This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

     After hearing this, Feng Ci's expression sank.

    He raised his head and tried to find the slightest joke on Pei Qianyue's face, but there was.

    Pei Qianyue's words were very serious and heavy.

    Feng Ci stared at him for a long time, and then withdrew his eyes lightly: "Absurd."

    "Really?"

    The cold wind ruffled Fengci's hair on the temples, Pei Qianyue raised his hand to straighten it out for him, and slipped his fingertips from his forehead behind his ears, "What does the Lord think is absurd?"

    "Everywhere is absurd." The cold fingers lingered behind his ears, Feng Ci knew that he was old and didn't look at him, "So in your heart, Xiaohu has spent hundreds of years cultivating like this. It's not worth it to trap yourself in an illusion, you should practice revenge and then die with the Lord, is it worth it?"

    Pei Qianyue laughed: "What's wrong?"

    Fashion: "What's the difference between you and the decision?"

    He didn't think it was worth it for the little fox to do this, because the demon clan lived for a long time, so they shouldn't trap themselves in a fantasy world and in these old things. What's more, the illusion will be broken one day sooner or later, and there will be nothing.

    Pei Qianyue was okay, and gave him an even more absurd answer.

    Can't you have a choice to live for yourself?

    "And you—" Feng Ci wanted to say something, but the other party gently pinched his earlobe.

    Words: "…"

    Is this getting more and more presumptuous?

    With one hand still playing at the base of his ear, he could bear the wind and grabbed the other's wrist: "Believe it or not, I'll leave you behind?"

    Pei Qianyue said, "I know I'm wrong."

    …It is very refreshing to admit a mistake.

    Fengci let go.

    "But..." Pei Qianyue paused, "We already did."

    When the voice fell, Feng Ci only felt that his feet were empty, and his body fell straight down. In the event of danger, instinctively grabbing the things that are close to him, even if the wind and the air spell, it is difficult to stop his original instinct.

    He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Pei Qianyue, and even touched him, but met a smiling face.

    The next moment, his outstretched hand was gently held and pulled into a familiar embrace.

    A low smile rang out in my ear.

    Words: "…"

    Not chatting?

    Are you childish?

    Is it fun to scare him? ? ?

    Hanshan Temple is not far from the city of Gusu, and Pei Qianyue's sword can be reached in just a moment. He entered the city directly, but took the wind and fell into the woods outside the city of Gusu.

    Pei Qianyue put his arms around Fengci and slowly landed, and smiled in his ear: "Lord, don't be afraid, we are."

    Wind Ci sneered.

    He unceremoniously raised his hand and pushed, staggering and hitting the tree trunk by the roadside.

    The leaves rustled and fell, Feng Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left.

    "Lord." Pei Qianyue quickly caught up and stretched out his hand to pull him, "It was my fault."

    Fengci snorted coldly, it was reasonable.

    Pei Qianyue said: "But I think the Lord just said something wrong."

    Feng Ci glanced at him.

    Wind: "How?"

    "Because it can dilute everything." Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "The little fox will recover his memory one day, but later, hatred, pain, and even the memories of being with the monks have long been Wasting away. The Lord really thinks, he still can't get out of the illusion?"

    Feng Ci opened his mouth, not sure how to answer.

    But he knew that Pei Qianyue was right.

    Just like at the beginning, he was extremely disgusted with the war with the demons, disgusted by being driven by heaven, disgusted with death and hatred, and even at the risk of escaping from this world. But looking back now, some of these things have long since become irrelevant.

    Time really dilutes everything.

    "In that case, this choice is quite good." Feng Ci said.

    The little fox is too young to accept the pain of parting, so I would rather not go through it.

    Master Huikong may also know this and help the little fox create an illusion.

    Let the spirit of the monk of Hanshan Temple, in another form, accompany the little fox to grow up for a while.

    Wait for the pain to wear off and wait for the day when you can accept it all.

    "So I'm different." Pei Qianyue said, "I don't give myself the chance to forget."

    Wind remarks.

    In the early morning, the forest was very quiet, and the golden leaves were scattered by the breeze.

    Pei Qianyue was standing not far behind Fengci, Fengci turned back and asked in a low voice, "This is how you came here for three thousand years?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Yes."

    Wind Ci: "If I come back, you will continue to wait, if you can't wait, you will die?"

    Pei Qianyue answered.

    But the answer is self-evident.

    Feng Ci lowered her head and smiled softly: "I know how your inner demon came from."

    Three thousand years, even Feng Ci has forgotten the scars left by the battle of the devil, but Pei Qianyue has forgotten everything.

