This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Feng Ci walked out of the teleportation circle, and the guard disciple checked his access token and gave him a sympathetic look.

    Words: "?"

    Is this Linxiantai a Longtan Tiger Den?

    The teleportation circle is not set up on Linxiantai, but only under the long steps. To climb Linxiantai, you have to climb more than 100 stone steps on foot.

    Langfeng City is located on the top of Kunlun Mountains, a place of bitter cold that is frozen for thousands of miles. But just above the snowfield, a towering place of cultivating blessings was built out of thin air, like the Qionglou Yuyu in the fairyland.

    Linxiantai is at the highest point of Langfeng City.

    Upon Linxiantai, you can not only overlook Langfeng City, but also the entire Kunlun Mountains.

    Ke Fengci only felt five words.

    The heights are so cold.

    Climb the stone steps, and in front of you is a towering hall.

    The door of the hall was tightly closed, and the surroundings were terribly silent. Only a few cold plum trees in front of the hall were trembling in the cold wind.

    It is said to be sweeping, but in fact, there is nothing to clean on Linxiantai, the ground is spotless, and not even half of the fallen leaves can be seen. If there must be a thorn, it is the little unmelted snow in the corner.

    Feng Ci played a trick on the broom she brought, and the broom stood up happily and began to sweep the snow.

    And he stepped forward and knocked on the temple door.

    No response.

    Feng Ci didn't really know what the disciples needed to do, and the little disciples from the outer sect only listened to Cheng Bo's words, and no one dared to teach him. But since it is a swept Linxiantai, this only palace should be included, right?

    The wind opened the door.

    With such a heavy and cold demonic energy, apart from his little black, there is no other person to be found.

    No wonder the young man named Song Zhou had such an indescribable expression when he knew that he was coming here.

    However, this arrangement is a stroke of luck.

    He wants to get to know Pei Qianyue too much now, even if he can't see anyone, it's good to take a look at his usual residence.

    Feng Ci stepped into the hall.

    Then stopped.

    There are no lights in the hall, and all you can see are books, scrolls, and instruments scattered all over the place.

    Scalp tingling.

    He raised his hand and waved, and the candles in the hall automatically turned on.

    The furnishings in the main hall are minimalist, without any superfluous arrangements.

    It's just the clutter all over the place, and you can see traces of people living there.

    Feng Ci sighed, then bent over to pick up the instruments and books on the ground, and walked in while picking them up.

    There is a table in front of the main hall, and books are also scattered on it. On the wall behind the desk, there are several paintings.

    Feng Ci stopped in her arms and looked at them one by one.

    These paintings depict the same person.

    A young man in plain clothes is standing in the painting, either holding a sword to eliminate demons, or fighting against Tianhong, or preaching and teaching, and finally, sitting up and flying.

    —is the life of Feng Ci.

    Strangely, there are no human faces on each painting.

    The place where the facial features should have been originally was only blank, and it looked very strange in the beating of the lights.

    "...Does it look good?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Feng Ci.

    Feng Ci was stunned for a moment, then turned around, Pei Qianyue bypassed the Liuyun screen and walked out of the dark inner hall.

    He didn't wear the luxurious city lord costume anymore, but wrapped a black robe loosely, and his long hair fell down, adding a bit of laziness.

    Feng Ci frowned.

    When he just came in, he clearly checked and there was no other person in the hall.

    Have Pei Qianyue's cultivation been so high?

    Pei Qianyue walked slowly to Fengci, and as he walked in slowly, a breeze rose in the hall, extinguishing most of the candles that Fengci had just lit.

    "I don't need so many candles in my house." Pei Qianyue said, "It's too bright."

    Feng Ci looked at him without answering.

    After a cultivator reaches a certain level of cultivation, his perception of the outside world is no longer completely dependent on the five senses. Even if the eyes cannot see, it does not affect the perception of the outside world.

    It is different.

      flame.

    Feng Ci was in a mood for a while, and Pei Qianyue had already walked up to him.

    "You watched here for a long time." Pei Qianyue lowered his head and asked him, "Are you very interested in Qianqiu Patriarch?"

    He was so close that Fengci could smell the cold fragrance on him again.

    Feng Ci took a half step back in silence, and said calmly: "Patriarch Qianqiu saved the world and preached at the beginning, and he has made countless achievements, and his disciples naturally admire him."

    "Admiration." Pei Qianyue smiled softly, "You admire so many people."

    He suddenly grabbed Feng Ci's shoulder and pushed hard.

    The magical book in Feng Ci's arms was scattered all over the floor again, and her back touched the cold tabletop.

    Pei Qianyue pressed Feng Ci on the table, leaned down, the black silk covering his eyes hung down, and swept Feng Ci's side face.

