Inhumans, monsters.

It is not surprising that Elder Chengchao would say such things.

At the beginning of the establishment of Lingxiaomen, it was established in the world by subduing demons and eliminating demons. In the past thousand years, they have killed countless evil spirits in their hands, and naturally there are not a few fellow students who sacrificed in the process of beheading the monsters.

The disciples of Lingxiaomen have a natural hostility towards demons.

Those who are not of our race must have different hearts. Even in this era, this view has not been completely wiped out.

Even Feng Ci had a prejudice in his heart when he first knew that the lord of Langfeng City was actually a snake demon.

But later learned that this was own little black snake, and that prejudice disappeared.

After all, they are their own children, so there is no reason to dislike them.

Of course, there is no reason to watch others dislike it.

"Elder Chengchao's words are bad."

Feng Ci threw the melon seeds in his hand into the water, causing the koi in the pond to scramble: "The enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, the Xianmeng has been investigating for so many months and has not found any clues, if the Wuchangmen is not called. The six sects jointly testify that if something goes wrong, wouldn’t the responsibility fall entirely on our city lord?”

Elder Chengchao noticed this unruly Langfeng City disciple just now, but he didn't even care about Pei Qianyue, let alone an ordinary disciple.

Unexpectedly, this little boy dared to refute him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

But Feng Ci's words haven't finished yet: "There is also the secret realm under the root of the banyan tree. If someone in the six gates can create a secret realm that is more powerful than our city lord, why should he take action? Can you?"

Elder Chengchao: "I..."

"You can't, I know."

Feng Ci added: "As for the method you said to increase your cultivation by absorbing other people's spiritual power, this is indeed the cultivation method of most spirits and monsters, but this cultivation method will inevitably affect the heart of the Tao and cause the "sex" to explode. Elder Chao was born in Lingxiaomen, don’t you even understand this?”

"The city master is really practicing like this, can he sit here now?" Feng Ci sneered, "Do you have any evidence to accuse the leader of the Immortal Alliance on unnecessary charges?"

Elder Chengchao was fooled by his series of questions: "You...I..."

"You don't, I know."

Feng Ci got up and walked to the stone table, leaning slightly: "The demon is a demon, and the evil is evil. I believe that the elders of Chengchao will not be so indistinguishable between good and evil. As for you saying that our city lord is inhuman and alien, you are right-"

"But your cultivation is not as good as inhumans," Feng Ci smiled at him, "what are you?"

"Straight up!"

Elder Cheng Chao slapped the table and stood up, so angry that he forgot to use the spell, grabbing the whisk, he wanted to come over and beat Feng Ci.

His whisk was originally woven from filaments that cut iron like mud. Even if he didn't inject spiritual power, he would be able to cut a layer of skin alive if he touched it like this.

Elder Cheng Chao swept away the dust, and thousands of silver threads of cold light suddenly appeared.

But Feng Ci only turned to the side slightly, and the filaments slid close to his side face.

Unscathed.

Elder Cheng Chao was so angry that he lost his mind. He didn't see the profound cultivation base in Feng Ci hiding for a while, but Wen Huaiyu, who was on the side, saw it clearly.

His eyes sank, and he first glanced at Pei Qianyue.

The latter was still sitting on the spot, and even made a steady cup of tea for himself.

——Whether it was Elder Chengchao’s unpredictable words or the series of rebuttals from Feng Ci, it didn’t make his expression fluctuate for a moment.

Next to him, the old man and the young man were still fighting.

...It should be that Feng Ci is still being chased and beaten by the elders of Cheng Chao.

As an elder of Lingxiaomen, Chengchao has a high cultivation base and a spirit of immortality, and is highly respected in the entire cultivation world.

But now, he was chasing the boy in a circle in this pavilion. After a few rounds, he made himself out of breath, but he didn't even touch the hem of the boy's clothes.

On the other hand, the young man was always calm and calm, but he still had time to persuade him: "Elder Chengchao, don't be so angry, it hurts your body."

Elder Chengchao almost didn't catch his breath.

"Chen-"

A piano sound 'swayed' from the pavilion.

