This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Wind Ci was to find Pei Qianyue who took the initiative to enter the Magical Cauldron, so after he cracked it, the Magical Cauldron automatically sent him to the place where he went.

    —Pei Qianyue's memory is the base, and the illusion woven.

    Three hundred years of Lingwu Mountain.

    These days, Feng Ci has more than once tried to find out what happened in the first place, but Pei Qianyue has always avoided talking about it. Feng Ci can probably guess that this is probably not a very good experience.

    It's just that he didn't arrive, and he finally learned the truth this way.

    Feng Ci sighed silently and walked towards the woods.

    He had been to Lingwu Mountain once in the secret realm of Hanshan Temple, and this mountain road was quite familiar. Feng Ci walked towards the mountain with familiarity, but didn't go far, and saw the familiar hole.

    Wind Ci was entering the hole, but heard a rustling sound from the grass.

    He followed the sound and saw a black snake slowly crawling across the grass.

    The body of an adult black snake is about the thickness of a man's arm, and the snake scales are covered with intricate and gorgeous patterns. It was walking quietly in the grass, and suddenly it seemed to notice something and turned back slightly.

    Showing a pair of clear and bright golden eyes.

    The eyes are exactly the same as Feng Ci's memory.

      The appearance of the man is no different from the Pei Qianyue that Feng Ci knows, and the temperament around him is softer, which makes him look more youthful than he is now.

    He held a freshly picked, dewy, pale pink bouquet.

    The man walked into the cave, and Feng Ci came out from behind the tree.

    He guessed right, this is indeed a fantasy created by Pei Qianyue's memory. And in order for him not to doubt the authenticity of this illusion, he in the illusion has completely returned to the past, and returned to what it was like before all this happened.

    Feng Ci's body has not been lost, and his eyes have not gone blind.

    This is the most immoral part of this magic tool.

    It first spy on the memory of the intruder, looking for the most painful memory in this life, and then creating a fantasy to pull people into it, allowing people to relive their painful past step by step.

    Although everything seems to be business as usual in Lingwu Mountain at this time, Feng Ci knows that something will happen soon.

    As for how to decipher this illusion, it is not difficult.

    Illusions exist relying on human consciousness, and everything that happens in the illusions is formed for the purpose of deceiving consciousness. As long as people's consciousness is awake, and they understand that all perceptions and feelings are illusory, the illusion will naturally be broken.

    This does not mean that Feng Ci can directly rush to Pei Qianyue to wake him up.

    Those who fall into the illusion will be able to resist everything outside the illusion, or try to break the illusion.

    Once Feng Ci fails to wake up, it is likely to arouse hostility. This illusion is completely formed by Pei Qianyue's consciousness. If he is hostile to Feng Ci, he will drive Feng Ci out of the illusion at light level, or even make him lose his soul.

    He can't afford to gamble.

    Feng Ci pondered for a moment in place, hid her breath, and followed into the cave.

    As I encountered in the secret realm of Hanshan Temple, the interior of this cave is complex and has numerous caves. It's not hard to find Pei Qianyue's presence, because he has been talking to people in a low voice.

    The wind followed the light and gentle sound, and soon came to the depths of the cave.

    In the depths of the cave, a stone bed was arranged.

    The young man in white was lying on the bed, his face was ruddy and calm, as if he was just asleep.

    The light pink bouquet was placed at the head of the bed, Pei Qianyue knelt beside the stone bed and stared at the sleeping young man on the bed.

    After transforming into a human form, those golden eyes also changed back to ordinary black, still very beautiful. In those bright eyes, there is an indissoluble tenderness and tenderness, which is different from affection.

    So bright and so dazzling.

    Feng Ci stood behind a stone wall, looking at the man's silhouette, it was difficult to take his eyes off his face.

    He suddenly regretted it.

    How could he let such a dazzling person be trapped in this deep mountain alone for so many years.

    Pei Qianyue said again: "...Master, I have finished all the secrets you left behind, and practiced swordsmanship thirty times today."

    "How long will it take for me to reach your realm."

    "Some people came to the formation of Lingwu Mountain again in the sun, and they said that there is a way to ascend in this mountain." Having said this, Pei Qianyue smiled lightly, "If only there was one. ."

    Pei Qianyue chatted with the youth.

      He told everything he had seen and heard in great detail, and he could even talk about such a small thing as a fox in a nest of foxes this year.

    "...Now, I met a man at the foot of the mountain today. He said his name was Rong Ji, and he was the current Lord of Langfeng City. He told me a lot of things."

    "It turns out that after all these years, there are still the master's descendants, and they still believe in the master."

    "But they all said you were dead."

    "How is it possible, you said you would come back."

    Pei Qianyue leaned against the stone bed, stretched out his hand, and gently held the hand of the young man that fell by the bed. He only held it vacantly, as if afraid of disturbing it.

    "Rong Ji said I was crazy, I beat him up." Pei Qianyue raised a happy and cruel smile, "Next time he says this again, I will kill him took him."

    Feng Ci leaned against the stone wall and closed her eyes gently.

    Pei Qianyue's low voice echoed in the cave. He spoke for a long time, and at the end he had nothing to say and fell silent.

    Fengci looked back, Pei Qianyue lowered his head and buried himself in the young man's palm, motionless.

    After a long time, a dull voice sounded again in the cave: "I really... miss you very much."

    ***

    Time passes quickly in the fantasy world, and the alternation of day and night is not fleeting.

