This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Feng Ci was able to become one of the leaders in the war between humans and demons, naturally it was not entirely because of the favor of heaven. On the contrary, before Tiandao chose him, he was already the number one figure among the world's peers.

    Feng Ci is extremely talented in practice, but also extremely hardworking, but after the war, people became idle and hardly practiced.

    Three months is neither long nor short.

    The body that Feng Ci is using now has a good foundation for cultivation. Coupled with his own cultivation talent, the early stage progress is relatively smooth.

    However, when approaching the exit, Fengci rarely encountered a bottleneck.

    There is no other reason, his soul power is too strong, even if this physical body is strengthened to the maximum, it is difficult to fully withstand his power.

    Deep in the cave, in the middle of the cold pool, a young man in white sat cross-legged. A faint stream of spiritual power lingered around him, illuminating the entire cave.

    Feng Ci frowned slightly, as if caught in some kind of illusion.

    The cultivator will inevitably sink into the depths of his consciousness when he encounters a bottleneck, but Feng Ci is not using his body now, so what he sees is Lu Jingming's memory.

     Feng Ci did not inherit the original owner's memory when he entered this body, and he did not intend to investigate later.

    Therefore, it is only now that he finally knows the life of the young man he has been living in for a long time.

    Lu Jingming lost both his parents when he was a child and was adopted by a kind-hearted family. Therefore, Lu Jingming was regarded as a disaster star. He lived on the streets since he was a child. It was not until he was seven or eight years old that he was rescued by the elders of Tianxuanzong and accepted as a disciple.

    His childhood experiences made Lu Jingming a little withdrawn. After he joined the Tianxuan Sect, he was worried that he would overcome the same sect and never interact with the same sect. Because he is a loner, he is not very popular among the teachers.

    Unexpectedly, in the tenth year of his apprenticeship, Tianxuanzong still had an accident.

    "Help, help me—"

    "I can't stop it, run away, run away—!"

    The originally peaceful and peaceful Tianxuanzong is now full of clamoring and shouting, and the light of spiritual power in the distance pierces the night sky, but it can't stop the young man walking slowly from the light.

    The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he resolved the sword qi that hit him. Then he raised his hand slightly, and a disciple was suddenly pulled forward by a suction force, and the young man slammed his neck. A steady stream of spiritual power was sucked into the opponent's body, and in an instant, only a shriveled and charred corpse was left in the young man's hands.

    As soon as he let go, the corpse fell to the ground. The young man didn't even look at it, he stepped over the corpse and looked for the next target.

    Feng Ci hid in the dark and saw everything clearly through Lu Jingming's eyes.

    This was the first time he saw the scene where he slaughtered his disciples.

    It wasn't until then that he really understood why Tiandao did not choose him, not others, but an empty shell without consciousness and emotion.

    Because the human race is always sympathetic, soft-hearted and reluctant, but puppets will not.

    This puppet is like a sophisticated instrument. No matter whether the person he encounters is stubbornly resisting or begging, he will only complete the task according to the established criteria.

    "You killed my master, killed my brother, I fought with you!"

    Wind Ci was a little distracted, and was pulled back by this familiar voice. He looked up, and a young man in a Taoist robe drew his sword and stabbed the young man.

    It's Meng Changqing.

    Feng Ci's pupils shrank, and the next second, he moved.

    No, not him, but Lu Jingming.

    When Lu Jingming hid in the dark just now, his body was still shaking uncontrollably, as if he was terrified. But at this time, he rushed out and stabbed the youth before Meng Changqing.

    Mash—

    The young man raised his hand and grabbed his sword with two fingers.

    Feng Ci raised his eyes, and through Lu Jingming's eyes, he met those eyes that he was very familiar with.

    "You, you are... Junior Brother Lu?!" Meng Changqing's voice sounded behind him.

    Lu Jingming said coldly, "Come on."

    “Junior Brother…”

    Lu Jingming shouted sharply: "I'll stop him, you all run away!"

    His voice was firm, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, showing the uncontrollable fear in his heart.

    Of course he will be afraid, after all, he is just a teenager. But he didn't back down, he even raised his head and looked directly at the uninvited guest in front of him.

    Feng Ci is now integrated with him, and he also perceives the thoughts in his heart.

    He hurt others.

    …he really is a nemesis.

    "Escape?" The young man in front of him smiled, his voice was clear and cold, "The destiny is so, you can't escape."

