I Was Reborn As a Pigeon, but It Was Shen He's Senior Brother?

Fate is such a wonderful thing.

Fusheng's temperament is in line with Zhongli's appetite, and Zhongli's failure is also in line with Fusheng's thoughts. The two have similar tastes, and in ancient times they were called "confidants".

A small, insignificant silk thread was gently draped over Zhong Li's body. Although it was insignificant, there was communication and fate between them.

Although he didn't succeed in accepting apprentices, Zhongli can be regarded as preparing a big disciple!Cuckoo!

Big success.

It will surely convince the young man.

Become the first disciple of my Cuckoo Sect!

Fusheng soared upwards, and he had to go to Mond.

If I remember correctly, there was a young man playing the accordion and singing in Mond Square.

His temperament is also very appetizing to Fu Sheng.

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Cuckoo, hh, I accidentally took a moment in the underworld again...

A book recommended by a friend, youthful daily life, humorous and interesting writing style, and quite a big brain hole.

Chapter 12 Wendy, I am amazed by your bones, would you like to learn from Ben Xian?

Mond City is the land of freedom and wind.

Fusheng rides the brisk forest wind and flies very fast. In the time when the morning glow has just dissipated and the morning fog is gradually disappearing, he has already passed one layer after another. The wind of Mond has a unique fragrance of flowers, Mixed with dandelion petals.

After forming a bond with Zhongli, part of that huge luck was also poured into Fusheng's life star.

It's a pity that the fate is still shallow and the connection is not deep.Otherwise the feedback is greater.

Coupled with the share with the traveler, the fourth life star can be regarded as one-tenth lit up.

Fusheng lowered the height, touched the endless flower field, and quickly raised it again. The swift wind brought up spreads in the sea of ​​flowers, rolling into waves, petals next to petals, or broken into little drops in the wind, or the fragrance of flowers is completely blown into the air. Ripples open, a faint fragrance spits out, and the darkness is obscured by the hazy glow.

Walking through the sea of ​​flowers, when he returned, Fu Sheng's body was covered with the fragrance of flowers.

The gate of Mond is in sight.

The first thing that catches the eye is a quaint bridge, which stands on the moat of Mond, with new willows shaking twigs on the bank, and traders in twos and threes on the bridge.

There are also a few floating birds of the same kind on the bridge: cooing, chubby fat pigeons.

Seeing Fu Sheng, a foreign pigeon, he greeted with a coo: "Coo coo?" (Have you eaten yet?)

——"Cuckoo" Fu Sheng also responded cooing.

"Cuckoo."

(I haven't eaten yet, where are you guys going?)

"Cuckoo." (whole fries)

Fusheng is actually very anxious for his stupid and stupid fellows, and his IQ is not high, he just knows how to coo all day long, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest ambition. The desire to emancipate the mind, he feels that as a pigeon, one should have big ambitions and ideals. He dreams that one day all the pigeons in the world will be able to wake up, and all the pigeons in the world will be able to unite. Can live under people for a long time?

He decided to inspire the wisdom of his compatriots: "Cuckoo" (what do you think is the purpose of our life?)

"Goo." (French fries.)

His kind held his head high, and the French fries in his mouth were still freshly fried, quite delicious.

"Cuckoo." (Be ambitious. Our life can't be just french fries. As a great pigeon, we should have more ambitious pursuits...)

"Goo?" (What greater pursuit?)

"Cuckoo." (Chip dipping sauce)

He took out a pack of ketchup from nowhere and handed it to his own kind.

It's heresy, how can French fries be delicious without dipping sauce!The savage pigeons eat French fries without dipping sauce. This wave of enlightening people's minds and thinking is very successful.

The pigeons who ate his tomato sauce were quite convinced of Fusheng, and they cooed: "Coo coo" (brother, you are so clever)

"Cuckoo" (we will worship you as king)

Gathering people's hearts is the basic operation of a fairy, and I will be the king of pigeons!

This anecdote of a great man has been praised by all the pigeons since then, and it has been a good story in the world of Mond pigeons for a while, and it is called "Fu Sheng Chuan Jiang" in history

At the beginning of the first year of Fusheng, it is dark and sleepy, the wisdom is not yet opened, the white bird is mournful, and does not eat sauce.

Floating life, word half a day, Liyue Pigeon Scholar, when Fu Sheng was young, tasted pigeon fries, stopped on the bridge of gluttony, regretted for a long time, and said: "It's very boring, it's a pity to abandon it." Coo coo, how delicious is it?" Fu Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Coo coo! Pigeons know the beauty of dipping sauce!"

The pigeons were convinced, and worshiped Fusheng as the king, saying: "Dipping the sauce, the king of Fusheng!" '

——Thousands of years later, "The Story of the Pigeon. The Gushe Family"

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After teaching stupid similar people, it can be regarded as a shallow layer of fate with them.

