Chapter 95 95 Stupid Bird’s ready-made vest appears!

September 25th, the first year of the spiritual recovery, Linghuang Mansion, kitchen.

"Master Qing Geng." The head chef of Linghuang Mansion bowed to Qing Geng who walked into the back kitchen.

"It's okay, you guys go about your business." Qing Geng waved his hand lightly, "I just came to check on the young master's diet these days - why are you guys so busy here?"

The chef rubbed his hands on his apron and said, "The ceremony of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix must be a grand one, with guests from all over the world to be entertained. We must also make some preparations in advance."

Qing Geng checked the menu for the meal he prepared for Feng Huang and asked casually, "There are only two weeks left to prepare. Is it too stressful?"

"Time is indeed a bit tight, but the young master has made up his mind, and Elder Ibis also agrees. We can only do our best." The chef took out a rag and wiped the stove:

"However, we should have held a banquet in early spring to celebrate the return of the young master. Now that the young master has recovered from his injury, we should hold it together to double the happiness... It's also time for everyone to relax."

The chef only wanted to calm the anxiety of the Hundred Birds, but he never expected that the young master's move was actually to show his recovery in a high-profile manner, so as to suppress the discussion of humans and monsters. Qing Geng thought. Now is the best time to hold the Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix Ceremony.

Qing Geng lowered his eyes and read the recipe carefully, then picked up his pen and weighed the herbs that had less bitterness in the medicinal food. The young master has recovered well recently and no longer needs to rely on medicinal food for supplementation. He can relax a little on his diet...

The chef stood aside, his eyes also falling on the menu, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Young Master has a good appetite these days, and has eaten a lot more than usual. It seems that his body has indeed recovered a lot."

At this time, the waiter who had returned from the Yuling Division came in with an empty lunch box and was stopped by the chef.

"Wait a minute," the chef said, taking the lunch box, opening it, and showing it off to Qing Geng like a treasure, "Look, these are the sweet soups and snacks that were just delivered to the Yuling Division."

"Usually, he would just take a bite or two and have the food sent back. But these past few days, he has eaten everything clean," the chef added.

Indeed, the food in the lunch box was completely eaten. Qing Geng closed the lunch box gently, but the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

Everything seemed too perfect. Phoenix's health suddenly recovered without any side effects.

As Phoenix's doctor, Qing Geng had worked so hard for Phoenix's health that he had lost countless feathers. Logically, he should be happy about this, but he couldn't really be happy.

Is it that simple?

Qing Geng shook his head, trying to shake off such heavy thoughts.

Since the young master was unwilling to talk about how Phoenix healed his injuries, it was not something he should delve into.

In the afternoon of September 21st, the first year of the Aura Recovery, in the demiplane where the gods were buried.

"You be the phoenix for me, and I will be the immortal bird."

Chu Qingge said coldly: "Do you think you can count on Phoenix's acting ability?"

Ning Changkong glanced at Phoenix, who had a blank expression in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, artificial intelligence is retarded.

"Is he really that stupid?" Ning Changkong muttered, "This alchemical body is so carefully made, it would be a waste to just use it to maintain the machine. It should be that Baril has brainwashed him and corrupted his brain..."

Phoenix, the 37th of the 72 demons, has a voice like a naughty boy and can transform into a human form. He is kind and gentle by nature and is a poet. [1]

Since there is a complete personal record left in the historical records, Phoenix should have been able to act independently in his early years... right?

Chu Qingge had already started pressing Phoenix's face, and began to modify his appearance into that of a phoenix - to be more precise, it was the appearance of Lin Jinsong after being transformed by the phoenix's spiritual power.

This scene was really a bit embarrassing. Ning Changkong turned his head uncomfortably and checked his belongings.

The Phoenix's influence on alien affairs and the demon race cannot be easily given up, and the Phoenix's physical condition cannot be doubted in public.

After all, his foundation in the demon clan is still too shallow. It is not realistic to let him pretend to be a phoenix to recuperate and retreat to handle government affairs. It would be better to return a fully functional phoenix...

Ning Changkong reached into his pocket and touched the phoenix feathers with his fingertips. The pure white feathers were gently twirling at his fingertips, shining softly in the dim light.

