This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Langfeng City, near Sendai.

    "So... do you really have a way to slow down the depletion of spiritual veins?" Pei Qianyue asked, leaning on the table.

      After sleeping for a full seven days, Pei Qianyue finally recovered completely and was able to transform again.

    However, Feng Ci was worried about his health, so he just asked Xiao Que to check the pulse.

    "Of course not." Feng Ci sat on the side eating melon seeds and shrugged, "Even Heaven has not deduced the best plan, how can I have a solution?"

    "But—" Pei Qianyue paused and said, "But if you can't stop it successfully, after a thousand years..."

    "That's all a thousand years from now." Feng Ci interrupted him and didn't take it seriously, "It's natural for the boat to go straight to the bridge."

    Pei Qianyue: "…"

    "What are you worrying about." Feng Ci said, "The reason why the consumption was so serious before was because the cultivation world didn't realize the problem. Now that you realize it, there will always be a solution. You Didn't you say that you want to let the Xianmeng lead the cultivation world, how to arrange the spiritual resources in the future, isn't it all you have the final say?"

    "You..." Pei Qianyue took a deep breath, "You are completely unsure."

      Arrived, are you still alive? In such an emergency, I can think of a way to fool around... Cough, persuade Tiandao, it's not bad."

    Pei Qianyue was expressionless: "You missed your mouth."

    Sure enough, she's cheating.

     Fengci coughed lightly, and stopped talking.

    Pei Qianyue sighed softly and said, "Heavenly Dao will believe you."

    "He has to believe me." Feng Ci poured himself another cup of tea, and said leisurely, "Who makes him unable to do anything, use massacre to stop the development of the cultivation world, what is this? bad idea."

    Since the door to self-cultivation has been opened, even if the craze for self-cultivation among the people really fades this time, after ten years and a hundred years, one day, this wind of self-cultivation will definitely rise again.

    Fengci shook his head: "It's better to block it..."

    "If he had understood the truth earlier, why would things be like this?" Pei Qianyue laughed lightly, "In my opinion, he just wanted to leave this matter to you."

    If there is no wind to take the initiative to take on this responsibility, Tiandao will have to continue to find a suitable messenger in the world to complete his task of slaughtering Xianmen. This matter has been exposed once, and if you want to continue, it will be difficult.

    The way of heaven is not difficult to ride a tiger.

     Feng Ci proposes this transaction, which is equally beneficial to Tiandao.

    "Who said no." Fengci sighed, "If it wasn't for..."

    He just said here, his voice suddenly stopped, and he glanced at Pei Qianyue subconsciously.

    Pei Qianyue tilted her head: "For what?"

    Pei Qianyue pursed her lips and said nothing.

    The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little subtle, but Xiao sat at the table, lowered his head and dared not make a sound. The two talked about such a confidential matter, but they didn't mean to avoid him at all, but Xiao was also very frightened when he heard it.

    Pei Qianyue urged coldly: "Is it okay?"

    Xiao was stunned for a while, then realized that he was talking to himself, and quickly released Pei Qianyue's pulse: "Okay, okay."

    "The city lord's body is no longer in serious trouble, so don't worry. And...it seems to be a blessing in disguise, and there is no longer any trace of the devil's heart in the city lord." Xiao Que said.

    "Ah?" Feng Ci was startled, and reached out to explore Pei Qianyue's spiritual veins.

    I can't detect a trace of magic.

    He withdrew his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Tiandao really hates demons..."

    Even Pei Qianyue couldn't even see the demon heart that was about to emerge in Pei Qianyue's body, so he sucked it away.

    Xiao continued: "However, the city lord has lost thousands of years of cultivation this time, and non-immortal pills can make up for it, but he can only practice diligently and strive for an early recovery."

    Thousands of years of practice were destroyed, but Xiao, as an outsider, couldn't help but feel regretful.

    Pei Qianyue did not show any regret on his face, he leaned on the cushion, his white hair hung down on the seat, and said in a low voice: "Just rely on practice to make up, is it slow? some?"

    Xiao Que: "Huh?"

    "As the leader of the Immortal Alliance, I am a leader of the Xianmeng, and I don't know how many people in the cultivation world are waiting to replace him. Now that I have lost so much cultivation, if I encounter a rebellion like Xuanyangzi of Chengchao again I'm afraid it's hard to resist."

    Xiao was silent.

