Feng Ci walked out of the teleportation formation, and the guard disciple checked his access token and gave him a sympathetic look.

Wind Ci: "?"

Is this Linxiantai what Longtan Tiger's cave is?

The teleportation circle is not set up on Linxiantai, but only under the long steps. To climb Linxiantai, you have to climb more than 100 stone stairs on foot.

Langfeng City is located on the top of Kunlun Mountains, a place of bitter cold that is frozen for thousands of miles. But just above the snowfield, a towering place of cultivating blessings was built out of thin air, like the Qionglou Yuyu in the fairyland.

Linxiantai is at the highest point of Langfeng City.

Climbing to Linxiantai, you can not only overlook Langfeng City, but also the entire Kunlun Mountains.

But Feng Ci only felt five words.

The heights are so cold.

Climbing the stone steps, there is a towering palace in front of you.

The door of the hall was tightly closed, and the surroundings were terribly silent, except for a few cold plum trees in front of the hall, trembling in the cold wind.

It is said to be sweeping, but in fact, there is nothing to clean on Linxiantai, the ground is spotless, and not even half of the fallen leaves can be seen. If there must be a thorn, it is the little unmelted snow in the corner.

Feng Ci did a random trick on the broom he brought, and the broom stood up happily and began to sweep the snow.

And he stepped forward and knocked on the temple door.

no respond.

In fact, Feng Ci didn't know what the disciples needed to do, and the little disciples from the outer sect only listened to Cheng Bo's words, and no one dared to teach him. But since it is a sweeping Linxiantai, this only palace should be included, right?

Feng Ci pushed open the door of the palace.

The cold and cold wind rushed out from the hall, Feng Ci frowned, and knew where this place was.

With such a heavy cold and demonic energy, apart from his Xiao Hei, he couldn't find anyone else.

No wonder the young man named Song Zhou had such an indescribable expression when he knew that he was coming here.

However, this arrangement is a stroke of luck.

He wants to know Pei Qianyue too much now, even if he can't see anyone, it's good to take a look at his usual residence.

Feng Ci stepped into the hall.

Then stopped.

There were no lights in the hall, and all that could be seen were books, scrolls, and instruments scattered all over the place.

Especially those magical instruments, Feng Ci glanced over at a glance, and any one of them was deeply imbued with spiritual power. It was obviously a rare treasure, but it was thrown on the ground so casually.

See the wind speech scalp numb.

He raised his hand and waved, and the candles in the hall automatically turned on.

The furnishings in the main hall are minimalist, without any superfluous arrangements. The air is filled with a cold and clear air. It is empty and lonely.

This is the messy "chaos" on the ground, and you can see the traces of people living there.

Feng Ci sighed, bent down and picked up the instruments and books on the ground, and walked in while picking them up.

There was a table in front of the main hall, and books were scattered all over it. On the wall behind the desk, there are several paintings.

Feng Ci stopped with the things in his arms and looked at them one by one.

These paintings are of the same person.

A young man in plain clothes is standing in the painting, either holding a sword to eliminate demons, or fighting Tianhong, or preaching and teaching, and finally, sitting up and flying.

——It is the life of Feng Ci.

Strangely enough, there are no human faces on each painting.

There was only a blank space where the facial features were originally supposed to be, and it seemed extraordinarily strange in the beating of the lights.

"...Does it look good?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Feng Ci.

Feng Ci was stunned and turned around. Pei Qianyue walked around the Liuyun screen and walked out of the dark inner hall.

Instead of wearing the luxurious city lord costume, he was loosely wrapped in a black 'color' robe, and his long hair fell down, adding a bit of laziness.

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

When he just came in, he clearly checked, and there was no other person in the hall.

Has Pei Qianyue's cultivation been so high?

Pei Qianyue walked slowly in front of Feng Ci, and as he slowly walked in, a breeze rose in the hall, and most of the candles that Feng Ci had just lit were extinguished.

"I don't need so many candles in my house." Pei Qianyue said, "It's too bright."

Feng Ci looked at him and didn't answer.

After the cultivation base reaches a certain level, the perception of the outside world is no longer completely dependent on the five senses. Even if the eyes cannot see, it does not affect the perception of the outside world.

But it is different.

That transcendent perception is more acute than what he sees with his eyes. He can perceive the sunrise and sunset, and the beat of candles, but he can never see the radiant sky or the splendid burning flames.

Feng Ci was in a mood for a while, and Pei Qianyue had already walked in front of him.

"You've been watching here for a long time." Pei Qianyue lowered his head and asked him, "Are you very interested in Patriarch Qianqiu?"

He was so close that Feng Ci could smell the cold fragrance on him again.

Feng Ci took a half step back in silence, and said calmly: "Patriarch Qianqiu has saved the world and preached, and he has made countless achievements, and his disciples naturally admire him."

"Admiration." Pei Qianyue laughed softly, "You admire so many people."

He suddenly grabbed Feng Ci's shoulder and pushed hard.

The magical book in Feng Ci's arms was scattered all over the floor again, and his back touched the cold tabletop.

