Chapter 9 Education
Ming Fengque discovered that his system bird was in a trance, its small eyes were a little vague, sometimes calm, sometimes nervous, sometimes angry, and sometimes confused, as if it was recalling something big that could affect its mood - God knows how it could see so many emotions from its black round eyes.
Then he seemed to know what Chu Chu was thinking about.
Ming Fengque lowered his eyelashes and reached out to tap the bird's head gently to bring it back to its senses.
Chu Qingkong raised his small eyes and looked at him silently, his eyes were not very friendly.
...This is the person who asked me to use points to save him, and then asked me to talk less in return.
Of course, over the past year, he had earned back his initial 3,000 yuan investment tenfold or a hundredfold, giving him the illusion that he was an angel investment system. But at the beginning... he was indeed despised by him...
Damn host.
Ming Fengque raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong, Chuchu?"
The problem is that his bird has stopped talking.
The system bird seemed not to notice the hand on its head. It flapped its wings and flew up, landing on his shoulder. Then it lowered its little head and began to peck at him with its beak, one after another, causing a slight pain.
Rather than feeling any pain, it felt more like she was throwing a tantrum and acting like a spoiled child.
Ming Fengque: “…”
So cute.
Then he saw the little green bird silently raise its head, staring at him with its round eyes, and asked a question: "Don't you want to listen to me? Then I won't say anything."
The bird closed its beak again.
“…”
Ming Fengque's heart ached again, as if a crack suddenly appeared on the ice-covered lake surface.
He was easily moved by Chu Qingkong, but now he was full of regret.
He shouldn't have mentioned their first encounter.
Why had I spoken to him like that? He was only able to survive because of Chuchu, yet he dared to criticize him for talking too much. Was I an ungrateful person? His system deserved the best, how could I have said such things to him?
Chu Qingkong pecked him: "Do the mission."
"Um……?"
Chu Qingkong added in a snarky voice, "When are we going to do the mission today? I want to earn 200 points!"
Ming Fengque guessed something: "Is it to make up for your perfect attendance?"
Chu Qingkong froze: "..."
It's so annoying.
If you keep talking nonsense, I will find another host. Don’t think that you are my only host.
Ming Fengque stood up, his white hair slowly falling, his white robe trailing the ground, flowing like water, exuding a noble air. He still had several ailments in his body, but on the outside he showed no signs of weakness at all.
The golden phoenix pattern on his back was looming, like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, stealing the light of heaven and earth.
The mission he received was to "follow the phoenix". The birds would flock to the phoenix and come to pay homage to him on his birthday every year.
The flock of birds can gain overflowing spiritual power from it, and his cultivation will be improved to a higher level.
Atop the valley peak, a formation formed itself. Immortal energy drifted, and scattered white feathers passed through a light and holy white shadow. Wherever he passed, ice crystals condensed, and the ground was as clear as transparent glass.
Ming Fengque is not a fire phoenix, but the more rare and noble ice phoenix - according to legend, it is a branch of the Phoenix clan, and an ice phoenix can only be born once every thousand years.
He was not born to stay in a so-called sect.
Who in the world can raise a phoenix?
Chu Qingkong suddenly became curious: "Host, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"
After Ming Fengque failed in his calamity escape, his cultivation was completely destroyed overnight.
He asked him if he wanted to rebuild his previous ruthless path.
"The ruthless way?" The young man curled his lips slightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. His golden eyes still had a sickly look, but they shone brightly. "No cultivation."
Chu Qingkong tilted his head: "Hey? What kind of cultivation do you practice, host?"
The young man calmly drew his sword: "The Way of Killing."
Chu Qingkong: “…”
He silently took two steps back, his mind filled with question marks. He wondered why he remembered that the host didn't kill people before. Could it be that the background information was wrong... ?
There must be a mistake.
Time was long, and now he didn't know what level his host's cultivation had reached.
Before Ming Fengque could answer, he suddenly heard the sound of wind in the distance, as if someone were approaching on a sword. The sword's intent was unwavering, and as the chill passed, trees in the forest snapped and fell to the ground with a crashing sound.
A flock of birds flew away in fright.
An arrogant and domineering voice exploded in the air.
"Ming Fengque!"
The young man suddenly rushed in uninvited, shouting from afar: "You escaped by chance on the day of your tribulation. I didn't kill you, but today is the day you die--"
The word "death date" circulated in the valley, spreading out in wave after wave.