    There is hope and yearning for the future, which can become a driving force for living. But when this kind of expectation lasts too long in the bottom of my heart, even beyond the time spent, it becomes an obsession.

    The obsession is too deep, it is the devil.

    Besides, Pei Qianyue's obsession has lasted for three thousand years.

    Feng Cisheng let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little stuffy in her heart.

    How can he be.

    But what about the wind speech, he continued to walk forward, and found that Pei Qianyue was standing in the same place, and turned back: "Why don't you follow me soon."

    Pei Qianyue got cheap and sold well: "The Lord is not angry anymore?"

    Wind speech: "Are you going?"

    "Go." Pei Qianyue said slowly, "I just wanted to remind the Lord that the direction was wrong, it should be this way."

    He turned sideways, raised his finger and pointed behind him.

    Feng Ci looked over his fingers and saw the city gate in the distance through the heavy tree shadows.

    Words: "…"

    Is it strange that Qianqiu Patriarch has a poor sense of direction?

    He's here again!

    ***

    In the early morning outside the city of Gusu, there were already people who did not come to the market lining up to enter the city. Some of them spoke loudly in Wu Yu and the people beside them. Several young children ran quickly through the group, and the babies who had just woken up were crying in their backpacks.

    It's fireworks.

    Feng Ci took a deep breath, and finally felt that he was finally released from the heavy environment of Hanshan Temple.

    Pei Qianyue was in a hurry to enter the city, and first sent a letter to Xue Wei. While waiting for Xue Wei to come, he simply dismissed the roadside tea shop with the wind.

    As soon as they were seated, a second child came to serve them tea.

    Wind Ci did not understand: "Since he lives in the city, why don't Yu Jian directly look for him? He also walked in outside the city of Gusu. This mortal city is always forbidden. Empty array, right?"

    "That's true." Pei Qianyue shook his head, "But it's inconvenient to go straight to the city with the sword."

    Fashion: "Why is it inconvenient?"

    "Is this the first time this little fairy went down the mountain?" Waiting for Pei Qianyue to answer, the second child interrupted first, "Little Xianzun doesn't know anything, there are too many cultivators these days, If you throw a stone into the city, you can hit several people who have passed through Xianmen."

    "You cultivators fly in the sky and escape from the ground, such as, when there are more, the yamen is basically managed by the law. So, ah, a few years ago, the rules were issued, cultivators must pass through the city gates like ordinary people, Check the common documents or the jade orders issued by the cultivation sect."

    "So it is." Feng Ci nodded, and was curious: "What if you don't check?"

    Little Er pointed to the city gate, Fengci looked up, and a half-height square device was placed directly above the city gate.

      .Although there are too serious consequences, at most it is to re-examine and interrogate the tape, but it is a bit of a delay, isn't it?"

    Wind Ci asked: "Playing is also done by Wanfa Pavilion?"

    "Yes, it's called Wanfa Pavilion." Xiao Er said, "What they do is really amazing, I heard that they also made wood for pouring tea and sweeping the floor, which can automatically plow The cattle that are harvested from the ground. Alas, it’s a pity that some things are too valuable, and we little people are afraid that we will see it all in this life.”

    "...the tea is ready for you, just call me if you need something."

    Fengci thanked him, and the second tea shop turned back to work.

    This roadside tea shop, the tea is naturally not good, the right to quench your thirst. Feng Ci took a sip of tea and was still looking at the tracker on the distant city gate.

     Feng Ci said: "I still think that the things made by Wanfa Pavilion are only circulated in the cultivation world, and I think there are also folks, and they don't seem to be."

    Pei Qianyue added tea to him and said, "The government can afford the money, and Yuchichu naturally does not refuse."

    Feng Ci laughed: "Is he so short of money?"

    I think Pei Qianyue answered seriously: "Yes."

    Wind Ci was curious: "I thought Wanfa Pavilion should be the rich faction in the Immortal League."

     Qingjingzong is also very rich, because they make friends with powerful people, and the incense is flourishing. But this way of making money is not comparable to Wanfa Pavilion. The things made by Wanfa Pavilion can be sold to major sects. They can sell more if they produce more. They even want used goods that have been eliminated for several generations. The financial resources should be endless.

    Pei Qianyue said: "They do."

    Words: "Why..."

    "Because they consume a lot." Pei Qianyue explained, "The power source of the armored mechanism is the spirit stone. The things that he made can’t work. The things he keeps researching, even a small organ kite, consumes thousands of spirit stones before making the finished product.”

    "No wonder..." Feng Ci understood, "So he not only made deals with the cultivation world, but also with the wealthy businessmen of the private government, in exchange for enough spirit stones to support his research."

