Chongming bird...

It is said that when Yao was the king, his wisdom spread far and wide, and the country donated a sacred bird to Yao, named Chongming Bird.

The feathers of the Chongming Bird are like fire, and it is born like a phoenix. It often sings loudly. Moreover, the Chongming Bird can drive away wolves, tigers and leopards. Any monsters and monsters will run away when they see the Chongming Bird. The Chongming Bird feeds on fine wine, and likes to eat poisonous insects, but never eats them.

Other food…

Because of the magical power of the Chongming Bird, with the evolution of history, the Chongming Bird gradually became a being that warded off evil and evil, and was posted on the door of every household.

To put it simply, this Chongming bird, which looks like fire and sounds like a phoenix, is what modern people know...a big rooster.

Mr. Feng's eyes were confused, as if everything was lost. He was stripped of his clothes and paraded in the street. He said dejectedly: "I never told you my name and asked you to call me Mr. Feng. In fact, I just wanted to become a phoenix..."

Mr. Feng is actually the homophone of phoenix.

Mr. Feng's real name is actually Chongming, but obviously he doesn't like this name because he doesn't like himself.

Mr. Feng's voice was very soft. It was blown by the strong wind and almost scattered in the snow without a trace. He recalled dejectedly and said: "I am just a Chongming bird, but I have always disguised myself as a phoenix bird, because we

Their feathers were all red, like fire... Until one day, I met Prince Changqin..."

Because of his low self-esteem, Mr. Feng lied that he was a phoenix. His moral conduct was not shallow, because he was the big rooster next to Yao. In fact, it can be said that the Chongming bird was highly respected in that era, but Mr. Feng was still not satisfied.

Because of his profound moral character, Mr. Feng disguised himself as a firebird and a phoenix, and used his identity as a phoenix to "pretend and deceive", and soon became a member of the upper class.

Mr. Feng sneered and said, "You don't know, among the Celestial Clan, there are also three, six, and nine grades. Some people are born to be high-class, and some are born to be low-class."

Mr. Feng joined the upper-class heavenly clan and became brothers with those noble gods. He soon became one with him. Many gods envied Mr. Feng for his conduct and for being a phoenix. Over time, vanity paralyzed Feng.

In his mind, he felt that he was like a phoenix bird, so noble and unattainable.

But something unexpected happened...

Just when Mr. Feng was enjoying this life of stars holding the moon, an unexpected thing happened. Mr. Feng participated in a celestial clan's Yanyin. The Yanyin was extravagant, and all the invited gods were famous, and even

There were also the chiefs of various tribes, including Zhu Rong, the God of Fire who was coveted at the time, and so on.

Mr. Feng went to the meeting as scheduled, but just when he was being sought after by everyone, something unexpected happened. One of the guests at the banquet recognized Mr. Feng. They had met before and knew that Mr. Feng was not a phoenix, but a phoenix.

...big cock.

——What, he is a Chongming bird?

——Isn’t it a big rooster?

——Then why did he say he was a phoenix? He was really a fanatic!

——No wonder I admired him so much before, but he was just a big cock...

Mr. Feng stood in the midst of Yan Yin's joyous song. He was still the protagonist, but he was no longer surrounded by stars. Instead, he was pointed at, ridiculed and scorned. The overwhelming ridicule came like a tide, almost engulfing Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng looked at a loss. He just stood in the middle of the singing, looking at those who worshiped him, admired him, and even pursued him in the past, showing disappointed expressions.

At the moment when Mr. Feng almost collapsed, someone walked into the banquet. There was a sound of plain robes, long dark hair shawl down his shoulders, and a fifty-stringed string in his arms.

He just walked over like this, everything lost its color, and heaven and earth were ashamed of him. That man had an outstanding son of God. Yes, he was a born god, because he was the son of Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, and the dignified prince.

——Changqin!

Prince Changqin walked into the banquet with Wu Xian in his arms, and happened to hear the laughter of everyone. He saw the big rooster standing in the middle of the banquet, with a look of helplessness, vulnerability, and almost collapse. He said lightly:

: "Chongming, why are you here? It's really easy for me to find you..."

Prince Changqin's gentle words actually stirred up a thousand waves. It turned out that Da Gongji and Prince Changqin knew each other. From the tone of Prince Changqin's tone, their relationship seemed to be very close, as if they were friends.

As the son of Zhu Rong, Prince Changqin has a noble status. Many gods want to be friends with Prince Changqin and have a little relationship. However, Prince Changqin is unattainable and has a cold and distant personality. He doesn't like anything except music. What?

It couldn't arouse his interest.

And this big rooster turned out to be the friend of Prince Changqin. Whether it is a pheasant or a phoenix, as long as it can be friends with Prince Changqin, the rooster and the dog can ascend to heaven! In an instant, the wind direction of the banquet changed, and those mocking voices turned against each other,

He started to flatter Mr. Feng again.

——It turns out that Mr. Feng is a friend of Prince Changqin!

——I said before, Mr. Feng must be outstanding!

——Yes, yes, I have heard people say that the Chongming bird seeks good luck and avoids bad luck. When I saw it today, it was much more noble than a phoenix.

Mr. Feng's last trace of dignity was saved by Prince Changqin. Mr. Feng was extremely grateful to Prince Changqin. After the banquet, Mr. Feng ran out and caught up with Prince Changqin who left.

Prince Changqin's gentle face disappeared. He neither smiled nor looked at him. He said in a cold tone: "There are three, six or nine levels of the Celestial Clan, but you yourself divide yourself into three, six or nine levels. If so, I will only look at him."

