This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    There is nothing you can do about it.

    He originally wanted to test more carefully why Pei Qianyue knew the concept of the small world, and why would he ask him such a question, but that **** was running too fast, and in a blink of an eye The shadow was also invisible.

    No way, he could only follow Yujian to Langfeng City.

    It wasn't until now that Feng Ci realized that when he came to Yaoshan, Pei Qianyue was still waiting for him on purpose.

    As a demon, Pei Qianyue's practice of the sky is easier than for mortals. Feng Ci was too lazy to spend any more energy, so he simply gave up, and slowly lowered his speed.

    When he returned to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, it was already dark.

    Pei Qianyue really disappeared a long time ago, Feng Ci entered the mountain gate through the teleportation formation at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and went directly back to the outer disciple courtyard.

    "Jing Ming, why are you here?"

    Because of Cheng Bo's relationship, the outer disciples did not dare to interact with Fengci very much, and only Song Zhou was a little familiar with him and could say a few words.

    Feng Ci did not understand his words without beginning and end, and asked: "Why can't I be here?"

    "You're not..." Song Zhou blinked his eyes suspiciously, remembered something again, and quickly dragged him out, "Go out and hide, don't let them see you—"

    “Why should I…”

    Before Fengci said a word, a shout suddenly came from the courtyard: "Isn't that Lu Jingming?!"

    Song Zhou: “…”

    Words: "?"

    After a while, Feng Ci was brought into the courtyard. Dozens of disciples from the outer sect were crowded in the courtyard, and the door of a disciple's room opposite was open, and Cheng Bo was helped out from inside.

    His forehead and cheeks were obviously red, swollen and bruised, and he sneered when he saw the word: "I'm willing to come out, eh?"

    Feng Ci has left the disciple house for a day and a night, and she doesn't understand what happened. He looked around for a week, and nodded tentatively: "Well, go out and get some air."

    "You still have a face--" Cheng Bo wanted to stand up in a hurry, but he didn't know where the injury was involved, and fell back on the chair with an "ouch".

    Wind Ci asked uncertainly: "This injury...Isn't it caused by 'I'?"

    Cheng Bo shouted: "It's not who you are, don't pretend to me here!"

    Words: "…"

    He ran out to follow Pei Qianyue last night. In order to prevent people from looking for him when he was not in the party, but no one could be seen, and more troubles, he arbitrarily pinched a substitute and placed it in the room, Pretending to be ill in bed.

      But doing that requires a lot of cultivation. Feng Ci was worried that this trip would require the use of spiritual power. In addition, most of the small disciples in the outer sect had low cultivation bases, so they should not see the difference, so they just made an empty shell for a short time. Pretend for a day or two.

    The avatar is not under his control, but has roughly the same personality as him, can communicate with people simply, and use some low-level spells.

    It stands to reason that it should not be done with people casually.

    Feng Ci didn't see the substitute at the moment, and didn't know what happened, so he said: "Senior Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I was burned in the afternoon. offend."

    Cheng Bo sneered: "If I'm confused, I can turn into a swarm of bees to chase me and sting. Junior and brother deserve to be an apprentice of Tianxuanzong. No wonder the city owner takes a fancy to him."

    Oh, that's his usual trick.

    Cheng Bo's face became even more indescribable.

    Song Zhou tugged at his sleeve behind him: "Say less."

    "Today is the day of class outside the door. Brother Cheng sent someone to look for you several times, but no one responded, so he went in person. Who knows, he just lifted your quilt and was taken by you. Turned out a swarm of bees and chased the mountains."

    Words: "…"

    Cheng Bo: "Are you laughing at me?"

    Wind Words: "No."

    Cheng Bo narrowed his eyes.

    He stood up from the chair, without asking his disciples to help him, he limped to Fengci and said coldly, "Lu Jingming, don't be too arrogant. I tell you, today you are pretending to be sick. I have already reported the truancy to the teaching elder. When the city master knows, he will definitely expel you from the teacher's door."

    "...you'll see."

    ***

    The mountains are empty, and the red maples are like the sea. On the cliff, someone sits and plays the piano.

    The sound of the qin was leisurely and ethereal, but the people who listened to the qin did not appreciate it: "Sect Master Wen, I know that when you were a teacher of the Qingjing Sect, it was secretly facilitated by his Pei Qianyue, and you were grateful to him, so Work for him. But don't forget, you are the Sect Master of Qingjing Sect now, so you should focus on the overall situation."

    The sound of the piano did not stop, and Wen Huaiyu's voice sounded leisurely: "That elder Chengchao thinks, what does Huaiyu do that does not focus on the overall situation?"

    "You're still pretending to be stupid in front of me!" Elder Cheng Chao scolded, "You let a snake demon sit in the position of the leader of the Immortal League, how dare you say that you take care of the overall situation?"

      Lei, is Lingxiaomen going to go against his own purpose of establishing a faction now?"

    "...In just two days, two immortal sects have been destroyed. You don't investigate the truth, but you are here to provoke the relationship between the six sects. Is this your overall situation?"

    Elder Cheng Chao's face suddenly became very ugly.

    He stood behind Wen Huaiyu with a gloomy expression: "You wouldn't take Pei Qianyue's words seriously, thinking that someone in the Six Sects would wantonly slaughter your comrades, would you?"

      Has the patriarch come into the world?"

    "No treasure, no magic weapon, only for murder. Pei Qianyue said he couldn't see the real intention of the murderer, can't you see it?" Cheng Chao sneered, "Why is it so coincidental? , All those who died were sects outside the Immortal Alliance, and the real murderer behind the scenes also wanted to tell the world, once you enter the Immortal Alliance, will you be blessed?"

    "Xianmeng, Xianmeng, isn't this Xianmeng established by him Pei Qianyue, who in the entire cultivation world wants the Xianmeng to rule more firmly than him?"

