in the divine world. It was a grand occasion, which is hard to meet in ten thousand years.

But that God adult one appearance, the immortal two actually once again fried the pot.

That shape, that posture, clearly with two hundred years ago the emergence of cloud jinxianzun is a mold carved out.

If not, the silver congenital God mark on his forehead would have put his identity there. It would have been silly to distinguish the immortals.

There was a rumor that when Yun Jinxian Zun emerged, lianmo xiaozun, regardless of the danger of her life, sacrificed a mohian core with the divine power of her life for 130000 years, and melted it into the six realms to wake up the immortal who had not returned for thousands of years.

The two, one before the other, are quite related to each other.

Since yunjinxianzun's departure, the pear blossom forest of thousand trees has never returned to its original year. It has followed the natural law of the six realms, and has blossomed and fallen sometimes.

In the past two hundred years, Fengxi lived alone on the top of juechen with xiaonuan. He did not ask about the affairs of the six realms. Occasionally, one or two friends came to sit down, cooked tea and planted flowers, watched the clouds rolling and the clouds relaxing, and ignored the flowers blooming and falling. Everything was just as Yunjin said.

"Uncle xuange, the sun is very good today. Nuan Nuan takes you out to bask in the sun. Do you think Nuan Nuan is very good?"

"Uncle Qingge has been very busy since he took the place of his mother in dealing with the affairs of the Phoenix family. He seldom comes to see wennuan, and wennuan finds out that he is strange to aunt caier!"

"Here is an uncle named Qingyan who is immortal like his father. He is good to Nuan Nuan and his mother, but you can rest assured that uncle xuange will always be the best uncle in Nuan Nuan's heart. Well... The best. " The little girl's lying on the table, several of the same black tortoise, kept talking, and her little hand caressed his turtle's back.

The wind blew up the white corner of his clothes, but his voice choked up: "Uncle xuange should wake up. If you don't wake up, wennuan will send you to Uncle Yanzhi for stew. He has said it many times."

Three thousand hair is tied up with only one white ribbon. Fengxi's goose yellow fairy skirt dances with the wind and looks like a willow. Looking at the little girl's self talk, she smiles faintly and turns into the pear blossom forest with the picture scroll handed to her by simangshen.

After walking dozens of steps, Fengxi sat down on a pear tree stump, loosened his hand, and the scroll floated out, hung on the nearest pear branch, and rolled.

The man in the picture is in his eyes.

In that sea of pear blossoms, there is a man in white who is like a relegated immortal. Looking back, there are many vicissitudes.

The eyebrows and eyes were engraved in Fengxi's heart. She stood up and stroked the person in the painting with her shaking right hand. The words mentioned on the top right were clearly as follows: qingshangshenjuan!

A breeze blowing, wake up pear trees, as if half a dream between half awake.

The young Fengxi is at a loss to break into the pear blossom forest of thousand trees. By chance, the little Baifeng passing by juechen mountain floats in front of her eyes again.

Light pear fragrance began to diffuse, a little bit of the hair of new buds, full of pear trees, the distance of the ink landscape are turned into a very natural green mountains and waters.

Not far away there is a white shadow shaking, Feng Xi heart clapping a, began to run in that direction.

There seemed to be countless voices in her ears telling her that he was back!

However, everywhere she went, there was no shadow in her white clothes, only pear blossoms all over the trees, which only proved that it was just an illusion in front of her eyes.

After so many times, Fengxi finally couldn't hold on, and his whole body fell to the ground, murmuring, "Qingzhi..."

The pain is so real, but is it just a dream after all?

Ear footsteps rustle, a pair of hands like jade stretched out to the front.

Feng Xi fiercely raised her eyes. The man with clear eyebrows and eyes leaned over her. She was only a short distance away. The silver mark on her forehead was natural.

She did not react, the hands have gently lifted her up, gently whisked the dust on her body, gentle not true.

"Why are you so careless?" The man opens his mouth with a clear voice, just like the gentle spring wind blowing a river.

A moon white cloud robe, she is not only familiar with the extreme, but also a little at a loss.

She has not had such a silly and lovely expression for a long time. The corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and her eyes are full of tenderness: "Xi'er, I'm lost!"

A few words, Phoenix Xi instant red eyes: "uncle, I take you home."

"Well, go home“

She held his hand, warm as real, every step, can't help looking back at his face.

"Teacher." The next moment, she was held in his arms, light pear flower fragrance into the spleen, people can not help but be at ease, Qing Shangshen bowed his head, her light call sealed between lips and teeth, little by little, savor her beauty.

Maybe Fengxi didn't know how hard he worked to gather the incomplete divine knowledge little by little between heaven and earth and come back to her. Of course, she didn't have to know

Master of the Phoenix family!

The pure God!

Nearly ten thousand years of entanglement, who can say the clear, the word of love is who trapped who?

One eye obsession, a thousand years of Acacia.

Two wishful thinking, cloud love breeze face.

Three generations of obsession, we should remember pear blossom noodles.

Looking for fragrance all over the world, you are still young.

The five lakes are swept by the wind.

The six paths of samsara lead you to pity.

For seven thousand years, all of them are floating in dreams.

All directions are illusory, and the past is far away.

Nine days of green, Yushu prosperous banquet.

The front edge of the ten halls is shallow.