Impression, Pei Qianyue rarely sleeps in front of Feng Ci.

After getting along for so long, Feng Ci once thought that this person did not need to rest, because whenever Feng Ci was awake, Pei Qianyue was in a awake state.

Feng Ci felt like a string was tense on his body, but he could only relax by staring at Feng Ci all the time.

There was only one exception, when Pei Qianyue knelt for three days and three nights in Linxiantai, before he couldn't hold back to his original shape and fainted.

It is not wrong to say that this person is used to making people feel distressed.

Feng Ci did not continue to blow the cold wind at the bow station, but turned around and went back to the cabin. He carefully lowered the curtains on both sides of the awning boat and sat down in the cabin.

The little snake on the wrist was still sound asleep.

Feng Ci remembered that when the little black snake was just rescued, the little guy was also wrapped around his wrist from morning to night. When was a child, the snake cub was very skinny, and if ignored it for a while, it would make trouble in Fengci's sleeve, but only by 'touching' it twice, it could immediately be coaxed to sleep.

Unexpectedly, this habit still exists now.

Feng Ci looked down at the sleeping snake on his wrist.

Young black snakes are very cute. Such a big little snake didn't even have the pattern on the snake's scales, it was pitch black and shiny, and its body was soft and cold.

Feng Ci took a look, and stretched out his free hand to "touch" the snake's body.

The soft snake body fluctuated slightly with the breath, and the cold breath sprayed on Feng Ci's hands, making him a little itchy.

The fingers slowly 'touched' down the snake's body, touching the slender tip of its tail.

Snakes' tails are extremely sensitive, especially at the tip, they twitch slightly when touched. Feng Ci was amused by his reaction and had a great time.

Pei Qianyue only fell asleep, and another reason was that he was trapped by the wind and could not perceive the outside world. Now that the ban has been lifted, the perception is gradually returning, and the sleep is not as deep as before.

After being tossed about by Feng Ci again, he was woken up.

His head moved, Feng Ci suddenly withdrew his evil hand, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

The little snake didn't seem to be fully awake from his deep sleep, his head slowly raised, and he stayed in place for a while.

Fengci coughed lightly, with a kind expression on his face: "Are you awake?"

The little black snake climbed up the fingers of Shunfengci, and climbed to the tip of the finger, only to say, "I just...sleep?"

"...Well." Feng Ci said, "I slept very deeply."

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, his tail moved subconsciously, wondering if he still felt something strange.

Feng Ci quickly changed the topic: "We can go to Folding Sword Villa in about noon, you should change back first."

Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.

The little black snake quietly shrank back, circled around Feng Ci's wrist a few times, and wrapped it up obediently.

Wind Ci: "..."

Feng Ci couldn't cry: "What are you doing, you are addicted to being a snake?"

The little black snake put his head on Fengci's wrist, and the answer was reasonable: "Why not?"

Feng Ci: "Then when we arrive at Folding Sword Villa, will you always be a snake?"

Pei Qianyue still said that: "Why not?"

"..." Feng Ci was silent for a moment, and said, "You really don't want to be lazy and want me to solve the problem myself?"

Pei Qianyue twitched his tail and stopped answering.

Fengci felt that he might be a toiler, and he would be drunk every day, but now he finally has Pei Qianyue by his side who can help him, but this person doesn't seem to care about these things at all, and he just wants to get tired of him.

Do nothing.

Feng Ci angrily poked the little black snake on the head.

Pei Qianyue did what he said, and until the ferry arrived at the gate of Folding Sword Villa, it still insisted on not turning back into a human form.

Feng Ci was too lazy to care about him, so he just let him "sex".

When disembarking from the ferry, there are long stone steps. There are dense trees on both sides of the stone steps, and when you look up, you can vaguely see a tall mountain gate and the ridge of the eaves like birds spreading their wings on the stone steps of more than 100 steps.

But on both sides of the ferry, there were two young disciples wearing dark red clothes.

All of them carried a wide sword on their backs, and their expressions were astonishing.

Before Feng Ci got off the boat, he heard the two young disciples speak from a distance: "Uncle Li, why are you here? Didn't the owner of the village instruct you to come again?"

The boatman explained: "There is a guest from Suzhou..."

"Guests? But we—"

Feng Ci lifted the curtain of the awning boat and walked out.