    He said in his heart that you have three thousand years of cultivation, and now you have lost one thousand years, and there are still two thousand years of cultivation. Among those juniors in the cultivation world who have only practiced for decades, who can beat you?

    Furthermore, now that the Qianqiu Sage has returned, with the support of the Sage, who would dare to disrespect you?

    But he said nothing.

    Serving by the side of the city lord for so long, it is impossible for him to not even learn this.

    Therefore, Xiao just sighed very cooperatively and made a worried look: "It is true."

    Pei Qianyue pondered: "If there is any way, the cultivation base can be quickly improved..."

    He didn't finish his sentence and fell silent. But Xiao blinked blankly, looked at Pei Qianyue, and then looked at Feng Ci who was sitting next to him, and Fu Ling understood what Pei Qianyue meant.

      ."

    Pop.

    Feng Ci put the teacup in his hand on the table.

    Xiao stood up in fright.

    Feng Ci is no longer the youthful appearance. He used to look cold and steady, but he just sat there without saying a word, with a majesty that people did not dare to disobey.

    To a certain extent, it is more terrifying than the Lord of the City.

    Xiao felt that his reaction was a little overreacted, he pretended to be calm, and said sternly: "But the method of double cultivation is a unique cultivation method of the Hehuan Sect. Check the books in the library."

    Pei Qianyue didn't answer, Fengci didn't speak, just played with the rim of the cup leisurely.

    The hall fell into a dead silence.

    Xiao Que was sweating.

    For a long time, Pei Qianyue said with compassion: "Go."

    "Yes!"

    Xiao was in a hurry and ran away.

    The hall became quiet again.

    Feng Ci smiled lightly, and tilted her chin to look at him: "It's just been a while since I woke up, and you've been playing tricks with me? Shuangxiu... I dare, you who are just recovering from a serious injury, can you?"

    Not now.

    The owner of his house is still not out of breath.

    Pei Qianyue didn't answer, and reached out to the table to pull Fengci's hand, but was avoided by the latter.

     "Speak well, do what you do." Feng Ci said coldly.

    Pei Qianyue asked: "Master is still angry?"

    "No." Feng Ci stood up leisurely, his tone still very gentle, "I just remembered, I seemed to have said three months ago, if you dare to mess around behind my back, don't think about it in the future. touch me."

    He leaned slightly and smiled: "I'm doing what I say."

    Feng Ci stood in front of Pei Qianyue's seat, leaning over like this, her breath suddenly got very close to Pei Qianyue. But when the latter reached out to him subconsciously, he didn't catch anything.

    He sat on the seat, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "When will the master be willing to forgive me?"

    Words: "…"

    This person did it on purpose? ? ?

    Fengci almost relented, and quickly looked away: "Look, look at your performance."

    Pei Qianyue still lowered his head, not sure if he was really sad.

    Feng Ci couldn't see him like this, and quickly changed the subject: "So, what are you going to do next?"

    "What do you mean by master?"

    "Xianmeng." Feng Ci said, "Didn't you promise in front of Heaven that you would let the Xianmeng lead the cultivation world and manage the spiritual veins?"

    Pei Qianyue fell silent.

    Wind: "What's wrong?"

    He moved his fingertips and said hesitantly, "If I say it, can the master not be angry?"

    Words: "…"

    Feng Ci gritted her teeth: "Speak."

    Pei Qianyue got up.

    The portraits of the Qianqiu Sage were still hanging behind him. Pei Qianyue walked to the portrait in the center and cast a spell. The portrait was lifted slowly, revealing the hidden space inside.

    In the dark compartment, there are several documents.

    "I have written the plan for the reform of the Immortal League." Pei Qianyue said, "I originally thought that if I... fail to come back, the master will definitely come back again. This place, find these things. And then…”

    Feng Ci will do it all for him.

    "...You bastard." Feng Ci's throat was a little dry, and he gritted his teeth, "I won't help you... You are so disobedient, why should I help you."

    "I know." Pei Qianyue took out the documents and whispered, "Master will be very angry when he learns the truth, but I had no other way at that time..."

    Fengci frowned.

    He suddenly grabbed Pei Qianyue's shoulder and shoved the person back to the seat.

    The documents in his hands were scattered all over the floor, but Feng Ci didn't care. He leaned down and pressed Pei Qianyue tightly into the seat with one hand: "There is no other way, is this why you choose to die?"