    He asked softly, "Then me and him, who do you admire more?"

    Words: "…"

    He now fully understands why the disciples of Langfeng City are afraid of Pei Qianyue like a flood.

    There is such a city lord who is uncertain and sick from time to time, who can not be afraid?

    ...It's so blindingly beautiful with such a beautiful face.

    Feng Ci stared at Pei Qianyue's incomparably beautiful face, it was really difficult to distinguish between the person in front of him and the little one who would climb onto his bed in the middle of the night and gently rub his fingers, Want him to hold the little black snake who slept with him and connect with him.

    A cute and sticky little snake, why is it crooked?

    Wind Ci thought wistfully in my heart.

    He was thinking so, when his wrist suddenly touched something cold.

    I tilted my head to look, but there was nothing.

    But it didn't feel fake. In the darkness, there seemed to be an invisible snake that slowly crawled into his sleeve along his wrist.

    The cold and sticky touch called Fengci instantly gave goosebumps.

    "You..." Feng Ci frowned slightly, and the latter maintained the posture of pressing him, and the sharply shaped lips curved a very shallow arc.

    As if it was just a silly prank.

    The body of Feng Ci is still a teenager, with a thin and slender figure. Pei Qianyue leaned down so much that he almost closed him from head to toe.

    Anyone who sees this pose will feel very ambiguous.

    But this is not the case.

    The invisible little snake climbed up the wind's forearm, completely ignoring the existence of the clothes, and walked directly on the smooth texture, inch by inch, sliding over the arms, shoulders, and finally to the side of the neck.

    Feng Ci couldn't help shuddering.

    This is not a provocation, and the atmosphere does not have any ambiguous meaning, only an invisible threat.

    As if if he uttered the wrong word, the snake would bite his neck in one bite.

    Pei Qianyue is really a lunatic, right? !

    He has lost his physical body now, and his cultivation may have some influence, but he will not be controlled by others. For example, it was more than enough to drag this little black snake who didn't know how to live and offend him repeatedly and repeatedly from his body and beat him.

    The two were deadlocked for a moment, and suddenly, Pei Qianyue tilted her head: "Aren't you afraid?"

    Of course not afraid of wind words.

    If Pei Qianyue really dares to move, he will soon see what it means to be beaten by his master.

    Silly boy.

    But Feng Ci didn't want to make the relationship so stiff, he thought about it, and picked an answer that Pei Qianyue might not be so angry with: "The disciple just thinks that there is no need to answer this question. ."

    “…boring.”

    But the cold touch lingering around Feng Ci's neck disappeared, and Pei Qianyue released him.

    He straightened up, and took a slow look at the loose collar: "The Immortal is dead... Do you think he is dead too?"

    The word of the wind: "Qianqiu Patriarch sat up and ascended three thousand years ago, and everyone knows it."

    Pei Qianyue: "He's lying."

    Wind Ci was stunned.

    Pei Qianyue went around the table, walked to the scrolls, raised his hand and gently stroked it with his fingertips: "Patriarch Qianqiu is my master."

    "I was the only one who stayed with him before he ascended."

    "Everyone thinks he is dead, only I know that he is still alive, somewhere in this world."

    "He's a complete liar."

    Words: "…"

    Damn, why does his little black snake seem to be very angry with him?

    Fengci cleared his throat and tried to ease the family relationship: "Even so, he must have his own reasons."

    "Reason? What's the reason." Pei Qianyue said coldly, "It's nothing but boredom."

    "Patriarch Qianqiu saves the common people, the world admires him, loves him, regards him as a **** of salvation, and pursues him for life. But those ignorant mortals never know that their gods have long been tired of everything in this world, They have been left behind long ago."

    "...don't you think they're funny?"

    At that moment, Feng Ci almost thought that Pei Qianyue had recognized him.

    "The disciples don't think so." Feng Ci said, "Whether the Patriarch Qianqiu passes away or leaves, it makes no difference to today's people. It is better that they regard Patriarch Qianqiu as a god. Said to be looking for a spiritual solace.”

    "In the end, it's just wishful thinking, there's no need to argue about right or wrong."

    Pei Qianyue's fingertips moved.

    He withdrew his hand and put it behind him, very lightly and very slowly: "...Do you think this is wishful thinking?"

    "Isn't it?" Feng Ci frowned slightly, not understanding why Pei Qianyue asked knowingly, "Whether it is a **** or a lifelong pursuit, they never asked Patriarch Qianqiu if he needed it. If you need it, you can't put the fault on him just because you can't get a response, how can there be such a reason?"

    This is indeed the true idea of ​​Feng Ci.

    Exterminating demons, saving the world, preaching, Feng Ci completed what he should do three thousand years ago, although he left a bunch of messes and left, but in his opinion, at most it is a successful retirement , not to mention abandoning the world.