He said, "I'm the one who bothered Uncle Li to send me here, and please don't embarrass him."

The two disciples looked at each other and asked, "I don't know the name of this young master. What's the point of coming to Fold Sword Villa?"

"My surname is Lu, Lu Jingming." Feng Ci took out a token from his arms and handed it over, "My owner has a relationship at the Wanhai Market, and he allowed me to bring this token."

One of its disciples took the token and carefully identified it: "This is indeed the token of the village owner.."

He bowed to Fengci and saluted: "Don't blame the son, the disciple will bring the son into the village."

But even if Feng Ci holds the token, it is not so easy to enter the village.

From the dock to the Zhejian Villa, in just over a hundred stone steps, Feng Ci saw three barriers, five or six kinds of restrictions, and several disciples deliberately guarded the gate of the villa to carefully search the people entering and leaving.

Feng Ci, an outsider, is even more unavoidable.

He stood obediently in front of the mountain gate and was searched, and when he looked up, he saw the plaque hanging high above his head.

The plaque seems to be a few years old, but the large characters of Zhejian Villa are written in a bold and powerful way, and the author's wild bearing can be vaguely seen.

Fengci asked curiously, "Who wrote the words on this plaque?"

Folding Sword Villa uses swords as weapons, and its exercises are resolute and domineering, but its disciples have not cultivated such a habit.

Whether it was the two people guarding the ferry, or the disciples who searched in front of the mountain gate, they were all courteous.

He explained to the disciple Fengci Search: "This word is Xiao Jueti, our first-generation villa owner."

Feng Ci asked: "Then why is it called Folding Sword Villa?"

Most of the names of the Xianmen sects have something to say.

Is it like Langfeng City, directly named after the place name of Kunlun Langfengdian, or like Lingxiaomen, named after the first-generation gate master. Is that neither of these account for, there is always an auspicious saying.

But the name Fold Sword Villa... doesn't sound very auspicious.

Jianxiu regards the sword as his life, and his realm is so high that he even merges with the sword. If the sword is broken, most people will die.

The disciple explained to him very patiently: "Young master, did you know that the first-generation villa owner was sturdy and resolute throughout his life, and he was not afraid of the oppression of power. When he set up the Folding Sword Villa, he left a ancestral instruction at the beginning of the establishment of the sect."

Having said that, he raised his head and looked at the plaque above his head: "—Enter my Folding Sword Villa, the sword can be folded, but the person cannot."

Feng Ci's eyes moved.

The disciple said, "That's how Zhejian Villa got its name."

Feng Ci praised: "Good character."

The disciple just didn't answer.

At that moment, Feng Ci seemed to see a trace of loneliness flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly calmed down and lifted his sleeves.

"what"

A small black snake sprang out of his sleeve, opened his mouth wide, and poised to bite. Fortunately, the disciple had martial arts, and he dodged quickly, so he escaped.

The little black snake's tail was still wrapped around Fengci's wrist, its head was raised high, and "hiss" spit out bright red snake letters.

Wind Ci: "..."

"This this……"

The disciple seemed to be frightened, Feng Ci sighed, pinched the little black snake's head and tidily rolled him back onto his wrist, and then said to the disciple: "I have a gadget, I am not very obedient, I hope fellow Daoists don’t be surprised.”

"So... so it is." The disciple calmed down a little and said, "Let the young master see you."

"Where, it doesn't understand the rules." Feng Ci poked the head of the little black snake, "Apologize to others."

The little black snake wagged its tail and retracted into Feng Ci's sleeve.

Wind Ci: "You—"

"It doesn't matter." The disciple didn't seem to want to continue dealing with the little black snake, so he quickly said, "Young master, this little snake is quite spiritual, very...very cute, just now I probably thought I was hostile, so It will attack suddenly, so don't make it difficult."

Wind Ci: "..."

No, he didn't think you were hostile, he was hostile to everyone who came close to him.

After a simple search, the disciple who went to the village to report also returned, and Feng Ci finally entered the gate of the villa.

The one who led the way was the disciple who just searched him.

Feng Ci he chatted a few words, only to know that this person turned out to be the eldest disciple of the current owner of Zhejian Villa, whose name is Jin Yi.

