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Chapter 11 Chapter 11 That's... a snake's tail....
The wind is helpless.
He originally wanted to test more carefully why Pei Qianyue knew the concept of a small world, and why he would ask him such a question, but that bastard was running so fast that he couldn't even see a shadow in a blink of an eye.
He had no choice but to follow Yu Jian to Langfeng City.
It wasn't until now that Feng Ci realized that when he came to Yaoshan, Pei Qianyue was still waiting for him on purpose.
At this time, on the return journey, the speed of the bastard's flight more than doubled compared to when it came, and it was a little difficult for Feng Ci to chase after him.
As a demon, Pei Qianyue's practice of the sky is easier than that of mortals. Feng Ci was too lazy to spend any more energy, so he gave up and slowly lowered his speed.
When he returned to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the sky was already dark.
Pei Qianyue really disappeared a long time ago, Feng Ci entered the mountain gate through the teleportation formation at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and went directly back to the outer disciples' courtyard.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he bumped into someone, and by coincidence, it was the little boy named Song Zhou.
"Jing Ming, why are you here?"
Because of Cheng Bo's relationship, the outer disciples didn't dare to interact with Fengci. The only one who knew him a little bit and could say a few words was Song Zhou.
Feng Ci didn't understand his endless words and asked, "Why can't I be here?"
"You're not..." Song Zhou blinked his eyes in confusion, remembered something again, and hurriedly dragged him out, "Go out and hide, don't let them see you—"
"Why should I..."
Before Fengci could say a word, a shout suddenly came from the courtyard: "Isn't that Lu Jingming?!"
Song Zhou: "..."
Wind Ci: "?"
After a while, Feng Ci was brought into the courtyard. Dozens of disciples from the outer sect were crowded in the courtyard, and the door of a disciple's room opposite was open, and Cheng Bo was helped out from inside.
His forehead and cheeks were obviously red, swollen and bruised, and he sneered when he saw Feng Ci: "I'm willing to come out, eh?"
Feng Ci has been away from the disciple's courtyard for a day and a night, and he doesn't understand what happened at all. He looked around for a week, and nodded tentatively: "Well, go out and get some air."
"You still have a face" Cheng Bo wanted to stand up in a hurry, but he didn't know where the injury was involved, and he fell back on the chair with an "ouch".
Feng Ci asked uncertainly: "This injury...Isn't it caused by 'I'?"
Cheng Bo shouted, "Who else could it be if you weren't, don't pretend to me here!"
Wind Ci: "..."
He ran out to follow Pei Qianyue last night. In order to prevent people from looking for him when he was not in the party but no one could be seen, and if there were more troubles, he arbitrarily squeezed a substitute and placed it in the room, pretending to be ill on the bed.
The usual substitute technique should be spiritual body synaesthesia, with the same consciousness, which is no different from a real person. But doing that requires a lot of cultivation. Feng Ci was worried that this trip would require the use of spiritual power. In addition, most of the small disciples in the outer sect had low cultivation bases, so they should not see the difference, so they just made an empty shell for a short time. Pretend for a day or two.
The avatar is not under his control, but his "sex" is roughly the same as his, and he can easily communicate with people and use some low-level spells.
It stands to reason that it should not be done casually with people.
Feng Ci didn't see the substitute at the moment, and didn't know what happened, so he said: "Senior Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I was confused in the afternoon. If I offend you, I'll be offended."
Cheng Bo sneered: "I'm so confused, I can still conjure up a swarm of bees chasing me and sting. Junior Brother is worthy of being an apprentice of Tianxuanzong. No wonder the city owner takes a fancy to it."
Oh, that's his usual trick.
Feng Ci was puzzled again: "But I don't see any signs of being stung by my senior brother?"
Cheng Bo's face became even more indescribable.
Song Zhou tugged at his sleeve behind him: "Don't say a few words."
"Today is the day of the class at the outer door. Senior Brother Cheng sent someone to look for you several times, but no one responded, so he went in person. Who knows, he just lifted your quilt, and you turned into a swarm of bees, chasing after him. mountain."
"You haven't been out of the house for a day, maybe you don't know that Brother Cheng plunged into the small river in the back mountain in order to avoid the bees, and almost didn't drown."
Wind Ci: "..."
Cheng Bo: "Are you laughing at me?"
Feng Cizheng "color": "No."
Cheng Bo narrowed his eyes.
