This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

Qianshan main hall.

The walls on both sides are lit with long lights, but there is a layer of black gauze in front of the lights, the light is very dim, and the main seat in front is almost completely hidden in the darkness.

"A word, are you willing to give it?"

Yu Chi Chu paced back and forth in the hall.

His legs were made of black wood, and he didn't wear shoes. He walked with a clattering noise, which seemed a little weird in this dimly lit hall.

People with disabilities usually do not want others to see their disability.

But Yu Chichu is different, on the contrary, he is even happy to show them.

After all, there is no other person in the world of self-cultivation who can make a prosthesis so delicate, even better than a real leg.

"I can see that you have no interest in the child surnamed Lu, why did you give him to me?" Yu Chichu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "You even sent people to sweep the floor. What's the point... Do you know that he may be a prodigy of magic!"

"Just because he broke your instrument?" Pei Qianyue, who was sitting in the main seat, said lightly.

Yu Chi took a step and quickly denied: "No, who said that, my instrument is in good condition and not broken!"

After he finished speaking, he stopped walking, silently returned to the side and sat down.

"I just think I have a relationship with him." Yuchi said, "Anyway, you don't want him, so why stay? I don't believe you are such a big Langfeng City, and you still lack a sweeper."

Pei Qianyue: "He voluntarily stayed."

"You won't get it if you don't accept it?" Yuchi snorted coldly, "Why didn't I know that the first seat of the Immortal League, the city lord of Langfeng City, also began to respect the wishes of his disciples, and his heart softened?"

"You don't know."

"Pei Qianyue!" Yu Chichu stood up suddenly, "I understand, you are fighting against me. If it wasn't for your relationship with Qianqiu Patriarch, I wouldn't—"

In the darkness, something roared.

"Pei Qianyue, what's wrong with you?" Yu Chichu scolded.

The man sitting in the dark straightened his sleeves, his tone still calm: "I heard that your practice of longevity has not progressed well recently. If you don't want to continue, I don't mind helping you free yourself."

Yu Chichu: “…”

"Okay, I'll go." Yu Chichu said, "I'm not a new disciple, I'm not too rare."

He scolded and walked out, but Pei Qianyue suddenly stopped him.

Yu Chi took a step and turned back: "What? You don't know how many spiritual stones I spend every day, the spiritual veins you gave me are not enough!"

"How much more do you want?" Pei Qianyue's tone was very patient, "How about I give you all the spiritual veins newly discovered in Langfeng City?"

Yu Chi's eyes lit up at the beginning: "Really?"

Pei Qianyue said quietly: "What do you think?"

Yu Chichu: "...Oh."

Yu Chi was serious at the beginning: "Those consumptions are all necessary sacrifices for technological development, why are you so lacking in dedication?"

Pei Qianyue: "Why don't you say this to those immortals whose spiritual veins you robbed?"

The air in the hall stagnated for a moment.

"To tell you the truth, I'm doing a new study recently, if it can be successful..." He smiled, his eyes behind the glazed mirror shone slightly, "Look at it, come It must surprise you."

***

The light and shadows in the hall are full of shadows, and Pei Qianyue sits on the main seat, almost blending with the darkness.

"Xiao Que." He whispered.

The hall door was pushed open a gap, a young man walked in quietly, knelt on the ground: "The disciple is here."

As soon as he knelt down, he saw the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground: "Why did Pavilion Master Yuchi upset the city master? Did he mention it..."

Before he finished speaking, his neck suddenly tightened.

In the darkness, something invisible seemed to wrap around his neck tightly.

Like... a snake.

On the empty hall, only the suffocating retching of the young man could be heard.

After a moment, the strength faded.

The air was re-injected into the lungs, the young man fell to the ground and coughed a few times. A lingering fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it: "City...City Lord forgive me."

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, the young man got up and walked forward, took a new teacup, and poured tea for him.

"Tell me." Pei Qianyue asked coldly, "How is it?"

As they got close, I saw that this young man was born with a gentle and handsome appearance. It was the disciple of Langfeng City who led Fengqi to the main peak this morning.

Xiao Que said: "The disciple named Meng Changqing has an average cultivation base, nothing special, but Lu Jingming..."

He paused, as if he was considering the words: "Although it doesn't look special, he had anticipated several formation traps on the mountaineering path. If it wasn't for a coincidence... An extremely sensitive person."

