Vows from Twilight Chapter 10

The other chickens were frightened by the blood and fled in all directions, but Xiaorong was not greedy. The rooster raised in Elder Qi's yard was fat and strong, enough for them to have a full meal. The little yellow dog's fierce gaze turned cute again when it touched Thatcher Feng, who was hiding under the tree with a shocked face.

"Brother Feng! I'll leave the rest to you!" It shook its tail, signaling Thatcher Feng to come over quickly.

"Wow," after a brief shock, he happily ran onto the little yellow dog's back and praised, "Are your fangs so sharp? You still stopped when you fought with me before."

Xiaorong didn't dare to say that she actually didn't fight Thatcher Feng at all.

This little gray bird looks ordinary, and you can feel the heat caused by the spiritual energy flowing on his body when you touch him.

After a fight, he would have to lie down for several days because his paws were so burned that he could not walk.

Thatcher Feng had been hungry for a long time now. Since no one saw him, he turned into a human body, grabbed the chicken in his hand, and burned its feathers and internal organs clean.

He was very skilled at doing this kind of thing. Thatcher Feng took a few branches from the bottom of the tree and built a simple shelf. Then he found a suitable angle to insert the meat on the branches perfectly, and finally put the chicken on the fire. Grilled on top.

The little yellow dog always seems a little weird when you look at it.

But how can his brain be able to think of so many things? If someone cooks for it, how many more dishes will it take?

He did what he said, and he tasted the spiritual grass small banyan tree planted in Elder Qi's yard several times, but due to the presence of chickens that liked to croak, he didn't eat much.

This time with big brother’s support, it’s not about eating as much as you want!

The little banyan raised its forelimbs and charged up to swoop down, digging a hole directly in the middle of the yard. The little banyan tree avoided the exposed herbs.

After repeating this cycle, almost all the spiritual grass closest to the woods was hollowed out by him. It bit the leaves of the spiritual grass and brought back dozens of them.

Thatcher Feng turned the wooden stick while controlling the heat, so that the roasted chicken gradually became golden in color, plump and oily.

Seeing that the roosters that were hiding just now were about to come over after smelling the smell, Thatcher Feng tore off most of the roasted chicken and threw it to Xiao Rong, who couldn't wait to eat it.

The roasted chicken that had just been taken off the fire was still steaming, and Xiaorong almost took several breaths after licking it.

Unlike Xiaorong's difficulty and haste, Thatcher Feng was not afraid of being burned at all, and even wrapped the torn piece of meat with spiritual grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's delicious!" Thatcher Feng nibbled two more leaves alone, making her cheeks bulge.

The little local dog finally cooled down a piece of meat, but he swallowed it whole without tasting it at all. It drooped its ears and looked at the chicken observing them not far away, and then it remembered that something was wrong.

"Brother Feng, brother." It called twice to Thatcher Feng, who was working hard. Seeing that he didn't respond, he gave it a push with his paw, "Brother, your feathers are quite similar to this chicken. Eat like this." Are you sorry, relatives? Didn't you eat pigeons last time?"

Not long ago, he was pretending to be stupid with Thatcher Feng, but he became shrewd again when this happened.

"What?" He still had something stuffed in his mouth, and his words were a little slurred: "Wo Cao likes to give pigeons paper."

Thatcher Feng spit out two bones and continued: "What do you know? The people closest to it are the most greedy for its flesh and bones."

Xiaorong rolled her eyes when she heard these nonsense.

How could you say such a thing when you are facing bones all over the floor?

After finishing most of the chickens and eating nearly a hundred spiritual grasses, Thatcher Feng burped nonchalantly and immediately turned into a bird and lay on the ground.

"It would be nice if I could feel this comfortable every day. The canteen isn't enough for food..."

After Xiaorong had eaten and drank enough, she followed Fengyan's example and lay down on the ground, basking in the moonlight comfortably.

The rooster next to him seemed to have forgotten the bloody scene just now. Seeing that the two little ones didn't move, he ran into the chicken coop with two uneaten chicken bones in his mouth.

