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Fu Sheng chuckled softly and shook off the chains on his hands. "A human cultivator and an underage half-blooded phoenix. Are the people in Qiwudi such losers? They actually let you come to see me."
She turned the tables and cleared herself of all blame.
Fu Chen glared at her, but when he saw the phoenix seal between her eyebrows, he hesitated for a moment: "...You are the former clan leader."
Su Miao couldn't help but frown, lowering his brows and asking, "Do you know her?"
Shen Luofeng did not tell her about Fu Chen's past. The sentence "I sent him to Beicheng" in Beicheng was Su Miao's guess, but Shen Luofeng did not refute it.
The ruthless path was too extreme, and had a major drawback: practitioners could lose certain memories. Su Miao suspected that the memory he had lost might be related to Fu Chen.
Catching the eager disciple, Su Miao stopped him: "You go out first, I will come out soon."
Only the sinner Fu Sheng can be trapped here. As outsiders, they will not be affected.
Fu Chen hesitated: "Master? What do you want to say to her?"
He worried that the former patriarch knew something he shouldn't know.
After thinking about it, even the people in Qiwudi didn't know his life story, so it was even more impossible for the former clan leader who had been imprisoned for who knows how many years to know it.
Reassured, he hummed slowly: "Come out soon, or I'll go to Qiwu City by myself!"
Su Miao was helpless: "Stop it! Lu Qun should be in Qiwu City. If you want to go alone, go find him first."
He doesn't want to! Lu Qun, that idiot, can't beat those losers, even though he can't beat them now.
After hearing this, Fu Chen was satisfied. He said "oh" and turned to walk outside.
The spiritual fire was floating at the door, but it ignored him when it saw him. Fu Chen rolled his eyes and whispered, "What a trouble!"
Linghuo was dumbfounded as he looked at the person floating past. He looked at each other, staggering in disbelief.
Su Miao watched Fu Chen leave. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but curl her lips. Really naughty.
I almost forgot that Fu Chen is not yet an adult.
An underage little phoenix.
Cocky and cute.
Turning to look at Fu Sheng, Su Miao raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes: "Former clan leader? They trapped you here, and you didn't run away?"
"Well, maybe." Fu Sheng stood up. As she stood up, the chains that restricted her movements disappeared little by little, and even her black clothes were covered with red.
The phoenix seal was hidden by a silver forehead chain. She blinked her red eyes and asked, "When did you find out?"
She thought she could still tease this girl, but she didn't expect that even if she didn't remember her, this child was still very boring.
Su Miao held onto the returning Beihan Sword, even though there was no other aura within it. He remained uneasy. The Beihan Sword followed him all the way, confirming that Fu Chen had reached the spot where he had fallen before, before returning.
The Beihan Sword hummed twice and said a few bad words about Fu Chen.
Su Miao scolded it in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense."
Beihan Sword chirped twice in dissatisfaction and flew to Fusheng's side, as if asking Fusheng to make the decision for it.
Originally a magical weapon of the Phoenix Clan, it was snatched away by Su Miao. Now that it sensed a familiar aura, the Beihan Sword became even more ferocious, ignoring Su Miao even when he called it.
Fu Sheng did not make the decision for it, but drove it out: "Go outside and guard, you don't need to listen to these words."
Su Miao raised an eyebrow and waited for Beihan Sword to continue making trouble, but unexpectedly, Beihan Sword nodded obediently - it was very excited when the spirit sword flew out of the scabbard and flew back.
Realizing this, Su Miao looked at Fu Sheng with a perceptive gaze: "Do you know Beihan?"
In other words, Fu Sheng was very familiar with the sword spirit. Although the Beihan Sword was raised by the Phoenix Clan, not every Phoenix could see it.
Fu Sheng smiled as he watched Beihan Sword leave. He turned to look at Su Miao and said something unkind: "Your spirit sword is out of your control. As a sword cultivator, is this considered incompetence?"
Su Miao chuckled softly, "Fusheng, you are the only sinner expelled from the Phoenix Clan in hundreds of years. You should feel that you are incompetent, right? Although I am a sword cultivator, I will not rely on the sword."
The Beihan Sword died with her in her previous life. With this friendship in mind, Su Miao wouldn't care no matter how it misbehaved.
Fu Sheng didn't care. He suppressed the nostalgia in his eyes and began to negotiate: "They asked for your assistance and offered you some generous conditions."
She knew those people well: they were selfish and arrogant. Asking a monk for help might be a solution for them.
She would rather see those people get into trouble than be trapped here herself.
Su Miao: “…”
She forgot.
Forgot to negotiate with them.
"No conditions. I am not here to help them. Is this satisfactory, Senior?"
She came to pick up an old item that Qiwudi had kept for her for many years, and it was time for her to take it back.
Unexpectedly, Fu Sheng simply smiled gently, looking at Su Miao as if he were looking at a fussy child. "The Immortal Lord Beihan is renowned, but I'm unworthy of the title of senior. However, I have something to say to you: If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself."
"You should go to Qiwu City and say hello to my old friends for me."
Fu Sheng continued to sit on the ground, black iron chains locked around her wrists. Just like when Su Miao arrived, she sat quietly, surrounded by darkness, only a silvery moonlight shone on her body.
The moonlight enveloped her.
Just cover her.
Su Miao turned and left without any reluctance.
Instead of wasting time here, it is better to rush to Qiwu City earlier.
A hundred years have passed since I last visited Qiwu City, and it has changed.
This is the information Su Miao got from Fu Sheng's words.
Qiwu City is built among the paulownia trees, densely packed and towering into the sky, black paulownia trees, and a city with black and red colors.
