This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar - Chapter 38

    In my impression, Pei Qianyue seldom sleeps in front of Feng Ci.

    Being together 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 sober state.

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

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

    It’s not wrong to say that this person is used to being distressed.

    Feng Ci did not continue to blow the cold wind at the bow station, but turned 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 his wrist was still sound asleep.

    Feng Ci remembered that when the little black snake was just rescued, this little guy was also wrapped around his wrist from morning to night. When I was a child, the snake cub was very skinny. Ignore it for a while and make trouble in Fengci’s sleeve, but just touch it twice, and it can be coaxed to sleep immediately.

    Unexpectedly, this habit is still there.

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

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

    Feng Ci took a look, stretched out her free hand and touched the snake’s body.

    The soft snake body undulates slightly with the breath, and the cold breath sprays on Fengci’s hands, making him a little itchy.

    The fingers slowly ran down the snake’s body and touched the slender tail tip.

    The tails of snakes 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 just fell asleep, and another reason is 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, I was woken up.

    He moved his head, 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 its deep sleep, its head slowly raised, and it stayed in place for a while.

    Fengci coughed lightly, and said with a kind expression on her face: “Are you awake?”

    Little Black Snake climbed up with her fingers, until she reached her fingertips, and said, “I just… fell asleep?”

    “…Well.” Feng Ci said, “Sleep very deeply.”

    Pei Qianyue didn’t answer, his tail moved subconsciously, I wonder if he still felt strange.

    Feng Ci quickly changed the subject: “We can go to Folding Sword Villa in about noon, you can change back first.”

    Pei Qianyue still didn’t answer.

    Words: “…”

    Feng Ci can’t cry: “What are you doing, you are addicted to being a snake?”

    The little black snake put his head on the wind and his wrist, and the answer was reasonable: “Why not?”

    Wind Ci: “Then when we arrive at Folding Sword Villa, will you always be a snake?”

    Pei Qianyue still said, “Why not?”

    “…” Feng Ci was silent for a moment, then said, “Are you really trying to be lazy and want me to solve the problem myself?”

    Pei Qianyue twitched her tail and stopped answering.

    Fengci thinks that he may be a toiled life, and it’s okay to be drunk by heaven every day. Now it’s hard to have Pei Qianyue by his side who can help, but this person doesn’t seem to care about these things at all. I just want 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, he still insisted that he would not change back into a human form.

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

    From the ferry, there is a long stone staircase. 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 a ridge of flying eaves like a bird spreading its wings on the stone stairs of more than 100 steps.

    On both sides of the ferry, there are two young disciples in dark red shirts.

    They all carry a wide sword on their backs, and they look like they are.

    Before Feng Ci got off the boat, I heard the two young disciples speak from a distance: “Uncle Li, why are you here? Didn’t the owner of the village tell you to come again?”

    The boatman explained: “There is a guest from Suzhou…”

    “Guests? Can we—”

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

    He said, “I’m the one who asked 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 son, what is the meaning 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 Come with this token.”

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

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

    From the pier to the Folding Sword Villa, in just over a hundred stone steps, Feng Ci saw three barriers, five or six kinds of restrictions, and several disciples deliberately guarded in front of the villa gate. Search carefully for people entering and leaving.

    This 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 looks a little old, but the large characters of Folding Sword Villa are written in bold and powerful, and the author’s wild bearing can be vaguely seen.

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

    Zhejian Villa uses swords as weapons, and the exercises are resolute and domineering, but the disciples have not cultivated such habits.

    Whether it’s the two people guarding the ferry, or the disciples who searched in front of the mountain gate, they are all polite.

    Explain to the disciple Fengci Search: “This word is Xiao Jueti, our first-generation owner.”

     Fengci asked: “Why is it called Folding Sword Villa?”

    The names of the Xianmen sects are mostly pretentious.

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

    But the name of Folding Sword Villa… doesn’t sound very auspicious.

      If the sword is broken, most people will die.

    The disciple explained to him very patiently: “Young Master, what do you know, the first-generation villa owner has a strong personality and is not afraid of oppression by power. ancestral training.”

    Speaking of this, 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.”

    Wind Ci’s eyes moved.

    The disciple said: “That’s how the name of Folding Sword Villa came from.”

    Feng Ci exclaimed: “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.

    “Ah-“

    A small black snake sprang from the sleeve, opened its mouth wide, and bit people. 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, and its head was raised high, “hissing” and spitting out a bright red snake letter.

    Words: “…”

    “This…this…”

    The disciple seemed to be frightened, Feng Ci sighed, pinched the little black snake’s head and neatly rolled him back onto his wrist, and then he said to the disciple: “I have raised one. Small things, not very obedient, I hope fellow Daoists don’t blame it.”

    “So… so it is.” The disciple calmed down a little and said, “Let the son meet.”

    “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 Fengci’s sleeve.

    Words: “You—”

    “It’s okay.” The disciple didn’t seem to want to continue dealing with the little black snake, and said quickly, “Young master, this little snake is quite spiritual, very… If there is hostility, it will attack suddenly, and there is no need to embarrass it.”

