When it was a white egg, it was lazy and ignored people all day long, with no signs of hatching.
When he was a little phoenix, Dandan was lustful and greedy for money. He stayed in Luo Jianqing's arms every day and refused to come out.
When he took on human form, it was as if the naughty child had suddenly grown up. Dandan suddenly became calm, self-possessed, noble and elegant. He devoted himself to cultivation and rarely went out. When he met people, he greeted them politely, which shocked the Taihua Mountain masters who came to spy on the "human-shaped phoenix".
Dandan was very self-aware and built a nest for himself, living in an open space behind the bamboo forest. It used to be the forbidden area of Yuxiao Peak, but now without the natal lamp of Jiulian Zun, it became the private domain of the little phoenix Dandan.
At first, Luo Jianqing also wondered if Dandan had suffered some injustice, as to why he had become... so normal.
After worrying for a long time, Xuan Lingzi couldn't bear to let his disciple have wild thoughts, so he called Dandan over and asked about the situation.
The elegant and noble young man bowed solemnly and said softly, "Father, I have obtained the inherited memories of the Phoenix Clan. The hope of restoring the Phoenix Clan rests on me, so I naturally cannot be as carefree as I once was."
Luo Jianqing was deeply touched, feeling a sense of loss that "the son has grown up and is no longer under the control of his father".
But after Dandan turned and left the bamboo house, Luo Jianqing finally couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Does the Phoenix Clan's natal phoenix tree have to be carried on their heads? I've never seen True Immortal Chi Yun carry a phoenix tree before. Dandan, is he going to carry it for life? Or until he reaches adulthood?"
Xuan Lingzi: "...the person hasn't gone far."
Dandan, who had not walked far, blushed. A breeze blew by, and the small green trees above his head rustled.
Even though Luo Jianqing had stopped laughing immediately, Dandan still heard it clearly, and a blush spread across his fair face. Finally, the young boy couldn't help but turn his head and yell, "You can pick it off as soon as you're an adult," then whimpering and running back to his little nest.
...No matter how mature and calm you are, that egg is still that egg and has never changed.
Luo Jianqing urged the little phoenix to practice diligently. After a while, he found time to go with Xuan Lingzi to Dragon Island in the First Sea of the Demon Realm. When they got there, Luo Jianqing finally saw the legendary dragon egg.
It was a pure white egg, lacking the ornate patterns of the phoenix egg, yet waves of shocking, oppressive aura emanated from it. Jin Li placed the egg in the center of a lake at the heart of Dragon Island, watering it day and night with the power of thunder and the pressure of the dragon clan.
When Luo Jianqing asked about his friend's situation, Jin Li's expression darkened slightly, and he simply said, "The Demonic Palace has an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with."
Luo Jianqing rushed to the Demon Realm again and saw the Red-robed Demon Lord, who was bored and playing chess with himself. This scene was extremely familiar. In his previous life, Luo Jianqing had played a game of chess with the seriously injured Mo Qianqiu. The two had a bet on a question. Luo Jianqing asked Mo Qianqiu if he was Mo Qiu, but he denied it.
Thinking about it now, Luo Jianqing could probably understand his friend's thoughts.
If it was Mo Qiu, then he would have died, and he could have earned a clean reincarnation, and Luo Jianqing would have felt less guilty.
If it was Mo Qianqiu, then after his death he would be reborn as an animal for 3.61 million lifetimes. Luo Jianqing would feel even more guilty and would be grieved again because of Mo Qianqiu's death.
Some pains only need to be borne by one person. If it were Luo Jianqing, he would probably choose to deceive his friends or even his lover.
Arriving at the Demonic Palace, Luo Jianqing had already guessed that Mo Qianqiu couldn't be in serious trouble. The beautiful and flamboyant Demon Lord sneered at this and, while asking Luo Jianqing to play a game of chess with him, said unhappily, "He casually summoned a dragon egg without informing me in advance. If the child is born, how will I feel about it? That child has nothing to do with me. Who am I to him?"
The relationship between Mo Qianqiu and Jin Li is very obvious, and they have no intention of hiding it from Luo Jianqing anymore.
Luo Jianqing was surprised when he heard this: "Could it be that the child has nothing to do with you and is Jin Li's alone?"
Mo Qianqiu looked up at him and said, "Don't you know how divine beasts are born? In addition to normal reproduction, divine beasts can also use their own demonic power to condense an egg. Before the egg hatches, they need to use their demonic power to nourish and incubate it. That egg was condensed by their own demonic power, and has nothing to do with me." After a pause, Mo Qianqiu said softly, "It will also cause him to lose hundreds of years of demonic power in vain. He will suffer, and it has nothing to do with me..."
Luo Jianqing's eyes were suddenly opened.
Luo Jianqing knew his friend's temper well. This time, Mo Qianqiu was truly angry. All he could do was wait for him to calm down; no one else could persuade him. He and Xuan Lingzi stayed in the Demonic Palace for several days, meeting up with Qi Luo, the Qin brothers, and the others. Unfortunately, Yunxiang seemed to still be playing in Cenzhou, so they couldn't meet.
Before leaving, Luo Jianqing was pulled over by Qin Guihe, who said that he wanted to spar with him again.
Xuan Lingzi, however, did not leave with him. Instead, he stood before the palace's majestic gate, his head raised to the sky, his long hair swaying in the wind. He was dressed in white, his demeanor graceful. Though only five hundred years old, he had already reached the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. If he had remained there, Qi Luo, Qin Siyi, and the others would not have dared to leave, fearing he would act against the Demonic Dao Palace.
However, Mo Qianqiu asked them to leave immediately and looked at Xuan Lingzi with a half-smile: "Do you have something to say to me?"
Xuan Lingzi turned his head, his gaze calmly fixed on Mo Qianqiu. Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, a flash of lightning and thunder. After a long pause, Xuan Lingzi opened his lips slightly and said in a cold voice, "You treat Jianqing...just as a friend?"
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