Jin Yi took the wind and entered the villa. The interior of this villa is huge. Although it is not as rich and noble as the Qingjingzong, it is not much worse. The difference is that the villa is now heavily guarded, and sword-wielding disciples can be seen patrolling everywhere.

"Is that the nine-turn formation?" Feng Ci recognized the nine stone pillars placed in the center of the front courtyard.

Each of these nine stone pillars has different hidden weapons hidden in them, and they are placed in a special order. Once opened, the stone pillars will move in the array like living things, attacking people who break in.

Jin Yi was startled, but did not hide: "Young master has good eyesight."

This organization array was revealed by Feng Ci Ming, and of course he recognized it.

only……

This formation seems to be strange and changeable, but the actual lethality is not strong, and it can only be used to deal with and delay time. It's okay to face ordinary enemies, but once you encounter a powerful enemy with a very high cultivation realm, it's not very useful.

What's more, this time the enemy...

Feng Ci frowned slightly and didn't say much.

Because Fengci was holding the owner's token, he was the guest invited by the owner, so Jin Yi took him directly to the courtyard, where the owner handled affairs.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the first person to see it was a young man.

The red-clothed boy knelt in the middle of the yard, bowed his head slightly, and his body was shaking slightly.

He should have been kneeling for a long time, and the top of his clothes was slightly damp, most likely from the rain last night.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he raised his head, revealing his pale and haggard face.

It was the young man Feng Ci met at the Wanhai Market, the younger brother of the owner of Zhejian Villa, Xiao Chenghuan.

"It's you..." Xiao Chenghuan also recognized Feng Ci.

Feng Ci nodded to him, "Young Master Xiao."

Jin Yi stepped forward directly, raised his hand and squeezed a formula for cleaning clothes, as if he wanted to help Xiao Chenghuan dry his clothes.

"Ayi." Xiao Chenghuan called and shook his head, "No need."

Jin Yi: "Little Martial Uncle, but you..."

Xiao Chenghuan said: "I'm kneeling here for Si Kuo, you are helping me, what else do you call Si Kuo?"

"Can……"

Xiao Chenghuan was still very young, so He Fengci's body is almost the same size now. Jin Yi is older than him, but in terms of seniority, he still calls him "Uncle Shi".

Jin Yi looked down at him for a moment, and finally closed his eyes and retracted his hand.

He turned his head and said to Feng Ci: "The owner of the village is in the house now, the son"

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the room was suddenly pulled, and the young manor came out.

Xiao Chengxuan is still dressed in red, but Feng Ci plainly feels that his expression is much haggard now compared to Wanhai Market.

Xiao Chengxuan said without politeness, "Young Master Lu, invite me to come."

He said and walked outside the courtyard, Jin Yi said: "Master, little uncle he..."

Xiao Chengxuan took a step.

Jin Yi continued: "Little Martial Uncle is not good in the first place, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it if I kneel down like this, Master—"

"Did I let him kneel?" Xiao Chengxuan said coldly, without turning his head, "He is no longer from my Folding Sword Villa, but he himself is unwilling to go, so he kneels here. If you can't see it, just put him Get out."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Chenghuan's face became even paler: "No, no! I don't want to leave, brother, please don't drive me away!"

Xiao Chengxuan ignored him and walked out.

Feng Ci looked back at the two people in the yard, Jin Yi bowed his head in front of Xiao Chenghuan, as if he was persuading him in a low voice. He didn't look any further and left the yard with Xiao Chengxuan.

At the time when Xiao Chengxuan was in the Wanhai Market, he promised to let Feng resign from the Treasure Pavilion to choose a magic weapon at will.

Although Feng Ci used this excuse to come to Fold Sword Villa, he actually didn't take this promise seriously.

Most of these words are just excuses on the scene. But unexpectedly, Xiao Chengxuan actually found Treasure Pavilion and let Feng Ci enter the selection.

"These..." Feng Ci stood outside the Treasure Pavilion and glanced at the room full of magical treasures. He couldn't hold back, and swallowed it in a hopeless manner, "Can you choose all of these?"

"Yes." Xiao Chengxuan said, "If Young Master Lu feels that the value is not as good as the Magic Spirit Cauldron, it's okay to pick two or three pieces."

This is so generous.

There are different grades of instruments, but their value is not limited to the grades.

After all, it's just a utensil, and it's all for human use.

