Chapter 87 87 This time it’s really exposed “The dead cannot be resurrected,…

What does the phoenix mean to the three of them?

The magical bird that suddenly appeared after their spiritual energy was revived; the strange senior who lent a hand and rescued them from danger at the critical moment; the gentle, responsible teacher who taught them everything he knew.

If nothing unexpected happens, the only interactions between them and Phoenix will be to exchange blessings during festivals and greetings when they occasionally meet in the future when they work in different bureaus.

That's all.

Two months ago, June 30, present world, Chi Zhaoming’s home.

"Master - didn't we agree that I would practice with you this summer? Why did you suddenly decide to pack me up and send me to Phoenix?" Gu Minghui asked in confusion while swinging his sword. The sword tip cut through the air, making a "whooshing" sound.

"Keep swinging, don't stop." Chi Zhaoming narrowed his eyes, observing Gu Minghui's every move intently, and replied nonchalantly:

"You are not the only one who was sent to the Phoenix. The Immortal Bird has recently targeted you. He is good at fighting with evil energy, and the spiritual power of the Phoenix happens to be the nemesis of evil energy. Under the protection of the Phoenix, you will be safer."

Gu Minghui muttered: "You said that, as if it's unsafe to stay around you..."

Chi Zhaoming tried to brush off the topic with vague words: "This is not my idea, it was Lang Ning and Xiao Yue who came up with this bad idea. You have to ask them - what are they thinking? The movements should not be distorted. Yes, change it back..."

Gu Minghui was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Zuo Langning and Yue Jingting were planning to throw the three children to Phoenix to test whether Phoenix was Lin Jinsong who had come back from the dead. Fortunately, they had come up with this idea.

Comparing the enthusiasm of Zuo and Yue that was almost overflowing, and the drooping corners of Gu Minghui's mouth at this moment, Chi Zhaoming couldn't help but be surprised by this sharp contrast.

He asked with interest: "Besides, Mingqi-kun has always been kind to others and has saved you twice before. Why are you reluctant?"

"That was a senior whom I had only spoken to for a few days. It felt strange to suddenly stay in his house for two months." Gu Minghui's voice was a little awkward. His sword blade drew a perfect arc in the air, and then steadily retracted.

Chi Zhaoming threw the towel he used to wipe his sweat into Gu Minghui's hand, took out his phone and checked the time: "I have worked very hard to get this opportunity for you. You have plenty of time to learn from me, but this may be the only chance for you to practice with others, so cherish it."

Gu Minghui curled his lips in his heart: How can there be so much? You are so busy every day that you can't see the end of the dragon. I was thrown to the Zuo Pavilion Master, and the time I spent practicing sword with Wen Qingsheng was probably longer than the time I spent practicing with you.

He sheathed the ordinary iron sword he used for training and asked, "What about my sword—"

It was getting late. Chi Zhaoming acted like the director of the Special Affairs Bureau and patted Gu Minghui on the shoulder: "I have to go to the meeting."

After watching his unreliable master leave, Gu Minghui sighed and wiped his sweat with a towel. Finally, he resigned himself to his fate and turned on his phone to start watching the Yuxu Sword Pavilion swordsmanship tutorial that Wen Qingsheng had secretly filmed.

When will this day end? Xiao Gu thought sadly.

On the morning of July 4, the first year of the spiritual revival, in the Kunlun demiplane, in Wen Qingsheng’s bedroom.

"Xiao Wen? Have you packed your things?" Zuo Langning's voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a knock on the door.

Wen Qingsheng quickly closed the webpage that was uploading the Yuxu Sword Pavilion swordsmanship video tutorial as if he had received an electric shock. He closed his laptop guiltily and jumped up to open the door.

Zuo Lang looked around the room subconsciously, and his eyes were attracted by a pot of succulent plants next to the computer. He praised: "It's a newly bought potted plant. It's very good, and it has a breath of life."

Wen Qingsheng's parents died after a vicious supernatural incident last September, so he dropped out of the university he was attending and transferred to Longyuan College. He originally lived in the house with his parents, but he could not afford the rent extension and vacated the house after clearing out his belongings.

Wen Qingsheng originally planned to live in the dormitory of Longyuan Academy until graduation and move out after he got a job.

Now that he has become Zuo Langning's apprentice, Yuxujian Pavilion has become his new home. Zuo Langning is very pleased that Wen Qingsheng has found a sense of belonging in Yuxujian Pavilion and has taken root here.

Wen Qingsheng used his body to block the computer and answered nervously: "The luggage has been packed... I will also take this potted plant with me. I like to take care of these things."

"Okay. After lunch, we'll set off for Jinwu Garden." Zuo Langning responded. She bent down and carefully examined the pot of succulent plants: "Did you also carve the heat-insulating runes on the pot?"

"...Yes, Kunlun is a bit too cold. This kind of succulent is not very cold-resistant." Wen Qingsheng whispered.

"When you get to Jinwu Garden, you can ask more people for advice on this hobby of yours. I heard from Yue Jingting that Mingqi-kun is quite accomplished in this area." Zuo Langning straightened up and glanced at Wen Qingsheng's tidy workbench. The materials for engraving runes that were originally scattered on the table had been neatly stored in a small box.

Zuo Lang stared at Wen Qingsheng, who seemed calmer and more taciturn than last winter, and couldn't help but recall the lively and bustling birthday last year.

She sighed, patted his shoulder, and said hesitantly, "When you get there, pay close attention to Mingqi-kun's every move... Got it?"

September 17, the first year of the Reiki Restoration, Longyuan Academy, the familiar group study room.

It can still be resolved. Anyway, Yan Xiaoling doesn't know what her memory is like under the influence of the evil spirit.

