The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Chapter 47 047

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became extremely weird, thin beads of sweat were pinched on Cen Shu's forehead, and he didn't know whether he should continue to flow down.

Xue Yu tightly pressed his lips together, not letting the laughter in his throat escape.

But even though he closed his mouth, those round eyes couldn't help but bend up, narrowing out two pools of blue water.

Perhaps it was because Cen Shu's body was still young at this time, and he hadn't yet turned into the dusty attitude of not caring about everything 800 years later.

He seemed a little annoyed by his apprentice's gaze, a faint blush flew out of his thin face, then he lowered his arms and stopped looking at people.

This is actually not too strange. Xue Yu and Zhuang You in the Jindan stage have already fasted, and the main purpose of eating is to satisfy their gluttony; although the cultivation of the mountains and mountains has regressed, as a Chongming bird, it is not easy for him to be hungry.

Roughly speaking, at this time, only Cen Shu himself needs to have a serious meal.

He has been fasting for hundreds of years, and he is not as greedy as Xue Yu. For a moment, he forgot that this uncomfortable feeling is because his body needs to eat.

Xue Yu touched Cen Shu's stomach, but found nothing, so he could only hold back a smile and ask, "Even if your stomach is uncomfortable, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Cen Shu stood where he was, graciously letting his apprentice Rua stomach.He was shaken twice by Rua, raised his eyes and glanced at Xue Yu, with a trace of inexplicable in his indifferent expression: "Why did you say that?"

He has been tortured by hostility for hundreds of years, and has always been extremely good at enduring pain.After enduring it for a long time, it seems that the pain is not a big deal.

Xue Yu was stopped by his question.

He is the only child of his parents. Although he was not spoiled since childhood, his parents never let Xue Yu suffer any grievances.

To make trouble with the old couple when he is unhappy, it is a very common way of acting like a baby to him.

Just like the snow leopard always leans on Cen Shu's knee, begging for a pat from its owner, it's no different from suddenly getting excited today and wanting to go out for a hot pot meal.

Why ask?

As a social animal, why do human beings need to seek comfort from their own kind?

Xue Yu didn't quite understand.

But he thought again, the original book never introduced Cen Shu's childhood, it seemed that he had to hide from the world and meditate because of his hostility at a very young age.

The apprentice couldn't keep him, and Baobao was a fool, he was alone on the mountain every day, so he couldn't find someone to talk to, right?

How pitiful.

Xue Yu's father's heart was ready to move again. .

Alright, it's decided, the name of our article is "Through the Book: Saving the Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Master"!

After thinking about it, Xue Yu put his palms on Cen Shu's shoulders, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Master can tell me about these things in the future."

Cen Shu, who was suddenly stared at by loving eyes, slowly said, "...?"

There is a strange atmosphere between the two of them, like a father's kindness and son's filial piety.

At this moment, Zhuang You coughed lightly.

Xue Yu and Cen Shu turned their heads together, and saw Zhuang You hugging the mountain with one hand, and holding his bird's beak tightly with the other hand, and the latter stared at them with wide-eyed bird eyes.

Xue Yu was suspicious: "Why are you pinching his mouth?"

Zhuang You let go of his hands, and said lightly, "My hands are itchy."

Xue Yu:?

He really can't understand the words of cultural people more and more.

"So now...?" Zhuang You tentatively asked.

Xue Yu waved his hand full of pride: "Eat!"

The top priority of everyone changed from following Feng Jiamu to find clues to rushing to the restaurant in town to fill Cen Shu's stomach.

Cen Shu was forcibly carried on Xue Leopard's back by Xue Yu on the grounds that he was unwell.

He subconsciously stabilized his figure, looked at his apprentice Le Diandian's back, and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say that he had Bigu Pill in his pocket.

That's all.Cen Shu seemed a little helpless, as long as he was happy.

Along the way, Cen Shu had already stuffed four or five greased paper bags into his arms, which contained all kinds of sweet, salty and salty snacks that Xue Yu bought from the street, in the euphemistic name of letting Cen Shu cushion his stomach first.

Cen Shu tried a little bit of each bun very much, and nodded and said "yes" when Xue Yu asked if it was delicious.

But Xue Yu felt that his master was probably just perfunctory him, this person was not picky at all, he was even dipped in the rain and dew of the emperor level, and he took the same amount of snacks in each bag, without any preference.

"Is there nothing Master likes in it?" Xue Yu was a little frustrated.

