But judging by its appearance, he knew it wasn’t an ordinary mortal bird, so he directly brought out all the best and most luxurious cages for Qi Zhuoyu to choose from.
Qi Zhuoyu looked over, not satisfied with any of them.
He frowned. “Why are they all so small?”
The shopkeeper was taken aback. Small? The largest cage could easily fit a three or four-year-old child!
In an instant, he felt this customer was here to cause trouble.
Wiping sweat, he said, “Sir, our Beast Taming Tower is already the largest pet shop in the imperial city. If you still think our bird cages are small, you really won’t find bigger ones anywhere else. If you want the biggest cage in the world, you’d have to go to the imperial palace, to His Majesty’s place!”
Originally, the shopkeeper was just complaining.
But unexpectedly, after hearing this, Qi Zhuoyu actually thought it made some sense.
A moment later, Qi Zhuoyu was standing at the highest palace in the imperial court, overlooking the layers of palaces below.
Not bad, this cage was indeed larger than those he had seen before.
Qi Zhuoyu’s face showed a satisfied expression.
Then he woke up the sleeping little phoenix. The little phoenix woke up groggily on his head, seeing this magnificent palace.
Then he heard Qi Zhuoyu’s ominous voice. “How do you like this imperial palace?”
Little phoenix: “Chirp?” It looks very nice.
Qi Zhuoyu said in a deep voice. “Today, this will be your dwelling place.”
The little phoenix’s beady eyes froze. “…Chirp?” He had a feeling that he should have only slept for a quarter of an hour, not ten years.
Feng Xuan was born with a divine nature.
Shortly after hatching, a sense of right and wrong would gradually form in his heart.
Moreover, even without a sense of morality.
He also knew that his “father’s” behavior was called forcibly seizing people’s homes!
Looking at how magnificent this “home” was, it probably couldn’t be considered a commoner’s dwelling. If he had to say, it should be called usurping the throne. jpg
What’s going on?
Father, wake up, father! We’re divine beings! How can divine beings engage in pillaging and plundering?!
“You’re not satisfied?” Qi Zhuoyu’s tone sank.
Is this a question of whether he’s satisfied or not?
The little phoenix tried to reason with him. “Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp.”
Qi Zhuoyu said disdainfully. “So what? If this Venerable kills all these people, won’t this palace become ownerless?”
As he spoke, he really intended to do so.
Lightning began to gather in his hand, and dark clouds started to press down on the sky above the palace.
Little phoenix: “…”
He felt like he was just a newly hatched little bird.
How did he suddenly end up shouldering the blood debt of tens of thousands of lives?
Feng Xuan began frantically flapping his wings, trying to stop Qi Zhuoyu.
Several times his wings hit Qi Zhuoyu’s face, making him eat a mouthful of phoenix feathers.
Qi Zhuoyu got annoyed by his fluttering and grabbed him into his palm. “This isn’t okay, that isn’t okay. This Venerable has never seen such a difficult little fat bird to raise!”
After saying this, Qi Zhuoyu disappeared.
The little phoenix “chirped” once at the spot.
Getting no response, he flapped his wings and turned around, “chirping” twice more.
The not-so-large palace was empty.
The little phoenix looked everywhere but couldn’t find Qi Zhuoyu, only then realizing.
He blankly realized that he seemed to have been abandoned by “father”.
This fact made him sad for a long time.
By the time it was dinner time, he was almost over it.
After all, eating was the most important thing for a little bird.
A thousand years ago, the mortal realm was rich in spiritual energy.
The innately divine embryo was constantly absorbing the world’s spiritual energy, soon able to spread its wings and fly.
He didn’t know where to find food, flew for a long time, and finally found a mountain particularly rich in spiritual energy. He heard mortals say this mountain was called Misty Mountain.
The little phoenix picked fruits to eat in the mountain forest, habitually filling two bird shells. When he laboriously dragged the fruits to an open space, the little phoenix finished his own and saw that no one was eating the other bird shell full of fruits.
He looked for a long time, seeming a bit stunned.
Only then did he remember that “father” had abandoned him.
Feng Xuan felt his eyes stinging, wanting to cry a little.
But it seemed like it would rain at night. If he didn’t quickly make a bird’s nest, he would have no place to sleep.
However, there were no wutong tree branches in the mortal realm for him to rest on.
After searching for a long time, he only found a tattered banana leaf. Just as he managed to put the banana leaf over his head, torrential rain began to pour down.
