This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

Langfeng City is bitterly cold throughout the year, and the snowy morning is colder than usual.Going there overnight, the yard is covered with snow, and the distant mountains are like smudged ink, the mist is hazy, and the sky and the earth are white.

Only Pei Qianyue's figure and a small patch of blood oozing out beside him were the only strange colors in this world.

——The wound on Pei Qianyue's body was still oozing blood.

The original demon prisoner talisman would not cause much damage to the demon clan, but it was improved by the Lingxiao Gate and turned into a demon-killing use.It is not easy to heal the injury that directly affects the primordial spirit, let alone Pei Qianyue didn't bandage it at all.

Don't go to heal, just run to Fengci and kneel here.

He even stepped on his horse and knelt all night.

Feng Ci was almost laughed at by him.

"What is the city lord doing?" Feng Ci said angrily, "I can't stand the gift of the city lord. What does it look like when people see it?"

Pei Qianyue stopped coughing, and his voice was weak and hoarse: "I have emptied the entire outer disciple courtyard, and restrictions have been imposed outside the courtyard, so no one else can enter."

Feng Ci: "..."

Feng Ci was speechless: "Are you really planning to kneel down with me for a long time?"

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, but asked instead: "Master is still angry?"

Feng Ci sneered in his heart.

He was out of anger at first, but who knows, as soon as he went out, he was angry again by a certain snake cub who didn't know what to do.

Feng Ci leaned against the door and smiled: "If I'm still angry, are you going to kneel here until I calm down?"

Pei Qianyue lowered his head slightly and did not answer, but the answer was self-evident.

"Now you know you want to come to me to apologize, what did you do before?" Seeing his appearance, Feng Ci couldn't help but get angry, "When you planned so hard and used these crap to plot me, you didn't consider whether I would Will be angry?"

"It's not all about plotting against the master..." Pei Qianyue seemed to explain, but swallowed the words again, and said in a low voice, "I know I was wrong."

Feng Ci: "Just get up and get out."

Pei Qianyue didn't move again.

Feng Ci only felt that Pei Qianyue was dazzling now, whether it was the snow on his body, his pale complexion, or the spots of blood beside him that dyed the snow red and the lingering smell of blood.

He stopped looking at him, and sneered: "If you want to kneel, you can kneel."

Then, with a bang, he slammed the door shut.

The force was so strong that it even knocked off a lot of snow on the ridge of the roof.

Pei Qianyue lowered her head, the corners of her lips curled into a fleeting arc, but she quickly covered it up.

***

This kneeling lasted for three days and three nights.

Pei Qianyue knelt in front of the door for three days, Feng Ci wanted to compete with him, so he also stayed inside the house for three days.

At the beginning, he just knew how long Pei Qianyue could hold on, but who knew that the bastard was really motionless, forcibly dragging his injuries to survive.

Feng Ci was even more upset.

Originally, it was a good thing that Pei Qianyue drove away all the outer disciples - no one came to tell Feng to quit his work and practice, he was rarely quiet, and he could sleep as long as he wanted - but Pei Qianyue knelt outside, Feng Ci's perception is sharp, Fang's weak breath, low cough, and the faint smell of blood in the air are terribly clear through a door panel.

Feng Ci didn't sleep well for three days.

At the level of Feng Ci's cultivation, there is no need to rely on sleep to restore physical strength, just like food and drink, it is no longer necessary.But Fengci has lived for too many years, and he thought the days were too long and boring, and if he lost the good thing to pass the time like sleeping, he didn't know what to do.

Therefore, he has always maintained the habit of falling asleep over the years, and sleeps for a long time every day.

For an elderly person who has been sleeping steadily for a long time, it is self-evident how terrible he has not slept well for three days.

As night fell, the cold wind outside the house was mixed with fine snow, which fluttered down to the branches.

Feng Ci opened his eyes many times today, turning his head to look in the direction of the door.

It's snowing again outside.

Although Langfeng City is located in Kunlun, it actually doesn't snow frequently on weekdays.

I don't know if it's because of the way of heaven that punished Pei Qianyue. In the past three days, there have been several snowfalls in Langfeng City.The heavy snow doesn't last too long each time, and it comes quickly and quickly. The snow on Pei Qianyue's body melts and rises again, without stopping.

