This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

Feng Ci couldn't find the answer to that question.

The city lord didn't even bother to make it up, so he just told him to fuck off.

... brat.

Feng Ci happened to have a headache from listening to the book, so he rolled away.

He walked through the teleportation circle and returned to the disciples' courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, the disciples who were chatting, cleaning, and practicing swords in the courtyard stopped immediately.

Feng Ci went straight across the yard under their ghostly eyes, and returned the sweeping utensils in his hand to the utility room.

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

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

Feng Ci found it funny: "I can't come back?"

That is Linxiantai, their entire outer sect, except for occasional when the city lord is not in the faction, almost no one can come back from Linxiantai safely at other times.The lightest one was when the city lord found a speck of dust in the corner and punished a disciple to sweep the long steps in front of Linxiantai three times.

Not to mention that sometimes you are unlucky and caught by the city lord to tidy up the house, that is risking your life, and there is no job that you can't come back for a day and a night.

This talent has gone... within half an hour, right?

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

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

He will not go.

Cheng Bo coughed lightly and stopped talking.

Instead, Feng Ci leaned over to look at the thing in front of him: "Getting rid of the sword array? I know this well."

Seeing him poking his head over, Cheng Bo wanted to cover it up, but when he heard what he said, he frowned and asked, "You know how to do sword formation?"

Feng Ci: "Of course."

He was the one who wrote the original sword array cheats.

3000 years ago, Feng Ci taught six disciples what he had learned all his life, and the six disciples used the exercises they had learned to establish sects and establish schools, which became the six sects of today.

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

If it really counted, all Langfeng City disciples would have to call him Patriarch.

Feng Ci understood: "Is this the outer disciple's assessment? You beg me, I can teach you."

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

Feng Ci stretched out his hand, and gently moved one of the wooden figurines on the table half an inch to the side.

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

Cheng Bo was stunned for a moment.

"you……"

Feng Ci smiled slightly, and straightened up: "Senior brother Cheng practice slowly, and the younger brother will take his leave first."

After finishing speaking, he ignored him, turned around and went out the door.

***

After all, the outer disciples of Langfeng City are just servants in the middle school, and cannot attend classes with the inner disciples.They only have a chance to attend class once every three days. At other times, they can only learn by themselves like Cheng Bo.

That's why the outer sect disciples desperately wanted to pass the examination and enter the inner sect.

It is convenient for Fengci to move freely.

Originally, I thought that as long as I met Pei Qianyue, many things could be solved easily.But who knows, seeing is seeing, I didn't ask much about what I wanted to know, but I was sure of one thing.

He was a failure as a master.

His Xiao Hei hates him very much now.

Feng Ci was disappointed.

In this way, he did not dare to declare his identity hastily.

The relationship between Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue is just the half a year they got along 3000 years ago.At that time, Pei Qianyue had just developed spiritual awareness, and he only kept the other party as a pet. If he wanted to say how much he understood, he didn't actually have any.

In the ordinary world, just over ten years is enough to completely change a person, not to mention that there has been an interval of 3000 years between them.

Moreover, as far as Xiao Hei's temperament is concerned...it's really bad.

To put it bluntly, it is still unclear whether it is an enemy or a friend.

All in all, his identity cannot be revealed for the time being, and as for his physical body, he can only take one step at a time.

The most important thing right now is to find out the truth about the destruction of Xianmen this morning.

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

Based on this, meeting Pei Qianyue is not completely fruitless.

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

Why did the murderer let them go?

Is it an accident, is it intentional, or is it due to some more complicated reasons?

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

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

A pool of koi was being fed to the top, Feng Ci picked up a stone from the edge of the pool and threw it in, and fled around in shock.

The water waves swayed and then subsided slowly.

A handsome young face was reflected on the water.

Feng Ci propped his chin, looking listlessly at the face in the water.

In fact, the young man was born well, with a pair of bright and bright eyes, which is a very pleasing appearance.The fly in the ointment may be because he is still young, his body has not yet grown up, he is not tall, a little thin, and there is only a small ball squatting by the pool.

...He still likes his former physical body.

Feng Ci has high requirements on 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 needs.

I don't know what happened this time, but unexpectedly got into the body of such a young boy by accident.

Looking so cute, it really hurts his prestige of Qianqiu Shengzun.

There were footsteps behind him.

Feng Ci fiddled with the water surface with his fingertips without raising his eyelids.

"Junior brother, so you are here."

The person who came was the disciple named Song Zhou from the outer sect.