Pei Qianyue pressed Feng Ci on the table, leaned down, the black silk covering his eyes hung down, and swept Feng Ci's face.

He asked softly, "Then me and him, who do you admire more?"

Wind Ci: "..."

He now fully understands why the disciples of Langfeng City are afraid of Pei Qianyue like a flood and beasts.

With such a city lord who is uncertain and sick from time to time, who is not afraid?

... Really blind for such a beautiful face.

Feng Ci stared at Pei Qianyue's handsome and unparalleled face. It was really difficult to distinguish between the person in front of him and the little one back then. He would climb onto his bed in the middle of the night and gently rub his fingers, asking him to hug the little one who slept with him. Black snakes linked together.

A well-behaved and sticky little snake, why is it crooked?

Feng Ci thought wistfully in his heart.

As he was thinking so, his wrist suddenly touched something cold.

He turned his head to look, but there was nothing there.

But that feeling wasn't fake. In the darkness, there seemed to be an invisible snake that slowly crawled into his sleeve along his wrist.

The cold and sticky touch made Feng Ci instantly get goosebumps.

"You..." Feng Ci frowned slightly, and the latter maintained his position to hold him down, his sharp lips curved in a very shallow arc.

As if it was just a boring prank.

Feng Ci's body is still a teenager now, with a thin and slender figure. Pei Qianyue leaned down like this, and almost pulled him tightly from head to toe.

Anyone who sees this pose will feel very ambiguous.

But this is not the case.

The invisible snake climbed up Fengci's forearm, completely ignoring the existence of the clothes, and walked directly on the smooth texture, inch by inch, sliding over the arms and shoulders, and finally came to the side of the neck.

The icy snake body hovered around his neck, the snake tail swept across the collarbone, raised his head and spit out a letter, and sprayed all the icy breath behind his ears.

Feng Ci couldn't help shuddering.

This is not teasing, and the atmosphere does not have any ambiguous meaning, only invisible threats.

It seemed that as long as he said one wrong word, the snake would bite his neck in one bite.

Pei Qianyue is really a lunatic, right? !

Feng Ci lowered his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light on his fingertips that even the other party didn't notice.

Now that he has lost his physical body, his cultivation may have some influence, but he will not be controlled by others. For example, it's more than enough to drag this little black snake who doesn't know how to live and offend him repeatedly and repeatedly from his body and beat him.

The two were deadlocked for a moment, and suddenly, Pei Qianyue tilted his head: "Aren't you afraid?"

Of course, Feng Ci is not afraid.

If Pei Qianyue really dared to move, he would soon see what a beating from his master meant.

Silly boy.

But Feng Ci didn't want to make the relationship so stiff. He thought about it and picked an answer that Pei Qianyue might not be so angry with: "The disciple just thinks that there is no need to answer this question."

"The immortal has passed away, and I have never seen it before. The so-called admiration is nothing but illusory. Naturally, the person in front of you is more important."

"...boring."

But the cold touch lingering on Feng Ci's neck disappeared, and Pei Qianyue let go of him.

He straightened up and took a slow look at the spread of his clothes: "The Immortal is dead... Do you think he is dead too?"

Wind Ci: "Qianqiu Patriarch ascended through transformation three thousand years ago, and everyone knows it."

Pei Qianyue: "He's lying."

Feng Ci was stunned.

Pei Qianyue went around the table, walked to the scrolls, raised his hand and gently stroked it with his fingertips: "Patriarch Qianqiu is my master."

"Before he ascended, I was the only one with him."

"Everyone thinks he's dead, only I know that he's still alive, somewhere in these thousands of worlds."

"He's a complete liar."

Wind Ci: "..."

Damn, why does his little black snake seem to be very angry with him?

Fengci cleared his throat and tried to ease the family relationship: "Even so, he must have his own reasons."

"Reason? What's the reason?" Pei Qianyue said coldly, "It's just boredom."

"Patriarch Qianqiu saves the common people. The world admires him, loves him, regards him as a savior, and pursues him all his life. But those ignorant mortals never know that their gods have long been tired of everything in this world and have long since abandoned them."

"...don't you think they're funny?"

At that moment, Feng Ci almost thought that Pei Qianyue had recognized him.

But Pei Qianyue turned his back to him, and half of his body was completely hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see it, and couldn't judge.

"Disciples don't think so." Feng Ci said, "Whether Patriarch Qianqiu passes away or leaves, it makes no difference to today's people. Rather than saying that they regard Patriarch Qianqiu as a god, they are looking for spiritual comfort."

"In the end, it's just wishful thinking, there's no need to argue right or wrong."

Pei Qianyue's fingertips moved.

He retracted his hand, put it behind him, and said very lightly and very slowly: "...Do you think this is wishful thinking?"

"Isn't it?" Feng Ci frowned slightly, not understanding why Pei Qianyue asked, "Whether it's a god or a lifelong pursuit, they never asked Qianqiu Patriarch if he needed it, and he couldn't because he couldn't get it. Responding, then put the fault on him, how can there be such a reason?"

This is indeed the true idea of ​​Feng Ci.

