Chapter 6565 Old Friend——Who should I draw my sword to avenge? ...

The first year of the spiritual recovery, July 15, 20:18, Jinwuyuan·Master Bedroom.

"Senior Ning, I..." Bai Xian reluctantly made way. Gu Minghui walked to the bedside, only then did he realize that Feng Huang was indeed ill and looked obviously unwell.

No wonder Bai Xian was still in the master bedroom so late, no wonder Bai Xian wanted to stop him. Gu Minghui thought guiltily. Should he resign now and come back to ask tomorrow?

Ning Changkong coughed twice and said with a smile, "It's just an old injury that's acting up. It will be much better after a while. It's no problem for me to talk to you."

After faking his own death, he had to pretend that they didn't know each other when living under the same roof. He felt guilty towards these children, so he was quite tolerant.

After vomiting and drinking the medicine, he felt much better and asked, "How much did Director Chi tell you?"

Gu Minghui's attention was diverted by him: "Ten years ago, my parents followed the team of the Alien Bureau into the Longyuan Illusionary Realm. When they came out, they accidentally brought a piece of Yinglong fragment with them..."

"...Now it's here with me." Gu Minghui put his hand on his chest and whispered.

Isn't this basically clear?

"What do you want to ask?" Ning Changkong raised his eyebrows. "Yinglong is my grandfather in terms of seniority, but he was active long before I was born. I'm afraid I don't know much more about him than you humans."

Gu Minghui's hands on his knees wrinkled the fabric of his pants. He gritted his teeth and said, "I was thinking about the time during the final exam when the people who attacked me said they wanted to kill the dragon... They were coming for me."

"——Then that time before, during the Lantern Festival, was it also directed at me?"

He crossed his fingers, straining until his knuckles turned white. “You are also their target… so I want to ask you a question.”

——Who should I draw my sword to take revenge on?

Ning Changkong had not guessed that the conversation would develop in this direction, but when he thought about it carefully, it was both unexpected and reasonable.

His reasoning ability is good, but it would be better if he didn't dwell on this awkward topic.

He slowly spoke: "Chief Chi didn't tell you more because you are still young and you don't need to worry about these things. This is something we adults have to deal with, child."

You just need to cultivate yourself well and work hard to make progress. It is not yet time for you to take on any responsibility.

Gu Minghui did not interrupt him, but quickly replied: "You know what happened on the night of the Lantern Festival, right?"

"I, I can't just accept someone's protection without knowing anything... They killed a very important friend of mine, and I want revenge."

"Please."

His voice was tearful.

"Okay, okay, it really is..." Ning Changkong instructed Bai Xian to take out a clean handkerchief from the drawer and hand it over, ignoring Bai Xian's inquiring eyes.

He said helplessly, "Why don't you cry in front of your master? Why do you have to come to me to show off your misery?"

Gu Minghui wiped his face, his voice still choking with sobs: "Master saw me crying, so he punished me to run laps outside... You are so soft-hearted."

Fenghuang was a very kind and gentle teacher. No matter how weird the answers were in the study, Fenghuang would at most criticize them unhappily, and then give them detailed instructions. When they left the study, they would be given two delicious snacks.

Good people really deserve to be bullied, Ning Changkong rubbed his temples in pain. Forget it, hatred is also the driving force for the protagonist's growth, I understand.

He considered, "How about this, when summer vacation is over and you leave Jinwuyuan, if you perform well, I will discuss it with Director Chi to see if I can tell you more."

This is just a little bit of hope that Gu Minghui wants.

Seeing Xiao Gu burst into laughter, Ning Changkong blew his hand on his head and said, "Wipe your tears and go back to rest early. I don't feel well today, so I'll give you a day off tomorrow."

As he spoke, he began to worry again: "Keep it a secret for me, don't tell anyone about my recurrence of my old injury... It's boring to just stay in Jinwu Garden. Yan Xiaoling is a local, maybe she can take you around..."