Feng Ci knew that Pei Qianyue did it on purpose.

The bastard was sure that he would not bear it, that he would accept this, so he deliberately behaved like this in front of him.

Just like the previous trials, it just made him soft-hearted.

The more this happened, the more determined Feng Ci became.

How can it be so good to use one trick to pinch him every time.

He will not be fooled by him.

Feng Ci thought so in his heart, so he simply didn't sleep, stood up cross-legged, and meditated.

A monk's samadhi can completely isolate external interference and has the effect of calming his mind. It may take a few hours at least or a few days at most.He wanted to see who wasted the other, he or Pei Qianyue.

But after Feng Ci settled down, he didn't calm down as expected.

Instead, he had another dream.

***

The moonlight hangs high.

The distant and long bells echoed in the mountains and forests, halfway up the mountain, there is an ancient temple standing quietly in it.Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the quiet ancient temple in the distance.

The wind blew up the hem of his plain clothes, and the sleeves of his clothes flew, making him look like an exile under the cold moonlight.

He seemed to be patient, quietly counting the bells in the ancient temple, one after another.

"One hundred and five."

"one hundred and six."

"One hundred and seven..."

He counted unhurriedly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was clear.But the sound of the bell, which used to sound calming, only made him feel sad at the moment.

An inexplicable sadness filled Feng Ci's heart, but he didn't understand where the sadness came from.Before he knew it, the temple bell had already struck the last sound.

One hundred and eight bells struck, and it was over.

In the lingering aftertaste of the bell, Feng Ci jumped up and flew towards the ancient temple.

A young monk was sweeping the floor outside the temple, Feng Ci landed outside the temple gate, and walked slowly towards the ancient temple.The little monk was taken aback by his sudden arrival, and quickly came back to his senses.

He put down the broom and walked up to him.

The little monk gave him a Buddhist gift, and asked politely: "Dare to ask the name of the immortal, why did you come to Hanshan Temple?"

"Is the master abbot here?" Feng Ci asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The little monk said, "Do you want the little monk to report for you?"

"No need, I'll just go in by myself."

"Sorry." Feng Ci heard himself say this.

Then, he raised his hand and grabbed the little monk's neck amidst the frightened eyes.

The rolling spiritual power entered his body along the place where the skin touched.

……

Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously looked down at his hand, the palm seemed to still have the warmth of the square skin, which was terrifyingly real.Feng Ci was in a daze for a while before realizing where he was now.

He is still in the courtyard of the outer disciples in Langfeng City.

A low voice came from outside the door, pulling Feng Ci out of the terrifying and weird dream just now.

Pei Qianyue was still kneeling at the door of the room, but the voice was not from him.

"...City Lord, it has been three days. Except for the Luohuamen disciples who have been executed, the others are still locked in the dungeon. He doesn't know what the City Lord plans to do with him. He has been trembling for the past few days. I fainted several times."

"Langfeng City was attacked this time, and many halls in the faction were damaged. The Elder Zhi hopes to allocate funds to you for repairs."

"The elder of the discipline was executed by you before, but you have not yet arranged for a new agent. The discipline hall is left unattended today, and there is already a backlog of affairs."

"There are also outer disciples who were kicked out by you, and they are temporarily placed in another courtyard. The disciples don't know how to explain to him..."

The visitor babbled, reporting one after another, his voice sounded extremely tired.

It's Xiao Que.

During these three days, he was probably the most difficult one.

Langfeng City had just been attacked by the enemy, and it was the time when the most internal affairs were sent.But the city lord of his family was fine. Except for the first few rebels, he didn't care about the others. He threw away all the mess and disappeared.

... It was not even clear what to do with the rebellious immortal sects.

These three days, Xiao Que sat alone in Linxiantai, sending away batch after batch of people who came to find the city lord.

Head about to explode.

At this moment, the sky had already dawned, and the wind and snow in the small courtyard were getting heavier, Pei Qianyue seemed to be covered in snow.A water-light mirror stood in mid-air, and Xiao Que's haggard face was reflected in it.

He didn't look much better than Pei Qianyue.

But before he finished reporting all the affairs, Pei Qianyue said in a low hoarse voice, "Get lost."

Xiao Que: "..."

