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.

Feng Ci: "?"

Is this Linxiantai some kind of dragon pool and tiger den?

The teleportation circle was not set up on Linxian Terrace, but only below the long steps. To climb to Linxian Terrace, one had to walk up more than a hundred stone stairs.

Langfeng City is located on the top of Kunlun, it is a place of bitter cold covered by ice for thousands of miles, and the vast snowfield is everywhere in sight.But just above the snowfield, a majestic and blessed land of cultivation has been built out of thin air, like a jade tower in the fairy world.

And Linxiantai is at the highest point of Langfeng City.

Climbing to Linxiantai, you can not only overlook Langfeng City, but also have a panoramic view of the entire Kunlun Mountains.

But Feng Ci only realized five characters.

The height is not cold.

Climb up the stone steps, in front of you is a majestic high hall.

The gate of the hall was closed tightly, and the surrounding was eerily quiet, only a few cold plum trees in front of the hall trembled in the cold wind.

It is said to be sweeping, but in fact there is nothing to clean on Linxiantai, the ground is spotless, not even half a leaf can be seen.If I had to pick a thorn, it would be the little unmelted snow in the corner.

Feng Ci casually cast a spell on the broom that he brought, and the broom happily stood up and began to sweep away the snow.

And he stepped forward and knocked on the palace door.

no respond.

In fact, Feng Ci didn't quite know what the disciples of the sanitation needed to do, and those young disciples in the outer sect only listened to Cheng Bo's words, so no one would dare to teach him.But since it is Sansao Linxiantai, the only palace should be included, right?

Feng Ci pushed open the palace door.

A gloomy cold wind streamed out from the hall, Feng Ci frowned, knowing where this place was.

With such a heavy cold and evil aura, there is no other person except his Xiao Hei.

No wonder the young man named Song Zhou's expression was so indescribable when he just found out that he was coming here.

However, this arrangement is exactly what he wanted.

He wants to know Pei Qianyue so much now, even if he can't see anyone, it would be nice to take a look at his usual residence.

Feng Ci stepped into the hall.

Then he stopped.

There were no lights in the hall, and all you could see were books, scrolls, and magical instruments scattered all over the place. The whole room was in such a mess that there was almost nowhere to set foot.

Especially those magic tools, Feng Ci glanced over, any of them contained spiritual power, obviously they were rare treasures, but they were thrown on the ground so casually.

Seeing Feng Ci's scalp numb.

With a wave of his hand, the candle lights in the hall automatically lit up.

The furnishings in the main hall are extremely simple, without any extra decorations, and the air is filled with a cold and clear air, empty and lonely, and there is no trace of vitality.

It's just the mess all over the place, where we can see traces of human habitation.

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

There was a table in front of the main hall, on which books were also scattered in a mess.On the wall behind the table, there are several paintings.

Feng Ci stopped walking with the things in his arms, and looked at them one by one.

These paintings all depict the same person.

A young man dressed in plain clothes stands in the painting, or wields a sword to slay demons, or fights against the flood, or preaches and teaches, and finally, sits and flies.

——It is the life of Fengci.

But the strange thing is that there is no human face on each painting.

There was only a blank space where the facial features should have been, and it looked extremely strange amidst the flickering lights.

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

Feng Ci was startled, turned around, Pei Qianyue walked around the Liuyun screen and came out of the dark inner hall.

He no longer wore the luxurious costume of the city lord, but wrapped it loosely in a black robe, and his long hair fell down, giving him a more lazy look.

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

When he came in just now, he had checked clearly, and there was no sign of anyone else in the hall.

Pei Qianyue's cultivation has reached this level?

Pei Qianyue walked slowly in front of Feng Ci, and as he slowly walked in, a gust of breeze blew up in the hall for no reason, and most of the candles that Feng Ci had just lit were extinguished.

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

Feng Ci looked at him, but didn't answer.

After a cultivator reaches a certain level of cultivation, he no longer completely relies on the five senses to perceive the outside world.Even if the eyes cannot see things, it does not affect the perception of the outside world.

But in the end it was different.

The perception that surpasses ordinary people is more acute than seeing. He can perceive the sunrise and sunset, and the beating of candlelight, but he will never see the radiant sky or the gorgeous burning flame.

Feng Ci was full of emotions for a moment, Pei Qianyue had already walked in front of him.

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

He was so close that Feng Ci could smell the cold fragrance on his body again.

