This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    The city lord in the mouths of these disciples refers to the first Langfeng City, Pei Qianyue.

    Of course, Feng Ci is unknown.

    Therefore, he just looked back in front of the invisible gaze, and stared at him quietly through the black silk covering his eyes.

    In the cedar forest, it was quiet for a while, and Meng Changqing knelt down beside Fengci: "City Lord forgive me! My brother and I are disciples of Tianxuan Sect. My sect was destroyed by the disaster a few days ago. I stumbled into this place because... I wanted to borrow the way to Langfeng City for help!"

    Meng Changqing seems to be lacking in brains, and he is also clever when he should be clever.

    Langfeng City and Lingwu Mountain are in the same Kunlun Mountains. It is not impossible for you to get lost here for the first time.

    Meng Changqing's lie is a bit reluctant, but it still makes sense.

    "Did you break the puzzle?"

    Pei Qianyue asked again.

    He was asking for words.

    From beginning to end, his attention only fell on Feng Ci, and even when Meng Changqing spoke, he did not turn his head.

    For some reason, Feng Ci could hear a trace of forbearance in his deep voice.

    As if trying to restrain something.

    Feng Ci frowned.

    On the other hand, looking at the "city lord" in their mouths, they don't know what turned into a spirit, and the evil spirits around him have not been cleaned up.

    In addition to being beautiful, there is no merit.

    How could the cultivation world choose such a person as the leader of the Immortal Alliance?

    Is it possible that the selection of the Xianmeng is looking at the face?

    But Fengci didn't say anything, he just lowered his eyes, stared at the hem of the other party's robe, and made an obedient appearance: "It's just... just a coincidence."

    He just broke through the formation and used up the last bit of spiritual power in this body. This disciple named Lu Jingming is not excellent at all. At this moment, he lost too much blood and his spiritual power Exhausted, can't even stand up.

    let alone escape from here.

    Only one step at a time.

    "By chance."

    Pei Qianyue taunted and repeated softly.

    The next moment, he suddenly leaned over and grabbed Feng Ci's wrist.

    The man was tall and tall, and the broad robe almost completely enveloped the wind speech. The very handsome face became particularly clear because of this posture, and it was so close to Feng Ci that he could almost feel the cold breath of the other party.

    Cold and oppressive.

    Wind Ci has not been in such close contact with people for a long time, he instinctively wanted to break free, but at this moment, a cold and biting spiritual breath rushed into his spiritual veins like a snake.

    Feng Ci's body suddenly tense.

    This is a trial.

    This man...has seen something wrong with his identity?

    Just because he broke that formation?

    If there is no such thing as just now, Feng Ci is not worried about being recognized.

    He came back here to deal with the disaster that may happen soon. Langfeng City is the leader of the cultivation world today. Even if he doesn't meet people from Langfeng City here today, he will probably send them to the door himself.

    But the current situation is not what he imagined.

    Don't be impulsive.

     Feng Ci thought so and tried to relax her body.

    The man's fingers are slender and powerful, and the palm of his hand is cold, even colder than Fengci's body that has lost too much blood.

    That spiritual breath wandered wildly in Fengci's spiritual veins, which was no different from Xiang Fengci stabbing an ice knife in his body. The knife was stabbed into the spiritual veins fiercely, and every inch it went in, the pain increased by one point.

    He wanted to use this method to force Fengci Yungong to resist, so as to test his true strength.

    But Feng Ci just lowered her head again, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and she was almost indifferent.

    He is naturally insensitive to pain, and with this level of pain, he will not even frown.

    Compared to these, the man's too close, almost ambiguous distance, is the source of his discomfort.

    "You are very patient."

    The boy's face was as pale as paper, which made the wet blood on his face even more shocking.

    Fengci is not afraid of pain, it does not mean that this body is not afraid. If he continued for a while longer, this body would probably lose his life, and he would also be forcibly forced out of his soul.

     Soul Possession is an extremely dangerous technique with many limitations. For example, it cannot be used twice in a short period of time, or if something goes wrong with the body possessed by the body, the spirit is in danger of being seriously injured or dissipated.

    He can't find his body now. If he is forced out, the consequences will be disastrous.

    …this lunatic.

    Feng Ci sighed silently, and his tone softened: "Disciple...I don't know what I did wrong."

    The hand holding Feng Ci's wrist tightened suddenly.