Chu Qingkong: “???”
This voice sounds familiar.
He suddenly remembered the first sect secret code he heard that day, and immediately understood who the visitor was. It was the young disciple who had the audacity to attack his host.
The yellow-robed disciple finally arrived in front of them.
He wore a golden crown and a goose yellow robe, and his every move showed a self-proclaimed unrestrained and romantic attitude.
Chu Qingkong looked at his expression.
However, his facial expression wasn't right. Why was the corner of his mouth so crooked? Was it this crooked the other night?
As if noticing a little bird staring at him, the young man in yellow smiled with his mouth crooked, and his mouth became even more crooked, with a somewhat distorted expression.
Chu Qingkong: “…”
Ming Fengque originally had a cold expression on his face, looking at the newcomer as if he were looking at a dead person.
He knew this was his former sect's fourth senior brother, Lu Zizu, who often had a crooked mouth and seemed to live in his own world. He had always been bullied by Lu Zizu after he was accepted into the sect, so he believed Lu Zizu had stolen his opportunity and harbored murderous intentions. It was also Lu Zizu who had first suggested hunting him down.
But he never cared about these ants that could be crushed to death at will.
However, he discovered that Chu Qingkong had been looking at this fourth senior brother and seemed to be very interested in him - especially Lu Zizu, who also twisted his mouth.
What are you talking about, you piece of shit.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his gilded eyes, which made people shudder.
Lu Zizu: “?”
Why do I feel a little cold? I should just tilt my mouth again.
Chu Qingkong looked at it for a long time, and suddenly realized: "!"
He finally realized what was wrong. It turned out that this person looked a bit like the Crooked Mouth Dragon King. No wonder he looked so familiar.
It turns out there really is a crooked-mouthed dragon king!
"Host, host," the system bird he transformed into naturally perched on Ming Fengque's shoulder and whispered to him in his heart, "The opponent should be holding the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King script. Slap him in the face! Slap him in the face! Today's points are up to you!"
He opened the system's task release panel and quickly typed in "Slap the crooked-mouthed dragon king in the face." Completing the task would reward him with 200 points, and he released the new task to his host.
Ming Fengque: "Yeah."
He asked gently, "Is it just a slap in the face? Do you want to kill them together? Will that give you more points?" He paused, looking thoughtful. "Do you want to know my current level of cultivation? I can tell you after I kill him."
Ming Fengque laughed: "I remember that killing people used to be a task that started at 1,000 points."
"Ah?" Chu Qingkong was shocked. "... Just slap him in the face."
Ming Fengque stopped talking.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with some regret, wondering what he was thinking.
"Are you calling Ming Fengque now?"
Lu Zizu was unaware of the undercurrents surging here, and Zhang Yang spoke up: "Hahahahaha, did you find your ancestral surname back in Fengque? Hahahahaha, I remember, you were still an orphan when the Sect Master picked you up! Hahahahaha, you haven't had your own surname for more than ten years in Chongqing Sect, and you only found your ancestral surname now! But is it useful?"
The first sect is called Chongqing Sect.
Ming Fengque saw that his expression was getting colder and colder, and after a while he gently raised the corners of his lips and smiled.
Lu Zizu was completely unaware.
He spent a year and finally found the place where his biggest enemy was hiding. As if he couldn't speak without laughing, he kept talking like a machine:
"Hahahahaha, wait for you to find your ancestral surname. The Phoenix clan was wiped out thousands of years ago. What's the point of looking for an empty ancestral surname that only has you? Hahahaha!"
…
There was silence. Ming Fengque looked at him quietly without answering him.
The murderous intent spread silently, and the sword light flashed slightly, but before Chu Qingkong noticed it, it quickly disappeared.
"Ah." Ming Fengque whispered in his mind, his tone somewhat lost, as if he had suffered a major blow, "Chu Chu, look at him."
This sentence is a bit green tea. Anyone who has heard the sentence pattern of "XX look at him" will immediately react that it is probably pretending to be pitiful. Just listen to it and don't believe it at all.
But the naive system was soon deceived.
To say he was deceived wasn't entirely foolish, as Chu Qingkong was essentially a mechanical system, lacking any profound empathy for its host. The code was cold and indifferent, and the mere presence of human-like emotions was already a peak. Feelings were acceptable, but tears were strictly forbidden.
