This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

The main hall in front of the mountain.

Eternal lamps were lit on the walls on both sides, but there was a layer of black veil in front of the lamps, the light was very dim, and the main seat in front was almost completely hidden in the darkness.

"In a word, are you willing to give it?"

Yuchichu paced back and forth in the hall.

His legs were made of black wood, he didn't wear shoes, and he made a lot of rattling noises when he walked, which seemed a bit strange in this dimly lit hall.

People with disabilities usually don't want others to see their handicap.

But Yuchichu was different, on the contrary, he was even willing to show this to others.

After all, there is no second person in the entire cultivation world who can make prosthetics so delicate, even better than real ones.

"I can see that you have no interest in that kid named Lu, what's wrong with giving him to me?" Yu Chichu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "It's really unreasonable to send him to sweep the floor...... Do you know that, He might be a hagana wizard!"

"Just because he broke your instrument?" Pei Qianyue, who was sitting in the main seat, said lightly.

Yuchichu paused, and quickly denied: "No, who said, my instrument is fine, it hasn't been broken!"

After speaking, he didn't move any more, and went back to sit quietly.

"I just feel that I have a destiny with him." Yu Chichu said, "You don't want him anyway, why force him to stay? I don't believe that you are so big in Langfeng City, you still need a sweeper."

Pei Qianyue: "He stayed willingly."

"You'll get it if you don't accept it?" Yu Chichu snorted coldly, "Why didn't I know that the head of the Immortal League, the Lord of Langfeng City, has also begun to respect the wishes of his disciples, and his heart has softened?"

"That's because you don't know."

"Pei Qianyue!" Yu Chichu stood up abruptly, "I understand that you are against me. If it weren't for the fact that you have some relationship with Patriarch Qianqiu, I wouldn't—"

In the darkness, something roared towards him.

Yuchi Chu hurriedly took two steps back, a teacup smashed where he was standing, and the tea spilled all over the floor.

"Pei Qianyue, what's wrong with you?" Yu Chichu scolded angrily.

The person sitting in the dark straightened his sleeves, and his tone was still steady: "I heard that you have not made good progress in practicing the technique of longevity recently. If you don't want to continue, I don't mind helping you out."

Yu Chichu: "..."

"Okay, let me go." Yuchichu said, "Isn't it just a new disciple, I don't want it too much."

He walked out cursing, but Pei Qianyue suddenly stopped him.

"The fairy gate reported that you have hollowed out three more spiritual veins." Pei Qianyue said.

Yuchichu paused, and turned around: "So what? You don't know how much spiritual stones I spend every day, and the spiritual veins you gave me are not enough!"

"How much more do you want?" Pei Qianyue said in a very patient tone, "How about I give you all the newly discovered spiritual veins in Langfeng City?"

Yuchichu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Pei Qianyue said quietly: "What do you think?"

Yu Chichu: "...Oh."

Yuchichu looked serious: "Those consumptions are all necessary sacrifices for technological development. Why are you so devoid of dedication?"

Pei Qianyue: "Why don't you tell those immortal sects whose spirit veins have been robbed by you?"

The air in the hall stagnates for a moment.

"To tell you the truth, I'm doing a new research recently, if it can be successful..." He chuckled, his eyes shone slightly behind the glazed mirror, "Just watch it, it will definitely surprise you then."

***

The light in the hall was dim, and Pei Qianyue sat on the main seat, almost merging with the darkness.

"Xiao Que." He called out in a low voice.

The door of the hall was pushed open a gap, a young man walked in quietly, knelt down on the ground: "The disciple is here."

As soon as he knelt down, he saw the broken porcelain pieces on the ground: "Why did Pavilion Master Yuchi annoy the City Lord? Could it be that he mentioned..."

Before he finished speaking, his neck tightened suddenly.

In the darkness, it seemed as if something invisible was tightly wrapped around his neck, and it felt cold and slippery to the touch, making one feel chills all over his body.

It's like... a snake.

In the empty hall, only the young man's suffocating retching could be heard for a moment.

After a while, the strength faded away.

The air was refilled into the lungs, and the young man fell on the ground and coughed a few times.A trace of lingering fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it: "City... City Lord forgive me."

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, the young man got up and walked forward, took a new teacup and poured tea for him.

"Let's talk." Pei Qianyue asked coldly without touching the teacup he handed over, "How is it?"

As we got closer, I saw that this young man was gentle and handsome, and he was exactly the disciple of Langfeng City who led his farewell to the main peak this morning.

Xiao Que said: "The disciple named Meng Changqing is mediocre, nothing special, but that Lu Jingming..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words: "Although it doesn't look special, on the climbing path, he had anticipated several formation traps in advance. If it wasn't for a coincidence...he must be a talent with an extremely keen sense of formation."

"Just keen?" Pei Qianyue smiled inexplicably.

His figure was completely hidden in the darkness, but Xiao couldn't figure out his attitude, so he could only continue to say: "But first he broke the maze of Lingwu Mountain, and then let the master of Wanfa Pavilion treat him differently." , it must not be simple. The disciples don't understand, since the city lord values ​​him, why doesn't he just accept him under the sect, instead just let him do a casual job?"