"Just sharp?" Pei Qianyue smiled vaguely.

It must not be easy for the pavilion master of the law pavilion to treat him differently. The disciple does not understand, since the city master valued him, why not let him be directly admitted to the sect, but only let him be a casual servant?"

"I value him?" Pei Qianyue said softly, "Who said I value him."

"This seat is just curious."

"Curious...who he is."

***

The next day, the selection of the Immortal Sect was completely completed, and the new disciples of each faction will follow the elders back to their respective divisions.

Meng Changqing was admitted by the elders of Lingxiaomen yesterday, and will leave with the people of Lingxiaomen today.

The wind sent Meng Changqing to the front of the mountain gate.

You have the same chance to enter the inner door, don't give up."

"Also, you have to be extremely cautious in your actions in the pie. If you don't understand, ask more questions. If your brother is not by your side in the future, you have to be more careful."

"Senior brother will also cultivate well and strive to avenge our Tianxuanzong as soon as possible."

Feng Ci felt helpless, but still spoke to reassure: "Don't worry, Brother Meng, don't worry about me."

"How can you not worry about it!" Meng Changqing said, "Look at your open mouth every day, and yesterday, you were almost misunderstood as cheating, and then directly offended the master of Wanfa Pavilion. , I really don't understand why you have to stay in Langfeng City and go to Wanfa Pavilion..."

As soon as he started talking, Feng Ci quickly interrupted: "Brother Meng, you should go."

Not far away, Lingxiaomen is already ready to go. Elder Ji Yun, who was sent by Lingxiao Sect to participate in the assessment, saw that the two were still saying goodbye.

"Don't let Elder Jiyun wait for a long time." Feng Ci said.

The person in front of her was Tong Yan Hefa, wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a whisk, showing an elegant bookishness. Lingxiaomen is known for its talisman and Taoism, and it was also famous hundreds of years ago. Even the princes and nobles in the folk saw this dress, and they respected it.

The two bowed to him.

Elder Jiyun received the ceremony and said warmly: "But if you really don't want to separate, why don't I ask City Lord Pei for a favor and let Jingming come to my Lingxiao Gate, how about that?"

He said this with a three-point smile and a very relaxed tone, but he could tell from the wind that there was no joke in his eyes.

Meng Changqing's eyes lit up: "Can you?"

But it didn't take long for him to be happy before he woke up again.

For some reason, his junior and senior brothers fell in love with Langfeng City Lord, and even refused the invitation of Wanfa Pavilion, not to mention the recently declining Lingxiaomen.

Sure enough, I saw Feng Ci narrowing his eyes, and his attitude was humble and polite: "Thank you for the kindness of the elders, the disciple is ashamed."

This means refusal.

Meng Changqing was afraid that his junior and junior brothers would offend Lingxiaomen again, so he didn't dare to say more to Fengci, so he said goodbye in a few words and left.

But before leaving, she still asked one more thing.

"...Yesterday you made a splash in the root bone test. Beware that someone will dislike you and take revenge."

The words are naturally clear.

Although the selection of the Xianmeng is ultimately based on its own ability and the attitude of the elders, there is no fixed standard, and there is no set number of people, but there are always people who feel that by pulling down the front, they will have multiple opportunities .

The style is clear, but I don't care.

This kind of kid trick, he didn't care three thousand years ago.

What's more, although he entered the door, he was only a disciple of the outer door, and Feng Ci didn't feel that he had anything worthy of revenge.

***

Sending Meng Changqing off, Feng Ci walked straight to the Outer Sect Disciple Court.

Outer sect disciples live in the back mountain like inner sect disciples, but inner sect disciples have their own independent courtyards, outer sect disciples can only squeeze into one disciple courtyard.

Wind Ci walked into the disciples' courtyard.

At first glance, there are dozens of houses, and there is a large open space in the middle. There are stone tables, lawns, and rockeries. It is much better than Fengci imagined.

As soon as he entered the yard, someone greeted him.

"Lu Jingming, right?" The visitor looked at him in his twenties, tall and thin, with several teenage disciples behind him.

He looked at Feng Ci from head to toe and said, "I think I'm such an incredible talent, and it doesn't look like that. But also, if it's really a talent, why would the city master let you? Come to us, don't you think?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed to himself, and the younger disciples also laughed.

Words: "…"

Isn't this coming?