    The next second, Feng Ci felt that the spiritual power in the body began to drain rapidly.

    The loss of spiritual power is actually not painful, but it is very cold. Lu Jingming is so cold that his whole body is shaking, and his consciousness gradually begins to blur.

    Suddenly, the young man let out a "huh".

    The loss of spiritual power stopped.

    Lu Jingming raised his head, the young man's cold fingertips fell between his eyebrows.

    "I didn't expect to find it so quickly." The young man's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotions. "The most suitable body."

    Lu Jingming has lost most of his spiritual power, his face is extremely pale: "What are you talking about?"

    The youth did not answer, but asked, "You are willing to die for them, right?"

    "You..."

    Young man said: "If I promise to let them live, but I will take your life, will you?"

    "No way!" Meng Changqing interjected, "If you want to die together, our Tianxuan Sect will never do such a life-changing thing!"

    Lu Jingming was startled.

    He turned around and saw a young man standing not far behind.

    I knew so…

    Lu Jingming smiled lightly: "Brother Meng, thank you."

    Then, he turned around and said to the youth, "Don't hurt them, take my life away."

    To exchange his life for other people to live is considered a death well deserved.

    Lu Jingming closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come. He felt weird. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt a whirl in his head, and he lost consciousness.

    When I woke up again, more than ten orphans of Tianxuan Sect were on their way to Lingwu Mountain...

    The wind opened his eyes.

    He was still in the depths of the cave, a little bit of spiritual light illuminated the cave's stone walls, and also illuminated the blurred and transparent figure on the shore of the cold pool.

    "Lu Jingming." Feng Ci called softly.

    Young Chaofeng said goodbye: "The younger generation has seen the Holy Venerable."

    "Your spirit has long since dissipated and will not appear here." Feng Ci tilted her head, "Is it the remaining consciousness? Or is it a dream?"

    The teenager shook his head: "I don't know."

     Fengci asked: "Why did you come to me?"

    Lu Jingming said: "Help the Holy Venerable get out of the bottleneck."

    But the expression on Fengci's face did not change, and he said softly: "What do you want?"

    "The Holy Venerable's cultivation is limited now, it is nothing more than because he is still concerned about the safety of this body." Lu Jingming said, "As long as you don't care anymore, you will naturally be done."

     Fengci asked: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

    What Lu Jingming said, of course Fengci will not be ignorant. But once he did this, Lu Jingming's body would be in danger of collapse at any time.

    In the end, not to mention leaving a complete corpse, it may even be wiped out.

    Lu Jingming said, "I'm already dead, so what are you doing?"

    Wind Ci: "Then what are you asking for?"

    Lu Jingming said earnestly, "I hope that I will be sacrificed by myself to stop the upcoming killing."

    Fengci looked at him fixedly.

    The illusion just now made him finish the short ten years of Lu Jingming's life.

    It's a dull, yet extremely bumpy life.

     Fengci asked: "Why?"

    Lu Jingming asked him: "The Holy Venerable stepped forward and sacrificed his life to save the world, why?"

     Feng Ci fell silent.

    For what?

    Of course it's because I can't bear to see innocent people suffer, I can't bear to be charred by life, and I can't bear my own experience to repeat itself on others.

    Lu Jingming said: "My answer is the same as the Holy Venerable."

    But there are also people, maybe not strong enough to fight against a strong enemy, but they are still willing to sacrifice themselves, even if only as a cornerstone, a piece of rubble.

    Like the old fashion.

    Like Lu Jingming now.

    Wind Ci did not answer, only the slight sound of running water could be heard in the cave. But the vague figure could not stay for long, Lu Jingming's figure gradually became dim, Feng Ci asked him, "Do you have any other wishes?"

    "Tianxuanzong..." Lu Jingming said in a low voice, "The teacher's sect suffered a terrible disaster, and it was almost wiped out. If possible, I hope that the Holy Venerable can protect the last disciple of Tianxuanzong and leave a bloodline. "

    The word: "Meng Changqing."

    "Yes." Lu Jingming's voice began to become ethereal, "I hope the Holy Venerable will be fulfilled..."

    When his voice fell, the vague figure finally turned into a little light and disappeared into the cave.

    The wind opened his eyes.

    The water flowed softly in his ears, and he was the only one in the cave.

    As if what I saw and heard just now was just a dream.

