This deity is handsome and splits the sky

After a stick of incense, Qingfeng on the bed opened his eyes.

He was being tied to the bed in a strange posture, like a bug wrapped in a cocoon, his whole body was tied up with a quilt, his right hand was hanging at the head of the bed, and his feet were tied at the end of the bed.

Qingfeng: "..."

Qingfeng turned his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Feng Qixue sitting in front of the table.

The night wind blows away the dark clouds, and the moon is exposed. The bright white moonlight shines from the window into the house, and sprinkles on the shoulders and hair tips of the wind-driven snow.

Feng Zhuixue supported his chin with one hand, nodded his head, and then with a "boom", the arm supporting his chin fell down, and Feng Zhuixue lay on the table completely motionless.

Qingfeng: "..."

With a little force from Qingfeng, the rope on his body split apart soundlessly. The injured wrist had already been carefully bandaged, but it was just a dull pain, which did not hinder his movement.Qingfeng made the bed, stepped forward, gently picked up Feng Cuixue, and put him on the bed.

After finishing all this, Qingfeng sat by the bed, did nothing, just stared at Feng Cuixue, with a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Qingfeng seemed to think of something, and suddenly lifted Feng Cuixue's sleeve, the silver ring was still on the pale and thin wrist, and the complex runes carved beautiful and strange lines on the one-finger-wide silver ring.

Seeing that the silver ring was intact, Qingfeng felt relieved, sat for a while, then stood up, picked up the golden sword that had fallen to the ground in the wind and went out.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the door, a bloody smell suddenly rushed into his throat, Qingfeng frowned, and immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Hua Zhen Yao Banner was already exhausted in his cultivation, and he used his blood as cinnabar to get faster, but he didn't expect that when his cultivation was exhausted, Hela would suddenly rush in, causing him to be restless and controlled by the demon .

Although he tried his best to suppress the inner demons now, his cultivation base has been exhausted, which caused the backlash.

Qingfeng stood outside the door and closed his eyes. After suppressing the tired look in his eyes, he walked out of the courtyard with his sword.

It was not long into the night at this time, and the house was brightly lit, and the servants were all surprised when they saw Qingfeng—didn't it mean that the fairy master retreated to draw amulets, why did he come out so quickly?

Qingfeng found the city lord's courtyard all the way, the servant said that the city lord was discussing matters in the study, so Qingfeng went straight to the study.

The study room in the courtyard was brightly lit, and when he walked to the door, a human voice suddenly came from inside.

"This matter must not be publicized, especially those two..."

The servant outside the door was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said to the inside: "City Master, Immortal Master Qingfeng is asking to see you."

The voice inside the door stopped for an instant.

After a while, the door of the study room opened, and the city lord greeted him with a face full of surprise, "Why did the immortal master leave the customs?"

Qingfeng glanced at the room, but saw Gui He and Gui Hong inside, but both of them had bruises on their faces and complex expressions, seeing Qingfeng's gaze, they quickly avoided their faces.

Qingfeng said: "Can I borrow a step to speak?"

The city lord looked at the two people in the room, but unexpectedly, Gui Hong took the lead and said: "Then we will go back first."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Guihe and went out the door.

"Two immortal masters, go slowly." The city lord smiled at Qingfeng again: "Please, immortal master."

After entering the study room, the two sat down, Cheng Zhang opened his mouth to ask something, he hesitated to speak, Qingfeng said directly: "One side of the demon-suppressing flag has been made, and it will be ready in the next day or so."

Seeing that Qingfeng came out so quickly, the city lord thought that Qingfeng had failed, so he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask. Now he heard that Qingfeng had really turned his face, he was surprised and excited at once, stood up and wanted to bow to Qingfeng to thank him, but unexpectedly Qingfeng He grabbed his shoulder first and pushed him back to the seat.

The city lord excitedly said: "Thank you, Immortal Master, thank you Immortal Master, the safety of Fengcheng depends on Immortal Master!"

Qingfeng put the golden sword on the table with one hand, and interrupted coldly, "Where did you get this sword?"

The city lord was taken aback for a moment, but saw that it was the golden sword that Feng Cuixue had given the day before yesterday. He was a little puzzled why Qingfeng came to ask on purpose, but he didn't show it on his face. He rubbed his hands with a smile, "I got it by accident at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. , the immortal master asked why?"

"Be specific."