    Feng Ci was tense all over, and after a while, he heard a contemptuous laugh from above his head.

    Afterwards, the surging aura in the body was completely removed.

    The force on the wrist loosened, Feng Ci staggered back half a step, and only then did he notice that his fingers were shaking slightly.

    Pei Qianyue took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, lowered his head halfway, and wiped the blood stained on his hands little by little.

    The beautiful eyebrows hidden behind the black silk frowned slightly, making no secret of disgust.

    I want to hit someone.

    Pei Qianyue slowly wiped his hands and threw the handkerchief on the ground: "Xie Wuhan."

    "Brother, the disciple is here!" The disciple who just pointed his sword at Fengci responded quickly.

    When he was named, he even shook exaggeratedly.

    "Take it back and be cured."

    Xie Wuhan: "Yes!"

    The disciples of Langfeng City hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Ci, Pei Qianyue stood behind the crowd, and the low voice came to Feng Ci's mind again: "Don't lie to me."

    "—This seat hates when people lie to me."

    When Feng Ci woke up, the sun was already rising.

    He and Meng Changqing were brought back to the sect last night. Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Feng Ci simply fell asleep and let the disciples of Langfeng City find a medical immortal, bandaging and pouring medicine on him. Tossed for most of the night.

    He stretched, rolled over and sat up. As soon as his feet touched the ground, someone shouted, "Junior brother, don't move!"

    A figure swept into the room like the wind and pressed Feng Ci back to the bed.

    "Elder Ningdan in Langfeng City said that you are too seriously injured and must be in bed for a few days to recuperate." Meng Changqing said, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? What do you want to tell Senior Brother, Senior Brother? help you do it."

    Wind: "It's okay, I—"

    "It's fine." Meng Changqing interrupted him, "Elder Ningdan will come to diagnose your pulse later, and the medicine should be ready soon. I'll take it for you later."

    “…”

    Is this person a little too enthusiastic?

    Feng Ci looked at the person in front of you: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

    Meng Changqing taught him: "What is this, you are my junior brother, I care about you?"

    Feng Ci narrowed her eyes.

    Meng Changqing looked away guiltily, Feng Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, got up and found a brand new robe from the cabinet next to him to put on.

    His waist and abdomen were still bandaged, making his waist narrow and thin, looking pale and weak.

    The incense burner on the table was glowing with light blue smoke, Fengci put on his clothes, looked back and saw that the man was still standing there, helpless: "What do you want to say, just say it."

    Meng Changqing touched his nose, leaned over and smiled ingratiatingly: "It's nothing, I just want to discuss with you, what should we do in the future?"

    Feng Ci's expression was slightly condensed.

    What to do next, he hasn't figured it out yet.

    He returned with the guidance of Tiandao, but Tiandao has not given him any hints so far. Feng Ci has no idea what the impending catastrophe is and who will do it.

    I don't know where to start.

    Seeing that Meng Changqing had something to say, Fengci asked, "What are your plans?"

    Meng Changqing's eyes fluttered, and he muttered: "I have inquired about it, and these days are just the selection of Xianmeng entry..."

    Wind Ci understands: "Do you want to join the Immortal League?"

    "Don't think too much, I don't want to give up my teacher!"

    Meng Changqing hurriedly explained: "It's just that now the Tianxuan Sect is gone, we naturally have to choose another way out. If we can enter the Immortal League, maybe we can avenge the master and the brothers."

    "Got it." Feng Ci didn't care, "Go if you want, and I won't stop you."

      I haven't been diligent yet, and revenge is simply impossible."

    Meng Changqing sighed: "In the past few months, the number of immortal sects that have been destroyed cannot be counted, and who cares about our small sect..."

    Fengci frowned: "It's not just Tianxuanzong who has been destroyed?"

    Meng Changqing: "Yeah, don't you remember?"

    A few months ago, a little-known immortal gate was silently destroyed. Dozens of people from the school died overnight, and the corpses were not until the disciples who traveled out ten days later returned. The gate was discovered.

    Since then, Xianmen has been killed every once in a while, all of which are massacres.

    Up to now, more than ten immortal gates have been destroyed one after another.

    Tianxuanzong is just one of them.

    "Xianmeng doesn't care about such a big thing?" Feng Ci asked again.

    "The victims are all sects outside the Xianmeng, and they have a single family. How can anyone care?" Meng Changqing said, "Or more and more Xianmen have accidents recently, and the Xianmeng began to send people. The investigation, I don't know if anything has been found."