Even if he is not feeling well, he may not be able to protect them personally when he lets them out of Jinwuyuan tomorrow. Maybe he should send a message to Chi Zhaoming, or ask Chu Qingge to keep a closer eye on them...

Bai Xian looked at him and knew that someone was worrying about something else again. He looked at Gu Minghui and said, "It's getting late. Look..."

Gu Minghui jumped up from his seat: "I'm going to go back first. Senior Ning, have a good rest. I'll pass on your message for you!"

Bai Xian escorted the man to the door. When he was out of Ning Changkong's sight, he asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, but may I ask the name of your friend who was unfortunately killed?"

Gu Minghui was distractedly folding his dirty handkerchief. When he heard this question, his mood suddenly dropped. "He is a classmate who is good friends with the three of us. His name is Lin Jinsong."

The first year of the spiritual recovery, July 15, 20:25, Jinwuyuan·Master Bedroom.

When Bai Xian returned to the master bedroom, the sleepy Phoenix could no longer open her eyes, but curled up with her arms folded unconsciously.

I am so sleepy, but the chest pain keeps me from sleeping.

Just after the "heart surgery", during the few nights he was recuperating in Linghuang Mansion, Bai Xian often saw him waking up in pain in the middle of the night. He was so sleepy that his head was splitting, but he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"Lie down first." Bai Xian said softly, and slowly helped the person lie down.

His weak and tired body could not bear the change of position. Ning Changkong curled up on the bed with his brows furrowed, trying to find a position that could relieve the dizziness and pain.

Bai Xian sat beside the bed, pulled the quilt for him, and performed some calming spells: "Are you still dizzy?"

"I'm sleepy." Ning Changkong closed his eyes and said vaguely, "I'll explain it tomorrow, okay?"

As expected, he had guessed it. Bai Xian sighed and patted people lightly from time to time.

If Little Phoenix was more sober, he would probably complain again that Bai Xian treated him like a child, not only telling him bedtime stories but also patting him to sleep.

At this moment, I was so uncomfortable that I didn't have the energy to speak, so I just quietly let him do what he wanted.

Speaking of bedtime stories...where did we leave off yesterday?

"...At that time, the demons all liked to wander around in the human world, and my master and I were no exception."

"He took a pseudonym under the night sky..."

In the first year of the Aura Resurrection, on the afternoon of July 15th, Western time, at the residence of ??? Phoenix.

The intense burning pain, as if he was in a flame, made Ning Changkong know where he was before he even opened his eyes.

Ning Changkong thought lazily: If I just close my eyes, can I pretend nothing happened?

Chu Qingge's voice was as clear as a vibrating jade: "Your current form of existence is very interesting. I am recording it."

However, the pain in his chest seemed to solidify, tearing his chest and bursting out of his body, forcing him to open his eyes and look directly at the source of the pain.

——He opened his eyes and saw a white and red flame.

The fire of Nirvana. He asserted. The fire of Nirvana is...burning this body?

He lowered his head blankly, looking at the part that should have been his hand but was now his wing, and belatedly realized that his body was feeling abnormal.

In mythology, the phoenix and the phoenix are very different in their original forms. The phoenix is ​​more like a chicken, while the phoenix is ​​more like an eagle.

"I have never seen it in person, but I have seen it in paintings. Its feathers are partly golden and partly bright red, and it looks like a giant eagle."[1]

The fire of Nirvana was burning the real body of the immortal bird, which meant that he had encountered the process of the immortal bird's rebirth? Could it be that because the immortal bird in Nirvana temporarily had no soul in its body, he was able to occupy its nest?

Chu Qingge's voice sounded faintly excited: "No, it's not a true rebirth. Do you still remember the black blood that Phoenix shed?"

"——That's alchemical liquid! This body is not alive at all!"

"The life force of the Nirvana Fire is so strong that I almost didn't notice it... An Alchemy Doll driven by the Nirvana Fire? Now the Nirvana Fire is doing the automatic repair..."

