This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    The answer to that question, Feng Ci failed to ask.

    The Lord of the City didn't even bother to edit it, so he slapped him directly.

    …Stinky boy.

    Wind Ci just got a headache from listening to the book, and rolled with kindness.

    He passed through the teleportation circle and returned to the disciple's courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, the disciples who were chatting in the courtyard, cleaning, and practicing swords suddenly stopped.

    Feng Ci went straight through the yard in their ghostly eyes, and returned the sweeping utensils in their hands to the utility room.

    Cheng Bo is sitting in the utility room, holding a book and frowning. A few wooden figures were placed on the table in front of him, and a few disciples behind him were counting items and utensils.

    "Did you finish your work?" Cheng Bo looked up from the book when he noticed someone walking in, but was stunned, "You, you—why did you come back?"

    Wind Ci felt amused: "I can't come back?"

      The lightest time was when the city lord found a speck of dust in the corner of the wall and ordered a disciple to sweep the long steps in front of Xiantai three times.

    Not to mention sometimes bad luck, being caught by the city owner to tidy up the house, that is risking your life, there is no job that can't come back day and night.

    This talent is gone...in less than half an hour, right?

    Cheng Bo asked tentatively, "Is the city lord not in the faction today?"

    "Yes." Feng Ci returned the utensils to their original positions and tilted his head, "If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

    He won't go.

    Cheng Bo coughed lightly and stopped talking.

     Feng Ci leaned over to look at what was in front of him: "I'm putting out the sword array? I'm familiar with it."

    Cheng Bo saw him coming over and wanted to cover it up, but when he heard what he said, he frowned and asked, "You still know how to do sword formation?"

    Words: "Of course."

    He wrote the original Sword Array Cheats.

    Three thousand years ago, Fengci passed on what he had learned in his life to six disciples, and the six disciples established schools and schools with the exercises they learned, and they became the six schools today.

    The swordsmanship and sword formation that Langfeng City majored in also came from Fengci.

    To really count, all Langfeng City disciples would have to call him Patriarch.

    Wind Ci understands: "Is the outer sect disciple taking this test? Please beg me, I can teach you."

    Cheng Bo didn't believe him: "Bum, what are you bragging about, just you—"

    Feng Ci stretched out his hand and gently moved one of the wooden figures on the table by half an inch.

    The heaven and the earth are in harmony, and the magic circle is formed.

    Cheng Bo was stunned.

    "You..."

    Feng Ci smiled slightly and stood up straight: "Senior Brother Cheng practice slowly, Junior Brother will leave first."

    After he finished speaking, he ignored him, turned and walked out the door.

    ***

    The outer sect disciples of Langfeng City are only middle-level chores in the final analysis, and cannot attend classes with the inner sect disciples. They only have the opportunity to take a class every three days. At other times, they can only study by themselves like Cheng Bo.

    Therefore, the outer sect disciples will try their best to pass the assessment and enter the inner sect.

    It is convenient to move freely.

    I originally thought that as long as I met Pei Qianyue, many things would be solved easily. But who knows, I saw it, I didn't ask much about what I wanted to know, but one thing was confirmed.

    He is a failure as a master.

    His little black hates him now.

    The wind speech is disappointed.

    In this way, he would not dare to rashly declare his identity.

    The relationship between Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue was only a half-year relationship three thousand years ago. At that time, Pei Qianyue had just developed his spiritual knowledge, and he only kept the other person as a small pet. If he knew how much he knew, he actually didn't have it.

    Just over ten years in the mortal world is enough to completely change a person, not to mention that three thousand years have passed between them.

    Besides, Xiao Hei's current temperament... It's really bad.

    It's hard to say whether it is an enemy or a friend.

    In short, his identity cannot be revealed for the time being. As for his physical body, he can only take a step by step.

    The most important thing at present is to find out the truth of the destruction of Xianmen this morning.

    Although Feng Ci still doesn't know whether this is related to the catastrophe predicted by Heaven, but he borrowed the body of this young Xuanzong boy after all. Even for this young man, he must find out the truth for him and avenge his master.

    Based on this, seeing this side with Pei Qianyue is not completely fruitless.

    Before Tianxuanzong, no one survived the disaster of the annihilation, which is very interesting information.

    Why did the killer let them go?

    Accidental, intentional, or some more complicated reason?

    Pei Qianyue wanted to know, Feng Ci also wanted to know.

    The peaks of Langfeng City are connected by a cloud bridge. When thinking about this, Feng Ci has crossed the cloud bridge on the back mountain and is squatting in front of a lotus pond next to the front mountain square.

    The water swayed and calmed down.

    A handsome young face was reflected on the water.

    Feng Ci propped her chin and looked listlessly at the face in the water.

    The boy is actually born well, with bright and bright eyes, which is a very flattering appearance. The fly in the ointment may be because he is still young, his body has not grown up yet, he is not tall and a little thin, and there is only a small ball left beside the pool.

    …He still likes his former body.

    Feng Ci has high requirements for his appearance. In the past, every time he went to a world, he always spent a long time looking for a body that suits his heart.

    He looks so cute, it really detracts from his prestige.

    There are footsteps behind you.

    Feng Ci fiddled with the water surface with her fingertips without lifting her eyelids.

    "Junior Brother, so you are here."