That banana leaf, which had been eaten by insects until it was barely more than a stem, couldn’t block the pouring rain at all.
However, when the heavy rain was about to fall, the expected scene of himself being drenched like a drowned rat didn’t seem to occur.
Feng Xuan felt himself being grabbed by a familiar pair of hands, then saw Qi Zhuoyu’s grumpy expression.
Look at this little fat bird, not wanting this, not wanting that, yet unable to do anything without him.
But before he could mock him with a few words, the little phoenix curled up in his palm and started crying.
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
After a long while, he irritably wiped away Feng Xuan’s tears with his finger.
Although his expression was still grumpy, his movements were very gentle.
“Stop crying,” Qi Zhuoyu said. “This Venerable didn’t abandon you.”
“Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!!!!” said the little phoenix.
… His lung capacity was quite good when cursing.
The summer thunderstorm only lasted for a moment before the sky cleared up.
Qi Zhuoyu slowly spoke. “This Venerable just went to get something for you.”
****
A thousand years later.
In the Yingxu Palace of the Demon Realm.
“What thing?” Hearing this, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but ask curiously.
“Do you really want to know?” Qi Zhuoyu looked at him.
Feng Xuan stared at him for a while, skillfully performing a silence.
If you really can’t hold back and want to say it, you can give me fifty first.
Qi Zhuoyu saw through his intention and pinched his face. “Little miser.”
He said: “I’ll take you somewhere.”
By now, Feng Xuan had already changed into a new set of clothes.
He thought Qi Zhuoyu was being mysterious, wanting to take him somewhere special.
But after leaving the Demon Realm, in no time, they were at Misty Immortal Mountain.
“Why did you bring me to Zhujian Xiaozhu?” Feng Xuan was confused.
“You really don’t remember anything?” Qi Zhuoyu asked him.
Saying this, some vague memories did flash through Feng Xuan’s mind.
He suddenly realized. “Could it be that the mountain I randomly found back then was Misty Mountain?”
Qi Zhuoyu smiled without speaking.
Feng Xuan thought, what a coincidence this is.
Siming’s words about karmic cycles are indeed true. In this world, there must be a cause before there can be an effect.
Feng Xuan jogged a few steps forward. “You still haven’t told me what thing you brought back for me back then!”
Qi Zhuoyu stopped in the courtyard of Zhujian Xiaozhu.
Feng Xuan was running quickly and almost bumped into his back.
He steadied himself by holding onto Qi Zhuoyu, and found that Qi Zhuoyu had stopped in front of that wutong tree.
Come to think of it, this wutong tree had been through a lot, nearly dying twice.
Now it was winter, and the wutong tree had lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches standing in the courtyard.
“It’s right here,” Qi Zhuoyu said. “I planted the first wutong tree in the mortal realm for you.”
Qi Zhuoyu held his hand, and once again in front of him, slowly infused his primordial spirit into the wutong tree.
The wutong tree, as if receiving rain after a long drought, began to stretch its branches and sprout green buds even in winter, gradually developing into clusters of wutong leaves.
Feng Xuan stared blankly, a long-sealed memory seemingly emerging in his mind.
At this moment, it was slowly overlapping with the scene before his eyes.
The incomparably handsome Demon God was standing just like this, except that he himself was standing on his shoulder.
In his hand was a wutong branch brought from Never Falling Spring, buried in the soil. The Demon God used his last bit of primordial spirit to make it grow into a towering wutong tree, forever sheltering this lazy little fat bird.
As the wutong tree grew taller and taller, the little phoenix heard the Demon God say.
“This Venerable is about to die.”
What is death?
The little phoenix’s eyes were bewildered, as if he couldn’t yet understand the meaning.
He spoke, no longer in bird calls.
Instead, he truly transformed into a young boy’s voice. “Is death separation?”
“Yes.”
The little phoenix’s heart felt painfully clogged. “Will we be able to meet again?”
The Demon God looked at him and said, “We will.”
His voice was as deep as ever. “When this mortal realm’s first wutong tree revives again, we will meet.”
Qi Zhuoyu spoke, his voice almost overlapping with that of the Demon God. “I said we would meet again.”
A thousand years had passed, and the wutong tree once again burst into life.
And the person who had promised to meet him again.
Finally, crossing countless cycles of life and death and time, appeared before him once more.
Feng Xuan’s eyes stung a little. He took two steps and threw himself into his embrace, responding in a muffled voice. “I know.”
He knew.
This time they met, they would never be separated again.
((T_T))