This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

     Pei Qianyue slept for three more days.

    In the past few days, taking advantage of the time alone, Feng Ci helped Pei Qianyue to check it carefully.

    Pei Qianyue's state is not simply falling into a deep sleep. His current appearance is actually not much different from that of a practitioner who meditates in meditation.

      As for Pei Qianyue, it seems that he has no way to control the sea of ​​​​knowledge in a stable state, so he can only use foreign objects to force sleep.

    In short, he was out of control.

    As for the reason for this loss of control, Pei Qianyue's sea of ​​consciousness is too calm now, and the wind words can't be seen for the time being.

    If you want to know the truth, you can only ask after he wakes up.

    …Although Feng Ci doesn’t think this person will tell the truth to him when he is sober.

    To a certain extent, Xiao Hei, who is unconscious now, is indeed much cuter than when he was awake. Well-behaved, obedient, frank, and as clingy as he was three thousand years ago.

    Of course, these are only to some extent.

    After the consciousness was no longer controlled, the little black snake returned to the most primitive animal nature as a snake, but the nature of the snake...

    After Feng Ci moved into Linxiantai, he gave full play to his responsibilities as a disciple. In addition to playing with the city lord who now has only one snake in his mind, he also took the hall that seemed to have been looted by robbers by the way. Cleaned inside and out.

    There are hundreds of books and instruments in Pei Qianyue's hall, plus the furniture and furnishings that he destroyed when he was unconscious a few days ago.

    Feng Ci now feels a little guilty about her little black snake and wants to do something to make up for it, but she didn't use her spiritual power and did it herself.

    This is of course nothing to him. What is more unbearable is that the initiator of all this has to come to add to the chaos from time to time.

    Like now.

    Feng Ci is repairing a set of cheats with scattered pages.

    A slender and rounded snake head slowly protruded from the bottom of the table, climbed onto the table, and rubbed Feng Ci's wrist.

    Feng Ci rubbed it and said, "Play first, I'll finish this place."

    After finding all, it is necessary to restore and repair. After going back and forth, the snake uncle was left out in the cold.

    The black snake rubbed Fengci's wrist a few times, seeing that the latter ignored his intentions, lowered his head, and slowly shrank back.

    Then, change direction and climb up the wind along the ankle.

    The black snake climbed up little by little along Feng Ci's calf, wrapping its body around the waist and abdomen, and its tail quietly probed into the complicated hem.

    Where is this bastard? ? ?

    Three thousand years, Feng Ci has never let any living thing come close, let alone that kind of place.

    He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, but it was empty.

    The little black snake is always in a translucent state of consciousness. In this soul-like state, it can hide its body freely. As long as he wanted to, he could not let Feng Ci touch him.

    Wind Word can't touch him, but it can touch Wind Word.

    The snake's tail rolled up even more vigorously.

    “His—”

    The unfamiliar and cold touch made Fengci's scalp numb, he condensed a little spiritual power in his palm, reached in, and caught the lawless little black snake.

    "You're getting more and more arrogant now." Feng Ci took the black snake in front of him, and his ears were a little hot, "Don't think I'm really reluctant to beat you."

    Who taught the snake to dig into people's clothes so much?

    It's rude.

    The black snake just curled up and the tip of its tail shook.

    Wind Ci also pretended to be pitiful again, sneered, was about to say something, but saw the black snake's body shaking more and more.

    The wind lowered her eyebrows.

      The black snake's body trembled more and more, the snake's head was raised, and the empty gray pupils looked at Feng Ci.

    A surging spiritual pressure swayed from his palm.

    Feng Ci subconsciously let go, and the black snake's body turned into a cloud of blue smoke before it landed, floating in the air.

     Instead of disappearing, it was recalled.

    Pei Qianyue's sea of ​​consciousness...was awakened.

    ***

    Feng Ci quickly walked into the secret room.

    Xiao said that the soothing powder he ordered was only to assist Pei Qianyue to stabilize his sea of ​​consciousness. Whether Pei Qianyue could wake up and when he would wake up depended on his own breathing adjustment. results.

    But obviously, the awakening at this time is by no means the completion of pranayama.

    There is no one in the secret room.

    Pei Qianyue, who was lying quietly on the bed, has disappeared. The incense burner at the head of the bed was knocked to the ground.

    The whole room was empty, showing a dead silence.

    The jade used to build this house can completely isolate the sense of spiritual power, even if Feng Ji is in it, she will not feel where Pei Qianyue is. He calmed his breath and just walked to the bedside when he was suddenly thrown out by a force.

    The back touched the stiff jade bed, and what was pressing on him was not the cold and soft snake body, but a pair of hands.

    Fengci raised her head and met that beautiful face.

    A bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows.

    That is a sign of impending enchantment.