Ning Changkong calmed down, endured the pain of burning body, mobilized his spiritual power again, and checked the internal condition of this body.

This body is indeed undergoing a constant process of destruction and regeneration. The power of the Nirvana Fire in the heart, mixed with the aura of the phoenix, continuously flows along the alchemical liquid to all parts of the body. The speed of repair has greatly exceeded the speed of destruction.

What caused the damage to his body? A high concentration of evil energy? Come to think of it, he obviously had a phoenix heart, but he chose to use evil energy as a means of attack...

Amid the sound of the gradually growing heartbeat and the alchemical liquid flowing through the blood vessels, a confused, hesitant voice rang out:

"Who are you?"

The first year of the spiritual recovery, July 16, 02:05, Jinwuyuan·Master Bedroom.

Ning Changkong struggled twice on the bed subconsciously, but because of his weakness, he could not sit up and could only sink weakly into the soft mattress.

The dizziness of his soul returning to his body made his stomach churn, but his mouth was filled with blood and air surging from his throat, and he didn't dare open his mouth to vomit.

Bai Xian was lying on the bed playing with his cell phone. The brightness of the phone was set very low, but the fluorescent light still hit his face.

He noticed Ning Changkong's slight tremor, and immediately turned to the side and whispered, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ning Changkong... Ning Changkong didn't know whether he should be glad or not. Bai Xian didn't notice the movement of the soul leaving the body.

The good news is that he doesn't have to passively consider strategies, the initiative is still in his hands. And it can be confirmed that Bai Xian is not very sensitive to soul switching, which is a point that can be used.

...The bad news is that the initiative is still in his hands.

What should he do intellectually? Should he make Bai Xian his complete ally and be honest with him about what he sees?

Should he ask Bai Xian about Phoenix again? Or should he let Bai Xian monitor the situation more carefully and observe any signs of the soul suddenly leaving his body?

Well, Bai Xian has already said that he knows nothing about the Phoenix, and Chu Qingge can also do the latter thing... So, don't let him worry, right?

Feng Huang quietly swallowed the blood in his mouth, ignoring the fact that he was still feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath, and pulled the quilt up. He used the corner of the quilt to cover his mouth and nose to ensure that the bloody smell would not leak out, and then he said sullenly: "I had a nightmare."

Bai Xian thought he was frightened by Gu Minghui's words and the thought of his own near-death experience. Bai Xian softly pulled down his blanket, and then on a whim, he pulled the silver longevity lock out from under his collar.

Bai Xian injected his spiritual power into it, activated the spell to calm the soul and calm the mind, and then stuffed the longevity lock back into Ren Bingliang's hand: "Will this be better?"

"Yeah." Ning Changkong responded softly.

He was in so much pain that he could hardly feel the outside world. Among all his senses, pain was the most clear.

Chu Qingge said that his soul left his body and came back, and his health was worrying. In order to bridge the gap between his body and soul, he had to continue to increase the amount of pain that served as an adhesive.

He was in so much pain that he unconsciously whispered, "...Idleness."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The blurry white shadow in the field of vision moved closer.

"No." He muttered, swallowing hard, hoping to rinse out the bloody taste in his mouth.

Bai Xian patted him gently and promised, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm always by your side. No one dares to do anything to you."

He didn't see Feng Qingwu before he died, and he didn't even know how he died. Ning Changkong... Since mixed-bloods don't live long, Bai Xian will be able to witness his end and bury him with his own hands.

He said casually: "I am going to modify the spell in the longevity lock and add the functions of positioning and calling for help."

Is this all right? Bai Xian thought. Ning Changkong loves to lie and commit suicide, but the emergency spells engraved on him will never deceive people.

"…What do you think it is? An anti-lost bracelet, or a Xiaotiancai phone watch?"

"Little what? I didn't understand?"

"It's really exhausting to talk to an old monster like you who is out of touch with the times."

"Please tell me again, I'll find out by searching online..."