If it was left as usual, Xiao Que would definitely shut up and get out.But in the past few days, Langfeng City really has no leader. Not to mention these chores inside the faction, there are even many immortal sects outside who are being appeased by Pei Qianyue.

Pei Qianyue didn't explain the handling of Xianmenxu clearly, but Xiao didn't dare to let him go easily, so he had to block the news again and again.

Lingxiaomen doesn't even know that his elder Chengchao is dead.

But if you continue to hide this, not to mention how long you can hide it, you are afraid that some immortal sects outside will not be able to sit still and will do it again.

Xiao Que considered it again and again, and said cautiously: "City Lord, why don't you come back first, and then the Holy Lord calms down..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was yanked.

Feng Ci stood in front of the door with a sullen face, and said coldly, "Get out."

The water-light mirror suddenly went dark, and it was Xiao Que who cut off the connection in his head.

Pei Qianyue's fingertips hanging by his side moved, but for some reason, he stopped abruptly.

Feng Ci didn't go out for the past few days, only now did he realize that Pei Qianyue's face was even uglier than the previous few days.

Feng Ci was disturbed by seeing it, and said angrily: "If you will come in now, don't come in at all."

Pei Qianyue was covered in snow, and it took a long time before he nodded slowly: "Okay."

But he didn't know whether he was frozen or the injury was involved in the movement. When he got up, his figure wobbled and he almost fell down.

In the next second, he was caught in a warm and soft embrace.

Feng Ci felt as if he was hugging a piece of solid ice, so cold that his heart twitched unconsciously.Pei Qianyue rested his head on his shoulder, and the snow on his body shook off and instantly melted into water, sinking into his neckline.

Feng Ci subconsciously hugged him a little tighter, and once again smelled the faint smell of blood on the man's body in his breath.

"It's only been kneeling for a few days, how come you can't even walk?" Feng Ci didn't look at him, and laughed lightly, "What are you still the leader of the Immortal League like this?"

Pei Qianyue exhaled cold breath on the side of Feng Ci's neck, a little hoarse, but also with a smile: "Master made a joke."

As a great monster, Pei Qianyue would not suffer much damage to his body if he knelt in the snow for ten days and a half month, let alone three days.But the injury he suffered in the demon-prisoning talisman never healed, and his breath became weaker and weaker because of the delay for these days.

"Let's just say it first, I'm not soft-hearted." Feng Ci emphasized, "It's just that Langfeng City still has more to deal with. If I don't let you in again, I'm afraid Senior Brother Xiao will also come to kneel with you."

"I set a restriction outside, so he can't come in." Pei Qianyue said in a soft voice, "Master is soft-hearted."

Feng Ci: "..."

Why does his tone sound a little smug?

Feng Ci was so angry that he almost threw the bastard out of his arms again.

But before he could take any action, Pei Qianyue wrapped his arms around him and hugged him full.

"cold."

The voice rang close to the ears, low and soft, and it hit the nail on the head.

Terrible.

Feng Ci's expression was numb, and he carried him into the house resignedly.

It's just that his physical body is really short and thin, Pei Qianyue is a head taller than him, and it's a bit overwhelming for him to half hug and half hug someone.Fortunately, his room is not big, and there is a bed within two steps of entering the room.

Feng Ci stumbled and hugged Pei Qianyue and retreated, touching the edge of the bed, and both of them fell into the bed.

Feng Ci was completely pressed into the soft bed by Pei Qianyue, and he subconsciously pushed him away, but the listener let out a muffled groan, wondering if he had touched a wound.

Feng Ci quickly raised his head: "Aren't you there?"

But he got no answer.

Suddenly a light of navy blue spiritual power flashed in the room, and the light dissipated, leaving only a small black snake in Feng Ci's arms.

Pei Qianyue returned to his original shape.

When the monsters consume a lot of spiritual power or are weak, they will choose to change back to their original shape to store their physical strength and heal themselves.

I understand all these reasons.

However, Pei Qianyue knew clearly that Feng Ci's original form was the most irresistible.

Feng Ci hugged a black snake with a cold body, and watched Fang coil up bit by bit, buried his head in his chest, rubbed it lightly, and stopped moving.

Feng Ci: "..."

Why did he do it on purpose, absolutely!