He stood up from his chair without asking his disciples to help him. He limped to Feng Ci and said coldly, "Lu Jingming, don't be too arrogant. Let me tell you, I have already reported to the class that you pretended to be sick and missed class today. Elder. When the city master knows, you will be expelled from the teacher's door."
"...you wait and see."
The "color" of the mountains is empty, and among the mountains, the red maples are like the sea. On the cliff, someone sits and plays the piano.
The sound of the qin was leisurely and ethereal, but the people who listened to the qin did not appreciate it: "Sect Master Wen, I know that when you apprenticed to the Qingjing Sect back then, it was secretly facilitated by his Pei Qianyue. You were grateful to him, so you worked for him. But don't forget it. Now, you are the Sect Master of Qingjing Sect, and you should focus on the overall situation."
Before the sound of the violin stopped, Wen Huaiyu's voice lingered: "That elder Chengchao thinks, which thing Huaiyu did did not focus on the overall situation?"
"You are still pretending to be stupid in front of me!" Elder Chengchao scolded, "You let a snake demon sit in the position of the lord of the Immortal League, how dare you say that you take care of the overall situation?"
"All things have spirits, all living beings are equal, and those who have not created killing karma can cultivate and attain the Tao."
Wen Huaiyu's voice was the same as his piano, and it sounded gentle and peaceful: "Elder Chengchao, this is what you sent the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect to say. Just because of the non-me race sitting on top, Lingxiao Sect is going to plan now. Have you violated your own mission?"
"...In just two days, two immortal sects have been destroyed. You are not going to investigate the truth, but you are provoking the relationship between the six sects. Is this your overall situation?"
Elder Cheng Chao's face suddenly became very ugly.
He stood behind Wen Huaiyu, his expression extremely gloomy: "You don't really listen to Pei Qianyue's words and think that someone in the six sects wantonly slaughtered your comrades, right?"
"The real murderer behind the scenes slaughtered dozens of immortal sects in a row. Looking at the entire cultivation world, except for his thousand-year-old snake demon, Pei Qianyue, who has this ability? Is it possible that the ancestor Qianqiu came into the world?"
"I don't want treasure, I don't want magic weapons, it's just for killing people. Pei Qianyue said that he couldn't see the real intention of the murderer, can't you see it?" Cheng Chao sneered, "Why is it so coincidental that all the people who died were from the Xianmeng. Outside the sect, is the real murderer behind the scenes also wanting to tell the world, once you enter the Immortal League, will you be blessed?"
"Xianmeng, Xianmeng, isn't this Xianmeng established by him Pei Qianyue, who in the entire cultivation world wants the Xianmeng to rule more firmly than him?"
"It's been five months, and people in the cultivation world are panicking. Many small sects are worried about causing trouble and have dismissed their disciples one after another. But what about the Xianmeng, the sects who volunteered to join the Xianmeng this year, and the number of disciples who participated in the selection of the Xianmeng has turned by three. times."
"—What exactly does this represent, Sect Master Wen, haven't you thought about it at all?"
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Wen Huaiyu raised her eyes to look at the horizon, the moon's "color" was hidden behind the mist, leaving only a hazy shimmer: "But it's all just your guess."
"So, didn't this come to discuss with Sect Master Wen?" Cheng Chao's expression relaxed a bit, "It's speculation now, but as long as we join forces with various factions to attack Langfeng City and capture Pei Qianyue alive... Then the trial will be conducted slowly, and He Chou will not find any evidence."
Wen Huaiyu fell silent.
Elder Chengchao said leisurely: "We Lingxiaomen will never allow Pei Qianyue to act recklessly. This time, the old man came to lobby Sect Master Wen on the order of the sect master, and I hope Sect Master Wen will consider it carefully."
Wen Huaiyu asked softly, "How can you be sure that I will be on your side, not City Lord Pei?"
"Sect Master Wen, Pei Qianyue is not our comrade, why should you protect him everywhere. If he didn't hold the true inheritance of Qianqiu Patriarch, how could he fit in that position? In other words..."
Cheng Chao paused for a moment, and finally revealed a smile in his eyes: "As long as he falls, everyone will be the true successor of Patriarch Qianqiu, so everyone can take the seat of the leader of the alliance?"
Wen Huaiyu's eyes moved slightly.
After a long while, the ethereal sound of the piano sounded again on the cliff, and Wen Huaiyu's low voice almost covered by the sound of the piano: "It's a pity that there are only you and me. I'm afraid Pei Qianyue can't help it. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run..."
