This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Inhumans, evil things.

    It is not surprising that the elders of Chengchao would say such things.

    At the beginning of its establishment, Lingxiaomen established itself in the world by subduing demons and eliminating demons. In the past thousand years, they have killed countless evil spirits in their hands, and naturally there are not a few fellow students who sacrificed in the process of beheading the monsters.

    The disciple of Lingxiaomen has a natural hostility towards demons.

    The minds of people who are not my own must be different. Even in this era, this view has not been completely wiped out.

    Even Feng Ci had a prejudice in his heart when he first knew that the lord of Langfeng City was actually a snake demon.

    But then I learned that this was my own little black snake, and that prejudice disappeared.

    After all, she is her own child, so there is no reason to dislike it.

    Of course, there is no reason to watch others dislike it.

    "Elder Chengchao's words are bad."

    Feng Ci threw the melon seeds in her hand into the water, which attracted the koi in the pond to fight: "The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, the Xianmeng has been investigating for so many months and has not found any clues. , If we don’t convene the six gates to witness this matter, if something goes wrong, wouldn’t the responsibility fall entirely on our city lord?”

    Elder Chengchao noticed this unruly disciple of Langfeng City just now, but he didn't even pay attention to Pei Qianyue, let alone an ordinary disciple.

    I didn't expect this little boy to dare to refute him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

    But Feng Ci's words haven't finished yet: "And the secret realm under the root of the banyan tree, if someone in the six gates can create a secret realm that is more powerful than our city lord, why should he shoot. You can ?"

    Elder Chengchao: "I..."

    "You can't, I know."

      Murderous. Elder Chengchao was born in Lingxiaomen, don't you even understand this?"

    "The city master is really cultivating like this, can he sit here now?" Feng Ci sneered, "On the basis of unnecessary charges, do you have any evidence?"

    Elder Chengchao was fooled by his series of questions: "You...I..."

    "You don't, I know."

    Feng Ci got up and walked to the stone table, leaning slightly: "The demon is a demon, and the evil is evil. I believe that the elders of Chengchao will not be so indistinguishable between good and evil. As for your claim that our city lord is inhuman, That's right-"

    "But your cultivation is not as good as non-human beings," Feng Ci smiled at him, "what are you?"

    "The stubby is crazy!"

    Chengchao slammed the table on the table and stood up, so angry that he forgot to use the spell, grabbed the whisk and wanted to come over and beat Fengci.

    The elder Cheng Chao swept away the dust, and thousands of silver threads appeared.

    Unscathed.

    Elder Chengchao was angry and lost his senses, and he didn't see the profound cultivation base in this step of Fengci Hide, but Wen Huaiyu on the side saw it clearly.

    His eyes sank, and he first glanced at Pei Qianyue.

    The latter was still sitting there, and even made a steady cup of tea for himself.

    —Whether it was Elder Chengchao's unpredictable words or the series of rebuttals of wind words, it didn't make his expression fluctuate for a moment.

    Besides, the old man and the young man are still fighting.

    …It should be that Feng Ci is still being chased and beaten by the elders of Cheng Chao.

    As an elder of Lingxiaomen, Chengchao has a profound cultivation base, and is highly respected in the entire cultivation world.

    On the other hand, the young man is always calm, and he still has time to persuade him: "Elder Chengchao, don't be so angry, it hurts your body."

    Elder Chengchao almost didn't catch his breath.

    “Chen—”

    A piano sound swayed from the pavilion.

    Wen Huaiyu took off the guqin behind him, and the guqin automatically floated in front of him, his fingertips gently plucked out a tune.

    This tune contains spiritual power, which makes people feel calm.

    Even Elder Chengchao calmed down.

    Wen Huaiyu played the piano and persuaded: "Elder Chengchao, why bother with a child?"

    "Child?" Cheng Chao snorted coldly, "Can a child speak freely?"

    Feng Ci hid behind Pei Qianyue: "Why can't you, some people are still talking at a great age."

    "You—"

    "This..." Wen Huaiyu paused, not knowing what to call him, and sighed, "Just say a few words!"

    Feng Ci smiled and wanted to say something, Pei Qianyue put down the teacup: "Lu Jingming, enough trouble."

    This is the first time that Pei Qianyue called his name. With an "oh" sound, Elder Chengchao frowned: "Are you Lu Jingming? Is that another orphan from Tianxuanzong?"

    Wind Ci: "Yes, my brother was just brought back to Lingxiaomen by Elder Jiyun, did Elder Chengchao see him?"

    Meng Changqing only followed Elder Jiyun back to the sect a few days ago, and Elder Chengchao may not have met.

    But after this battle, he may have to leave a psychological shadow on the orphans of Tianxuanzong.

    Wen Huaiyu took the violin and said politely, "It turned out to be Lu Shi's nephew."

    The name Lu Jingming is now very famous among the six.

    Not because of his identity as an orphan of Tianxuan Sect, but because he refused the invitation of Wanfa Pavilion in the selection of Xianmeng and insisted on going to Langfeng City to be an outer disciple. It really hurt Wanfa Pavilion's chief Wei Chichu too deeply.

    Everyone knows that Wanfa Pavilion is the one that lacks the most disciples among the six gates. In this era, everyone can cultivate, no matter how bad their roots are, as long as they can afford the money, they can rely on various elixir and elixir to build a foundation.

    But not everyone has the talent for armor mechanism.

    Yu Chi Chu was worried every day for no successor. He finally fell in love with a disciple, but was robbed by Lang Fengcheng. How could he bear it.

    These days, Yuchi would talk to everyone at the first meeting, and even if he didn't meet anyone, he would talk everywhere through a sound transmission mirror.