Due to the heavy workload and the sense of urgency of his own time, Ning Changkong is known among the demon clan for his toughness and decisiveness. Being a little cold occasionally is in line with his style.

Well, it's reasonable for Phoenix to change a little bit after being seriously injured. Such changes generally won't arouse suspicion.

Phoenix still has basic logical ability, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to handle daily work, but he certainly can't hide it from everyone. For example, Bai Xian, or that old fox Su Kunxiang, they probably can sense that something is wrong to some extent.

All he would need to do is go back a few times intermittently, mix the real and fake information together, and he should be able to get away with it.

"Okay." Chu Qingge raised her head and interrupted Ning Changkong's contemplation. "Can you take a look at this face?"

Ning Changkong looked carefully at the Phoenix in front of him. Although he had the face of a phoenix, his obviously colder expression showed that he was another person.

It was indeed a bit strange to face another self, but after all, this was not his own face, and it was not as awkward as the name "Ning Changkong" being used.

Ning Changkong agreed: "Okay, can you help me record his facial data as well?" He also needed to practice transforming into the appearance of a phoenix.

After accepting the Phoenix inheritance, his strength has improved significantly, and his spiritual energy reserves have also increased. He should be able to do this more easily than when he pretended to be a blue bird.

But the exchange of personal bodies is still too troublesome. Every time I have to find a way to bypass the idle surveillance...

Ning Changkong continued to immerse himself in his previous thoughts. He stuffed the feather back into his pocket and formulated a plan in his mind:

Before, he was stuffed into the body of the phoenix in the middle of the night against his will. It would be great if he could control the frequency of being put into this body.

How on earth did he...

As I was about to pull my hand away, it accidentally brushed against the fur, and the soft touch suddenly triggered a new question.

Huh?

Wait, why are there feathers?

This question pierced into his mind like a thorn.

Ning Changkong couldn't help but complain: "The immortal bird is not a real bird, where did the feathers come from?"

"No, I'm a bird," Phoenix said seriously.

...Seeing him say these words seriously with a phoenix face on his head, there was really an inexplicable sense of humor.

"You are an artificial idiot... No, an alchemical doll." Ning Changkong corrected him, "Making feathers is a waste of resources."

As soon as he finished speaking, white and red flames swept over Phoenix's feet. His figure was swallowed by the flames and disappeared from the spot.

Chu Qingge rushed behind Ning Changkong in a flash, with the spirit of "it is better to die than to betray a friend".

Chu Qingge complained: "My original form is now the Qiling Cypress, which can't withstand fire! No, I have to put a fire-proof talisman on myself..."

The flames slowly opened up like a curtain, and the figure of the phoenix appeared. Its golden and red feathers were the same color scheme as the phoenix, but it was more like an eagle.

The phoenix flapped its wings as if to show off and flatter, instantly breaking the noble and solemn atmosphere created earlier.

Why do I still feel a little stupid?

Ning Changkong raised the pure white phoenix feather in his hand: "White."

The Phoenix tilted its head and shook its wings. As it moved, the color of its feathers faded rapidly, and finally turned into the same pale color as the feathers in Ning Changkong's hand.

"The material has changed," Chu Qingge commented quietly. "It feels, uh, cheaper."

It's more like a model that can be used flexibly.

"Then why was it golden and red just now? Is it just a simple transformation magic?" Ning Changkong muttered, his eyes shifting back and forth between the phoenix and the feather in his hand.

The phoenix flapped its wings again and cooed twice.

Ning Changkong said expressionlessly: "I don't understand the bird language with a Western accent, please speak human language."

The phoenix's tail dropped to the ground, and Phoenix said helplessly, "Inject magic power."

Ning Changkong tentatively injected phoenix spiritual power into the feather in his hand.

The golden-red light began to spread from where his fingertips touched, quickly covering the entire feather like a flame, turning it into that familiar, fiery color.

The perspective suddenly turned dizzy, and the vision and perception became confused in an instant.

Ning Chang frantically stretched out his wings with his bare hands—to be precise, he had no hands at the moment—in an attempt to catch his suddenly collapsing body.

In the same body, Phoenix's voice rang out, solemn and firm: "I am a bird."

The amount of information was too much, and Ning Changkong felt that his thoughts were a little stuck. After putting the phoenix's body on the bed with the help of Chu Qingge, he organized his words:

"Did Feng Qingwu, uh, stay here with you before?"