The city lord's smile froze, and a trace of guilt flashed across his face. Qingfeng caught the other's fleeting emotions, and couldn't help but turn colder.

The city lord smiled and said, "A few years ago, when I was passing by the foot of Kunlun Mountain, I saw a merchant selling this sword. I saw the exquisite workmanship of this sword, and I was really happy, so I spent money to buy it."

There is nothing wrong with these words at first glance. It happened a few years ago, and it was something I bought casually. No one can fault it.

But Qingfeng's eyes were colder, staring at the city lord, and his voice was so cold that it was frightening, "When and where, and the name of that businessman, you can tell me in detail."

"How can I remember this clearly..." The city lord laughed awkwardly.

Qingfeng continued: "If there is even half a lie, I will kill you immediately."

How could the city lord have imagined that this chivalrous immortal teacher would change his face as soon as he said it, with sweat on his forehead and eyeballs rolling around, he said for a long time: "Let me think, let me think..."

"If you dare to make up nonsense, I won't be able to find anyone, and I will definitely come to you at that time." Those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through all lies, and the voice was chilling to the bottom of people's hearts.

Although monks are righteous, they have always acted casually. In addition, they have a higher status than ordinary people, especially a monk with a very high cultivation level like Qingfeng. It is easier to kill a person like him than to trample on an ant. He is certainly not a threat.

The city lord almost knelt down to Qingfeng immediately, and supported himself on the table with trembling wrists, trying not to let himself slide down, squeezed for a long time before forcing out an ugly smile, "The immortal master... recognizes this sword."

Qingfeng said coldly: "I just want to ask, why is the Mingxue Sword that my...friend buried at the foot of Kunlun Mountain in the past, why is it in your hands." When talking about friends, Qingfeng's voice paused slightly.

The city lord's body softened, and he sat down completely. He never thought that the things he used to please Qingfeng turned out to be Qingfeng's friends.

"Master Immortal, please forgive me. I really don't know about this." The city lord confessed with a mournful face.

It turned out that the city owner had worked with other people to make a living before. Five or six years ago, a few people traveled to Kunlun and dug out an underground palace at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. This Mingxue Sword was obtained there.After coming out of the underground palace, all the companions were killed by monsters, only the city lord escaped by chance and survived.

Later, when the group of monsters were born, the city lord didn't dare to run around anymore, and donated the money he had saved to become an official, and then he became the city lord of Fengcheng.

"If I knew it was your friend's sword at the time, I would never have dared to touch it." The city lord said with a mournful face, "Besides, and what happened later, I never dared to do such a bad thing again. , Master Xianshi has a lot, please forgive me."

Qingfeng looked at him with cold eyes, so frightened that the city lord dared not even catch his breath, pleading almost desperately, regretting that he shouldn't have taken out the sword in his heart.

After a while, Qingfeng finally withdrew his gaze, picked up the Mingxue sword and left.

The city lord sat slumped on the ground, his entire back soaked in cold sweat, and he couldn't even stand up for a while.

The next morning.

The morning sun came in from the window like a brocade, and the wind and snow were woken up by the dazzling golden light.

open your eyes-

He actually fell asleep! ! !

Why is he in bed! ! !

Where did Qingfeng go? ! !

The wind urged Xuexue to sit up fiercely, sighing secretly that she missed her sleep, and was actually run away by Qingfeng!He checked his body carefully to make sure that Qingfeng didn't do anything bad while he was asleep.

The house was clean and tidy, the demon-suppressing flag on the case was gone, and the golden sword was placed on the table. The sword seemed to have been carefully brushed, and under the sunlight, it looked radiant and dazzling.

Feng Cuixue picked up the golden sword and went out, wondering where Qingfeng people were for a while, and then thinking about where to go now, while thinking about it, she went out of the yard.

After walking for a while, the servants in the mansion came and went in a hurry, whispering to each other, and the atmosphere seemed extremely tense.

Feng Cuixue was wondering, but saw Qingfeng not far away, separated by a bush, Qingfeng seemed to be talking to someone.

——Will the Youth Summit still be ill...

Feng Zhuxue was still in fear, worried that Qingfeng would take revenge, so he immediately hid behind the bushes, praying that Qingfeng would never see him.

"Come out." A deep voice came from not far away.

The wind urged Xue to move away lightly...

A big palm grabbed Feng Cuixue's wrist, and Qingfeng's voice behind him was calm, even with a hint of gentleness and helplessness, "Why are you running?"