Eliminating demons, saving the world, and preaching, Feng Ci accomplished what he was supposed to do three thousand years ago. Although he left behind a bunch of messes and walked away, in his opinion, it was at best a successful retirement, not to mention abandoning the world.

As for the followers of later generations, it has nothing to do with him.

Pei Qianyue suddenly laughed.

Feng Ci couldn't see his expression. From his perspective, he could only see the trembling shoulders of the other party, and the low laughter that was almost crazy and a little harsh.

"you're right."

After a long while, Pei Qianyue spoke, with a bit of mockery in his voice, and swayed in the dark hall.

"...Isn't it just wishful thinking?"

Feng Ci looked at his back, which almost melted into the darkness, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But Pei Qianyue didn't give him this chance.

He turned around and sat down behind the table, and said, "I am not allowed to enter this hall without permission. Trespassers are killed without mercy. No one has told you?"

Wind Ci: "..."

I really don't know whether to say Pei Qianyue is too ruthless or the group of children in the outer door are ruthless.

This is really wanting to put him to death.

"But..." Pei Qianyue continued, "It's been a long time since no one chatted with the master. I'm in a good mood today, so I can avoid your punishment."

Wind Ci: "..."

He didn't think Pei Qianyue looked like he was in a good mood at all.

Feng Ci: "Thank you, City Lord."

Pei Qianyue raised his hand and waved, and a magic weapon flew out from the pile of books and landed in front of him.

The appearance of the instrument looks like a wooden ornament carved into the shape of a book, but Feng Ci can see that it is a kind of armored instrument, the same as what saw at the selection of the Immortal League that day.

A book was floated onto the instrument by the spiritual force, opened automatically, and read aloud from the first page.

It was still Yu Chichu's voice.

Wind Ci: "..."

This is a book about the construction and cracking of the secret realm. Pei Qianyue didn't hide it, so he played it in front of Feng Ci. But the little old man's voice was shrill, and he was "fucking" with a mandarin accent that he didn't know somewhere, and it made his ears hurt when he heard Fengci.

In the reading voice of Yuchi Chumo's "sex", Pei Qianyue asked, "I heard that you found me, what do you want to ask?"

Feng Ci naturally has a lot of questions to ask.

But he didn't expect Pei Qianyue to mention it so directly, as if he was really a good-tempered leader who always answered questions.

Of course, Feng Ci already knew that he was not, he was sick.

Feng Ci didn't speak for a while, but Pei Qianyue's voice became cold again: "Get out if you don't ask."

... This attitude really makes Feng Ci want to beat people up.

But he still endured it, and asked the question he wanted to know the most right now: "The disciple heard that the Xianmeng has repeatedly been robbed in the cultivation world, and dare to ask if the city owner has found out who is the real murderer behind the scenes?"

Pei Qianyue: "I don't know."

Feng Ci was silent and asked again, "What clues are there?"

Pei Qianyue: "No."

Fengci: "The details about the destruction of Tianxuanzong..."

Pei Qianyue: "No comment."

Wind Ci: "..."

So what do you want me to ask? ? ?

Blackie, you are so rebellious.

Feng Ci took a deep breath, and patiently asked, "Why did the city lord keep me in the pie?"

Of course it couldn't be because of the "admiration" he said at the selection meeting, and it wasn't a lie that could be broken with a single poke.

In fact, he had this question as early as when he and Meng Changqing were brought back from Lingwu Mountain.

Why did Pei Qianyue keep him?

But this person's attitude is so elusive, when Feng Ci asked this question, there was no hope in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Pei Qianyue replied: "Because you are an orphan of Tianxuan Sect."

... really listen to your words, like listening to a word.

Pei Qianyue: "So far, twelve immortal sects have been robbed in the cultivation world, and the total number of elders and disciples killed is 357. You and Meng Changqing are the only two of these 357 people. survivors."

Pei Qianyue said it lightly, and Feng Ci immediately understood the meaning.

According to his understanding, Tianxuanzong is not a big sect in the cultivation world, nor is it a good cultivation realm. But only the Tianxuan Sect has disciples who survived the disaster and walked to Kunlun Mountain from the teacher's door unharmed.

If he were Pei Qianyue, he would also be interested in these survivors.

Feng Ci suddenly remembered another thing.

Why, he would be possessed by one of the orphans of Tianxuanzong.

Is this just a coincidence?

Feng Ci asked again, "Why did the city lord choose me instead of Senior Brother Meng?"

Pei Qianyue: "Choose one of the two, just pick one."

Wind Ci: "......"

Without waiting for Feng Ci to speak again, Pei Qianyue suddenly raised his hand.

The reading speed of the instrument suddenly accelerated, and the reading sound became more magical.

Wind Ci: "......"

It's hard not to feel like this guy did it on purpose.

This background sound makes it difficult to continue to concentrate on thinking, but Feng Ci has no questions to ask.

He is tired.

This bastard was harder to deal with than the seven- or eight-year-olds he had met in the previous world.

No, there is indeed another problem.

Feng Ci looked up at the man sitting in the dark, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with your eyes...?"