What's more, the person being scolded is his host.
In other words, big leadership.
How can workers empathize with their leaders? This is a completely non-existent paradox!
Meow hahahahahahahaha, finally someone dares to speak to my leader like that!
But when Ming Fengque spoke so weakly, Chu Qingkong sensed something was wrong. He couldn't laugh along now, and since it was his turn to perform, he had to express his loyalty to his host.
Then the little green bird tilted its head again, and the fur on its body stood up.
Lu Zizu: “?”
He cast a puzzled look at Ming Fengque, thinking that this junior brother was quite weird.
He suddenly appeared, and upon entering the sect, he completely crushed him, stealing many of his opportunities. However, as the reincarnation of the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King, he was no pushover. He used every possible means to connect with a charismatic figure within the sect, secretly poisoning him. Once the poison fully unleashed, he would be in for a real disaster.
As expected, he failed when he was trying to overcome the tribulation.
But who knew he was the reincarnation of a phoenix?!
He was terrified and quickly made a false accusation to the Sect Master, saying that Phoenix Broken Ascension Path was abominable and must be annihilated. However, when he and his sect members arrived at the place of tribulation, they saw only a pool of dark red blood on the ground. The giant phoenix that had fainted from exhaustion had disappeared, not even a feather left.
He immediately followed and chased after him.
According to common sense, Ming Fengque had been struck by fifty-five heavenly thunders and was poisoned by so many poisons that there was no way he could recover. However, I didn't expect that he could hide for so long. It was not until today that I found a clue and came to hunt him down.
And he also had a strange little green bird with him.
How could a normal bird——
“Chirp, chirp, chirp.”
In the silence, the bird suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.
This little bird seems to have intelligence?
Chu Qingkong quickly searched for the keyword "comprehensive list of swear words" in the system space.
Don’t underestimate the chip flow’s nuclear explosion-level killing weapon!
A complete collection of dirty words, this is also one of the system's golden fingers. However, because it does not conform to the healthy and positive energy values of the main god space, it is not known to outsiders.
Then, this little green bird, which was not ordinary intelligent, blinked its eyes and spoke again before Lu Zizu could react.
The clear and bright voice of a boy:
"Chirp, chirp, you are my ○○○ son. I am your ○. Do you need me to teach you how to ○○○○○○?"
"Chirp, chirp, I'm really afraid that if I scold you, you'll run away again, and then beg me not to do that, just like ○○?"
"Chirp, chirp, could you please stop using that face of yours that's as crooked as ○○○○'s mouth and your incredibly limited vocabulary to attack you, ○? You don't really think you're ○○, do you? Even ○○ is laughing. You act like a ○○, a ○○ thing."
"Chirp, chirp, hurry up and get up, wipe your tears, and keep up with my rhythm. Don't suddenly explode and be dominated by my fear. When you find that you can't ○○, it's as if you have been silenced by me ○○○○, and you keep ○○○○ yourself. You are a ○○."
"—You can't even scold a little bird, right? Chirp, chirp, chirp."
Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.
A paragraph of text contains so much bad words that it needs to be manually circled and blocked.
Lu Zizu: “…”
Ming Fengque: “…”
Lu Zizu staggered a step, his expression dazed to the extreme. No one had ever dared to speak to him like this in his entire life. In fact, the person who spoke to him was not a human, but a small green bird!
After a trance, I found myself silent at this moment.
Silence? Isn’t that what Xiaoniao cursed at the end—“It’s as if I, ○○○○, silenced ○○…”
Can’t be silent!!
Lu Zizu was so angry that he stopped talking and raised his knife, slashing forward fiercely!
“Clang——”
This knife actually failed.
A sword sharper than this one was instantly unsheathed, blocking the knife shadow. The sword light was so bright that it reflected his expression of disbelief at the moment.
The young man struggled to hold on despite his illness. His golden eyes were as cold as glass, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He blocked the attack with his backhand sword, then turned his wrist, and the sword's momentum changed, emitting a cold light.
The phoenix black ice condensed and froze into a layer of white frost on the tip of the sword.
As a senior brother, Lu Zizu naturally recognized this sword.
When Ming Fengque was in Chongqing Sect, he only performed good deeds and never killed anyone. He used this long sword. Although the sword is sharpened, it has never been stained with blood.