Cen Shu was holding the oiled paper bag, and looked up at Xue Yu upon hearing this.

Cen Shu, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, still had a childish look on his face. With his small face, his peach-blossom eyes were extraordinarily large. His eyes were black and white, with a bit of innocent bewilderment, as if Xue Yu asked a question that was difficult to answer. question.

Cen Shu is used to suppressing his feelings, just like enduring pain.

And liking is also a kind of emotion. Over the years, he has become used to living like a dummy.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the stagnant 800 years, but it seemed good to be more wanton.

At this moment, there was no hostility in Cen Shu's spiritual mansion that needed to be suppressed all the time, and some things that he had abandoned for a long time seemed to be sprouting gradually.

He lowered his head to look at the oil-paper packets in his arms again, and squeezed out a small piece from one of the packets and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, Master likes to eat sweet!" Xue Yu was stunned, he thought to himself, "Then he should prefer to eat some sour and sweet dishes."

During the conversation, everyone has arrived at the restaurant.

Looking at the position of the sun, it is obviously not the meal time at this time, but there are still many diners eating inside.Not to mention the private rooms on the second floor, even the first floor has only a few empty tables left.

The first thing Xue Yu stared at were those tables, and then he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the diners here.

Monk, there are too many.

There are fifteen or six on the first floor alone, and all of them are above the foundation building stage.They were scattered around the tables on the first floor either alone or in a group. Although they appeared to be eating, the moment Xue Yu and his party stepped into the restaurant, they all cast their eyes vaguely, but they just looked at the restaurant. After one glance, he looked away.

It's just that the snow leopard is too big, and after Xue Yu repeatedly assured the waiter that the leopard would not hurt anyone, the waiter let them in.

Chongshan Junling flapped its wings, and said in a beast language that only Xue Yu and Xue Yu could understand: "These people are all like that handsome man."

They have been "assimilated" like Yang Junlang, so it was the monks who entered this dead place by mistake before, not the monks in the outer city of Suian City, and there was no conflict with Xue Yu and the others.

To be on the safe side, Xue Yu asked Zhuang You via voice transmission, and after getting an affirmative answer, he sat down with confidence.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating for Master is the biggest.

Although Zhuang You is already a Jindan, he still has the habit of eating like Xue Yu.Several people ordered dishes according to serious portions, and the moment Xiao Er left their table, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly changed.

"Oh! The two young masters are here!" Xiaoer's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the door.

Everyone looked towards the gate, and suddenly saw Feng Jiamu brothers walking in hand in hand.

Xue Yu was taken aback: What a coincidence?

He subconsciously glanced around, and saw that the monks became vigilant the moment the two brothers entered the restaurant. Although they tried their best to hide, the spiritual flow around them suddenly accelerated.

Suddenly, a ridiculous idea drilled into Xue Yu's brain.

These monks are here, are they waiting for Feng Jiamu and Feng Lingshu?

If the time of death is jumping back and forth, then these monks may have known that at this point in time, the Fengjiamu Brothers will come to this restaurant and wait for them here!

...Wait, that's not right.

Xue Yu thought again, Feng Jiamu, as the land master who can manipulate the illusion to jump freely, would he do the same thing as the npc in the illusion every week?

What is he drawing?

Brother Feng Jiamu was a little unhappy when he was told that there was no private room on the second floor, but he still sat down in the lobby on the first floor.

The street outside the restaurant is bustling with people, and the restaurant is full of undercurrents.

But the two brothers seemed unaware of this oppressive atmosphere. Feng Jiamu was hugged by his brother and sat on his lap, obediently gnawing on a half-eaten candy man.

It's not time for meals now, and the meals will be served soon one after another.

Feng Jiamu couldn't reach the food when he was young, so Feng Lingshu picked it up to feed him.

This person is the master of the entire illusion, but Feng Jiamu is like a real four or five-year-old child at this time, who needs to be coaxed and tricked by his brother before he is willing to eat.

In comparison, Cen Shu ate much more quietly.

He sipped the vegetables in small bites, eating very politely, just as Xue Yu guessed, the taste was light, and he preferred sweet and sour flavors a lot.

Xue Yu was throwing vigorously to feed his master, when he suddenly heard a loud "bang" sound behind him.

He turned his head in astonishment, and saw that the table where the brothers of the Feng family were sitting had been torn apart, the cups on it were shattered, and the red and green vegetables were spilled all over the floor.