    For a good day, nothing happened in Lingwu Mountain.

    Feng Ci watched Pei Qianyue go out to practice the exercises every morning. When he came back, he brought a bouquet of flowers to the young man. After talking to him for a while, he found the secret book he left and read it.

    Day after day, days are boring.

    But he lived three thousand years in such a boring life.

    The sound of snakes crawling came from the cave, Feng Ci hid behind the stone wall and made up his mind.

    If there is no chance to wake up Pei Qianyue in the illusion, he can only risk appearing in this person.

    Better than waiting forever.

    There is light outside the cave, it should be Pei Qianyue transformed into a human form. Feng Ci took a deep breath and was walking out when he suddenly said, "Who?"

    Wind remarks.

    He soon realized that Pei Qianyue was not talking to him.

    A plain white figure appeared in the cave without warning, Feng Ci turned his head to look, and saw the long hair that fell to the ground, and that handsome and unparalleled profile.

    "...Master." Pei Qianyue was stunned.

    The young man stood in the hole where the light and dark were intertwined, and smiled at him: "Long time no see, little black."

    ***

    Nothing at all.

    His body woke up without warning.

    Not without flaws.

    Crash—

    The young man fell to the ground, overturned the ceramic vase on the bedside, and the fresh bouquet that Pei Qianyue had just picked up this morning.

    "Master!" Pei Qianyue walked quickly to his side and helped him up, "Dang."

    Pei Qianyue helped him sit back by the bed, without looking at the bouquets and broken pieces of porcelain scattered on the ground, he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing, I'll help you."

    Youth have no meeting.

    His face was extremely pale, and he looked down at his hands, his expression still light: "This body..."

    Pei Qianyue said: "Xu is the master's body has not been used for a long time, the soul can not be integrated with the body for the time being, wait for another day-"

    "It's been ten days." The young man said, "With no spiritual power, it's hard to move... Doesn't this make him a waste?"

    The youth's tone is slow, as if not fluent. He said that his expression did not fluctuate at all at this time, as if he was just stating a trivial matter.

    "No!" Pei Qianyue's tone was a little irritable, he took a deep breath before slowing down, "I will do it, you won't be like this all the time... I won't let you Always like this."

    The youth looked up at him.

    He stared at Pei Qianyue for a long time, his expression seemed puzzled, and after a while he suddenly realized: "Are you afraid of me leaving?"

    Pei Qianyue was startled and lowered his eyes.

    Of course he was afraid.

    He was afraid that the young man would simply leave here again because he could not integrate with the flesh. Once gone, I'm afraid I'll never come back.

    "What you are afraid of is losing." The young man said softly, "I understand."

    Pei Qianyue frowned slightly, as if he had vaguely noticed something: "Master?"

    The youth raised his hand little by little.

    His movements were still very stiff, his hands touched Pei Qianyue's side face, and he lifted it gently and slowly.

    "I won't go." The young man's quiet eyes stared at Pei Qianyue, and said warmly, "Don't be afraid."

    The distance between the two was extremely close in an instant, Pei Qianyue had never been this close to the master before, and his ears were slightly hot.

    He subconsciously opened his eyes: "Master, do you remember the Langfeng City Lord I know, Langfeng City is the largest faction in the world, I will go to him and ask, maybe they will find a way ."

    The young man released his hand and nodded slowly: "Okay."

    Pei Qianyue quickly left the cave, looking behind him, it meant that he was running away. Feng Ci came out from behind the stone wall, but did not follow.

    He looked at the young man sitting on the stone bed with complicated feelings.

    This young man is clearly just a body without a soul. Its behavior is terribly stiff, saying that it only depends on the memory and character inherited from Feng Ci's brain, and the emotions it perceives from Pei Qianyue.

     But Pei Qianyue did not doubt his identity at all.

    I don't know if it's a mess, or I've noticed something wrong and I don't want to admit it.

    Feng Ci sighed silently, and just walked out of the stone wall, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

    In the cave, a gust of wind blew up out of thin air, and the placed items were scattered all over the place. The gust of wind whipped up the young man's clothes, and he raised his head, and a tall figure, covered in white mist, quietly descended upon him.

    It is difficult to describe what that person looks like. His facial features are completely hidden in the white mist, and even his gender and age are unclear. But when he stood there, he was solemn and solemn, causing all beings to kneel and bow unconsciously.

    Wind Ci's pupils suddenly tightened.

    He has seen this man.

    On the day he prayed for heaven to descend and save the human race from fire and water.

    —the way of heaven.

    The youth whispered: "Father."

    The white mist-like figure was condescending, and an ancient and distant voice sounded in the cave.

    "This body is too powerful, to fully awaken it, you need to take a living creature with extremely strong spiritual power."

    "Only by voluntary sacrifice can you restore the power of your soul and have an immortal body."

    "Hurry up, there's not much time left..."

    Tian Dao's figure drifted in the cave with the distant ancient voice, Feng Ci stared blankly at the place where he disappeared, only feeling that it was cold from head to toe.

    So...

    The way of heaven descended with divine power and made his body into a puppet. But this puppet is not complete. In order to restore the power of the puppet, someone must sacrifice voluntarily.

    The great demon who has cultivated for three thousand years, there is something in this room that is comparable to his eyes.

    Who else would be willing to sacrifice for him.

    He personally... took Pei Qianyue's eyes?