    "Pei Qianyue, I'll say it for the last time." He stared at Pei Qianyue's still pale face, and said coldly, "If you don't obey me any more, hide it from me, I really I will give you a blood contract. If you are not afraid, you can try it."

    Feng Ci's appearance is indeed very oppressive now, his expression is cold, and there is obvious anger in his eyes.

    Pei Qianyue suddenly laughed softly.

    His hand covered it and held Feng Ci's hand.

    "I'm very happy, Master." Pei Qianyue raised his other hand and brushed Fengci's profile lightly, "You can say that, you are willing to stay, I really —"

    "What nonsense are you talking about." Feng Ci couldn't stand his emotional appearance, turned his head sideways, suddenly exerted force, and pulled his hand out of Pei Qianyue's palm.

      It's like... as if I like you a lot."

    Pei Qianyue couldn't hold back and smiled again: "So, does the master not like me?"

    "Who would like you." Feng Ci could almost feel the invisible gaze falling on him, sweeping across his back inch by inch. His ears were hot, and he said vaguely, "Just coax you."

    The smile on Pei Qianyue's face became deeper, and his tone became light: "Okay, just coax me."

    Feng Ci's eyes fluttered everywhere, seeing the documents that Pei Qianyue had thrown all over the floor, and scolded: "Quickly pick up your unfortunate things, say it first, I will never help , go get it yourself."

     Pei Qianyue raised his hand, and several papers flew into his hand.

    "The master is right, it is indeed an unlucky thing." Pei Qianyue put the document back on the table, and if he pointed, "In that case, you might as well change someone to do it."

    Fengci looked back in surprise.

    Pei Qianyue performed another trick, summoning a light mirror.

    Feng Ci recognizes it, and what is reflected in the mirror is the Purity School.

    The next day, Wen Huaiyu, the sect master of Qingjing Sect, came to Langfeng City.

    The leaders of the two factions closed their doors and negotiated for a day and a night. Pei Qianyue handed over the reform of the Xianmeng to Wen Huaiyu.

    In order to prevent this person from doing white work, he even sealed the post of deputy leader, with the right to act as the leader. When Pei Qianyue resigns, Wen Huaiyu will be the next leader.

    Wen Huaiyu naturally accepted this arrangement.

    It's a bit uneasy.

    "Aren't you afraid that Wen Huaiyu will become the next Xuanyangzi?" Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue stood side by side on Linxiantai, looking at the back of Wen Huaiyu leaving, and asked leisurely.

    Pei Qianyue said: "With the master there, he would not dare."

    When Patriarch Qianqiu appeared in the Lingxu Cave Heaven Formation, he gained a reputation in the world of self-cultivation. With him in the background, no one dared to cross with Pei Qian at this time.

    So even if Wen Huaiyu was dissatisfied with this order, she would not dare to say it.

    "Do you know what you call it?" Feng Ci looked at him, "You call it bullying."

    Pei Qianyue smiled: "Then the master is willing to let me rely on it."

    Feng Ci was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and walked into the hall, but was pulled by Pei Qianyue again.

    "What?"

    Pei Qianyue said: "The reform of the Xianmeng cannot be completed overnight. Wen Huaiyu is a good man and is best at dealing with these things. The master need not worry."

    Fengci responded with a "hmm".

    Pei Qianyue said again: "At Wanfa Pavilion, I have sent someone to assist Yuchichu in mining spirits and return essence, I believe there will be results soon."

     Fengci asked: "What are you trying to say?"

     Feng Ci fell silent.

    He didn't know what answer Pei Qianyue wanted.

    Now that everything has been decided, Feng Ci is still the son of heaven in this thousand years, shouldering the mission of staying in this world. As he said to Tiandao, he voluntarily remained in this painful shackle because there were still things in this world that he couldn't give up, and there were people he...he couldn't give up.

    But what exactly is this feeling, Feng Ci still can't figure it out to this day.

    Linxiantai snowed a little or not last night, and the cold plums were blooming on the branches with crystal clear ice flowers. Feng Ci looked at that Hanmei, remembering that it was here that he was tested by Pei Qianyue for his identity.

    "Xiao Hei." Feng Ci asked in a low voice, "In the Xianmeng rebellion, why were you sure I would save you?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Because the master loves me."

    "But at that time, I definitely didn't like you." Feng Ci walked under the plum tree, raised his hand to stroke the plum branch, and said softly, "You are my only old friend in this world, If you are going to die in front of me, I will definitely try my best to save you."