Su Yunyao gritted his teeth and was about to answer, but was interrupted by Gu Minghui's sudden interruption.

"No, what are you talking about?" Gu Minghui asked in shock.

Yan Xiaoling's momentum subsided slightly. She tidied her hair and said softly, "I was just thinking, was it too much of a coincidence that I met Su Yunyao?"

Wen Qingsheng stopped reading. He held the book page in his hand and thought: "I remember that you met by chance while on a mission. No matter how powerful Mingqi is--"

"Miss Qingniao, maybe you'd be willing to do me a favor." Yan Xiaoling interrupted him lightly.

After all, the Skynet mission sending and receiving system is an industry founded by Blue Bird. It is too easy to track a person's movements in a targeted manner.

"It doesn't make sense," Su Yunyao said conditionally, "What's the motive?"

Judging from the current performance, Qingniao was able to help the Phoenix Guardian achieve Nirvana, so their personal relationship is indeed good, but this reason is not strong enough.

The verification of a hypothesis cannot rely solely on external signs, because a phenomenon can have many self-consistent explanations. No matter how perfectly others complete the logical chain, it cannot compare to the actor's momentary enthusiasm of "I like it".

"I was just thinking..." Yan Xiaoling's voice became low.

Gongming Lingbi was broken, and Lin Jinsong was indeed dead.

"People can't be resurrected after death, but maybe the phoenix can."

September 21st, the first year of the Aura Recovery, Demiplane? ? ? .

"I've given you too much." Ning Changkong lay on Phoenix's bed, covering his face with his hands, and said sadly.

He complained helplessly: "Do I have to keep listening, sister? Isn't this plot a bit too corny——"

"You have to understand what they think of you now, right?" Chu Qingge insisted, "Just listen to me."

September 17, the first year of the Reiki Restoration, Longyuan Academy, the familiar group study room.

Silence spiraled in the room until the sword in Gu Minghui's hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a loud noise.

Su Yunyao was startled by the sudden noise, and his fox tail slapped heavily on the chair leg with a "snap".

"Wait a minute - when did you take my sword away?" Wen Qingsheng looked down at his empty waist in shock, "Give it back to me!"

The serious atmosphere that had been created with great effort was interrupted. Yan Xiaoling relaxed a little and told her clues carefully:

"Before the New Year this year, my aunt received a package for Qingniao. According to my guess, the package was sent to Lin Jinsong."

"There doesn't seem to be a direct connection between Lin Jinsong and Qingniao, but if we add the identity of Fenghuang..."

"...That's easy to explain." Wen Qingsheng murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it could be heard clearly in the room.

"I've been reading a book recently, and I've been thinking about a question." He raised the book in his hand, revealing the title "Introduction to Rune Crafting".

"Mingqi-kun helped me recharge the feather pendant that Lin Jinsong gave me. But from what I have learned so far, if you don't understand the internal structure of the rune at all, it is impossible to recharge it so easily."

"I thought it was because it was a phoenix feather. Mingqi-kun would understand. Now..."

A new possibility was born.

Everyone in the room focused their attention on Su Yunyao.

I should have thought of this earlier, Wen Qingsheng thought, with a hint of bitter self-mockery in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, Fenghuang is really too good to them. He is just a junior who he met by chance and saved casually, but he always leaves gifts every time they meet; he is just entrusted by the pool, but he teaches with great care and without reservation.

Even the personal requests of the three of them, whether it was Gu Minghui's pursuit of the truth, Wen Qingsheng's invitation to observe the sect competition, or Yan Xiaoling's wish to see her original body, Phoenix agreed to them one by one, regardless of whether these requests were reasonable or not.

It's just like Lin Jinsong, who is always worried about the three of them.

Wen Qingsheng blinked hard and forced back his tears.

Su Yunyao held his tail in frustration. Ahhh, it's all this stupid tail's fault! As soon as it got wet, I forgot my lines!

"...I don't quite understand what you are talking about." She stood up with her head down and began to put things on the table. "When the teacher wakes up, you can go and ask him directly. Why are you holding on to me?"

Is her career as a spy officially over? The little fox thought dejectedly: I'm sorry, teacher, I messed up the first mission I was given.

"Hey, wait, aren't we supposed to plan our weekend today?" Gu Minghui seemed a little overwhelmed. He tried hard to recall the previous conversation, "Yan Xiaoling is going to the human world to pick up Senior Bai, and then..."

"Ah, yes," Yan Xiaoling took over the conversation in a panic and continued, "So are we going to gather at the academy and then set out together? Or are we going directly to Kunlun?"

Wen Qingsheng also came back to his senses: "I'll take you guys with me. How about... 8:30 in the morning? Meet at the entrance of the book garden."

Three pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on Su Yunyao again, but this time it was not for anyone else.

Su Yunyao stood quietly at the door with an unfathomable expression, her hand already lightly on the door handle.

Yan Xiaoling noticed for the first time that Su Yunyao had a pair of amber eyes, which shone with a strange luster under the bright overhead light of the study room.

"...Okay, half past eight, let's make a note of it." Su Yunyao said as he took out his cell phone from his pocket and absentmindedly scribbled on it twice.

For a moment, the room fell into silence.

Yan Xiaoling watched as the fox's tail, which had been hanging down, hesitantly lifted up a little, the tip of the tail twirling hesitantly, and the red fur rubbed against Su Yunyao's own calves.

The harsh sound of the study room door opening drowned out the sound of Su Yunyao sniffing. Before she left, she whispered:

"At the end of April, I had just returned to the human world from Penglai. I wanted to come to the Internet cafe to stalk Yan Xiaoling and apologize to her, but I was intercepted by Phoenix."

"He said...he knew a little girl was attacked by a red fox on her way home."