    Feng Ci's expression changed.

    An anger that hadn't appeared in a long time burst out from the depths of his body. It was an instinct that had existed in the depths of his soul for thousands of years and was engraved into his bones and blood by heaven.

    —hatred of demons.

    Feng Ci grabbed Pei Qianyue's wrist suddenly, her eyes cold as never before.

    "Kill him."

    "All devils be damned."

    "You have to do it, and there is no one else but you, you must do it."

    Feng Ci was expressionless, the free right hand condensed spiritual power, and in the void, a slender sword with pale golden spiritual power emerged.

    The sword body shook violently, making a surging sword sound.

    That is the sword that Feng Ci has not drawn for three thousand years.

    The sword name is Qianqiu.

    The pressure of spiritual power in the house was suddenly unbearable for ordinary people, and even Pei Qianyue, who was lying on Feng Ci, frowned. He obviously hadn't woken up yet, he just pressed Feng Ci's shoulders with both hands, tilted his head slightly, and looked a little confused.

    The clothes and hair on the two of them were all windless under the strong pressure.

    The black silk in front of Pei Qianyue also slid down at this time.

    Exposed those pair of very shallow pupils, empty but beautiful eyes.

    Feng Ci's hand that was about to hold the hilt suddenly froze.

    This is the first time Feng Ci saw his eyes.

    After transforming into a human form, those eyes are no longer as abrupt as a snake's body. The slender and thick eyelashes drooped down, the ends of the eyes were slender, but the brows and eyes were as clear as colored glass.

    It is like a clear spring, washing away all hatred and anger.

    Fengci closed his eyes and forcibly calmed down the anger surging in his blood.

    What is he doing.

    Have you waited for him for so long, just for his sword?

    For a long time, the spiritual pressure in the house finally dissipated, and the slender sword disappeared into the void. Feng Ci took a long sigh of relief, laughed softly, and released Pei Qianyue's wrist.

    "When you wake up, you'd better explain it to me."

    The tension in the house disappeared with Feng Ci's words, Feng Ci fell back on the jade bed, and the whole person relaxed.

    He bowed his head, and Pei Qianyue was still lying on top of him.

    Words: "…"

    Feng Ci pushed him: "Get up, let me see how you know the sea."

    After calming down, Feng Ci also saw that Pei Qianyue was not completely enchanted.

    There are two kinds of demons, born and nurtured.

    Born devils are born with devilish hearts and can only practice devilish arts. They are bloodthirsty and violent, and cannot be controlled. This type of demon was annihilated by Feng Ci three thousand years ago and completely disappeared from this world.

    It is not uncommon in this world to become a demon.

    Cultivation begins with foundation building, and will encounter various dangers on the way of cultivation.

    As for Pei Qianyue, perhaps his method of calming the sea of ​​consciousness worked, and his demonic heart had not yet swallowed him. But to what extent did he become obsessed and how to solve it, it also depends on what caused him to become obsessed.

    Wind Ci and the devil have been dealing with the devil for many years, and in a flash, he thought of a way in his heart.

     But the person who is pressing on him does not understand his good intentions.

    As if sensing that the crisis was over, Pei Qianyue's tense body gradually relaxed.

    He still behaved like a small snake, holding Feng Ci with both hands, lowered his head, buried it between Feng Ci's neck and sniffed lightly.

    When it was turned into a prototype, he did this kind of action a lot, but now that he is back in person, this action seems too intimate. Feng Ci turned his head uncomfortably, and Pei Qianyue didn't move closer, but changed direction.

    He moved over little by little, and covered Fengci's injured finger with his cold lips.

    I didn't care about these hands and almost cut him with a sword.

    Feng Ci knew that most of his blood had accidentally awakened Pei Qianyue's sleeping sea of ​​consciousness, so he healed the small wound long before entering the secret room.

    But Pei Qianyue didn't know.

    He just buried his head and licked his fingertips in the wind.

    The half-demonized Pei Qianyue had sharp teeth in his mouth, and the sharp teeth cut across the wound that had just been healed, and it was a little itchy.

    Feng Ci couldn't stand the itch, so she flinched slightly, but Pei Qianyue pressed him even harder.

    The demonic heart surging in the sea of ​​​​consciousness did not completely calm down. He looked at Feng Ci with those empty eyes, and a red light faintly flashed in the clear and shallow eyes.

    I don't know the reason for Pei Qianyue's infatuation, Feng Ci didn't dare to stimulate him at this moment, so he could only relax his body obediently.

    Pei Qianyue finally gave up the small piece of skin on his fingertips, he clasped Fengci's wrist with one hand, and pressed the whole person up again.

    Then, he tilted his head and bit Fengci's side neck.

    Two sharp teeth pierced the skin, hot blood gushed out, and was licked by Pei Qianyue.