    Fengci looked down at the water.

    The spiritual power in the cold pool has been absorbed as much as possible, and the clear water reflects the youth's delicate and agile face. Feng Ci quietly looked at the face and smiled softly: "Xiao Lu, you are embarrassing me."

    "...you should know that I am not doing this to save the world."

    On the contrary, it is precisely in order to better complete the tasks given by the heavenly way that he will retreat and practice here.

    The task that Tiandao gave him was to get rid of the puppet after the killing.

    He struggled and wavered, and even now, he has not made up his mind.

    But if you want to stop that killing, it is not just as simple as stopping the physical puppet, he will be the enemy of heaven.

    That's unbelievable.

    Feng Ci sighed softly.

    He closed his eyes again, and the spiritual light shrouded his side changed. Feng Ci no longer cared about the safety of this body, and tried his best to release all the spiritual power.

    It also reflects the entire depth of the cave as if it were daylight.

    In the early morning, the restriction outside the cave was suddenly broken, and a teenager walked out from inside.

    The young man is surrounded by a faint spiritual brilliance, and his temperament is not the same as before. Today, his eyes are quiet, and just standing there quietly can make people feel an invisible deterrent.

    It is closer to the original temperament of Fengci.

    He stood at the entrance of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air in the mountains and forests in the morning, and looked around.

    Unsurprisingly, no one.

    Feng Ci had promised Pei Qianyue before the retreat that the retreat would take ninety-nine to eighty-one days. According to the person's temperament, he would definitely stay in the Cave waiting.

    But...

    Feng Ci has missed the appointment again.

    He struggled for a long time during that bottleneck period, so long that he forgot the specific time. He didn't know how long he finally retreated, but he only knew that it must have been more than eighty-one days.

    His little black snake must be angry again.

    No one could be found in front of the cave, Feng Ci had no choice but to try their luck in the Valley of Witch Doctors.

    Fortunately, Xiao Guo is still here.

    The Xianmeng assessment is a major event in the Xianmeng, and the first of the six gates must participate. When Feng Ci arrived at the Witch Doctor Valley, it was just in time for Xiao Guo to lead his disciples out of the valley.

    Xiao Guo was stunned when he saw the young man appearing, and immediately asked his disciple to stand by, and pulled Feng Ci to a dark place.

    "It seems that the cultivation of the Holy Venerable has been successfully completed." Xiao Guo looked up and down and frowned, "But..."

    He paused and asked, "How long?"

    The wind said: "Three days."

    In order to allow this body to fully withstand the power of his own soul, he washed the marrow and bones, and strengthened the body to its peak state.

    But this state will not last long.

    Three days later, this body will completely collapse and become a complete waste.

    Feng Ci did not intend to explain too much to Xiao, but asked again: "Are you planning to participate in the Xianmeng assessment? The assessment content has been determined? When will it start?"

    "The assessment will start at noon today. The details will be discussed with the Holy Venerable on the road. Well, the flying boat sent by the Xianmeng to pick us up has just arrived." Xiao Guo pointed to the sky outside The flying boat parked on the ground said with a smile, "If the Holy Venerable is a quarter later at night, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch up. Is this the so-called, come early is worse than coincidence?"

     Fengci did not answer.

    He pretended to look at the flying boat, trying his best to keep his tone calm and indifferent: "Has Pei Qianyue been here?"

    Xiao Guo: "Of course City Lord Pei has come."

    "Then he..." Feng Ci touched his nose, feeling a little guilty, "Why doesn't he wait for me?"

    "Who said he didn't wait?" Xiao Guo smiled more deeply, "He waited for seven days and seven nights in front of the cave where the saints retreated. It's a pity that the saints haven't come out, Xianmeng There is no one to leave there, so I had to leave first."

    "It's a coincidence that City Lord Pei just left before dawn. It seems that he just missed the Holy Venerable."

    "Seven...seven days?"

    Damn, he made Pei Qianyue wait for him for seven days.

    This is really hard to coax.

    Feng Ci only felt that her heart was half cold.

     Realizing that he was a little rude, he coughed lightly and looked away: "Then he... What did he say before he left?"

    Xiao Guo: "I said."

    Wind: "What did you say?"

    Xiao Guo cleared his throat, deliberately slowed down his tone, and said: "He said: 'Qianqiu Shengzun, you can't believe a word of what you say, you are a complete big, liar, and son.' "