He should have been running all the way, his breath was not steady, his cheeks were slightly flushed: "I just heard that you have returned to the disciples' courtyard, are you okay—"

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

Song Zhou was startled.

Feng Ci was clearly still smiling, but Song Zhou could see a bit of alienation from that smile, being looked at by those eyes, it seemed that all his thoughts could not be hidden.

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

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, not yet the age to tell lies, all his thoughts were written on his face.

Feng Ci smiled lightly and didn't expose it.

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

A flying boat came from the sky with white steam and flew over their heads.The flying boat landed in the open space next to the Qianshan Square, setting off layers of storms.

Several disciples came down from above.

The leader, Feng Ci, had seen him before, he was the disciple of Langfeng City who intercepted them at Lingwu Mountain that day, and his name seemed to be... Xie Wuhan.

"What are you doing in a daze, and you haven't come to help."

The place where the flying boat landed was not far from where Feng Ci was standing, when Xie Wuhan walked down, he saw the two outer disciples standing aside, and ordered: "Go and help carry the things down."

The status of outer disciples in Langfeng City is like this, anyone can order them around.

Feng Ci didn't move, but Song Zhou answered "Yes" and walked forward quickly.

Two disciples carried an object wrapped in white cloth off the airship.

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

"Ah!" Song Zhou exclaimed, subconsciously let go, but was caught by a hand stretched out from his side.

Feng Ci lifted the corpse and said softly, "Senior Brother Xiao 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 36 corpses.

It can already be regarded as a small and medium-sized cultivation sect full of people.

Feng Ci glanced at it casually, and there were actually seven or eight-year-old children inside.

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

Pei Qianyue didn't come.

Feng Ci stood silently behind the crowd, and Song Zhou walked up to him.

"Junior Brother Lu, thank you just now."

Feng Ci was still thinking about other things, and was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was talking about moving the corpse just now.

He hadn't cared about this trivial matter for a long time, and waved his hand: "It's okay."

"Actually... Senior Brother Cheng really asked me to come here." The young boy's cheeks were flushed, hesitating, "But I'm really worried about you. I'm very happy to see that you're fine."

This speaks the truth.

Song Zhou continued: "I was really sorry earlier, but I... Brother Cheng didn't allow me to report to you, and the city lord often left the faction recently, I thought you might not meet..."

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

"I don't know about that...it should be." Song Zhou sighed, "Everyone in the Immortal Sect is in danger. I don't know when the real culprit will be found out."

Feng Ci pointed to the corpses all over the floor: "The last few times the Xianmen were killed, did people die like this?"

"Yes." Song Zhou nodded, "Brother Xie and the others brought back several corpses before, most of them were in such a state of death. I heard from them that this is..."

"Drain your spiritual power and die." Feng Ci said in a deep voice.

The usual murders are either for money or revenge, or for the pursuit of pleasure. In short, they will definitely ask for something.

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

Now finally got the answer.

What "he" wants is spiritual power.

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

***

That night.

A ray of Ling Ran sword light pierced through the thick clouds, descended from the sky, and landed in 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 followed quietly.The butterfly pattern was as gorgeous as clouds, but its wings were extremely thin. It trembled slightly and circled behind Pei Qianyue a few times, and finally landed on his robe.

And the latter remained unaware of it.

Pei Qianyue's figure quickly disappeared in front of him.

Feng Ci came out from behind the tree.

He held a faint ray of spiritual power in his fingertips, like a silk thread, connected to the butterfly in the distance.

Pei Qianyue said that Xianmeng didn't find any clues, and Feng Ci only thought he was farting.

But since he refused to speak, and Feng Ci didn't bother to deal with him anymore, why not come and see by himself.

But... what kind of place is this?

With no village in front and no shop behind, why did Pei Qianyue come here?

This forest is very large, Pei Qianyue walked slowly in front, and Feng Ci followed closely behind.After walking for about a stick of incense, Feng Ci finally yawned unbearably.

In the middle of the night, does this person take a walk here?

Did you know that sleep is very important for the elderly?

With his amazing kung fu, the shadows of the surrounding trees swayed, and there was a lingering sword energy coming from behind him in the wind.

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

Only then did he realize who the breath came from.

The spiritual power condensed in the palm suddenly loosened, and the tall body pressed up from behind, clamping his arms behind his back.

A slender and pale hand stretched out, holding the struggling golden butterfly in its mouth, and held it up to his eyes.

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

That hand tightened little by little, slowly crushing the butterfly into ashes.