This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar - Chapter 23

    Langfeng City is bitterly cold all year round, and the snowy morning is colder than usual. Going overnight, the yard is covered with snow, and the distant mountains are like smudged ink. The mist is hazy, and the sky and the earth are white.

    —The wound on Pei Qianyue’s body was even bleeding.

    The original Prisoner Demon Rune Array actually won’t cause much damage to the demon clan, but it can be improved by Lingxiaomen and used to eliminate demons. The damage that directly affects the primordial spirit is not easy to heal, not to mention that Pei Qianyue is not bandaged at all.

    I don’t go to heal my wounds, I just kneel here.

    He even knelt on a horse all night.

    Feng Ci was about to laugh at him.

    “What are you doing, Lord City Lord?” Feng Ci said in a bad tone, “This disciple can’t bear the gift of Lord City Lord, what does it look like to be seen?”

    Pei Qianyue stopped coughing, his voice was weak and hoarse: “I have emptied the entire outer disciple courtyard, and the courtyard has been banned, so no one else can enter.”

    Words: “…”

     Fengci was speechless: “Are you really planning to kneel down here for a long time?”

    Pei Qianyue didn’t answer, but asked, “Master is still angry?”

    Wind Ci sneered in her heart.

    I was not angry at first, but who knows, as soon as I went out, I was angry again by some ignorant snake cub.

    Feng Ci leaned against the door and smiled: “If I’m still angry, are you going to kneel here until I’m relieved?”

    Pei Qianyue lowered her head slightly and did not answer, but the answer was self-evident.

      At that time, I didn’t think about whether I would be angry?”

    “It’s not all about calculating the master…” Pei Qianyue seemed to explain, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed and whispered, “I know I was wrong.”

    Wind: “Get up, get out.”

    Pei Qianyue stopped moving again.

    Feng Ci only thinks that Pei Qianyue is dazzling now, whether it is the snow on his body, his pale face, or the little blood around him that dyes the snow red and the lingering smell of blood .

    He stopped looking at him and sneered: “Kneel if you like.”

    Follow, with a bang, the door was closed.

    The force was so strong that it shook off a lot of snow on the roof ridge.

    ***

    Kneeling for three days and three nights.

    Pei Qianyue knelt in front of the door for three days, and Feng Ci was determined to compete with him, so he also stayed in the house for three days.

    In the beginning, I only knew how long Pei Qianyue could hold on, but who knew that the **** was still motionless, dragging his body to the ground.

    Feng Ci was even more distracted.

    Originally, it was a good thing that Pei Qianyue threw all the outer disciples away—no one came to tell Feng to quit his work and practice, he was rarely quiet, and he could sleep as long as he slept—but it was Pei Qianyue knelt outside, and his sense of wind words was sharp. Fang’s weak breath, suppressed cough, and the faint smell of blood in the air were terrifyingly clear across a door.

     I didn’t sleep well for three days.

      But Feng Ci has lived for too many years, and he thinks that the days are too long and boring. If he loses the good thing to pass the time, he doesn’t know what to do.

    Therefore, he has maintained the habit of falling asleep all these years, and he sleeps for a long time every day.

    For an elderly person who has been sleeping steadily for a long time, it is self-evident that he has not slept well for three days.

    As night fell, it was cold and windy outside.

    Wind Ci opened her eyes many times today and turned her head to look in the direction of the door.

    It’s snowing again.

    Although Langfeng City is located in Kunlun, it does not snow frequently on weekdays.

      The heavy snow does not last for too long each time, and it comes quickly and quickly. The snow on Pei Qianyue’s body melts and rises again, and there is no time to stop.

    Feng Ci knew that Pei Qianyue did it on purpose.

    Like the previous attempts, he was soft-hearted.

    The more this is the case, the more determined Feng Ci is.

    Every time I use a trick to pinch him, how can it be so good.

    He won’t fall for him.

    The wind speech was like this in my heart, so I stopped sleeping, got up and crossed my legs and meditated into meditation.

    The cultivator can completely isolate the outside interference, and it has the effect of meditation and concentration. He wants to see who he and Pei Qianyue consumes.

    But Feng Ci was settled, but it did not calm down like the pre-middle.

    Instead, he had another dream.

    ***

    The moon hangs high.

      Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the quiet ancient temple from afar.

    The wind blew the hem of his plain clothes, and the robes flew, like a fairy in the cold moonlight.

    He seemed to be patient, quietly counting the bells in the ancient temple, one after another.

    “One hundred and five.”

    “One hundred and six.”

    “One hundred and seven…”

    He counted slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was clear. But the sound of the bell, which used to be calming, now only makes him feel sad.

    An inexplicable sadness filled Feng Ci’s heart, but he did not understand where the sadness came from. He still didn’t understand that the temple bell had already rung the most.

    One hundred and eight bells, it’s over.

    In the lingering rhythm of the bell, Feng Ci got up and flew towards the ancient temple.

    A little monk was sweeping the floor outside the temple, Feng Ci landed outside the temple gate, and walked slowly towards the ancient temple. The little monk was taken aback by the sudden arrival of him, and came back to his senses in a hurry.

    He put down his broom and walked up to him.

    The little monk gave him a Buddhist salute, and politely asked: “I dare to ask the name of Xianzun, why did you come to Hanshan Temple?”

    “Is the abbot there?” Feng Ci asked in a low voice.

    “Yes.” The little monk said, “Do you want the little monk to report for you?”

    “No need, I’ll just go in by myself.”

    “Sorry.” Feng Ci heard him say this.