You can't afford it."

After that, Prince Changqin Shi Shiran left, leaving behind Feng Chongming who was stunned in the distance and at a loss.

From that day on, Mr. Feng seemed to have some enlightenment. Yes, if you can't even look down on yourself, who else can look down on yourself?

In the days that followed, Mr. Feng really became good friends with the Prince Changqin. He often watched the Prince playing the fifty strings on the Changqin. Perhaps those days were Mr. Feng's happiest days.

Mr. Feng murmured: "But then... suddenly one day the prince told me that his time has come."

The prince's Changqin is a god of heaven. Gods have the same lifespan as the sun and moon, so how can they have an end?

Mr. Feng said: "Because of the corpse."

"Corpse?!" Wanqi Linmu immediately grasped the key point and said in shock: "Corpse? There were corpses at that time?"

Mr. Feng nodded and said: "I don't know the specific things. The prince didn't tell anyone. He just said that his time was coming. If he didn't die, the people of the world would die. He has always been like this. In my opinion

He is the Holy Mother, and he can sacrifice everything for others, but if he hadn't saved me with his kindness, I wouldn't be me anymore..."

Corpse stalks are not unique to the Su family. Corpse stalks actually existed in ancient tribes a long time ago. Prince Changqin ended his endless life because of the corpse stalks and attached his soul to the broken fifty strings.

Above the strings, they were buried in Yinglong's tomb and Colorful Phoenix's tomb.

Wanqi Linmu squinted his eyes and thought, thinking that if there were corpses at that time, the death of Prince Changqin would probably have something to do with the music. After all, the growth condition of the corpses was music.

When Mr. Feng heard Prince Changqin's farewell, he felt very unbearable and took the initiative to ask for help. He wanted to guard the tomb of Prince Changqin and guard the fifty strings to prevent anyone from infringing on Prince Changqin's soul.

However, at that time, Prince Changqin decisively rejected Mr. Feng. He told Mr. Feng that he had found a tombkeeper, but it was not Mr. Feng. The last Fengniao tomb would be guarded by Prince Changqin’s master.

.

Wanqi Linmu grasped the key point again and said: "The prince's... master?"

Mr. Feng nodded and said: "I have heard of this person, but I have never met the master of Prince Changqin. This man is very mysterious and does not want to show his face. He is friends with the God of Fire Zhurong, and later became the master of Prince Changqin.

, I only know that the prince respects his master very much, but I have no clue who the master is."

Mr. Feng was rejected by Prince Changqin, and his inferiority complex came out again. He wondered whether it was because he was not a real phoenix that Prince Changqin asked his master to guard the tomb instead of himself?

After that, Mr. Feng received the news of the death of Prince Changqin. Sure enough, he passed away and disappeared from this world. From then on, there was no such person as Prince Changqin. Mr. Feng was shocked and couldn't get up for a while.

Mr. Feng said: "I have been living in confusion and being negative for a long time, but then I thought that if I could really find Fifty Strings, I could resurrect the prince."

Mr. Feng was not willing to be looked down upon, so he also began to look for the fifty strings, looking for the last string. Mr. Feng said: "Actually, this is not the first time I have entered the gate of hell. I have entered the gate of hell long ago.

Gate... I know that there is a piece of string guarded by the master of Prince Changqin, and it is buried in these mountains, so I have entered the gate of hell a long time ago."

However, at the Gate of Hell, Mr. Feng was attacked.

Mr. Feng shivered subconsciously and said, "It's corpse..."

There was lightning and thunder at the Gate of Hell that day. It was also like this in the snow. Huge thunder and lightning struck down. Even the Chongming Bird was afraid of such thunder and lightning. What made Mr. Feng even more frightened was that the overwhelming corpses were attacking him.

Mr. Feng was attacked by zombies and fainted in the snow. The last thing he saw was thunder and lightning, which was deeply imprinted in Mr. Feng's heart.

No wonder, Wanqi Linmu thought, Mr. Feng was very afraid of thunder. It turned out that what he was afraid of was not thunder, but... corpses.

Mr. Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I woke up later and someone rescued me. Who do you think it was?"

Without waiting for Wanqi Linmu to reply, he didn't seem to want Wanqi Linmu to reply. He was just asking himself, "It's Gu Hell."

When Mr. Feng woke up, he saw Gu Yu at first sight. Gu Yu gently asked Mr. Feng how he felt. At that time, Mr. Feng was scarred and he felt very hungry. In fact, in addition to fine wine, Chongming birds also like to eat Gu insects. He

Staring at Gu Hell closely, wanting to eat Gu Hell.

But at that time, Mr. Feng was too weak and he could not eat the snake vood in front of him. Later, the voodoo prison kept taking care of Mr. Feng. After Mr. Feng recovered, he thought, forget it, this snake vood looks like there is no meat at all.

Otherwise... let's gain some weight before eating.

In this way, Mr. Feng and Gu Yu have been together, almost eating and living together. Gu Yu worked diligently and became a good and considerate servant in order not to be eaten by Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng shook his head and said: "But I didn't expect... Gu Hell and Corpse Elves are also related."

A possibility flashed in Wanqi Linmu's mind, and Mr. Feng also spoke. They seemed to have thought about it together, and said: "Looking back now, it's such a coincidence. I was poisoned by corpse poison, and Gu Hell happened to appear.

...He may not be here to save me, but sent to monitor me..."
Chapter completed!