The great Pigeon King Fusheng had another delicious meal in the hands of the kid at the bridgehead, and then flew straight into the city.

Mond is the only independent city-state in the Seven Kingdoms.

As soon as I entered the city, I felt the unique charm of this city-state:

There was ethereal and free singing in my ears, and even the footsteps of the merchants couldn't help but lighten up. Although it wasn't as noisy as Liyue Port, it had more leisurely scenery that the bustling city didn't have.

The street is clean, the sun is spreading evenly on the square at the main entrance, the puddles that were not dry in the summer rain last night reflect the bright morning light, and also reflect the blue sky, it seems that this gentle sky is missing a piece , fell to Mond, a land rich in humanity.In this free city, even the puddles on the ground are free and beautiful.

Tranquil, leisurely.

Fusheng and this city did have a predestined relationship, as mentioned earlier, when he practiced the third life star 'Tiangong', he was a craftsman who came to Mond for a while and was lucky enough to become a The instructor of the West Wind Knights came... At that time, he was relatively diligent and wanted to earn some extra money.

If you think about it carefully, it has been 30 or [-] years.

There is still no change in this Mond City.

Leaving aside the past... Fusheng has no intention of meeting the old man again, the most important thing now is to accept apprentices!

If Master knows that he is so sensible now, he will definitely be very pleased.

He circled around Mond Square, followed the melodious singing, bypassed the fountain, bypassed the bridge, bypassed the long streets and alleys, and finally found today's goal in one place:

It was a rather young-looking bard.

He was wearing dark green attire, a bright green cloak, and a round hat. He was playing the organ with one hand on it, and his slender fingers were gently touching the organ, singing loudly.

Wendy, that's his name.

Fusheng has come to Mond several times to eat French fries... Cough, I have met him before to educate the people - this person is doing nothing all day long, idle, and the music he plays is quite nice, and the stories he sings are also very moving. appreciation.

The most important thing is that this little poet has never seen any serious business. Every day he is walking on the street or singing and exploring the piano. This kind of talent is simply a genius.

With this person taken in, plus the old Lai Zhongli from the teahouse, Fusheng Sect has gathered all Crouching Dragons and Phoenixes!

Wendy obviously also found the pigeon standing on the branch, and said hello to this beautiful little pigeon with a smile: "Hi~ Do you want to hear a hero story?"

"Goo."

Fusheng's two wings are carried behind his back, and the golden sunlight reflects his incomparable brilliance. It stands on the sycamore tree, looking down at the bard on the ground——

"Young singer, do you have a dream?"

Wendy: "?"

The wind blows, and the emerald green tree shadows are stirred everywhere by the wind, in the rustling wind, but I heard Fu Sheng say indifferently: "I see that you have an extraordinary bearing, and your bones are amazed. Xian thinks it is destined."

Wendy: "...?"

Heh, I was stunned again, how come one or two of these mortals are like this, I have never seen anything big... This is also normal.

Fu Sheng shook his head helplessly, and spread his wings: "I am Fu Sheng Half Day True Monarch."

He looked at Wendy for a long time, and said inscrutably: "Would you like to worship this immortal as your teacher? This immortal will teach you the way of longevity."

Wendy: "...?"

Chapter 13 You still have a big brother in preparation

"Wendy, there is a great destiny in front of you now."

Fu Sheng put his two wings behind his back in an inscrutable manner, and said lightly, "I hope you can cherish this opportunity."

"What chance?"

The bard had a strange expression, and he blinked his emerald green eyes, which were full of puzzlement.

"Apologize to Benxian as a teacher."

Fu Sheng's expression was solemn and serious, golden light slowly covered his body, he flapped his wings and flew down from the branches of the sycamore tree.

It was early morning, the sun was just right, and the air was fresh. He stood in the center of the square, the emerald green shade fell on his body, and the sunlight scattered on the white feathers, shining brightly and dazzling people's eyes.

"Wendy, let me ask you, what is your dream?"

Wendy blinked her eyes again.

He looked Fu Sheng up and down.

"Well...my dream is to sing, just spend my whole life leisurely."

This guy is indeed a genius in the sky, and he has such a noble and great dream, Fu Sheng is quite satisfied.

He tapped the ground with his two little paws, and he seemed to be contemplative inside. With a serious expression, he murmured: "Only longevity is the real leisure."

"Young man, you are still too young, you have too little experience, and your experience is insufficient."

Fu Sheng had the tone of an elder looking at a junior, his complexion was inexplicably tinged with vicissitudes, the golden sunlight shone on his little face, and it was inexplicably more kind.

A bird's face can convey so much emotion...

"Dare to ask how old is the senior?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows and asked with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"The old man has lived for 2000 years."

Fusheng has a feeling of going through wind and frost, going through the world of mortals, a feeling of looking back at the past.He waved his wings lightly, and let out a long sigh.