    It's so annoying that the whole six doors know the name.

    Only Fengci knew nothing about it.

    Pei Qianyue got up and said lightly, "Let's be here today."

    "...There are spies in the six sects, and it is your responsibility. The order is limited to find out the truth within one month, in order to sacrifice the dead comrades."

    ***

    Feng Ci followed Pei Qianyue to leave Qingjingzong.

    It was in the afternoon, Yaoshan was quiet in the late autumn sunshine, and the air was filled with the sound of the piano from nowhere, long and long. Outside the Qingjingzong is a maple forest, with bright red maple leaves falling down, spreading a thick layer on the ground.

    The two walked in the maple forest without speaking for a while.

    Pei Qianyue was used to being quiet, but Feng Ci couldn't bear the silence and secretly glanced at Pei Qianyue's face.

    It's very strange, this person always looks fierce, and whoever dares to provoke him will be punished severely. But today, everyone was scolded like that in person, but there was no reaction at all.

    …I can't see what this person is thinking.

    Worry about the wind speech.

    I was still a cute little black snake when I was a child. It was obviously just a snake, but all the emotions were written on my face. Even when I went to the street with Fengci, I was told that this snake was so thin and so ugly that I had to bury my head in Fengci's sleeve for a long time.

    Now that I have cultivated as a human, I can't see any emotions.

    Fengci couldn't hold back the words like Pei Qianyue, and asked him directly: "Then why are you not angry when Elder Chengchao scolds you so much?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Who said I'm not angry?"

    Words: "…"

    Because you don't look angry at all.

    The last time I was angry, Pei Qianyue almost broke his arm.

    How come it's only a little black in the nest?

    "What about you?" Pei Qianyue suddenly asked him, "Why are you angry?"

    "..." Fengci looked away, "Who said I was angry, I was just... just teasing him casually."

    "Just tease him."

    Pei Qianyue seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and said lightly: "The Lingxiao Gate has three statues, besides the gate owner Xuan Yangzi, there is also the Jiyun you saw that day. , and then the third-ranked Cheng Dynasty among the senior brothers."

    "As one of the three masters of Lingxiaomen, you have a lofty position in the world of self-cultivation. You are the first person who dares to 'tame' him."

    "...you ask him what he is, and what are you?"

    Words: "…"

    He knew that, going around, he still had to test his identity in the end.

    Feng Ci began to selectively pretend to be deaf and mute again, frowning and asked: "As one of the three, how can he speak so indifferently, it's really embarrassing for Ling Xiaomen and Elder Jiyun."

    I didn't expect Pei Qianyue to answer seriously: "Because of my master."

    Wind: "Huh?"

    "I heard that the elders of Chengchao worshiped the Patriarch Qianqiu very much, and even put a statue of Patriarch Qianqiu in the room to look at him day and night. He doesn't like me, it's normal."

    Words: "…"

    That elder Chengchao knew that he was chasing and beating his beloved Patriarch Qianqiu himself just now?

    And what's with your proud tone, Xiao Hei?

    Listening to this tone, Feng Ci can completely imagine what kind of troubled days that Elder Chengchao lived on weekdays.

    He didn't directly fight with Pei Qianyue, it was light.

    This maple forest is not big. After saying this, the two have passed through the maple forest and arrived at the foot of Yaoshan Mountain.

    From here, they will be able to leave.

    Then returned to Langfeng City, he was his outer disciple, and Pei Qianyue was his Langfeng City Lord. The next time such a calm chat, I don’t know when.

    Wind Ci has a sense of disappointment for some reason.

    He has probably been lonely for too many years, and he has traveled many places in these years, but it is always difficult to integrate into it. Like today, going on an adventure in a secret realm, visiting Xianzong, talking and bickering, and being angry with each other is really an experience I haven't had in a long time.

    Pei Qianyue was not in a hurry to condense his fairy sword.

    He stood against the wind and stood quietly in front of this red maple forest. The autumn wind blew the ribbon he tied behind his head, and it flew in the air.

    I don't know what to think.

    Feng Ci never knew what he was thinking.

    He clearly didn't trust Feng Ci, but he brought Feng Ci to Qingjing Sect to let him listen to the secrets of the Xianmeng, and even let him play tricks in front of the seniors in the cultivation world.

    Just because he saved him once in the banyan root secret realm?

    Still...he had noticed something.

    Fengci asked him: "Don't you have any questions to ask me?"

    "Yes."

    Pei Qianyue opened his mouth, his voice soft and low: "Does your soul really come from this world?"

    Wind Ci was stunned.

    He never thought that Pei Qianyue would ask this question.

    How could he know... "the world"?

    The existence of Xumi's world has always been a secret.

      The more such people, the more likely it will lead to disorder in the space and cause irreversible consequences.

    Even Feng Ci was learned by accidental spying on the secret of heaven after becoming the son of heaven.

    Why does Pei Qianyue know?

    Did he mention it before?

    Can't remember Feng Ci.

    He made a puzzled look: "What does the city lord mean? What is called 'this world', is there any other world? The disciples don't understand."

    Pei Qianyue: "You don't understand?"

    Words: "I don't understand."

    Pei Qianyue stopped talking.

    His expression was always indifferent, Fengci could not see anything unusual, let alone what he was thinking.

    Fengci wanted to try it out again, but heard Pei Qianyue coldly say: "Then you don't understand."

    After speaking, he raised his hand to condense a fairy sword, and his figure turned into a sword shadow and disappeared in place.

    Words: "…"

    Words: "???"

    Why are you suddenly angry?

    Didn't you have a good chat just now?

    They are all three thousand years old, can you be a little more mature in your work? ? ?