Wen Huaiyu did not know when he had taken off the guqin behind him, and the guqin automatically floated in front of him, and the fingertips gently plucked out a tune.

This tune contains spiritual power, which makes people feel calm.

Even Elder Chengchao calmed down.

Wen Huaiyu played the piano and persuaded, "Elder Chengchao, why bother with a child?"

"Child?" Cheng Chao snorted coldly, "Can a child speak out?"

Feng Ci hid behind Pei Qianyue: "Why can't you, some people are still talking at their age."

"you"

"This..." Wen Huaiyu paused, not knowing what to call him, and sighed, "Just say a few words less!"

Feng Ci smiled and wanted to say something, Pei Qianyue put down the teacup: "Lu Jingming, enough trouble."

This was the first time that Pei Qianyue called his name. With an "oh" sound, Elder Chengchao frowned: "Are you Lu Jingming? Is that another orphan from Tianxuan Sect?"

Feng Ci: "Yes, my senior brother was just brought back to Lingxiao Gate by Elder Jiyun, did Elder Chengchao see him?"

Meng Changqing only followed Elder Jiyun back to the sect a few days ago, and Elder Chengchao may not have met.

However, after this battle, he may have to leave a psychological shadow on the orphans of Tianxuanzong.

Wen Huaiyu took the violin and said politely, "It turned out to be Lu Shi's nephew."

The name Lu Jingming is now very famous among the six schools.

It's not because of his status as an orphan of Tianxuan Sect, but because he refused the invitation of Wanfa Pavilion in the selection of Xianmeng, and insisted on going to Langfeng City to be an outside disciple, which really hurt the master of Wanfa Pavilion, Yuchi. Early too deep.

Everyone knows that among the six sects, the one that lacks the most disciples is the Wanfa Pavilion. In this era, everyone can cultivate, no matter how bad their roots are, as long as they can afford the money, they can rely on various immortal "medicine" elixir to build a foundation-building cultivation base.

But not everyone has the talent for armored mechanics.

Every day Yuchichu was worried about having no successor. He finally fell in love with a disciple, but he was robbed by Langfengcheng. How could he bear it.

These days, Yuchi would talk to everyone at the first meeting, and even if he didn't meet anyone, he would talk everywhere through a sound transmission mirror.

It's so annoying that the entire six doors know the name.

Only Feng Ci knew nothing about it.

Pei Qianyue got up and said lightly, "Let's be here today."

"...There is a 'terrorist' in the six gates, and you all have the responsibility. You are ordered to find out the truth within one month, in order to sacrifice your dead comrades."

Feng Ci followed Pei Qianyue to leave Qingjingzong.

It was in the afternoon, Yaoshan was quiet in the late autumn sunshine, and the air was filled with the sound of the piano from nowhere, long and long. Outside the Qingjingzong is a maple forest, with bright red maple leaves falling down, spreading a thick layer on the ground.

The two walked in the maple forest without speaking for a while.

Pei Qianyue was used to being quiet, but Feng Ci couldn't stand the silence and secretly glanced at Pei Qianyue's face.

It's very strange, this person always has a fierce look, whoever dares to provoke him will definitely be punished severely. But today, everyone was scolded like that in person, but there was no reaction at all.

...I can't see what this man is thinking at all.

Worry about the wind.

Still the cute little black snake when he was a child, he was obviously just a snake, but he wrote all his emotions on his face. Even when went to the street with Fengci, was told that this snake was so thin and so ugly that had to bury head in Fengci's sleeve for a long time.

Now that he has cultivated into a human being, he can no longer see his emotions.

Feng Ci couldn't hold back the words like Pei Qianyue did, and asked him directly, "Why aren't you angry when Elder Chengchao scolds you so much?"

Pei Qianyue: "Who said I'm not angry?"

Wind Ci: "..."

Because you can't seem to be angry at all.

The last time he was angry, Pei Qianyue almost broke his arm.

Why is it only horizontal in the nest, little black?

"What about you?" Pei Qianyue asked him suddenly, "Why are you angry?"

"..." Feng Ci looked away, "Who said I was angry, I was just... just teasing him casually."

