The answer to that question, Feng Ci could not ask.

The Lord of the City didn't even bother to edit it, so he went straight back to him.

... stinky boy.

Feng Ci just got a headache from listening to the book, and rolled away with kindness.

He passed through the teleportation circle and returned to the disciple's courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, the disciples who were chatting in the courtyard, cleaning, and practicing swords suddenly stopped.

Feng Ci went straight through the yard in their ghostly eyes, and returned the sweeping utensils in his hands to the utility room.

Cheng Bo was sitting in the utility room, holding the book and frowning. A few wooden figures were placed on the table in front of him, and a few disciples behind him were counting items and utensils.

"Have you finished your work?" Cheng Bo looked up from the book when he noticed someone walking in, but was stunned, "You, you—why did you come back?"

Feng Ci thought it was funny: "I can't come back?"

That is Linxiantai. In their entire outer gate, except for occasional times when the city owner is not in the faction, almost no one can come back from Linxiantai unharmed. The lightest time was when the city lord found a speck of dust in the corner of the wall and ordered a disciple to sweep the long steps in front of Xiantai three times.

Not to mention sometimes bad luck, being caught by the city owner to tidy up the house, that is risking his life, and there is no job that can't come back day and night.

This talent is gone... in less than half an hour, right?

Cheng Bo asked tentatively, "Is the city lord not in the faction today?"

"Yes." Feng Ci returned the utensils to their original positions and tilted his head, "If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

He won't go.

Cheng Bo coughed lightly and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Feng Ci leaned over to look at what was in front of him: "I'm putting out the sword formation? I'm familiar with this."

Cheng Bo saw him coming over and wanted to cover it up, but when he heard what he said, he frowned and asked, "You still know how to do sword formation?"

Wind Ci: "Of course."

The original Sword Array Cheats was written by him.

Three thousand years ago, Fengci passed on what he had learned in his life to six disciples, and the six disciples established schools and schools with the exercises they learned, and they became the six schools today.

The swordsmanship and sword formation that Langfengcheng majored in also came from Fengci.

If it really counts, all Langfeng City disciples have to call him Patriarch.

Feng Ci understood: "Is the outer sect disciple taking this test? Please beg me, I can teach you."

Cheng Bo didn't believe him: "Bum, what are you bragging about, just you—"

Feng Ci stretched out his hand and gently moved one of the wooden figures on the table by half an inch.

Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the magic circle is formed.

Cheng Bo was stunned.

"you……"

Feng Ci smiled slightly and stood up straight: "Senior Brother Cheng practice slowly, Junior Brother will leave first."

After he finished speaking, he ignored him, turned around and walked out the door.

In the final analysis, the outer disciples of Langfeng City were only middle-level chores and could not attend classes with the inner disciples. They only have the opportunity to take a class every three days. At other times, they can only study by themselves like Cheng Bo.

Therefore, the outer sect disciples will try their best to pass the assessment and enter the inner sect.

It is convenient for the free movement of wind words.

I originally thought that as long as I met Pei Qianyue, many things could be solved easily. But who knows, I saw it, I didn't ask much about what I wanted to know, but one thing was confirmed.

He was a failure as a master.

His little black hates him now.

Disappointed wind.

In this way, he did not dare to rashly declare his identity.

The relationship between Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue was only a small half-year relationship three thousand years ago. At that time, Pei Qianyue had just developed his spiritual knowledge, and he only kept the other person as a small pet. If he knew how much he knew, he actually didn't have it.

Just over ten years in the mortal world is enough to completely change a person, not to mention that three thousand years have passed between them.

Moreover, the "sex" of Xiao Hei's current heart... It's really bad.

To put it horribly, it is not clear whether it is an enemy or a friend.

All in all, his identity cannot be "revealed" for the time being, and as for where his physical body is, he can only take a step by step.

The most important thing at present is to find out the truth about the destruction of Xianmen this morning.

Although Feng Ci is still unclear whether this matter is related to the catastrophe predicted by the Heavenly Dao, but after all, he borrowed the fleshly body of the young Xuanzong in the sky. Even for this young man, he must find out the truth for him and avenge his master.

Based on this, seeing this side with Pei Qianyue is not completely fruitless.

Before Tianxuanzong, no one survived the disaster of the annihilation, which is very interesting information.

Why did the killer let them go?

Was it accidental, intentional, or for some more complicated reason?

Pei Qianyue wanted to know, and Feng Ci also wanted to know.

The peaks of Langfeng City are connected by a cloud bridge. When thinking about this, Feng Ci has crossed the cloud bridge in the back mountain and is squatting in front of a lotus pond next to the front mountain square.

A pond of koi was fed a lot of fat, Feng Ci picked up a stone from the edge of the pond and threw it in, and fled everywhere in shock.

The water wave "swing" opened, and then slowly subsided.

A handsome young man's face was reflected on the water.

Feng Ci propped up his chin and looked listlessly at the face in the water.

The young man was actually born well, with bright and bright eyes, a very flattering appearance. The fly in the ointment may be because he is still young, his figure has not grown, he is not tall and a little thin, and there is only a small ball left by the pool.

...he still likes his former body.

Feng Ci has high requirements for his appearance. In the past, every time he went to a world, he always spent a long time looking for a body that was pleasing to his heart.

I don't know what happened this time, but it was a mistake in such a young boy's body.

Looking so cute, it really detracts from the prestige of his Qianqiu Sage.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Feng Ci fiddled with the water with his fingertips without raising his eyelids.

"Junior Brother, so you are here."

The visitor was the disciple named Song Zhou from the outer sect.