Feng Ci was naturally not expelled from the school by Pei Qianyue. In fact, Feng Ci had never seen Pei Qianyue since Yaoshan parted that day.
"Lu Jingming, don't go to sleep, Senior Brother Cheng asked you to clean the Sutra Collection Pavilion." Early in the morning, someone called him outside the door.
Since that day, Cheng Bo shouted and failed to get out of bed and was chased by bees for half the mountain, even fewer people dared to approach him. Even when they came to tell him to work, they just stood far away in the small courtyard and called him.
But the good thing is that besides arranging more work for him, Cheng Bo doesn't dare to trouble him any more.
He came to inform this disciple that he planned to run away after shouting, but when he turned around, he was caught by a hand.
I don't know when Feng Ci came behind him, grabbed his back collar with one hand, and rubbed his eyes sleepily with the other hand: "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion... Didn't I just swept it a few days ago?"
Apparently just woke up, talking and yawning.
"You loosen... loosen!" The disciple struggled for a while, but he couldn't break free. He stomped his neck and said, "What's wrong with cleaning again, you dare not listen to Senior Brother Cheng's orders?"
"Listen, how dare you not listen." Feng Ci said, "I just want to ask, is there any other place?"
"where do you want to go?"
Word of the wind: "Lin Xiantai."
The disciple looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
Feng Ci smiled at him happily: "I know that the brothers are afraid to set foot in Linxiantai. The city owner treats me well. If there is work in Linxiantai, I will be happy to do it for the brothers."
Feng Ci really wanted to meet Pei Qianyue again.
The main reason is that what Pei Qianyue said before he left that day really made Feng Ci a little concerned, and the more he thought about it after he went back, the more he cared about it. Feng Ci is a little "sick", and he doesn't like to keep things in his heart, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't make things clear.
So these days, Feng Ci really misses Pei Qianyue a little bit like every three autumns.
But for several days in a row, Pei Qianyue locked himself in Linxiantai, did not go out, and never left the sect again. Feng Ci did not have a chance to sneak out to find him if he wanted to repeat his old tricks.
Being "forced" and helpless, he could only think of another way.
But the disciple replied: "Linxiantai, don't think about it for the time being."
Wind Ci: "Why?"
"Neimen sent a deacon and senior brother to come over and said that the city lord has been retreating in Linxiantai these days, let us all stay away from Linxiantai."
Feng Ci was surprised: "Why did you suddenly retreat?"
It wasn't fine the past few days.
"The city lord is going to retreat, how can I know why." The disciple finally pulled the collar out of Fengci's hands and shouted, "In short, in short, hurry up to work, don't make excuses all day long to be lazy. Day by day I don’t read books, I don’t practice swords, and there are so many things to talk about right now, you’re lazy.”
The disciple scolded and walked away, but Feng Ci restrained the smile on his face, and his eyes sank slightly.
It's all right, if you want to close it, just close it.
Did something happen?
On Linxiantai, the guard disciples stood on both sides of the formation, with a solemn expression. The 300-level white jade stone steps behind him towered into the clouds, and the towering and quiet high hall was vaguely visible in the smoky clouds.
The door of the main hall was tightly closed, and a cloud of blue smoke drifted in silently.
Feng Ci appeared in the hall.
Different from usual, his figure is translucent, his feet vacantly landed on the ground, leaving no sound.
There were still no lights in the hall, but it was much more "chaotic" than the last time he came. Feng Ci frowned and floated in, seeing broken vases, tea cups, and even smashed chairs.
...to describe it as a mess is light.
The entire hall could not feel the slightest breath of Pei Qianyue, but after the last experience, Feng Ci did not dare to slack off, held his breath, and quietly entered the inner hall.
But he searched for a large circle inside and outside the hall, but found no trace of Pei Qianyue.
Where did this guy shut up?
At this moment, Feng Ci felt that something in the darkness touched his leg.
He slipped into Linxiantai, using the state of separation of consciousness, which is no different from the soul. It stands to reason that unless he actively touches it, the things next to him will never touch him.
But that thing happened.
More than just touching it, the thing rubbed twice at the hem of his clothes and went in directly under the hem of his clothes.
The sensitivity of divine consciousness is far beyond the physical body, Feng Ci trembled uncontrollably, and knew what it was.
That's... a snake's tail.