After eating and drinking enough, the little yellow dog came up with another bad idea, "No, no, Brother Feng, just eat some of that old man's food. What kind of impact can it have on him? I tell you, just give him Half of his most precious hair was burned off so that he would not dare to be so reckless in the future."

Little Rong was so excited just thinking about it, her claws kept waving in the air, as if she had pulled Elder Qi's hair off.

"Tch," the little fat bird turned over, lying on the ground and pouted: "Who is so bored to do such a thing?"

A quarter of an hour later, Thatcher Feng and Xiao Rong looked at each other. Xiao Rong understood immediately, got up and stretched, "Oh, it's too dark here, let's find a place with moonlight and continue lying down."

So the two of them sneakily ran to the other side of the yard and cautiously opened the window that was covered with paper.

Although a formation was set up above, it was just a piece of cake for Thatcher Feng. A small flame appeared next to Elder Qi, and was manipulated to burn the back of his head and the hair on top of his head.

Every phoenix with pure bloodline has an eternal fire in its inner palace. It can break all restrictions and burn everything. At this time, Thatcher Feng was observing his work through the flames.

Seeing that the task was completed, he quickly put away the fire. Seeing that it was accomplished, Xiaorong immediately took Thatcher Feng's tail feathers in his mouth and fled the place.

*

When Elder Qi got up the next day, he got up and put on his Taoist uniform as always, then grabbed his hair and straightened his clothes.

However, something feels a bit wrong today. The hair that is scattered on the shoulders is much less than usual. Elder Qi suddenly felt something bad. He stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, only to feel the broken hair that pricked his hands and the feeling of sticky hair.

He turned around angrily and glanced quickly across the bed, only to find that most of his hair had fallen off on it. There was a burning smell at the roots and crumbs scattered on the pillow.

Elder Qi was so angry that his beard trembled. He cast an illusion on his head and hurried to the foot of Jisu Mountain. He caught a disciple and asked, "Did you see Thatcher Feng coming down the mountain after dark yesterday?"

The disciple who was grabbed by the collar was startled and winced and replied: "No... I haven't seen it before."

He glared angrily and looked at the other disciple standing next to him, "Where are you!"

"Uh... I haven't seen it either, disciple."

Elder Qi frowned and stared at the side hall on the mountain, wishing he could whip Thatcher Feng, a rebellious disciple, a hundred and eighty times.

The formation inside his house was not destroyed, but the window in the corner had a hole.

Layton Qi could only think of Thatcher Feng as the person in the Fengqi Sect who could achieve such an extent, yet was dissatisfied with him and had the fire spirit root.

This man is extremely talented but difficult to discipline. He must be taught a lesson today!

"Layton Qi, what's wrong with the ancient books?" Beckett Yan came down from the mountain and looked up to see Layton Qi grabbing two disciples to make trouble.

Elder Qi's illusions can hide the low-level disciples, but he is only an elder in the late stage of virtual refining, so naturally he cannot hide it from Beckett Yan, who is already in the Mahayana stage.

Sure enough, the next moment Beckett Yan asked him with confusion: "Why is your hair gone?"

Two disciples standing in the middle: "?"

So is this the reason why Elder Qi has been so irritable recently?

... I thought I wouldn't run into the busy Beckett Yan in recent days, but as soon as he left the house, his disguise was exposed.

He gritted his teeth, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance, "Thatcher Feng! Let me catch you and I will burn all your hair!"

Thatcher Feng hid behind the rocks on the mountain and rolled on the ground laughing when he saw Elder Qi's predicament.

He also covered his mouth with his wings, fearing that someone would find him watching the show.

After Old Man Qi left angrily and Yan Hui went down the mountain to do his own thing, with only two disciples left, Thatcher Feng dared to laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, this is so interesting. I thought I was disguised well, but it was exposed immediately hahahaha..."

"What? I can't see it." Xiao Rong was lying on the stone, no one could be seen, and she was still stretching her neck. The excitement is clearly right in front of us, but we just can't see it. It's really frustrating.