"Just make fun of him."

Pei Qianyue seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and said with a mocking expression: "There are three statues in Lingxiao Sect, besides the sect master Xuan Yangzi, there is also Ji Yun, who you saw that day, and then the senior brothers. The third successor."

"As one of the three masters of Lingxiaomen, you have a lofty position in the world of self-cultivation. You are the first person who dares to 'tame' him."

"...you ask him what he is, and what are you?"

Wind Ci: "..."

He knew that, going around and around, in the end, he still had to test his identity.

Feng Ci began to choose "sex" to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and asked with a frown: "As one of the three, why is he so unpredictable, it's really embarrassing for Lingxiaomen and Elder Jiyun."

That elder Ji Yun is so bright and handsome, and a gentleman is a gentleman.

Unexpectedly, Pei Qianyue answered seriously: "Because of my master."

Wind Ci: "Huh?"

"I heard that Elder Chengchao worships Patriarch Qianqiu very much, and even put a statue of Patriarch Qianqiu in the room to look at it day and night. He doesn't like me, it's normal."

Wind Ci: "..."

Does the elder Chengchao know that he was chasing and beating his beloved Patriarch Qianqiu himself just now?

And Xiao Hei, what's with your proud tone?

Listening to this tone, Feng Ci can completely imagine what kind of troubled days that Chengchao elder lived on weekdays.

He didn't directly fight with Pei Qianyue, it was light.

This maple forest is not big. After saying this, the two have passed through the maple forest and arrived at the foot of Yaoshan Mountain.

From here, they can leave with the sword.

Then he returned to Langfeng City. He became his outer disciple, and Pei Qianyue became his Langfeng City Lord. The next time he had such a calm chat, don't know when.

Feng Ci somehow gave birth to a sense of disappointment.

He has probably been lonely for too many years, and he has traveled many places in these years, but it has always been difficult for him to integrate into it. Like today, going on an adventure to a secret realm, visiting Xianzong, talking and bickering, and being angry with each other is really an experience haven't had in a long time.

Pei Qianyue was not in a hurry to condense his immortal sword.

He stood against the wind and stood quietly in front of this red maple forest. The autumn wind blew the silk ribbon he tied behind his head and flew in the air.

I don't know what to think.

Feng Ci never knew what he was thinking.

He clearly didn't trust Feng Ci, but he brought Feng Ci to Qingjing Sect to let him listen to the secrets of the Xianmeng, and even let him make a fool of himself in front of the seniors in the cultivation world.

Just because he saved him once in the banyan tree root secret realm?

Or...he had noticed something.

Feng Ci asked him: "Do you have any questions to ask me?"

"have."

Pei Qianyue opened his mouth, his voice soft and low: "Does your soul really come from this world?"

Feng Ci was stunned.

He never thought that Pei Qianyue would ask this question.

How could he know... "the world"?

The existence of Xumi's world has always been a secret.

It's easy to understand. Human's "nature" is to explore the unknown. If everyone knows that they are in only one of the thousands of spaces, there are naturally many people who want to continue to explore. The more such people, the more likely it is that the spatial order will be "chaotic", resulting in irreversible consequences.

Even Feng Ci was only discovered by accidentally spying on the secrets of heaven after becoming the son of heaven.

Why does Pei Qianyue know?

Did he mention it before?

Feng Ci can't remember.

He made a look of "perplexity": "What does the city lord mean by this? What is called 'this world', is there any other world? The disciple doesn't understand."

Pei Qianyue: "You don't understand?"

Wind Ci: "I don't know."

Pei Qianyue stopped talking.

His expression was always indifferent, Feng Ci couldn't see anything unusual, let alone what he was thinking.

Feng Ci wanted to test it out again, but heard Pei Qianyue coldly say, "Then treat it as if you don't understand."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to condense a fairy sword, and his figure turned into a sword shadow and disappeared in place.

Wind Ci: "..."

Feng Ci: "???"

Why are you suddenly angry?

Didn't you have a good chat just now, how can you leave?

They are all three thousand years old, can you be a little more mature in your work???