    This time, and the previous few times, there is no difference in essence.

    In this case, how can you tell what kind of feelings he has for Pei Qianyue?

    How can he tell whether he likes Pei Qianyue or because of the guilt he owes.

    Pei Qianyue did not answer.

    He stepped forward and hugged Feng Ci from behind: "Master is afraid, right?"

    "You're afraid that this feeling is just a whim, you're afraid that what you're doing now is just because of your guilt towards me, you're afraid that one day, you will regret today's decision, right? ?"

    Fengci closed his eyes.

    Is he afraid?

    Maybe.

    A thousand years is not a small number. People who live for ten years will experience countless changes, let alone a thousand years. Feng Ci has seen too many feelings that have been lost in the years. If he is like that, what should he do?

    "Master, my heart continues to beat because of you." Feng Ci's back was pressed against Pei Qianyue's chest, and he heard the other party's deep voice, "You worry about time It will kill everything, then we will let time prove it and don’t worry about it now.”

    "As for whether I like it or not...I have a way to prove it."

    Feng Ci turned to look at him: "What?"

    "The master said earlier that as long as the power of the soul is strong enough, I can go to and from the world of Xumi with you." Pei Qianyue said seriously, "I wonder if I can do it with my current cultivation. "

    Feng Ci frowned: "What do you want to do?"

    "I want to be a mortal with my master." Pei Qianyue said, "Seal the memory of the soul, forget the past, and start over."

    There will no longer be those three thousand years of entanglement, and those who owe each other, let's see where they will eventually go.

    Feng Ci laughed: "You think I haven't tried it?"

    During the three thousand years of traveling through the Xumi world, he also closed the memory of his soul and wanted to thoroughly enjoy the life of a mortal.

    That life was really good at first, but it was still lonely in the end.

    Fengci tried it once, and found it boring, so I never tried it again.

    When Pei Qianyue said this, he was indeed moved.

    He wanted to know whether Pei Qianyue would like him without the grace of saving his life and the obsession of waiting for three thousand years.

    Pei Qianyue asked softly in Fengci's ear, "How about you, do you dare to gamble with me?"

    "What's not to dare." Feng Ci smiled, looked at the handsome face of the other party close at hand, and half-jokingly said, "But, if you like it in Xumi World Others, when they come back, will be severely taught by me."

    Pei Qianyue nodded and replied, "Okay."

    After he finished speaking, he half hugged and half hugged Feng Ci and walked towards the main hall.

    Wind: "What are you doing?"

    Pei Qianyue said seriously: "My cultivation is depleted too much, I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass through the barrier of Xumi's world, but Xiao has already found the secret technique of Hehuan Sect, and it will be hard for the past few days. master."

    "No...Wait, who promised you to practice the secret technique of the Acacia Sect, the dignified sage of Qianqiu, you dare to use this seat to make up?! Feng Xiaohei, you let me down-! "

    With a creak, the door of the main hall of Linxiantai slowly closed, also masking Feng Ci's scolding.

    Three days later, Qingjingzong announced to the world and decided to re-establish the Xianmeng, expand the powers of the Xianmeng, and manage the cultivation world in a unified manner. Some people agree with this move, and some people oppose it. The reform was carried out vigorously for several months, and it was not until half a year later that the dust settled.

    At the same time, after several months of searching and excavation, Wanfa Pavilion finally dug out a large number of spirits from the depths of a spiritual vein. In this way, it is only a matter of time before this thing officially replaces the spirit stone as the power source of the armor mechanism.

    As for the two of Langfeng City, they said that they were seriously injured when they fought against the puppets and needed to retreat for a period of time. During the retreat, all the affairs of the party were handed over to Xiao Que to handle.

    But where it actually went, only Xiao, who was left to sit in Linxiantai, knew.

    Three months after the completion of the Xianmeng reform.

    Xiao raised his head from the pile of documents and rubbed his eyes.

    After the reform of the Xianmeng, the affairs were only a lot more than before. Although most of them were completed by the Qingjingzong, Langfeng City could not be completely alone.

    Xiao yawned, but saw the palace door slowly open.

    A familiar figure appeared outside the door.

    "The city...the city lord?!" Xiao Que quickly got up and knelt down, "I have seen the city lord!"

    The flow of time in each world is different, so it is not surprising that Pei Qianyue came back so quickly. Not seen in March, Pei Qianyue's appearance did not change in any way.