As the most talented phoenix, Thatcher Feng had already cultivated to the Mahayana stage thousands of years ago, not to mention that he still had the Nirvana Fire on his body. This disguise could not be hidden from his eyes at all. But Xiaorong is a solid early-stage golden elixir, and there are no clues about it.

I can't understand Thatcher Feng's happiness at all.

"Don't be sad," Thatcher Feng patted his good brother's back to express comfort, "When he is in front of you next time, I will quietly open your eyes for two seconds, and you will be able to see."

However, the Sky Eye cannot be opened by ordinary demons. First, it is not tempered enough, and second, the spiritual power cannot support the consumption of opening the Sky Eye. Therefore, I can only open Xiaorong's Heavenly Eye for two seconds.

Thatcher Feng got up early today just to watch the old man's jokes. As expected, he got up earlier than the chickens.

But the price for getting up so early was that Thatcher Feng was hungry again.

In the past, one meal a day was enough for him, but he didn't expect that when he woke up after a thousand years, he would be either hungry or on the way to being hungry. Fortunately, Thatcher Feng has no worries about cultivation, so she has become a happy bird that eats, sleeps and eats.

"The food I ate is really delicious. I wonder if I will have another chance to eat it." Thatcher Feng smashed the bird's beak, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of last night.

"It's easy to say," the little yellow dog immediately became active when he mentioned that he wanted to do bad things. "The dishes in the cafeteria are different for the inner disciples and the deacons and elders. They will use herbs with more spiritual power, which taste better." It’s even better! Let’s go eat this today!”

Hearing that it tasted better, Thatcher Feng became a little interested, and then worried: "How do you eat this? You can't stop it halfway."

"No, no, no," Xiaorong pretended to be profound: "We intercept it directly from the source."

Just do what you say, the little yellow dog, who is familiar with the road, dives into the grass with Thatcher Feng, takes a detour and rushes to the canteen down the mountain.

After a cup of tea, Yan Hui stood near the stone where they had just stopped, and picked up the reddish-brown feathers on the ground with his thin fingers.

He stroked it for a while and felt the softness of the feathers. Immediately put the feathers into the sleeve pocket. The dog's paw prints were left on the rocks and the ground, pointing to the grass on the secluded path, and no one knew where they were going.

Yan Hui stared at it for a while, then looked at the side hall of Jisu Mountain and murmured, "Thatcher Feng?"

*

The little yellow dog walked on a winding road, and when Thatcher Feng's patience was about to run out, it reached its destination - the chef of the canteen.

This is not the kitchen in the cafeteria where Thatcher Feng usually eats. This is a place dedicated to cooking for the elders, deacons and even the sect leader. The ingredients provided are all spiritual herbs freshly pulled out of the ground.

Although cultivators with such a high level of cultivation no longer need to satisfy these appetites, after all, it is a meal made from spiritual herbs and elixirs. Eating too much will not cause any trouble, and it is also beneficial to cultivation, so why not .

Xiao Rong was hiding in the corner, sniffing the smell emanating from the crack in the door. She immediately smelled one of the dishes and excitedly waved to Thatcher Feng, who was standing guard in the distance, to come over.

It lowered its voice: "Today we have wolf meat, porcupine, and red sesame. These old men are really willing to give it up."

Chi Jingzhi grows near the lava fire. After the cultivators of the Fire Spirit Root eat it, their spiritual power will become more intense. This is a good thing.

In other sects, they might be sacrificed to great powers by those who are willing to do so, but in Fengqi Sect, they are used casually for cooking.

Anyone who sees it will shout: "Luxury!"

But there is such a lava land near the Phoenix Forbidden Area guarded by Fengqi Sect, and it is very easy to grow. Besides, there are many cultivators of the Fire Spirit Root in the sect, so it will naturally not hurt to use it.

Thatcher Feng came over and naturally smelled the smell, and immediately became interested, "The food is so good, why don't you take me with you? You bad guys occupy my house and eat my food. I want you to look good!"