Those monks surrounded Feng Jiamu and the two before, and their swords were already on.

Feng Lingshu was protected by his younger brother in the Qi training period, and shouted loudly: "Who are you!"

"I'm sorry, my lords." A monk in the formation said, "Phoenix Terrace is heavily guarded and we can't get in. We can only wait for you two here at this time."

Another person said: "Don't be afraid, if it is wrong to kill you two, I will always find a chance to slaughter the Feng family, and there will always be someone who is right."

Feng Lingshu was surprised and suspicious: "What do you mean?! What kind of grievances do you have with me at the Phoenix Terrace!"

Feng Lingshu didn't understand, but Xue Yu understood.

It turned out that the monks trapped in the illusion didn't know who was the master of the realm in the Phoenix Terrace, so they had no choice but to use the stupid trick of "exorcism". As long as the master of the realm was killed, the illusion would be destroyed by itself.

This move of waiting for the rabbit, actually hit the right owner in a crooked way, and it was also good luck.

The monks didn't want to explain further, they just charged the crime and killed them directly.

There was a mess in the restaurant immediately.

At this time, although Feng Jiamu was still young and didn't have a pair of knives in his hands, he had already shown excellent talent with his bare hands. He was able to resist their attacks against the monks of the [-]th and [-]th Five-Year Foundation Stage with his cultivation level in the Qi training stage alone.

Moreover, Fengjiamu's aura seemed to be a little weird, when it hit the part of the cultivator's body that was not thick in aura, it burned off a large piece of flesh like a fire.

In a few back and forth, several low-level monks lost their power to fight.

But no matter how good Feng Jiamu was able to fight, his fists were no match for four hands. After a while, he was out of breath, his body was covered in cuts like blood gourds, and his red coat was a bit dull.

On the contrary, Feng Lingshu was well protected by him, and he didn't even scratch the oily skin.

The two brothers wanted to escape from the restaurant, but the monks surrounded them very tightly, and they failed to break through the tight encirclement after trying several times.

Seeing them fighting for a long time, Xue Yu couldn't help feeling a little suspicious. Could it be that Feng Jiamu really erased his memory when he went back?

He thought absurdly, if this group of people really beat Feng Jiamu to death and the illusion dissipated, would they still be able to get the inheritance?

While thinking wildly, I saw a person holding a long sword and walking towards Feng Lingshu abruptly.

Feng Lingshu was a mortal after all, just now Feng Jiamu had taken a few more blows to protect him, and the monks also saw his weakness, so the sword was naturally extremely tricky.

Feng Jiamu was already very tired, and he couldn't reach out to stop him anymore, so he had to pounce on his brother, and the long sword pierced into Feng Jiamu's back heart without stopping.

"Jiamu!" Feng Lingshu threw his younger brother into his arms, his eyes tearing open.

The cultivator simply pulled out the long sword in his hand, Feng Jiamu snorted softly, and blood gushed out from the back of his heart.

"Brother..." He called softly.

Seeing that Feng Jiamu had no chance of turning back, the monks stopped their offensive and waited sympathetically for the two brothers to say their final farewell.

Feng Lingshu carelessly pressed on his younger brother's wound, a lot of younger brother's blood was already rubbed on his body and cheeks.

At this moment, Feng Lingshu looked a little like a child should. Tears welled up from his eyes, and a vague moan like a small animal came out of his throat.

Feng Jiamu leaned into Feng Lingshu's arms, stretched out his blood-stained hand to wipe his brother's tears, and there was a strange and extremely satisfied expression on that immature face.

He slowly opened his mouth, and murmured to himself, "I must have done this to see you..."

His voice gradually weakened, as if exhausted.

Suddenly, Xue Yu saw the red rope-like birthmark on Feng Jia's wooden wrist flashing very quickly, and Feng Lingshu's decay was visible to the naked eye.

The mountains beside him suddenly shouted: "Ah! That kid also has the same birthmark—no, it's not a birthmark at all—"

Before he finished talking about the mountains and mountains, Feng Jiamu, who was still dying just now, suddenly burst out with an inexplicable energy, and his spiritual power evaporated like boiling water!

Feng Jiamu's cultivation has also been rising steadily due to this rootless spiritual power, breaking through the Qi training period in the blink of an eye, and becoming a foundation building!

"boom!"

An invisible spiritual pressure exploded from Feng Jiamu's body, and the monks around Feng Jiamu spurted a mouthful of blood and flew backwards!