Xu is because of the indifference on the face of Fengci, the man also felt bored, cleared his throat, and said: "My name is Cheng Bo, the oldest in the Outer Sect Disciple Institute, you have to listen to me in the future. ,understand?"

Wind: "Pfft."

Cheng Bo frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Wind: "It's okay."

After so many years, this person doesn't feel that his name sounds wrong?

Fengci asked: "So where do I live?"

"Speaking of this, the younger brother does not know anything." Cheng Bo said, "Our disciple courtyard has seventeen rooms, one room for two people, a total of thirty-four people, and now they have all full."

Feng Ci frowned.

Full?

Then why did Pei Qianyue say yesterday that there is one less disciple from the outer sect?

Xiaohei, Xiaohei, after years, you will learn to lie.

Daddy is very disappointed in you.

Cheng Bo continued: "But junior brother don't have to worry, we know that junior brother is going to move, we have already packed a room for you to live independently, and the environment is quiet, you will definitely like it. Song Zhou. "

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stepped forward: "Senior brother."

Cheng Bo instructed: "Take our little junior brother to his residence, hurry up and pack up, there is still work to do in a while."

Song Zhou: "Yes."

As you can guess, the house prepared by this group of people for Feng Ci will not be very good. Feng Ci followed the little boy named Song Zhou all the way in, passed through more than ten disciples' rooms, and stopped at the door of a firewood room in the innermost courtyard.

"That's it, it's here..." Song Zhou was so beautiful, like a little rabbit, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

This small courtyard is actually good, but because it has not been used for a long time, it is full of dust and debris.

What a quiet environment.

Song Zhou stepped forward to help Fengci to open the door, and was swept up in the face by the raised dust, and he coughed.

The room is very narrow, only a bed is placed on the inner side, and other places are piled with various sundries. The only window in the house was half broken, and it was slanted on the casket, and it creaked when the wind blew.

Fengci looked up and saw that even the roof was broken.

Song Zhou said: "Ahem... Junior Brother Lu, you are staying here temporarily... Senior Brother Cheng said that as long as the room outside is vacant, you can move out."

"No." Feng Ci walked in and looked around, "It's good here."

With Fengci's attitude, Song Zhou was even more unbearable and reassured: "Outer sect disciples have an assessment every two years, if they can be valued by the elders, they can be promoted to the inner sect. Just three months later, very soon, you can keep going."

Inspiration: "Got it."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhou did not rush to leave, Fengci looked back at him, and the latter whispered: "You have to be careful of Senior Brother Cheng."

Wind Ci is curious: "I don't seem to have offended him?"

Song Zhou glanced out and saw that there was no one outside, so he lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Cheng has a cousin who also participated in the selection of the Immortal League this year, but the first person in the six examinations I haven't passed a single level, so..."

Wind Ci understood: "So he thinks that I have passed the six examinations, I am looking for another way, and it is unfair to other disciples who participated in the examination?"

Song Zhou nodded.

The wind is helpless.

Pei Qianyue did not announce the reason why he and Meng Changqing passed the six examinations. If it were him, he would be dissatisfied.

These kids are not to blame.

The two were talking, and another disciple came. The visitor didn't even enter the small courtyard, but stood at the door and shouted at Fengci: "Lu Jingming, Senior Brother Cheng asked you to clean up and sweep Linxiantai. This is a pass token."

Speaking, he threw the token in his hand into the yard, and the ground stirred up a layer of dust.

Song Zhou was stunned: "Linxiantai? But that is—"

That is where the city lord lives, a place that even their outer disciples dare not approach easily. Because no one dared to go, every time Linxiantai was to be cleaned, it was decided by internal lottery.

This sign is also called the sign of life and death.

Song Zhou wanted to say something, but he heard a human voice: "Song Zhou, why are you still being lazy here, have you finished your work today?"

Song Zhou: "Just come!"

He glanced at Fengci again hesitantly, and finally said nothing, turned and left.

The yard was quiet.

Fengci stood in the dilapidated firewood house, raised her hand, and the token that fell in the courtyard was lightly lifted by a gust of wind, and flew towards Fengci.

The token slowly flipped in mid-air, and the invisible streamer of spiritual power swayed in the courtyard.

The firewood house was transformed into a clean and elegant hut in an instant, with new branches with flower buds hanging in front of the window, and the incense burner beside the table curled with green smoke.

Feng Ci held the token and opened it.

Three letters are written on the token.

—Sendai.