"Important?" Pei Qianyue said softly, "Who said I valued him."

"This seat is just curious."

"Curious... who is he?"

***

The next day, the selection of the immortal sect is completely over, and the new disciples of each faction will follow the elders back to their respective sects.

Meng Changqing was accepted by the elders of Lingxiaomen yesterday, and today he will leave with the people of Lingxiaomen.

Feng Ci sent Meng Changqing to the mountain gate.

"Junior brother, you have to take care." Meng Changqing tugged at Feng Ci's sleeve, reluctant to let go, "I heard that if the disciples from the outer sect of Langfeng City perform well and are valued by the elders, they also have a chance to enter the inner sect. Don't you give up."

"Also, you must be extremely cautious when doing things in the faction. If you don't understand, ask more questions. Senior brother will not be by your side in the future, so you have to be more careful."

"Senior brother will also practice hard and strive to avenge our Tianxuanzong as soon as possible."

He dragged Feng Ci to chatter non-stop, and in the end, his eyes were red.

Feng Ci was helpless, but he still spoke to comfort him: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Meng, don't worry about me."

"How can you not be worried!" Meng Changqing said, "Look at your open mouth every day, and yesterday, first you were almost misunderstood as cheating, and later you directly offended the master of Wanfa Pavilion. I really don't understand why you must If you want to stay in Langfeng City, why not go to Wanfa Pavilion..."

He couldn't stop talking, Feng Ci quickly interrupted: "Brother Meng, you should go."

Not far away, Lingxiaomen is already ready to go.Elder Jiyun, who was sent by Lingxiaomen to participate in the assessment, saw that the two were still saying goodbye, so instead of urging them, he even specially ordered the disciples to wait in place.

"Don't make Elder Jiyun wait too long." Feng Ci said.

"It's okay." A gentle voice suddenly interjected, "Tianxuanzong suffered such an accident, you two depend on each other for life, it's human nature not to bear parting."

The person in front of him had a childlike face and white hair, wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, exuding a refined scholarly spirit.The Lingxiao Gate is dominated by spells and Taoism, and hundreds of years ago, it was equally beautiful. Even the princes and nobles among the people would respect this dress when they saw this dress.

The two bowed to him.

Elder Jiyun received the gift, and then said in a gentle voice: "However, if you really don't want to separate, why don't I ask City Lord Pei to ask Jingming to come to my Lingxiao Gate, how about it?"

When he said this, he was smiling and his tone was very relaxed, but Feng Ci could tell that there was no hint of a joke in this person's eyes.

Meng Changqing's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

But it didn't take long for him to be happy, and he woke up again.

For some reason, his junior brother was so devoted to the Lord of Langfeng that he even refused the invitation from Wanfa Pavilion, let alone the Lingxiaomen, which has gradually declined recently.

Sure enough, Feng Ci lowered his eyes, with a humble and polite attitude: "Thank you for the elder's kindness, I am ashamed to accept it."

This is what it means to refuse.

Meng Changqing was afraid that his junior brother would offend Lingxiaomen again, so he didn't dare to talk to Fengci any more, so he said goodbye and left with a few words.

But before leaving, there is one more word of advice.

"...Yesterday you showed off in the root bone test, beware of someone who dislikes you and intends to retaliate."

Fengci is naturally clear.

Although the selection of the Immortal Alliance ultimately depends on one's own ability and the attitude of the elders, there is no fixed standard, and there is no fixed number of people, but there are always people who think that if they pull down the front ones, they will have more opportunities.

If you can't pull it off, you will be jealous, or you will be accused of crimes out of nothing, or you will form a clique to deliberately exclude, in short, do something.

Feng Ci is clear, but he doesn't care.

This kind of child's trick, he didn't care 3000 years ago.

What's more, although he entered the sect, he was only a mere disciple of San Sweeping in the outer sect, and Feng Ci didn't feel that he had anything worthy of revenge.

***

After sending Meng Changqing away, Feng Ci strolled directly to the disciples' courtyard of the outer sect.

The selection of the Immortal League has ended, and he can no longer live in the previous courtyard. Fortunately, he has nothing to clean up, so he can live in it directly.

The outer disciples live in the back mountain like the inner disciples, but the inner disciples have their own independent courtyard, while the outer disciples can only live in one disciple courtyard.

Feng Ci walked into the disciple's courtyard.

At a glance, there are dozens of houses, and there is a large open space in the middle, with stone tables, lawns, and rockeries, which are much better than Fengci imagined.

As soon as he entered the yard, someone greeted him.

"Lu Jingming, isn't it?" The person who came was in his twenties, tall and thin, followed by a few young disciples in their teens.

He looked Feng Ci from head to toe, and said: "I still think that I am such an incredible talent, and it looks nothing more than that. But yes, if you are really a talent, why did the city lord let you come to us? You think it is right?" ?”