    "It's been five months, and people in the cultivation world are panicking. Many small sects are worried about causing trouble, and they have dismissed their disciples. But what about the Xianmeng, this year voluntarily joined the Xianmeng's sect and participated in the selection of the Xianmeng. The number of disciples has tripled."

    "—What exactly does this represent, Sect Master Wen, have you not thought about it at all?"

    The piano stopped abruptly.

    Wen Huaiyu raised her eyes and looked at the sky, the moonlight was hidden behind the mist, and only a hazy shimmer remained: "But it's all just your guess."

    "So, isn't this why I came to discuss with Sect Master Wen?" Cheng Chao's expression relaxed a little, "It's speculation now, but as long as we join forces with various factions to attack Langfeng City and capture them alive Pei Qianyue...the trial will take place at that time, and He Chou will not find any evidence."

    Wen Huaiyu fell silent.

    The elder Chengchao said leisurely: "Our Lingxiaomen will never allow Pei Qianyue to act recklessly. This time, the old man came to lobby Sect Master Wen on the order of the senior sect master. consider carefully."

    Wen Huaiyu asked softly, "How can you be sure that I will be on your side, not City Lord Pei?"

    "Sect Master Wen, Pei Qianyue is not our comrade at all, why should you protect him everywhere. If it is not for him to hold the true inheritance of Qianqiu Patriarch, how can he sit in that position? In other words..."

    Chengchao paused for a moment, and finally showed a smile in his eyes: "As long as he falls, everyone can get the true successor of Patriarch Qianqiu, and the position of the leader of the alliance can not be taken by everyone? ?"

    Wen Huaiyu's eyes moved slightly.

    After a while, the ethereal sound of the piano sounded again on the cliff, and Wen Huaiyu's low voice that was almost covered by the sound of the piano: "It's a pity that there are only you and me, I'm afraid Pei Qianyue can't do anything about it. Need to think long-term…”

    ***

    Feng Ci was not expelled by Pei Qianyue. In fact, since Yaoshan parted that day, Feng Ci has never seen Pei Qianyue again.

    Since that day Bo failed to get out of bed and was chased by bees for half of the mountain, even fewer people dared to approach him. Even when they came to tell him to work, they just stood far away in the small courtyard and called him.

    But the good thing is that besides arranging more work for him, Cheng Bo doesn't dare to trouble him any more.

    To inform this disciple that he planned to run away after shouting, but when he turned around, he was caught by a hand.

    Wind Ci came to him at some point, grabbed his back collar with one hand, and rubbed his eyes sleepily with the other hand: "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion... Didn't you just swipe it a few days ago? "

    Obviously just woke up, yawning while talking.

    "You loosen... loosen!" The disciple struggled for a while, but he couldn't break free.

    "Listen, how dare you not listen." Feng Ci said, "I just want to ask, is there any other place?"

    "Where do you want to go?"

    The word: "Linxiantai."

    The disciple looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

    Feng Ci smiled at him cheerfully: "I know that the brothers are afraid to set foot in Linxiantai. The city master treats me well. If there is a work in Linxiantai, I will be happy to do it for the brothers."

    Feng Ci really wants to meet Pei Qianyue again.

      There is something wrong with Feng Ci, and he doesn't like to keep things in his heart, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't make things clear.

    So these days, Feng Ci really misses Pei Qianyue a little bit like every three autumns.

    But for several days in a row, Pei Qianyue locked himself in Linxiantai, never went out, and never left the school again. .

    Being forced to do nothing, he could only think of another way.

    But the disciple replied: "Linxiantai, don't think about it for the time being."

    Wind: "Why?"

    "The inner door sent the deacon senior brother to come over and said that the city lord has been retreating in Linxiantai these days, let us all stay away from Linxiantai."

     Fengci was surprised: "Why did you suddenly retreat?"

    It wasn't fine a few days ago.

    "The city lord wants to retreat, how can I know why." The disciple finally pulled the collar out of Fengci's hand and shouted, "In short, in short, you hurry to work, don't All day long to find excuses to be lazy. I don’t read books every day, and I don’t practice swords. There are so many things to do now, so you can forget about being lazy.”

    The disciple scolded and walked away, but Feng Ci restrained the smile on his face, and his eyes sank slightly.

    It's so good, so close it.

    What happened?

    ***

    On Linxiantai, the guard disciples stood on both sides of the magic circle with solemn expressions. The 300-level white jade stone steps behind him towered into the clouds, and the towering and quiet high hall was vaguely visible in the smoky clouds.

    The door of the main hall was tightly closed, and a cloud of blue smoke drifted in silently.

    Feng Ci appeared in the hall.

    Different from usual, his body is translucent, his feet vacantly landed on the ground, leaving no sound.

    There are still no lights in the hall, but it is much more chaotic than the last time he came. Feng Ci frowned and floated in, seeing broken vases, tea cups, and even smashed chairs.

    …To describe a mess is light.

    The entire hall could not feel the slightest breath of Pei Qianyue, but after the last experience, Feng Ci did not dare to slack off, held his breath, and quietly entered the inner hall.

    But he searched for a large circle inside and outside the hall, but found no trace of Pei Qianyue.

    Where is this guy?

    At this moment, Feng Ci felt that something in the darkness touched his leg.

    He slipped into Linxiantai, using the state of separation of consciousness, which is no different from the soul. It stands to reason that unless he actively touches it, the things next to him will never touch him.

    But the thing happened.

    More than just touching it, the thing rubbed twice at the hem of his clothes and drilled directly under the hem of his clothes.

    The sensitivity of spiritual consciousness far surpasses that of the physical body, Feng Ci trembled uncontrollably, and knew what it was.

    That's... a snake's tail.