For some reason, in a flash, Lu Zizu suddenly had a dangerous association.
If you were hit by this ice sword, the ice would definitely freeze your heart, and with its huge cold suction force, freeze your entire body into an ice sculpture, right?
"Chirp, chirp, you're such a slut."
On Ming Fengque's shoulder, a little green bird was jumping and skipping. Its black gemstone-like eyes glared at him, and then stabbed him in the heart: "Want to kill me? Come on, come on! Chirp!"
The Mingfengque sword has been drawn, and every move is filled with chilling coldness.
Lu Zizu dodged in panic, screaming, "How is this possible! Didn't you lose all your cultivation and get poisoned?"
Chuchu Bird retorted on his host's behalf: "Chirp, chirp, are you anxious? You're confessing yourself? The poison in my master's body is indeed related to you, ○○. You, ○○, are truly my good son!"
Lu Zizu's knife rushed towards the little green bird again, and he was furious: "Shut up!!"
Ming Fengque's eyes were as cold as ice, and his figure flashed.
The long sword stabbed into the air again.
Chuchu Bird continued: "You are worthy of it, you are worthy of it, you are worthy of it? What is your identity and what is my master's status?"
Ming Fengque paused imperceptibly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Chuchu was helping him curse...
But there seems to be something wrong with these sentences.
Lu Zizu was extremely enraged, his brows twisted with anger, as ferocious as a ghost, and he howled to the sky: "You broken bird! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
He swooped down from the air, slashing with his knife recklessly, aiming at the little green bird that had been chirping the entire time.
This strike was different from the previous ones. He used all his strength to fight to the death, and the sharp edge was revealed in an instant.
Chuchu Bird sensed the murderous intent and its feathers stood up: "Master, save me, chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"
Ming Fengque looked quietly at the young man in yellow clothes who was rushing towards him, his eyebrows and eyes calm, looking down at him.
This person wants to touch his system.
Ice crystals danced in the air in an instant, emitting cold light.
In mid-air, countless flying swords made of black ice were aimed at him.
Even in this situation, Lu Zizu could still manage a crooked smile: "Who are you fooling, Junior Brother? Everyone in Chongqing Sect knows that you never kill anyone. You harbor ridiculous and empty ideals of saving the world, but have you ever actually touched blood?"
Chuchu Bird paused: "..."
"...Yes." Ming Fengque spoke quietly for the first time.
The young man slightly curved his lips. He had always been naturally noble and elegant, keeping people at a distance, as distant as a snowy field. But at this moment, he disappeared silently, like ice melting away.
However, it makes people subconsciously afraid and stay away from it, and intuitively feels that it is extremely dangerous.
Ming Fengque's voice was piercingly cold:
"I haven't used them for a long time. I almost forgot I have two swords."
"One sword saves the world, the other... kills."
Another sword suddenly took shape and was unsheathed with a clang. It was made of icy black iron, the blade was extremely thin, and the sword light was as cold and white as the dawn.
The entire valley was covered with frost and the temperature dropped sharply.
Ming Fengque swung his long sword, and both swords came out, shining with cold and sharp light, and attacked fiercely!
Lu Zizu was suddenly shocked by an unbelievable fact: Ming Fengque had actually held back in all those moves he had made before.
The sword moves with astonishing and arrogant momentum, with a faint sound of the clear and melodious sound of a phoenix, which is his real killer move!
Ming Fengque's sword was sharp.
"ah--"
Blood gushed out of Lu Zizu's neck, splashing the ice sword, and the knife hung down limply.
In the end, he never encountered the little green bird that he wanted to fly the most.
…
"Sorry, Chuchu." Ming Fengque changed into white clothes and caught the Chuchu bird flying towards him with a gentle and soft expression.
He rubbed the bird's head, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "I promised you not to kill anyone."
Chu Qingkong: “Chirp!”
It’s okay, he was so over the top woooooo and scared me woooooo.
"Do you have enough points?"
"That's enough, Chirp."
Ming Fengque paused slightly: "Then we can..."
"Continue with the mission, jiujiujiu?"
"No." Ming Fengque chuckled. "Change into human form. I want to ask, why is Chuchu so good at swearing? He needs to be taught a lesson."
Chu Qingkong: “…”
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