The elixir, which is helpful for cultivation, and the weapons that help increase the strength of the force have always been more valuable than other useful instruments.

This is the practical value of the magic weapon.

The Magic Spirit Cauldron is a magical weapon left over from the war between humans and demons.

This object is used for self-defense against the enemy, but is different from normal weapons because it is difficult to control.

Once the Illusory Spirit Cauldron traps a person, no matter whether it is a spell or an attack, it cannot be released from the outside world, and it can be regarded as a killer.

This thing was an excellent thing to use during the war, but now, after so many years of peace in the world, how many life and death enemies are there, it is worth using this thing?

No matter how high its rank is, its value is actually not as good as some of the treasures in this Treasure Pavilion.

"Master Xiao is so generous, it makes me a little embarrassed." Feng Ci said.

Xiao Chengxuan also sighed softly and said in a low voice, "It's all things outside the body, nothing to talk about. These are treasures accumulated by several generations of owners, and it's useless to store them in the Treasure Pavilion. It's better to find someone who is destined for them."

Feng Ci: "If the village owner wants to sell the treasure, Master Xue of Suzhou is very interested in purchasing a batch of magic treasures."

Xiao Chengxuan obviously did not expect that Feng Ci actually introduced him to the business in a book, and was stunned for a moment.

"However, in my opinion, most of the treasures in this house are very precious, so it's a pity to sell them like this. And..." Speaking of which, Feng Ci paused and said, "There are a lot of things in here, and the villa owner will use them soon. up, isn't it?"

Xiao Chengxuan frowned: "What does it mean to be useful?"

Feng Ci: "Naturally it is used to defend against the enemy."

The treasures of this treasure pavilion are no worse than the Immortal Alliance. If they are all used, and the wind words help, it will not be difficult to defend against the enemy.

Xiao Chengxuan's expression changed completely: "Have you seen the notice of Folding Sword Villa?"

Fengci nodded: "Well, it is."

Xiao Chengxuan: "You came to Fold Sword Villa, not for the magic weapon?"

"Although I like to collect treasures, I still have no interest in attracting people." Feng Ci did not go around in circles with him, and asked directly, "Zhejian Villa has issued a notice, can someone contact you from Xianmen, and would you like to fight the enemy together? "

Xiao Chengxuan looked hesitant for a moment and did not answer.

Feng Ci asked tentatively, "...No family?"

Xiao Chengxuan sighed.

The wind was silent.

He thought that there should be not many people who dare to stand up, but he didn't expect that there would be none. Those cultivators were more cowardly than he imagined.

Feng Ci patted Xiao Chengxuan's shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, I can help you."

Xiao Chengxuan looked at him, his expression more indescribable than before.

Wind Ci: "..."

Does he look so unreliable?

Xiao Chengxuan didn't say much, but politely refused: "Zhejian Villa does not intend to implicate anyone. After the son has selected the magic weapon, it is better to leave as soon as possible."

Wind Ci: "You—"

Xiao Chengxuan raised his hand: "Please."

Feng Ci had no choice but to follow him to the Treasure Pavilion.

In fact, can't blame Xiao Chengxuan for not trusting him.

Feng Ci's physical body is no more than ten years old now, and he is about the same age as the young master of Zhejian Villa, and because of his appearance, he looks younger than his actual age.

No one will be gullible.

With Pei Qianyue by his side, it shouldn't be like this now.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Pei Qianyue's face looked very trustworthy.

Feng Ci raised his hand, and the plain white sleeves shook, revealing the little black snake between his wrists.

The little black snake didn't care what Feng Ci and Xiao Chengxuan were talking about at all, the whole snake was wrapped around Feng Ci's wrist, and its tail swept his wrist, revealing a pleasant and leisurely enjoyment.

It was even a little drowsy.

See the wind and the teeth are itchy.

He's "fucking" in the realm of self-cultivation here, and now he's still being suspected, this bastard is quite comfortable.

Who is the leader of the Xianmeng? ? ?

Noticing that he raised his hand, the little black snake finally lowered its head and raised its head.

Also slightly crooked.

"It's okay." Feng Ci turned towards him, "You sleep with you."

His face was very gentle, and the little black snake's body couldn't help shaking.

There was an ominous premonition in vain.

But before he could react, Feng Ci neatly tugged his sleeves and retracted him into his sleeves.