    Follow, he raised his hand and caught the little monk’s neck in the terrified eyes.

    The rolling spiritual force entered his body along the place where the skin touched.

    …

    Feng Ci suddenly opened her eyes.

    He subconsciously looked down at his hand, and the palm of his hand seemed to still have the temperature of the square skin, which was terrifyingly real. Feng Ci was in a trance for a while before realizing where he was now.

    He is still in the outer disciple courtyard of Langfeng City.

    A low voice came from outside the door, pulling Feng Ci from the horrible and weird dream just now.

    Pei Qianyue was still kneeling at the door of the room, but he didn’t make the words.

    “…The city lord, it has been three days. Except for the Luohuamen disciples who have been executed, the others are still locked in the dungeon. He doesn’t know what the city lord plans to do with him. An older senior has been frightened and fainted several times.”

    “Langfeng City was attacked this time, and many halls in the sect were damaged. The executive elder hopes to give you money to repair it.”

    “The precept elder was executed by you before, but you haven’t arranged for a new agent. The precept hall is now unattended, and there is a backlog of services.”

    “There are also outer disciples who were expelled by you. They are temporarily placed in other courtyards. The disciples don’t know how to explain to him…”

    The comers were chattering, one after another, and the voice sounded extremely tired.

    It’s Xiao Que.

    In the past three days, the most difficult person is probably him.

    Langfeng City has just been attacked by the enemy, which is when the most internal affairs are sent. But the city lord of his family is better. Except for a few rebels who were conspiring at the beginning, he didn’t care about the others, and all the mess was thrown away and no one was left.

    …Even what to do with the immortals who rebelled was not made clear.

    In the past three days, Xiao sat alone in Linxiantai and sent batches of people who came to find the city owner.

    My head is about to explode.

      A water-light mirror stood in the air, and Xiao’s haggard face was reflected in it.

    Not much better than Pei Qianyue.

    But before he finished reporting all his duties, in exchange, Pei Qianyue said in a low voice: “Go away.”

    Xiao Que: “…”

    If it were the usual way, Xiao would definitely shut up and get out. But these few days Langfeng City is really headless, not to mention the chores within the faction, there are even a lot of immortals outside for Pei Qianyue to appease and deal with.

    Pei Qianyue did not explain the handling of Xianmen Xu clearly, but Xiao did not dare to let people go easily, so he had to block the news again and again.

    Ling Xiaomen doesn’t even know that his elders of the dynasty are dead.

    Before he finished speaking, the door was slammed.

    Feng Ci stood in front of the door with a sullen face and said coldly: “Get in.”

    The water light mirror suddenly darkened, but Xiao cut off the connection at the head.

    I haven’t gone out for the past few days, only now did I realize that Pei Qianyue’s face was even uglier than the previous days.

    Feng Ci looked upset and said annoyed: “If you want to come in, don’t come in at all.”

    Pei Qianyue was covered in snow, and after a long time he nodded slowly: “Okay.”

    I don’t know if it was due to freezing, or the injury was involved in the action. When he got up, his body swayed and he almost fell.

    The next second, I was caught by a warm and soft embrace.

    Feng Ci felt as if he was hugging a piece of ice, so cold that his heart twitched unconsciously. Pei Qianyue’s head rested on his shoulder, the snow on his body shook off, melted into water instantly, and disappeared into the neckline.

    Feng Ci subconsciously hugged him tightly, and smelled the faint **** smell of this man again.

    “It’s only been kneeling for a few days, how come you can’t even walk?” Feng Ci said goodbye to him without looking at him, and laughed lightly, “You still want to be the leader of the Shixian League?”

    Pei Qianyue’s cold breath spit on Fengci side neck, a little hoarse, but also smiling: “Let the master laugh.”

    As a big demon, Pei Qianyue would not suffer much damage to his body if he knelt down in the snow for three days, even if he knelt for ten days and a half months. But the injury he suffered in the prison demon talisman has never healed, and even because of the delay for these days, his breath has become weaker and weaker.

    “Speak first, I’m not soft-hearted.” Feng Ci emphasized, “It’s just that Langfeng City still has more for you to deal with. If I don’t let you in, I’m afraid Senior Brother Xiao will come too. Kneel with you.”

    “I have set a ban on the outside, so he can’t come in.” Pei Qianyue’s voice was soft, “The master is soft-hearted.”

    Words: “…”

    Why does he sound a little smug?

    Feng Ci was so angry that he almost threw the **** out of his arms.

    But before he took any action, Pei Qianyue entangled his arms and hugged him.

    “Cold.”

    The voice sounded close to the ear, low and soft, and it was a hit.

    Damn.

    Feng Ci’s expression was numb, and she carried the person into the house resignedly.

      Fortunately, his room is not big, and the bed is just two steps into the room.

    Feng Ci stumbled and hugged Pei Qianyue and retreated, hitting the edge of the bed, and both fell into the bed.

    Fengci quickly looked up: “Are you missing?”

    But he didn’t get an answer.

    A navy blue spiritual light suddenly flashed in the house, the light dissipated, and only a small black snake remained in Feng Ci’s arms.

    Pei Qianyue changed back to her original form.

    When the demons consume a lot of spiritual power or are weak, they will choose to return to their original form to store their physical strength and heal themselves.

    I understand all these truths.

    However, Pei Qianyue knew that Feng Ci’s original form was the least resistant.

    Feng Ci held a black snake with a cold body, and watched Fang bit by bit as he coiled his body up, buried his head in his chest, rubbed gently, and stopped moving .

    Words: “…”

    He did it all on purpose, absolutely!