Phoenix responded simply, "Yes."

Ning Changkong flapped his wings awkwardly; he was more accustomed to the posture of a phoenix.

Maybe Phoenix's bird form could do with some disguises, too.

He kept asking incoherently in his mind: "What on earth is...how..."

"Master is the king of birds. Master, use my power." Phoenix thought for a moment and added, "Use my body."

Chu Qingge interrupted: "Wow, a ready-made vest."

If Phoenix is ​​actually another identity controlled by Feng Qingwu, it seems that some means of consciousness switching should be left behind...

As the phoenix possesses the authority of the king of birds, does it have more room to maneuver against the immortal bird, which is considered a bird?

Ning Changkong finally found a way to transform from bird form to human form in the body of the immortal bird. He stood on solid ground with human feet again and carefully moved the joints of his wrists.

After slowly adapting to this unconscious alchemical body, Ning Changkong asked, "Is feather the medium?"

The "feather" that carries the breath of the phoenix can be an excellent medium.

"I like feathers." Phoenix began to answer the question in a strange way, but his tone was very serious. "Feathers are tokens of love."

His words suddenly took on a childish innocence, as if he was recalling a distant time when he was considered a child.

"Phoenix," Ning Changkong said helplessly, "Do you really have to jump out like a child, talking one word at a time?"

Phoenix: “?”

Ning Changkong took a deep breath: "Who am I?"

"Owner."

"Who is Feng Qingwu?"

"Owner."

"Call me something else." Ning Changkong could no longer bear it, "Stop calling me Master Feng Qingwu. I'm getting annoyed by your calling."

Phoenix: “I don’t understand.”

Ning Changkong: "Change the name of the individual 'Feng Qingwu' to 'Feng Qingwu'."

“…”

Ning Changkong: "…Change the name of the individual 'Phoenix' to 'Stupid Bird'."

"Reject."

"Isn't this understandable?"

September 25th, the first year of the Reiki Recovery, the Reiki Department.

"Have you seen Mingqi-kun in the past few days? I feel like he's been a lot colder."

“A little bit, but the work efficiency has also improved a lot.”

"The squeeze was dealt with in no time, it was amazing."

"Oh, so cold, he didn't even touch the tail feathers I just groomed..."

"You're exaggerating a bit, aren't you? Naruki-kun normally wouldn't touch a bird demon's tail, right? Except for Senior Shiro."

"But he touched me when he just returned to Linghuang Mansion! He can touch my head and my earlobes... hehe..."

"How did you--Oh, by the way, you have relatives working in Linghuang Mansion."

"I'm really impressed by these bird demons. Deputy Director Zhang! What do you think, Deputy Director Zhang?"

Zhang Xuan poured himself a cup of tea and shrugged, "It does feel a bit strange to me, as if my mentality has changed a little after being seriously injured."

At this moment, the tip of the swaying fiery red tail passed by the door. The passing old fox knocked on the door of the common room and reminded: "Speak less."

There is no need to worry about being heard by the real person.

The monsters who were slacking off in the lounge immediately fell silent.

Zhang Xuan watched Su Kunxiang leave and threw his hands up, "Since the old fox said it's okay, then it's basically nothing serious. Let's go and stop worrying about it."

For Phoenix, this distance was not an obstacle. He listened attentively, silently recording everything in his mind, preparing to report to Ning Changkong in the routine work report later.

However, it seemed that something urgent required his immediate attention.

"Ning Changkong." Phoenix twirled his feathers and called over the communication channel.

"…I just changed the name of Feng Qingwu, right? I am still your master, right?"

"Oh." Phoenix responded, "Ning Changkong."

"If you have to fart, fart now! What the hell is going on!"

"What do we do with the food? The spare stomach is full."

And it seems to be, uh, fermenting? Phoenix thought about it and swallowed the words back.

"You can't digest the food, so find a chance to throw it away."

"Bai Xian told me to eat as much as I could."

“…”

"He didn't let me vomit."

"He doesn't know you can't digest food, why do you listen to him?"

Phoenix felt wronged: "You told me to listen to him more."

“Tsk.”

"Don't call me stupid."

"…How on earth are you able to handle your job normally but be so stupid about this?"