     Fengci was silent.

    Sects were destroyed one after another, clearly targeting the entire cultivation world.

    Is it related to the catastrophe in the omens?

    "You want to track down the murderer yourself?!" Meng Changqing was shocked and grabbed Feng Ci's sleeve, "Tianxuanzong is left with you and me now, you can't do stupid things!"

    Words: "…"

    Meng Changqing: "Although your temper is a little weird, and you never practice with your brothers, but you are my brother after all, how can I let you take risks alone!"

    Feng Ci grabbed the point: "So we didn't know each other at all?"

    "Never said a word."

    “…”

    Wind Words suddenly realized.

    It turns out that this person is not a single muscle, but this fool is not familiar with the original body at all.

    It's no wonder that his junior and junior brothers have changed the core.

    Fengci shook her head, pushed open the door and walked out.

    The place where they are is an elegant and quiet courtyard.

    The distant mountains are surrounded by clouds and mists, and the pavilions and high halls of glazed blue tiles can be seen faintly.

    It is a corner of Langfeng City, the largest faction in the world.

    "Where are you going, wait for me—"

    Meng Changqing chased out of the house, Feng Ci ignored him, and strode across the yard.

    Just walked out of the hanging flower gate of the courtyard, but was stopped by someone.

    "Where are you two going?"

    The disciples of Langfeng City who are blocking the road are young, with sword energy all over their bodies, and their demeanor: "The city master has an order, the two junior brothers are not healed, and they cannot leave here for the time being."

    Feng Ci frowned slightly.

    Meng Changqing winked beside him, ignoring the rhetoric, and changed to a submissive smile: "This disciple has something to ask to see City Lord Langfeng."

    Langfeng City disciple: "What's the matter?"

    Wind Ci: "It's about the fact that I sent Tianxuanzong to be destroyed..."

    The disciple's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal: "The city owner is not in the sect now, the junior brother can go back to rest first, and when the city owner returns, it will be reported."

    "Where did the mayor go?"

    "I don't know."

    "When will he be back?"

    "I don't know."

    "The-"

    Feng Ci wanted to ask again, but Meng Changqing finally couldn't bear it anymore and dragged him over.

    "Learn about this senior brother, let's go back and wait." After speaking, he dragged Feng Ci back.

    Back to the secluded part of the courtyard, Feng Ci shook off his hand: "What are you doing, I haven't finished asking."

    "I still want to ask you what to do." Meng Changqing instructed him, "You can see the city master if you want? Besides, what do you insist on seeing him? Been tossed enough?"

    Words: "…"

    Wind Ci: "You are very strange."

    Meng Changqing: "I understand."

    Feng Ci was too lazy to care about him and explained: "Isn't it that the Xianmeng has sent someone to investigate the destruction of the Xianmen, I just want to ask him if he has found any clues."

    Meng Changqing seems to feel that there is something wrong with his ears: "Who do you think you are, he will answer you if you ask?"

    "...also."

    The city lord Langfeng was full of evil spirits, and his temper was strange and unpredictable. Either he had a mental problem or a brain problem, and he probably couldn't ask anything out of his mouth.

    Feng Ci thought about it, looked around the yard, and went around a fence.

    Meng Changqing was afraid of him: "What do you want to do?"

    "I have to find a way to get out." Feng Ci's expression was very innocent, "I can't just stay here and wait for death."

    "Wait!" Meng Changqing held on to Feng Ci, "Are you really going to leave? Staying here is the order of the city lord. He is notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless. If it annoys him, he will definitely eat it. If you can't walk around, you forgot you last night..."

    "Shut up."

    Feng Ci didn't want to mention last night at all.

    He has not suffered a loss for many years, and this time he was almost planted on a small snake demon, which is really shameful.

    If it weren't for that little snake demon looking good, he would have to take off that bastard's two arms.

    Feng Ci snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a snake demon, what are you afraid of him doing?"

    "Shh, don't talk nonsense, be careful to let people hear!" Meng Changqing lowered his voice, "He is not an ordinary snake demon, he is the spiritual pet of the ancestor Qianqiu, who has practiced for thousands of years and obtained the ancestor of Qianqiu. It's true for life!"

    "I don't care whose-"

    Feng Ci's voice came to an abrupt end, and she looked back suspiciously: "...Ah?"

    When did he keep a pet? ? ?