The old Gong who died for the world is back

"Get out of the way! Today I insist on going to Tianxuan Peak, but I want to see what Xiao Youci is doing on Tianxuan Peak?!"

"All the immortal sects in the world are discussing the matter of the Qingjun Conference. As the head of the Linxian sect, he didn't show up for half a month. It's really rude!"

"We must ask Xiao Youci to give an explanation today!"

On Tianxuan Peak, Shi Jianfeng led a group of elders, standing on the only road leading to the top of Tianxuan Peak, arguing with Feng Langyue.

Half a month ago, Liuyin Palace, Yanxingzong and other sects sent people to Xianmen to discuss matters related to the Qingjun Conference. They were in a hurry to return to their orders, but Xiao Youci did not show up. half a month.

Every time he came to look for him, Feng Langyue said that Xiao Youci had gone into seclusion and hadn't come out yet, so he told them to wait.

Immortal cultivators often retreat, ranging from a few months to several years.

It's normal for those special nerds not to leave the customs for hundreds of years.

But he, Xiao Youci, is the head of Linxian Sect, and he is the master of all major and minor matters in the sect. How could he retreat for so long?Even if he really wants to retreat, he should arrange things before going, otherwise, how long does he have to keep people from Liuyin Palace and Yanxing Sect waiting outside for as long as he retreats? !

Someone in the Elder Hall also suggested that the elders should discuss it together and leave Xiao Youci alone, but Shi Jianfeng had long thought that Xiao Youci was not pleasing to his eyes, so how could he let go of this opportunity to embarrass him, so, In the past few days, he appeared here frequently, asking Feng Langyue and Feng Langxing to open the door for him, and he wanted to go to the peak to meet Xiao Youci himself.

But how could Feng Langyue open the door for him?

Because he knew that their master was not retreating at all.

Instead, he went down the mountain to find his apprentice.

The method of finding an apprentice must never be known by Shi Jianfeng.

Feng Langyue's cultivation base is superficial, she stood in front of Shi Jianfeng, her complexion was a little pale, her legs were trembling, but she still refused to let go, she just insisted: "The master is still in seclusion, when he leaves the seclusion, he will come naturally See you."

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Putting aside the conflicts on Linxianmen's side, Xiao Youci's side is rare leisure.

His cultivation has not yet recovered, the meridians are slowly accumulating spiritual energy, but it is of no use, it can only make his body lighter, unable to control the sword, and unable to pinch the tactic.

He took Yan Tong around the neighborhood, picked up a guide from a dead body on the side of the road, and took the child to the nearby Dai County.

This is a small border town, with a main road leading from east to west, standing at the east gate, you can see the west gate.

There was only one inn in the county, and Xiao Youci had no money, so he went to the tailor shop and sold his expensive crane cloak, and changed him and Yan Tong into coarse cloth clothes, leaving half a copper coin.

Xiao Youci used the half of the copper coins to make money and stayed in the only inn in the county.

The small inn was full of guests, bustling and bustling, very lively, Xiao Youci sat by the window of the room on the second floor, listening to the guests downstairs chatting.

"I heard that some kind of illusion has opened on the nearby Xianyang Mountain. Many monks have gone to the mountain. The small mountain is crowded with people."

The other one didn't believe it: "What nonsense are you talking about? Immortals disappeared hundreds of years ago. Who has seen them? What kind of immortals? I think they discovered some treasure and attracted a group of tomb robbers!"

500 years ago, in the battle between immortals and demons, the head of the Linxian Sect at that time led the immortals to fight against the demons. In that battle, the immortals and demons suffered heavy losses.

It has been 500 years, and no one has ascended to heaven for 500 years. The immortal way has declined, and the magic way has been driven to extinction. The world is finally in the hands of mortals.

200 years ago, at the Immortal Dao Conference, the heads of several sects decided to retreat and hide themselves from the world - so that 200 years later, whether they can cultivate immortality or not has become a topic of discussion among ordinary people.

Of course it can be cultivated. In the imperial city, many dignitaries will send their disciples to the fairy gate, begging the people in the fairy gate to accept them as disciples, so that they can cultivate into immortals and protect their clans.

But for these rough men in the backcountry, they don't all know who the emperor in the imperial city is, let alone such high-level matters as cultivating immortals.

It was even more unexpected that the head of the Linxian Sect, the number one cultivating sect in the world, was sitting on top of them at this moment.

Xiao Youci soon got tired of listening to the topics among mortals, so he closed the window and returned to the room.

This room is not big, there is only one bed, and the door is directly opposite the door, and there is a screen between the bed and the door.

At this time, a person was lying on the bed.

A child, to be exact.

Yan Tong.

Xiao Youci didn't know what foolishness he had committed before to accept such a child as his apprentice, and now he regretted it, but the words had already been spoken, and it was too late to repent.