After finishing speaking, he laughed to himself, and the young disciples also laughed.

Feng Ci: "..."

Isn't this coming?

Perhaps because of Feng Ci's indifferent face, the man also felt bored, cleared his throat, and said, "My name is Cheng Bo, and I have the oldest qualifications in the outer disciple academy. You have to listen to me from now on, understand?"

Feng Ci: "Pfft."

Cheng Bo frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Ci: "It's okay."

After so many years, doesn't this person feel that there is something wrong with the pronunciation of his name?

Feng Ci asked, "So where do I live?"

"Speaking of this, my junior brother doesn't know something." Cheng Bodao, "Our disciple's courtyard has seventeen houses, and two people live in each room. There are 34 people in total, and they are all full now."

Feng Ci frowned.

Full?

Then why did Pei Qianyue say yesterday that there is still one disciple missing from the outer sect?

Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, you've learned to lie after so many years.

Daddy is very disappointed in you.

Cheng Bo continued: "But you don't have to worry, Junior Brother. We know that Junior Brother is going to move here, and we have packed a room for you in advance. You can live independently and have a quiet environment. You will definitely like it. Song Zhou."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy came forward: "Senior brother."

Cheng Bo ordered: "Take our little junior brother to his residence, hurry up and tidy up, there is still work to do in a while."

Song Zhou: "Yes."

One could guess that the house prepared by these people for Feng Ci would not be very good.Feng Ci followed the young man named Song Zhou all the way in, passed through more than a dozen disciple rooms, and stopped at the door of a firewood room in the innermost courtyard.

"That's right here..." Song Zhou was handsome, like a bunny, and he didn't dare to speak loudly.

This small courtyard is actually good, but because it has not been used for a long time, it is full of dust and debris. There is a dead plum tree planted in front of the house, and there is even a dead mouse in the corner.

What a quiet environment.

Song Zhou stepped forward to help Feng Ci open the door, and was hit by the raised dust, choking and coughing.

Feng Ci had expected it in advance, so he didn't step forward at all, and escaped a catastrophe.

The room is very narrow, only a bed is placed on the inner side, and other places are piled up with various sundries.Half of the only window in the house was broken, and it hung on the window coffin at an angle, creaking when the wind blows.

Feng Ci looked up, and even the roof was broken.

Song Zhou said: "Ahem... Brother Lu, you will live here temporarily... Brother Cheng said that as long as the room outside is vacant, you can move out."

"No need." Feng Ci walked in and looked around, "It's pretty good here."

Feng Ci's attitude made Song Zhou even more unbearable, and comforted him: "The outer disciples have an assessment every two years. If they are valued by the elders, they can be promoted to the inner sect. The last time was three months later. Come on, just keep going."

Feng Ci: "Understood."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhou didn't leave in a hurry, Feng Ci turned his head to look at him, and the latter whispered: "You have to be careful of Senior Brother Cheng."

Feng Ci was curious: "I don't seem to have offended him?"

Song Zhou glanced outside and saw no one outside, so he lowered his voice and said, "Brother Cheng has a cousin who also came to participate in the selection of the Immortal Alliance this year, but that one didn't even pass the first stage of the six-door assessment, so... ..."

Feng Ci understood: "So he thinks that I skipped the six-door assessment and found another way, which is unfair to other disciples who participated in the assessment?"

Song Zhou nodded.

Feng Ci was helpless.

Pei Qianyue did not announce the reason why he and Meng Changqing passed the six-door assessment, and if it were him, he would be dissatisfied.

Not to blame these kids.

While the two were talking, another disciple arrived.The visitor didn't even enter the small courtyard, and stood at the door and shouted: "Lu Jingming, Senior Brother Cheng told you to clean Linxiantai after cleaning up. This is the pass token."

As he said that, he threw the token in his hand into the yard, and it stirred up a layer of dust when it landed.

Song Zhou was startled: "Linxiantai? But that's—"

That was the place where the city lord lived, and it was a place that even their outer disciples dared not approach easily.Because no one dared to go there, every time Linxiantai was to be cleaned, it was decided by lottery internally.

This sign is also called the life and death sign.

Song Zhou wanted to say something, but he heard a human voice: "Song Zhou, why are you still slacking off here? Are you done with today's work?"

Song Zhou: "Come on!"

He looked at Feng Ci again hesitantly, and finally turned and left without saying anything.

The yard fell silent.

Feng Ci stood in the dilapidated woodshed, raised his hand, and the token that fell in the courtyard was lightly picked up by a gust of wind, and flew towards Feng Ci.

The token flipped slowly in mid-air, and the stream of spiritual power invisible to the naked eye swayed in the courtyard.

Where the spiritual power passed, the dust disappeared completely, and the damaged walls, tables and chairs were automatically repaired, giving them a new look, and the dead wood was in spring.

In an instant, the firewood room was transformed into a clean and elegant hut, with budding new branches hanging in front of the window, and green smoke curling from the incense burner beside the table.

Feng Ci held the token and opened it.

There are three large characters written on the token.

—— Linxiantai.