Feng Ci silently took half a step back, and said calmly: "Patriarch Qianqiu made countless achievements in saving the world and preaching, and his disciples naturally admire him."

"Admiration." Pei Qianyue smiled softly, "There are so many people you admire."

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

The magic weapon books in Feng Ci's arms were scattered all over the floor again, and his back touched the cold table.

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

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

Feng Ci: "..."

Now he fully understood why the disciples of Langfeng City were afraid of Pei Qianyue like a scourge.

Who would not be afraid of such a city lord who is so unpredictable and sick from time to time?

...It's really blind to such a beautiful face.

Feng Ci stared at Pei Qianyue's incomparably handsome face, and it was really hard to distinguish between the person in front of him and the little one that would crawl onto his bed in the middle of the night and gently rub his fingers, asking him to hug and sleep with him. Black Snake linked together.

What a cute and clingy little snake, why did it grow crooked?

Feng Ci thought melancholy in his heart.

As he was thinking so, his wrist suddenly touched something cold.

He turned his head to look, but there was nothing there.

But that feeling was not fake, in the darkness, it seemed that there was an invisible snake slowly crawling into his sleeve along his wrist.

The cold and sticky touch made Feng Ci's skin goosebumps instantly.

"You..." Feng Ci frowned slightly, the latter maintained a posture of pressing him down, his sharp lips curved into a very shallow arc.

As if it was just a silly prank.

Feng Ci's physical body is still a young boy now, with a thin and slender figure. Pei Qianyue bent down like this, almost covering him tightly from head to toe.

Anyone who sees this posture will feel very ambiguous.

But this is not the case.

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

The icy snake body hovered around his neck, the snake's tail brushed over his collarbone, he raised his head and spit out the letter, spraying all the icy breath behind his ears.

Feng Ci couldn't help trembling.

This is not provocative, and the atmosphere does not have any ambiguous meaning, only invisible threats.

It seemed that as long as he said a wrong word, the snake would bite off his neck.

Pei Qianyue is really a lunatic, right? !

Feng Ci lowered his eyes, and there was a gleam of light on the fingertips on the case that even the other party didn't notice.

Now that he has lost his physical body, it may have some influence on his cultivation, but it is not enough to be controlled by others.For example, it was more than enough to drag this little black snake off his body and give him a good beat.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while, and suddenly, Pei Qianyue tilted his head: "Aren't you afraid?"

Of course Feng Ci is not afraid.

If Pei Qianyue dared to move, he would soon see what it meant to be beaten by his master.

Silly boy.

But Feng Ci didn't want to make the relationship so tense, he thought for a while, and picked an answer that Pei Qianyue might not be so angry: "The disciple just feels that there is no need to answer this question."

"The immortal has passed away and has never been seen before. The so-called admiration is nothing but illusory. Naturally, the person in front of you is more important."

"...boring."

But the cold feeling lingering around Feng Ci's neck disappeared, and Pei Qianyue let him go.

He straightened up, and slowly straightened the loose skirt of his clothes: "The immortal is gone... Do you think he's dead too?"

Feng Ci: "The Patriarch Qianqiu ascended into the sky 3000 years ago, and everyone knows it."

Pei Qianyue: "He's lying."

Feng 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."

"Before he sat down and ascended, I was the only one who was with him."

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

"He's a total liar."

Feng Ci: "..."

Damn, why does his little black snake seem to have a lot of resentment towards him?

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

"Reason? There's no reason." Pei Qianyue said coldly, "It's nothing more than boredom."

"Patriarch Qianqiu saves the common people. The world admires him, loves him, regards him as a god of salvation, and pursues him all his life. But those ignorant mortals never know that their gods have long been tired of everything in this world and have long since abandoned them."

"...don't you think they are ridiculous?"

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

But Pei Qianyue turned his back to him, half of his body was completely hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly, and couldn't judge.

"I don't think so." Feng Ci said, "Whether Patriarch Qianqiu has passed away or left, it makes no difference to people today. It is not so much that they worship Patriarch Qianqiu as a god, it is better to say that they are looking for a spiritual comfort."

"In the end, it's just wishful thinking. There's no need to fight for right or wrong."

Pei Qianyue paused with his fingertips.

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

"Isn't it?" Feng Ci frowned slightly, not understanding why Pei Qianyue asked knowingly, "Whether it's regarded as a god, or as a lifelong pursuit, they never asked Patriarch Qianqiu if he needed it, and they couldn't just because they couldn't get it." If you don’t respond, then push the fault to him, how can there be such a reason?”