    Words: “…”

    No, he doesn’t think you are hostile, he is hostile to everyone who is 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 searched him just now.

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

      The difference is that the villa is now heavily guarded, and sword-wielding disciples can be seen patrolling everywhere.

    “Is that the nine-turn circle?” Feng Ci recognized the nine stone pillars placed in the center of the front courtyard.

    There are different hidden weapons hidden in each of the nine stone pillars, 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 structure was made by the wind in the past, and he certainly recognized it.

    Just…

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

    Not to mention the enemy this time…

    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 handles affairs.

    As soon as I walked into the yard, the first person I saw was a teenager.

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

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

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

    It is the young man Fengci met at the Wanhai Market, the younger brother of the owner of Folding Sword Villa, Xiao Chenghuan.

    “It’s you…” Xiao Chenghuan also recognized Fengci.

    Fengci nodded to him: “Mr. Xiao.”

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

    Jin Yi: “Little Master, but you…”

    Xiao Chenghuan said: “I’m kneeling here for thinking, you are helping me, what else is thinking.”

    “May…”

    Xiao Chenghuan is still very young, look at He Fengci’s body is about the same size now. Jin Yi is older than him, but in terms of seniority, he still calls him “Uncle Master”.

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

    Before he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pulled, and the young owner came out.

    Xiao Chengxuan was still dressed in red, but Feng Ci plainly felt that he looked 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 Master Uncle is not good at all, I’m afraid I can’t bear it if I kneel like this, Master—”

    “Did I let him kneel?” Xiao Chengxuan didn’t turn his head, and said coldly, “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 him, then kick him out.”

    As soon as he said this, Xiao Chenghuan’s face became even paler: “No, no! I don’t want to go, brother, 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 to persuade him in a low voice. He didn’t look any further and left the yard with Xiao Chengxuan.

    ***

    When Xiao Chengxuan was at the Wanhai Market, he promised to let Feng Qi go to the Treasure Pavilion to choose a magic weapon at will.

    Although Feng Ci used this excuse to break Sword Villa, he 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, casually glanced at the room full of magical instruments and treasures, unable to hold back, swallowed it in a hopeless way, “All of these are ok pick?”

    “Yes.” Xiao Chengxuan said, “If Young Master Lu thinks the value is not as good as the Magic Spirit Cauldron, it’s okay to pick two or three pieces.”

    This is too generous.

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

    After all, they are just utensils, all for human use.

    The elixir herbs that are 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.

    Illusory Spirit Ding is a magic weapon left over from the war between humans and demons.

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

    Once the Magic 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 very useful in the war, but now that the world has been peaceful for so many years, how many life and death enemies are there, it is worth using this thing?

    No matter how high the rank is, the truth value is 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.

      They’re looking for someone to meet.”

    Wind speech: “If the village owner wants to sell the treasure, Mr. Xue from Suzhou is very interested in purchasing a batch of magic treasures.”

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

    “But from the bottom of my eyes, most of the treasures in this house are very precious, so it’s a pity to sell it like this. And…” Speaking of which, Feng Ci paused and said, “There are many things in here, The villa owner will be able to use it soon, isn’t it?”

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

    The word of the wind: “Naturally it is used to defend against the enemy.”

    This treasure pavilion’s magic weapon is no worse than the Xianmeng. If all of them are used, plus Fengci’s 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 Zhejian Villa, not for the magic weapon?”

    “Although I like to collect treasures, I don’t have a good interest.” Feng Ci didn’t go around with him, and asked directly, “Zhejian Mountain Villa has issued a notice, can someone immortal you? Contact, would you like to fight the enemy together?”

    Xiao Chengxuan hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

    Feng Ci asked tentatively: “…no family?”

    Xiao Chengxuan sighed.

    The words were silent.

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

    Feng Ci patted Xiao Chengxuan on the shoulder and comforted: “It’s okay, I can help you.”

    Xiao Chengxuan looked at him, his expression more difficult to describe than before.

    Words: “…”

    Does he look so unreliable?

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

    Words: “You—”

    Xiao Chengxuan raised his hand: “Please.”

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

    Actually, I can’t blame Xiao Chengxuan for not trusting him.

    Feng Ci’s body is no more than ten years old now, and it is the same age as the young master of Folding Sword Villa, and because of his appearance, he looks younger than his actual age.

    No one is gullible.

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

    Although I don’t want to admit it, Pei Qianyue’s face looks very reliable.

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

    Little Black Snake didn’t care what Fengci and Xiao Chengxuan were talking about at all, the whole snake was wrapped around Fengci’s wrist, and its tail swept his wrist, showing a sense of comfort. Leisurely enjoyment.

    It was even a little drowsy.

    It tickles my teeth.

    He is worrying about the cultivation world here, and he is still being suspected. This **** is quite comfortable.

    Who is the leader of the Immortal Alliance? ? ?

     When he noticed 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 expression was very gentle, and the little black snake’s body couldn’t help shaking.

    Innocence gave birth to an ominous foreboding.

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