    The visitor was the disciple named Song Zhou from the outer sect.

    He should have been running all the way, his breath is still not stable, his cheeks are slightly red: "I just heard that you have returned to the disciple's house, are you all right—"

    Feng Ci tilted her head and smiled: "Cheng Bo sent you to approach me again?"

    Song Zhou was startled.

    "No, not..." Song Zhou's eyes dodged, "It's not him, it's me..."

    The young man is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he is not that old to lie, and all his thoughts are written on his face.

    Feng Ci smiled lightly, but did not expose it.

    At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came from the sky.

    A flying boat came from the sky with white steam, passing over their heads. The flying boat landed in the open space beside Qianshan Square, setting off layers of waves.

    Several disciples came down from above.

    The person headed by Feng Ci had met before. It was the disciple of Langfeng City who intercepted them in Lingwu Mountain that day. He seemed to be called Xie Wuhan.

     "Where are you doing what, I still don't come to help."

    The place where the flying boat landed was not far from where Fengci stood, Xie Wuhan walked down and saw the two outer disciples standing aside, and said, "Go and help lift the things down."

    The status of the outer sect disciples in Langfeng City is like this, and anyone can command a few words.

    The wind speech did not move, but Song Zhou answered "yes" and walked forward quickly.

    Two disciples carried a thing wrapped in white cloth and got off the flying boat.

    Song Zhou reached out to pick it up, and one side of the white cloth slipped off, revealing a thin and dry wrist.

    "Ah!" Song Zhou exclaimed, subconsciously relaxed, but was caught by a hand stretched out from beside him.

    Feng Ci lifted the corpse and said softly, "Senior Brother Song, be more careful."

    Song Zhou lowered his head and responded in a low voice.

    The two helped move the body to the open space in Qianshan Square.

    A total of thirty-six bodies.

    It is already a small and medium-sized cultivation sect full of people.

    Feng Ci glanced at her casually, and there were even seven or eight-year-old children in it.

    The news of Xie Wuhan's return to the mountain quickly spread, and a lot of people immediately surrounded the square in Qianshan, and several elders who were rarely seen in the past also rushed over.

    Pei Qianyue did not come.

    Feng Ci stood silently behind the crowd, Song Zhou came to him.

    "Junior Brother Lu, thank you just now."

    Feng Ci was still thinking about other things, and was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was talking about the transfer of the body just now.

    This trivial matter has long been ignored, and he waved his hand: "It's okay."

    "It's...actually, it was Senior Brother Cheng who asked me to come here." The little boy's cheeks flushed and he hesitantly said, "But I am really worried about you, seeing that you are all right, I am very sorry. happy."

    This is the truth.

    Song Zhou continued: "I'm really sorry before, but I... Senior Brother Cheng does not allow me to inform you, and the city lord often leaves the pie center recently, I think you may not meet... "

    Feng Ci's eyes moved slightly: "Did he leave the sect to investigate the matter of Xianmen?"

    "Yeah." Song Zhou nodded, "Senior Brother Xie and the others brought back several corpses before, most of them were dead like this. Listen to them, this is..."

    "Drain the spiritual power and die." Feng Ci said solemnly.

    Usually murder, either for money or revenge, or for the pursuit of pleasure, in short, it will definitely ask for something.

    Feng Ci has always been curious about what the killer behind the scenes wanted this time, and he was not satisfied with killing so many people.

    Now finally got the answer.

     "He" wants spiritual power.

    Feng Ci looked at the noisy crowd in the distance and asked softly, "You said... Pei Qianyue often leaves Langfeng City during this time?"

    ***

    It is night.

    A Ling Ran sword light penetrated the thick clouds, descended from the sky, and fell into the dark woods.

     Pei Qianyue walked out of the sword light without stopping, and walked directly into the depths of the woods.

    Behind him, a golden butterfly quietly followed. The butterfly pattern was as gorgeous as the clouds, but its wings were extremely thin. It fluttered slightly and circled behind Pei Qianyue for a few times, and finally landed on his robe.

    The latter never noticed it.

    Pei Qianyue quickly disappeared in front of him.

    Feng Ci came out from behind the tree.

    His fingertips held a faint ray of spiritual energy, like a silk thread, connected to the butterfly in the distance.

    Pei Qianyue said that Xianmeng did not investigate any clues, and Fengci only regarded him as farting.

    But since he refuses to speak, and Feng Ci is too lazy to deal with him, it is better to come and see it yourself.

    But...what is this place?

    How could Pei Qianyue come here without going to the village in front of you and the store in the back?

    This forest is very big, Pei Qianyue walked slowly in front, Feng Ci followed not far behind. After walking for about a stick of incense, Feng Ci finally yawned unbearably.

    In the middle of the night, is this person walking around here?

    Did you know that sleep is important for seniors?

    The shadows of the trees around him swayed, and there was a lingering sword in the wind coming from behind him.

    Xu is because this blow was wrapped with too fierce and cold killing intent, Feng Ci's instinct to defend the enemy forced him to raise his hand subconsciously, and the palm of his hand was condensed into a sword.

    Then I realized who the breath came from.

    A slender pale hand stretched out, holding the struggling golden butterfly, and held it in front of him.

    "In hundreds of years, you are the first person who has the guts to follow this seat."

    The hand tightened little by little and slowly crushed the butterfly into ashes.