    Pei Qianyue answered lightly, walked to the table in front and sat down.

    Pei Qianyue said: "Not yet."

    The voice is low and calm, no emotion can be heard.

    Xiao was shocked.

    When he knew that these two were going to Xumi World, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. There are countless mortals in this world, and both of them have sealed their memories. It is possible for anyone to meet and what to happen.

    Now that the city lord is back alone, is this…

    What unpleasant happened?

    Xiao was very curious, and didn't dare to ask more, only to hear Pei Qianyue indifferently say: "You go down first."

    “…Yes.”

    Xiao left with full of curiosity, while Pei Qianyue poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly.

    Before a cup of tea was finished, footsteps were heard outside the hall.

    And a familiar clear voice.

    "It's so ruthless, little black." A young man dressed in white stepped into the hall, "I ran away first, and left me there alone?"

    Pei Qianyue's lips finally showed a little smile.

    Pei Qianyue asked him, "How long has the master been there?"

    Wind speech for a while, look away: "Three years."

    The time in the world they chose was extremely fast. They only left for three months, but they spent more than ten years there.

    Feng Ci even stayed three years longer than Pei Qianyue.

     Hearing this, Pei Qianyue smiled even deeper.

    Feng Ci threw the teacup in his hand, leaned forward and held Pei Qianyue condescendingly: "Did you do something to your body?"

    "No." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "But my soul is yin, and mortals can't bear this yin and evil energy, so they are weak and sickly, and their lifespan is not long."

    Feng Ci narrowed her eyes: "You don't tell me, you still... You still haven't woken me up."

    They fell in love again in the world of Xumi, but unfortunately Pei Qianyue's body was weak and sick all the year round, and finally died young.

    After Xumi's body dies, Pei Qianyue will restore the power of his soul and all his memories.

    But he did not choose to wake Feng Ci, but came back early.

    "The master wants to know whether your feelings will be worn down by time, and I also want to know." Pei Qianyue's tone was still calm, "I won't be able to bear it if I continue to stay there."

    Feng Ci did not answer, Pei Qianyue continued: "Fortunately we tried it out, didn't we?"

    “…How did you feel during those three years?”

    Feng Ci tilted her head not to look at him: "I don't feel anything."

    "Lie." Pei Qianyue pulled him into his arms and stroked his sideburns little by little, "The day my soul left the body, my consciousness had not yet died, I saw the master for me I cried. I cried so much."

    Fashion: "I thought I was a mortal."

    "So." Pei Qianyue asked him softly, "How did you come here in the past three years?"

    Fengci choked in his throat and closed his eyes: "Life is better than death."

    They did try it.

    Every day without Pei Qianyue, he spent in endless nostalgia. This pain and nostalgia did not fade away with time, but lasted forever.

    Feng Ci lasted for three years, but in the end I couldn't hold it anymore, so I decided to accompany him.

    Then when he opened his eyes, he recovered his memory and came back here.

    Pei Qianyue stroked Fengci's back, raised his head and wanted to say something, but was kissed by Fengci.

    The kiss went from shallow to deep, and finally seemed to be biting and venting.

    "You lunatic... bastard..." Feng Ci bit him fiercely, and tasted blood in his mouth, "It's because I pet you... because I like you..."

    Pei Qianyue was startled.

    He pushed Fengci away a little, lifted the other's chin, and said softly, "Say it again."

    "What did you say?" Feng Ci said in a sullen voice, "Have you not heard enough in Xumi World?"

    "That's different."

    Feng Ci was too lazy to pay attention to him.

    He continued to lower his head to kiss him, but Pei Qianyue didn't hear what he wanted to hear and refused to give in. Feng Ci didn't have the patience to coax him at the moment, and he moved his hands after kissing him twice. The two fell from their seats, overturning the table in front of them, and the pen and ink fell all over the floor.

    The hall was in a mess, and Feng Ci pressed Pei Qianyue to the cold ground of the hall.

    "Pei Qianyue, you're finished." Feng Ci's breathing was a little unsteady, his lips had been punctured long ago, and his clothes were messy, "Why don't you make up for me this time, I'm not done with you."

    Pei Qianyue's hair was also scattered, and the black and white hair was entangled on the ground.

    He grabbed Feng Ci's clothes and still smiled: "Okay, I'll make up for you."

    Use this life.

    Use the rest of your life.

    Life after life.