This is indeed Feng Ci's true thoughts.

Exorcising demons, saving the world, and preaching, Fengci completed what he was supposed to do 3000 years ago. Although he left behind a mess and left, in his opinion, at best, he could be regarded as retiring after success, 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, he could only see the trembling shoulders of the other party, and that almost crazy, somewhat harsh low-pitched laughter.

"you're right."

After a while, Pei Qianyue just spoke, his voice swayed in the dark hall with a hint of mockery.

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

Feng Ci looked at his back that had almost melted into the darkness, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else.

But Pei Qianyue didn't give him this chance.

He turned around and sat down behind the table, and said: "My hall is not allowed to enter without permission, trespassers will be killed without mercy, did anyone tell you?"

Feng Ci: "..."

I really don't know whether to say Pei Qianyue is too ruthless or the kids from the outer door are ruthless.

This is really trying to put him to death.

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

Feng Ci: "..."

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

Feng Ci: "Thank you, City Lord."

With a wave of Pei Qianyue's hand, a magic weapon flew out of the piled sea of ​​books and landed in front of him.

The appearance of the magical instrument looks like a wooden ornament carved into the shape of a book, but Feng Ci can tell that it is the same as the one seen in the Xianmeng selection that day, it is a Yanjia instrument.

A book was floated and landed on the instrument by the spiritual power, it was opened automatically, and the reading began from the first page.

It turned out to be Yu Chichu's voice.

Feng Ci: "..."

This is a book about the method of building and cracking secret realms. Pei Qianyue didn't hide it, and just played it in front of Feng Ci.But the little old man had a high-pitched voice, and he still spoke an unknown Mandarin accent, which made Feng Ci's ears hurt.

Amidst Yuchichu's magical reading, Pei Qianyue asked: "I heard that you have looked for me, what do you want to ask?"

Feng Ci naturally had a lot of questions to ask.

But he didn't expect Pei Qianyue to mention it so directly, as if he really was the leader of a faction with a good temper and ready to answer questions.

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

Feng Ci didn't speak for a while, Pei Qianyue's voice became cold again: "If you don't ask, get out."

... This attitude really made Feng Ci want to beat someone up.

But he endured it, and asked the question he wanted to know the most right now: "I heard that the Immortal League is investigating the robbing of immortal sects in the cultivation world. Dare I ask if the city lord has found out who the real culprit is behind the scenes?"

Pei Qianyue: "I don't know."

Feng Ci was silent, and asked again: "Then is there any clue?"

Pei Qianyue: "No."

Feng Ci: "The details about the extermination of Tianxuanzong..."

Pei Qianyue: "No comment."

Feng Ci: "..."

So what do you want me to ask? ? ?

Xiao Hei, you are really rebellious like this.

Feng Ci took a deep breath, and asked patiently, "Why did the city lord keep me in the faction?"

Of course it couldn't be because of the "admiration" he said in the selection meeting, let alone a lie that could be easily debunked by a lack of disciples from outside sects.

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 was so unpredictable that Feng Ci didn't have any hope in his heart when he asked this question.

Unexpectedly, Pei Qianyue actually answered: "Because you are the orphan of Tianxuanzong."

... It's really listening to what you say, like listening to a word.

Pei Qianyue: "So far, twelve immortal sects in the cultivation world have been robbed, and a total of 350 elders and disciples were killed. And you and Meng Changqing are the only two survivors among the 350 seven."

Pei Qianyue said it lightly, but Feng Ci immediately understood the deep meaning.

According to his understanding, Tianxuanzong is not a big sect in the cultivation world, nor is it a good cultivation level.But only Tianxuanzong, some disciples survived the disaster of exterminating the sect, and walked from the master's gate to Kunlun Mountain safely.

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

Feng Ci suddenly remembered another thing.

Why, he chose to possess one of the Tianxuanzong orphans.

Is this just a coincidence?

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

Pei Qianyue: "Choose one of the two, pick whatever you want."

Feng Ci: "..."

Before Feng Ci could speak again, Pei Qianyue suddenly raised his hand.

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

Feng Ci: "..."

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

The background sound really made it difficult for people to continue to concentrate on thinking, but Feng Ci had no questions to ask.

He is tired.

This bastard is more difficult to deal with than the group of seven or eight-year-old children he met in the previous world.

No, there is indeed another problem.

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