He should have come all the way, his breath is still not stable, his cheeks are slightly red: "I just heard that you have returned to the disciple's courtyard, are you all right-"

Feng Ci tilted his head and smiled: "Cheng Bo sent you to approach me again?"

Song Zhou was startled.

Feng Ci was clearly still smiling, but Song Zhou saw a bit of estrangement from that smile, and being looked at by those eyes, it seemed that all his thoughts had no place to hide.

"No, no..." Song Zhou's eyes dodged, "It's not him, it's me..."

The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was not that old for lying, and all his thoughts were written on his face.

Feng Ci smiled lightly, but did not reveal it.

At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came from the horizon.

A flying boat came from the sky with white steam and passed over their heads. The flying boat landed in the open space beside Qianshan Square, setting off layers of waves.

Several disciples came down from above.

The person at the head, Feng Ci, was the disciple of Langfeng City who intercepted them in Lingwu Mountain that day. It seemed to be called... Xie Wuhan.

"Where are you doing, and you still haven't come to help."

The place where the flying boat landed was not far from where Feng Ci was standing. Xie Wuhan walked down and saw the two outer disciples standing aside, and said, "Go and help lift the things down."

The status of the outer sect disciple in Langfeng City is like this, and anyone can command a few words.

Feng Ci didn't move, but Song Zhou answered "yes" and walked forward quickly.

The two disciples stepped off the flying boat carrying a thing wrapped in white cloth.

Song Zhou reached out to pick it up, and one side of the white cloth slipped off, exposing a thin and withered wrist.

"Ah!" Song Zhou exclaimed, subconsciously letting go, but was caught by a hand stretched out from beside him.

Feng Ci held the corpse steady and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xiao Song, be more careful."

Song Zhou lowered his head and responded in a low voice.

The two helped move the body to the open space in Qianshan Square.

Thirty-six bodies in all.

It can already be regarded as a small and medium-sized cultivation sect full of people.

Feng Ci glanced casually, and there were even seven or eight-year-old children in it.

The news of Xie Wuhan's return to the mountain quickly spread, and a lot of people surrounded Qianshan Square, and several elders who were rarely seen in the past also rushed over.

Pei Qianyue didn't come.

Feng Ci stood silently behind the crowd, and Song Zhou walked over to him.

"Junior Brother Lu, thank you just now."

Feng Ci was still thinking about other things, and was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was talking about the transfer of the corpse just now.

He didn't care about this trivial matter for a long time, and waved his hand: "It's okay."

"It...actually, it was indeed Senior Brother Cheng who asked me to come here." The little boy's cheeks flushed and he hesitantly said, "But I am really worried about you. I am very happy to see that you are all right."

This speaks the truth.

Song Zhou continued: "I'm really sorry before, but I... Senior Brother Cheng doesn't allow me to tip you off, and the city lord often leaves the sect recently. I don't think you will meet..."

Feng Ci's eyes moved slightly: "Did he leave the sect to investigate the matter of Xianmen?"

"I don't know about this... It should be." Song Zhou sighed, "Xianmen suffered this disaster, everyone is in danger, and I don't know when the real culprit will be found."

Feng Ci pointed at the corpse all over the ground: "The first few times when Xianmen was killed, did people die like this?"

"Yeah." Song Zhou nodded, "Senior Brother Xie and the others brought back several corpses before. Most of them were dead like this. I heard them say this is..."

"Drain the spiritual power and die." Feng Ci said solemnly.

The usual murder, either for money or revenge, or in pursuit of pleasure, must demand something.

Feng Ci has always been curious about what the killer behind the scenes wanted this time, and he was not satisfied with killing so many people.

Now finally got the answer.

"He" wants spiritual power.

Feng Ci looked at the noisy crowd in the distance and asked softly, "You said... Pei Qianyue often left Langfeng City during this time?"

That night.

A Ling Ran sword light penetrated the thick clouds, descended from the sky, and fell into the dark woods.

Pei Qianyue walked out of the sword light without stopping, walking directly into the depths of the woods.

Behind him, quietly followed a golden butterfly. The butterfly pattern was as splendid as the clouds, but its wings were extremely thin. It fluttered slightly and circled behind Pei Qianyue for a few times, and finally landed on his robe.

And the latter never noticed it.

Pei Qianyue's figure quickly disappeared in front of him.

Feng Ci came out from behind the tree.

His fingertips held a faint light of spiritual power, like a thread, connected to the butterfly in the distance.

Pei Qianyue said that Xianmeng did not investigate any clues, and Fengci only thought he was farting.

But since he refuses to speak, Feng Ci is too lazy to deal with him anymore, so why don't you come over to see it yourself.

But...what is this place?

If you can't go to the village in front of you and the store in the back, how could Pei Qianyue come here?

This forest is very big, Pei Qianyue walked slowly in front, Feng Ci followed not far or near.After walking for about a stick of incense, Feng Ci finally yawned unbearably.

In the middle of the night, is this person walking here?

Did you know that sleep is important for older adults?

With his dazzling kung fu, the shadows of the trees around him swayed, and a lingering sword qi came from behind him in the wind.

Xu is because this blow is wrapped with too fierce and cold killing intent, Feng Ci's instinct to fight the enemy forced him to raise his hand subconsciously, and the palm of his hand is condensed into a sword.

Only then did realize who the breath came from.

The spiritual power condensed in the palm suddenly loosened, the tall body was attached from behind, and his arm was clamped behind him.

A slender, pale hand stretched out, holding the struggling golden butterfly, and held it up in front of him.

"In hundreds of years, you are the first person who has the guts to follow this seat."

The hand tightened little by little, slowly crushing the butterfly into ashes.