Feng Ning has always had a small regret in her heart, obviously she is the closest person to Yu Changshu, but she hasn't even seen his most handsome side, which is absolutely not good.

So after hearing the news of the prophecy, I danced for a while, and I was very excited.

"The Battle of the Xiuzhen Realm?" Yu Changshu still had a gentle smile on his face, and after a closer look, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Hmm." Feng Ning nodded quickly, in the battle of the cultivation realm, the imperial commander Shu didn't make a move, so he had to do it, right?

"Of course," Yu Changshu's eyes narrowed, and he calmly added three words, "Impossible." ”

Feng Ning tugged at the skin of his mouth, and the words in his throat rolled around a few times, but he didn't dare to say it.

"So what was prophesied?" Feng Ning raised his head and looked at Yu Changshu calmly.

"Death and rebirth." Yu Changshu suddenly got up.

"What?" Feng Ning blinked suspiciously.

"It's good for Master to worry about these things, you just need to cultivate well." Yu Changshu pressed Feng Ning's head down a little.

The wind condensed the black hair, fluttering with the wind, revealing a white back of the neck, at this moment, Yu Changshu suddenly understood one thing - his heart was already occupied by her.

It's not nostalgia, it's not gratitude, it's not like, it's really love.

Yu Changshu hugged Feng Ning tightly, hurry up and cultivate, don't let me wait too long.

"Come out with me in a few days."

"Get out? Where? Feng Ning was stunned by this news, and pulled his face, a little unbelieving what he had just heard.

"Accompany me to pick up something, and then find you a spirit beast" There was a hint of a smile in Yu Changshu's voice, as if he was amused by Feng Ning's childish movements.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up, "What kind of spirit beast?" ”

"You'll know when the time comes." Yu Changshu smiled warmly, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, looking mysterious.

"Can't you sue me now?" Feng Ning took Yu Changshu's hand and gently swayed from side to side.

"Hmm." Yu Changshu looked at Feng Ning, with a mysterious smile on his face, and his voice was very shallow, "What Master gave you is definitely the best, but there are some things that I can't tell you yet, it's not that I don't want you to know, it's that I'm afraid that I will be hurt if I know it."

Yu Changshu stood up, gently hugged Feng Ning to the bed, bent down, and his fingers stopped at the center of her eyebrows, smoothing her clustered brows.

Slowly leaned in front of her, the tip of his nose against her face, and the thin lips touched the corners of her slightly pursed mouth.

"I'll protect you."

The sound of the door slamming softly, Feng Ning's eyelashes flashed, his eyes were still closed, and he looked asleep, but his heart was like a little girl, constantly rolling, worthy of the person she liked, such a domineering president's posture was very in line with Yu Changshu's style

Yu Changshu walked along the stairs paved with bluestone slabs towards the peak, and the plants on the peak, because of the abundant rain some time ago, pumped out many young shoots, and did not have any impact due to the impending catastrophe, and looked full of green.

Yu Changshu's body was shrouded in a layer of white light, and his handsome face was hidden in the soft light, making it impossible to see his demeanor.

Yu Changshu finally stopped at the top of the peak, looking at a vibrant Lingshan Sect, where there is new life, there is death, the temperature on the top of the mountain is much colder than in the house, an invisible hand, as if manipulating the world, the tension fills the air, and gradually spreads to the entire cultivation realm.

The pattern of the Lingshan Sect seems to have never changed, he was reincarnated in the Netherworld, and the reason why he chose to stay in the Lingshan Sect was because a long, long time ago, there was no Lingshan Sect here.

This is where they first met.

Yu Changshu raised his head, there were only a few stars twinkling in the night sky, Yu Changshu closed his eyes, and Feng Ning's smiling face appeared in his mind.

The way she looked when she was asleep, the way she looked when she was quiet, her sly eyes twinkling before his eyes.

"If you can't take her back to the Immortal Realm, then it's better to stay in the Cultivation Realm with her, or die under the Thunder Tribulation, than by yourself."

Yu Changshu was on the summit of the Imperial Mountain Peak, facing the wind, with a decisive smile on his face.

The only hungry stars left in the sky twinkled in turn, like a hint before the prologue began.

A quiet night.

"Why can't you leave today?" Feng Ning looked at the calm Yu Changshu, and his heart was very unsettled.

"It's Chu Lan's birthday in a few days, don't you want to participate?"

"Of course." Feng Ning hung his head.

Cultivators have a long lifespan, and they are not as obsessed with birthdays as ordinary people, they are accustomed to having birthdays once in a hundred years, but for ordinary people, a hundred years is their life.

Feng Ning thought about it carefully, he hadn't had a birthday for many years.

Feng Ning tugged at Yu Changshu's sleeve, "Master, does it take a hundred years to live a life?" ”

"Of course not." Yu Changshu stretched out his hand to hug Feng Ning, a little helpless, more spoiled, "Do you want to celebrate your birthday?" ”

"Nope." Feng Ning remembered the situation when she accompanied her for her birthday before, and pressed her forehead with her hand, "I just think that a hundred years is too long, not only for ordinary people, but also for cultivators." ”

"It's just a habit." Yu Changshu flicked at Feng Ning's head, "How about Master prepare a grand birthday banquet for you?" ”

"Don't." Feng Ning covered his forehead, "I don't want to be watched like a monkey." It's good to celebrate your birthday with your family, friends, and the people you care about the most. ”

"Okay." Yu Changshu's soft voice, like a gentle night breeze, blew through the ears of Feng Ning.

Three days later, Chu Lan's 100-year-old banquet was held in Jianfeng.

The coldness of Jian Feng in the past was diluted by the monks who came to congratulate him.

The gifts sent by the peak masters of the various peaks of the Lingshan Sect, as well as the monks of other sects, were even more right, and the two similar faces of Chu Tian and Chu Lan both twitched with laughter.

From this banquet, it can also be seen that the status of the Lingshan Sect in the cultivation realm.

Feng Ning stood in the distance, looking at Chu Lan, who was comfortable in the crowd, and fell into deep thought, I don't know when, this cold young man who was only in front of him, showing a gentle side, also grew up.

"Why don't you go and congratulate him?" Yu Changshu didn't know when, he withdrew from the crowd of people in charge and stood behind Feng Ning.

"No, you don't." Feng Ning took Yu Changshu's hand, "Master, you know, I don't like such occasions very much, and there are so many people to congratulate today, and I am not one of them." ”

"Then let's go back." Yu Changshu held Feng Ning with his backhand and covered the hands of the two under his long sleeves.

"It's okay to leave like that?" Feng Ning was moved in his heart.

The head of the house over there, looking at this side frequently, probably has a lot to say, and he wants to tell Yu Changshu, presumably the purpose of their coming today is Yu Changshu.