    As for the followers of later generations, it has nothing to do with him.

    Pei Qianyue suddenly laughed.

    Feng Ci couldn't see his expression, from his angle, only the trembling shoulders of the other party, and the low-pitched laughter that was almost crazy and somewhat harsh.

    "You're right."

    After a long while, Pei Qianyue spoke, with a bit of mockery in his voice, and swayed in the dark hall.

    "...isn't it just wishful thinking?"

    Feng Ci looked at his back, which almost melted into the darkness, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something.

    But Pei Qianyue didn't give him this chance.

    He turned around and sat down behind the table, and said, "I am not allowed to enter this hall without permission. Trespassers are killed without mercy. No one told you?"

    Words: "…"

    I really don't know whether to say Pei Qianyue is too cruel or the group of children outside the door are cruel.

    This is really wanting to kill him.

    "But..." Pei Qianyue continued, "It's been a long time since no one chatted with me about the master. I'm in a good mood today, so I can avoid your punishment."

    Words: "…"

    He didn't think Pei Qianyue looked like he was in a good mood at all.

    The word: "Thank you, City Lord."

    Pei Qianyue raised his hand and waved, and a magic weapon flew out from the pile of books and fell in front of him.

    The appearance of the instrument looks like a wooden ornament carved into the shape of a book, but Feng Ci can see that it is the same as what I saw at the selection of the Xianmeng that day, it is a kind of armor instrument.

    It was still Yu Chichu's voice.

    Words: "…"

    This is a book about the construction and cracking of secret realms. Pei Qianyue didn't hide it, so he played it in front of Feng Ci. But the little old man's voice was shrill, and he spoke with an unfamiliar Mandarin accent, which made his ears hurt.

    In Yuchichu's magical reading voice, Pei Qianyue asked, "I heard you found me, what do you want to ask?"

    Feng Ci naturally has a lot of questions to ask.

    But he didn't expect Pei Qianyue to mention it so directly, as if he was really a good-tempered, answerable leader.

    Of course, Feng Ci already knew that he was not, he was sick.

    Feng Ci did not speak for a while, but Pei Qianyue's voice became cold again: "Get out if you don't ask."

    …This attitude really makes Feng Ci want to beat people up.

    But he still endured it and asked the question he most wanted to know: "The disciple heard that the Xianmeng was investigating the cultivator's repeated robbery of the Xianmen, and dared to ask the city lord if he had found it. Who is the real murderer behind the scenes?"

    Pei Qianyue: "I don't know."

    The wind speech was silent, and then asked: "What clues are there?"

    Pei Qianyue: "No."

    Wind Ci: "The details about the destruction of Tianxuanzong..."

    Pei Qianyue: "No comment."

    Words: "…"

    Then what do you want me to ask? ? ?

    Little black, you are so rebellious.

    Wind Ci took a deep breath and asked patiently, "Why did the city master keep me in the pie?"

    Of course it can't be because of his "admiration" at the selection meeting, nor is it a lie that is short of disciples from outside the door.

    In fact, he had this question as early as when he and Meng Changqing were brought back from Lingwu Mountain.

    Why did Pei Qianyue keep him?

    But this person's attitude is so elusive, when Feng Ci asked this question, there was no hope in his heart.

    I didn't expect Pei Qianyue to answer: "Because you are an orphan of Tianxuan Sect."

    …I really listen to you, like listening to your words.

    Pei Qianyue: "So far, twelve immortal gates have been robbed in the cultivation world, and the total number of elders and disciples killed is 357. And you and Meng Changqing are the three The only survivor of the hundred and fifty-seven people."

    Pei Qianyue put it lightly, and Feng Ci immediately understood the meaning.

      But only the Tianxuan Sect has disciples who survived the disaster and walked to Kunlun Mountain from the teacher's door unharmed.

    If he were Pei Qianyue, he would also be interested in these survivors.

    Feng Ci suddenly remembered another thing.

    Why, he will be possessed by one of the orphans of Tianxuanzong.

    Is this just a coincidence?

    Fengci asked again: "Why did the city lord choose me instead of Senior Brother Meng?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Choose one of two, just pick one."

    Words: "..."

    Not waiting for the wind to speak again, Pei Qianyue suddenly raised his hand.

    The reading speed of the instrument suddenly accelerated, and the reading sound became more magical.

    Words: "..."

    It's hard not to think this person did it on purpose.

    This background sound makes it difficult to continue to concentrate on thinking, but Feng Ci has no questions to ask.

    He is tired.

    This **** is more difficult to deal with than the group of seven or eight year olds he met in the previous world.

    No, there is indeed a problem.

    Feng Ci looked up at the man sitting in the dark and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with your eyes...?"