Fu Chen flapped his wings in dissatisfaction: "Gugu! Gugu! (Why don't you use the Beihan Sword! I won't fly anymore!)"
Su Miao half-sat on the broad back, tapped it twice gently, and raised his eyes: "I don't understand your bird language."
Fu Chen: “?!” His reaction was even greater. He flew upwards around the sycamore tree, calling out non-stop: “Coo! Coo!…”
As the territory of the Phoenix Clan, there are not many other living creatures in Qiwu Land, and even flowers are rarely seen. The only things that can be seen everywhere are green bamboos growing beside Qiwu trees.
The nodes are distinct and the roots are straight and upright. Even if they are leaning against the sycamore tree without support, they are all green.
Su Miao used his spiritual power to pick a handful of small white flowers, and also picked a few green bamboo shoots that were about half the size of a fist.
She asked, "Are you hungry? I heard that's what you guys eat."
The whole mountain was covered with sycamore trees and various types of bamboo. Many of the green bamboos had blossomed, some white, some yellow, each tiny flower clustered together.
Finally finding a place to rest, Fu Chen flew straight into the lush green branches. He stood firmly, holding Su Miao with one hand, and forced a smile: "Master, what are you talking about? I haven't eaten them for so many years, but they have survived."
"Also, it's not that Master doesn't understand...bird language," he paused, "you're just pretending not to understand!"
The master knew the Qingfeng who was listening to Chong Ting. He didn't believe she hadn't learned it! She was clearly using him to make fun of him.
Are you really angry? Su Miao put the bamboo fruits and flowers in his hand into the storage bag and said seriously: "I only understand the language of the phoenix. When did I lie to you?"
Why isn't he speaking the Phoenix language? Absolutely authentic! Fu Chen scoffed, "Master, do you think that because I didn't grow up in Qiwu Land, I'm not a true Fire Phoenix?"
Su Miao: "I never said that."
Ignoring Fu Chen's unreasonable demands, Su Miao leaned against the branch. The rough touch caressing his back was a very strange experience.
The sycamore tree chosen by Fu Chen is very tall with lush branches and leaves, but it does not affect the view.
A cool breeze blew through the woods, rustling the leaves. In the distance were white clouds floating leisurely, and the vast and blue sky, with a few large birds occasionally flying across the sky.
Su Miao suddenly understood why Fu Chen always slept among the trees, especially among the tall trees.
This feeling is wonderful, quiet and leisurely, without all those worries.
A big bird? Su Miao closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them and looked at Fu Chen: "What's flying in the sky is..."
"It should be that bunch of trash." Fu Chen was blunt. He had never concealed his disgust for the Phoenix Clan.
"...left." This was the first time in his life that someone else came to "save" him, and Su Miao's face felt a little hot.
Fu Chen did not move, still sitting on the tree trunk, one leg hanging down and shaking, the other leg bent and pressed down.
Strangely enough, the phoenix seal on his forehead never disappeared after he entered the Qiwu land, and even the clothes on his body changed.
She was still wearing a red dress, but it was embroidered with phoenix patterns instead of talismans, and even the red beads on her boots were gone.
Su Miao was puzzled and looked at him: "Why don't you leave?"
Fu Chen glanced at it and said in a dark tone, "Master, why did you collect those broken things? Give them to your beloved bird?"
Raising an underage child is like this: possessive and unreasonable. Su Miao: "...I'll take it back and have your Uncle Chiyang study it. Didn't you say before that the bamboo on Jianfeng wasn't pretty?"
For a phoenix, appearance comes before taste. The dignified Immortal Venerable took his apprentice to other peaks to eat for free, not because this little phoenix likes to eat beautiful food.
The creatures in Danfeng are full of spiritual energy, and even if they are made into food, they are more pleasing to the eye than ordinary meals.
Fortunately, there are only three direct disciples of the Wuwang Sect in this generation, and Fu Chen is the youngest. He is also from Jianfeng, so he is lucky.
Fu Chen carefully observed Su Miao's expression and confirmed that he had no intention of fooling him. He nodded reluctantly: "I did say that." He stood up, paused again, and did not turn into a phoenix for a long time.
Su Miao: “…”
Fu Chen: "...I don't have any hair yet, I don't want to see them!"
"The fire man I gave you before is still there? Take it out." Su Miao was speechless. Feng Ting really understood the phoenix and was worthy of being his ancestor.
Fu Chen did as he was told, took the flame man out of his body, placed it on his forehead, and looked at Su Miao with wide eyes: "And then?"
Su Miao made a hand gesture, and the fire man crawled into the crimson phoenix seal little by little under the push of spiritual power.
The Phoenix Seal flashed with white light, and after a few seconds, no trace of it remained.
Touching his restored long hair, Fu Chen stretched out his hand: "Master, hairband."
Taking the red hairband, Fu Chen gathered his scattered long hair with one hand, bit the red hairband with his white teeth, two times and three times, he wrapped one end of the hairband around it, finally tied a knot, and released his teeth.
After tying his high ponytail, he muttered quietly, "I wonder how long I'll be bald."
Su Miao: "..." He pushed the man out with one hand and watched Fu Chen fall coldly.
After a resounding phoenix cry, a giant fire phoenix flew up, staring at Su Miao with resentful eyes. Su Miao remained calm and said, "Your hair won't grow back for now. Wuding Temple still needs it."
After taking the things from Qiwudi, the next thing to do is to take the Buddhist lotus from Wuding Temple. It's been there for so long, it's time to change its owner, Su Miao thought, as he stepped onto the back of the phoenix.
Feeling the scorching heat, she stepped on it lightly and said, "Hold back your anger. If your spiritual power is not enough, you will become bald again."
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