    Pei Qianyue nodded.

     Feng Ci was dumbfounded: "This will consume a lot..."

    The spirit stone is not only the energy source of the mechanism, but also the essential thing for the cultivator to practice.

    Natural spiritual stones are produced in places with abundant spiritual veins, but how can there be so many inexhaustible spiritual veins in this world?

    This is the reason why the major immortals have been fighting for spiritual veins all year round.

    Feng Ci took another sip of tea and said half-jokingly, "You have to persuade Pavilion Master Yuchi, and if you do it like this, don't even think about cultivating."

    In fact, the spiritual veins are not non-renewable, but the regeneration speed is very slow, and the environment is extremely demanding.

    With Yuchichu's consumption rate, she certainly can't keep up.

    In the long run, it will not even lead to the depletion of spiritual energy.

    Feng Ci once lived in a world where spiritual energy was depleted. Not only did the cultivators continue to practice, but even the demons and gods could not survive, and could only be eliminated one by one in the world. After that, no spells exist in this world.

    But thinking about this, Feng Ci felt a little unfounded.

    He shook his head and continued.

    ***

    After Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue finished drinking a pot of tea, Xue Wei finally finished.

    Nian looked like she had just woken up, her hair was messed up and she had a loose ponytail at the back of her head. The fabric on his body was actually pretty good. The light blue gown was embroidered with dark patterns, but the collar was slanted to one side, and the belt was knotted.

    Looks like a lot.

    "The city lord has been waiting for a long time." Xue Weiwei trotted over, panting while speaking, "Just... just woke up, not good."

     Feng Ci was silent: "...Aren't you some magic?"

    Even if you don't use the sword, can you use a little effort?

    Xue Wei: "Fuck, I forgot!"

    Words: "…"

    Is this really reliable?

    However, Feng Ci soon saw the usefulness of Xue Wei.

    Pei Qianyue and Fengci came to Hanshan Temple to investigate secretly and did not tell anyone. Now that he came to Suzhou, Pei Qianyue did not intend to reveal his identity, and showed the token of Langfeng City to the official.

    Three came to the gate of the city, and before entering, he saw the official greeted him: "Master Xue, are these two your friends?"

    Xue Wei made a serious appearance and cleared his throat: "Well, can we come in?"

    "Yes, yes, please." The official smiled and respectfully stepped aside.

    They were welcomed into the city so lightly.

    When they were far away from the city gate, Fengci asked, "What the **** are you?"

    "Xue Wei's father is a wealthy businessman in the city." Xue Wei paused, "No, it's my father now."

    Words: "…"

    Xue Wei touched his nose, but he could continue to say as if it were a matter of fact: "Anyway, in this Suzhou, except for the prefect, only the master of the Xue family can speak. Have you seen what the above is, it was bought by my father."

    It's roughly because Feng Ci is Pei Qianyue's disciple in Xue Wei's eyes, and he is the same age as him, so it's more natural to speak so much than to face Pei Qianyue.

    This year is a familiar one, Feng Ci and him have two words to open his chatterbox.

    From the Xue Mansion at the gate of the city, Xue Wei took the wind to talk about the local customs of Suzhou, what is there to eat and drink in the upper city, and there is a new beauty in Xiafengyue Pavilion , It's a pity that it only sells the arts and not the body, and I have said it all with Fengci.

     Pei Qianyue's face became more and more ugly.

    The Xue Mansion is located in the prosperous area of ​​Gusu City, Xue Wei led them to the gate of the Xue Mansion, and was still introducing Feng Ci: "Follow this road and turn right is a whole The Fengyuelou on the street, there is a casino across the street, but you have to play with me, they like to play new. And—”

    "Xue Wei." Pei Qianyue finally could bear the interruption.

    Xue Wei almost jumped up in fright as if her tail had been stepped on. He quickly restrained his sullen appearance, and said seriously: "My father goes out to buy goods, and he can't come back until noon. The city master will not rest at the mansion first, and I will introduce it to you when my father returns?"

    Pei Qianyue said coldly, "Lead the way."

      , "What do you think?"

    Pei Qianyue answered lightly.

    Xue Wei turned around and wanted to slip away, but was pulled by the wind again: "Where do I live?"

    There is only one bedroom in this yard.

    "Ah?" Xue Wei said blankly, "You don't live together..."

    His eyes touched Pei Qianyue's face, and his heart was so normal, he decisively made a look of embarrassment: "There is only one yard left in my house to live in, there is a real way, Brother Lu, Just go for it!"

    Words: "…"