He could only wait for his cultivation to recover and bring the child back to Linxianmen.

Anyway, he had already taken Feng Langyue and Feng Langxing, so it didn't matter if he took some cats or dogs.

Just when he was thinking about how to evade his responsibilities as a master, Yan Agou on the bed suddenly twitched, his jade-like face wrinkled.

This child is really good-looking and well-crafted. He is still young now, but when he grows up, he will harm many young girls.

Being good-looking is always pitied by the heavens, Xiao Youci looked at him in pain and felt a little soft-hearted, so he sat beside the child, reached out to stroke his forehead, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Youci grew up in the Linxian Gate since he was a child. Before his senior brother died, his world was only cultivation, master, senior brother, and playing tricks; after his senior brother died, his world was only meditation, suppressing inner demons, and fishing for laziness. dispensers.

Linxian Sect is full of immortal cultivators, everyone's desires are very weak, and their relationships are very ordinary.

Of course, it is possible that Xiao Youci is just average to him.

Xiao Youci was originally cold and cold. He lived at the top of Tianxuan Peak for 50 years and lost all popularity. Seeing this child frowning, he even asked in a calm tone, like snow on Tianxuan Peak.

Children are more sensitive than adults. Although Xiao Youci's tone was indifferent, he still felt Xiao Youci's touch, as if some small animal rubbed against his palm.

Soft and warm.

Many years ago, the little girl from the Palace of Beasts brought her puppies to the fairy gate to play. Xiao Youci was lucky enough to hold her puppy.

Right now, the hairless puppy rubbed against his palm, as if it wasn't enough, leaned his whole body to his side, reached out to hug his leg, and then stopped moving.

Yan Tong fell asleep peacefully, but Xiao Youci was stiff.

What should he do?

Pull this kid away?

But what if he cries?He is almost 80 years old, is it bullying to make a child cry?

But he, Xiao Youci, is not a good person, and he has done a lot of bullying things... But thinking of the tears on Yan Tong's face when they first met, Xiao Youci's hand stopped again, and after a while, he sighed deeply , finally leaned against the bed rail and closed his eyes.

Forget it, just treat it as coaxing the little dog.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xiao Youci had another dream. He dreamed that he became a child playing by the Huchi River. It was summer, and it probably hadn’t rained for a long time. Shallow places are covered with reeds.

Xiao Youci just squatted in the reeds and picked up small stones to play with. Some were colorful and some were round. He didn't know who he was going to show these small stones, but he had a lot of fun picking them up.

But picking it up, someone pushed him, and he plunged into the cold river.

Logically speaking, the water on the bank of the river should not be very deep, but when Xiao Youci fell headlong, it was like being pressed into a thousand-foot deep pool, and the surrounding area was filled with darkness.

This feeling is so familiar, Xiao Youci in the dream opened his eyes blankly, and whispered: "Senior brother?"

According to the usual procedure, his senior brother should be here, with half-stretched eyeballs and a rotten face, he asked him why he didn't save him.

But today Jiang Zhiyan didn't come, Xiao Youci stayed in the darkness for a long while in a daze, and suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Brother...Brother, wake up..."

A small hand pinched his face, Xiao Youci stretched out his hand to cover that hand.

Then he woke up and saw Yan Tong lying on top of him, frowning tightly.

Only then did Xiao Youci realize belatedly that he had fallen asleep.

He actually fell asleep next to a child.

The meridians are still empty, there is not much spiritual energy, the true strength cannot be used, and the cultivation base is suppressed.

Is this... the body of a mortal?Unknowingly fell asleep.

Xiao Youci closed his eyelids, pushed Yan Tong down, and said softly, "I'm awake."

Yan Tong who was pushed away was a little at a loss, he stretched out his hand and said to Xiao, "Brother...hug."

Looking at his innocent face, Xiao Youci suddenly felt disgusted. He frowned, and his voice was a little sharp: "I said, I am your master, if you call me brother again, I don't want you anymore."

Yan Tong was really frightened, a trace of panic flashed in his dark eyes, he quickly changed his words: "Master."

Xiao Youci looked at him, no matter how unpleasant he looked, his eyes fell on his slender neck, and his hands were about to move.

He thought, with his uncultivated body, how much strength would it take to strangle this child to death?

He calculated carefully.

But after all, he didn't make a move.

The violence in my heart dissipated, replaced by endless irritability.

His cultivation base is gone, this state of sleeping as soon as he says it is really disturbing, it's okay to sleep, there is still someone beside him, even if this person is a child, or the apprentice he just accepted.

On the side of the tiger, how can you tolerate others?

But at this time, Yan Tong's stomach suddenly growled.

The child timidly raised his head and whispered, "Master... I'm hungry."

Xiao You made a speech.

He didn't feel very good, because when Yan Tong opened his mouth, he felt hungry too.

Heartburning and hungry.