After hearing these words, Feng Ci's expression sank.
He raised his head, trying to find the slightest hint of a joke on Pei Qianyue's face, but there was.
Pei Qianyue's words were extremely serious and carried a lot of weight.
Feng Ci stared at him for a long time, then looked away lightly: "It's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
The cold wind messed with Feng Ci's temples, Pei Qianyue raised his hand to straighten him, and slid his fingertips from his forehead to behind his ears, "What does the Lord think is absurd?"
"It's all absurd everywhere." Cold fingers lingered behind his ears, Feng Ci knew he was the reason, so he didn't look at him, "So in your heart, it's not okay for Xiaohu to spend hundreds of years of cultivation to trap herself in an illusion. It's worth it, it's worth it to practice revenge and die with the Lord?"
Pei Qianyue actually smiled: "What's wrong?"
Feng Ci: "What's the difference between you doing this and Jue?"
He thinks it's not worth it for the little fox to do this, because the Yaozu have a long lifespan, so they shouldn't trap themselves in illusions and these old things. What's more, the illusion will be broken sooner or later, and at that time, nothing will be gained.
Pei Qianyue was fine, and gave him an even more ridiculous answer.
Can't there be a choice to live for yourself
"And you—" Feng Ci wanted to say something more, but the other party gently pinched his earlobe.
Feng Ci: "..."
Is this getting more and more presumptuous recently
With one hand still playing behind his ear, Feng Ci could bear it no longer, and grabbed the other's wrist: "Believe it or not, I'll leave you behind?"
Pei Qianyue said with no bottom line: "I know I was wrong."
... It is very refreshing to admit your mistakes.
Feng Ci let go of his hand.
"But..." Pei Qianyue paused, "We were already."
After the words fell, Feng Ci felt that his feet were suddenly empty, and his body fell straight down. When in danger, he instinctively grabs the things close to him. Even with the spell of Fengci Yukong, it is difficult to stop his primitive instinct.
He instinctively reached out to grab Pei Qianyue and touched him, but he met a smiling face.
The next moment, his outstretched hand was gently held and pulled into a familiar embrace.
A low laugh sounded in his ear.
Feng Ci: "..."
no talking
Childish or not
Is it fun to scare him? ?
Hanshan Temple is not far outside Gusu City, and Pei Qianyue Yujian can reach it in a short time. He didn't enter the city directly, but fell into the woods outside Gusu City with the wind speech.
Pei Qianyue hugged Fengci and landed slowly, and smiled in his ear and said, "Lord, don't be afraid, we're gone."
Feng Ci sneered.
He unceremoniously raised his hand and pushed it, causing him to stagger and hit a tree trunk by the side of the road.
The leaves rustled down, Feng Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left.
"Master." Pei Qianyue hurriedly caught up and stretched out his hand to pull him, "I was wrong."
Feng Ci snorted coldly, it made sense.
Pei Qianyue said: "But I think what the Lord just said is wrong."
Feng Ci tilted his head and glanced at him.
"The fox dare not face the death, preferring to trap himself in the illusion. In the final analysis, he is just cowardly." Pei Qianyue said, "But this is just one thing."
Feng Ci: "How to say?"
"Because time can dilute everything." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "The little fox will recover his memory one day, but wait, the hatred, pain, and even the memory of being with the monks have long been wiped away by time. The Lord really thinks, , can't he get out of the illusion?"
Feng Ci opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
But he knew that Pei Qianyue was right.
Just like at the beginning, he hated the war with the demons, hated being driven by heaven, hated death and hatred, and even escaped from this world at all. But looking back now, some things have long since become worth mentioning.
Time really dilutes everything.
"Speaking of which, such a choice is quite good." Feng Ci said.
The little fox is still young and can't accept the pain of parting, so he would rather not go through it.
Perhaps Master Huikong helped the little fox create an illusion because he knew this.
Let the soul of the monk in Hanshan Temple, in another form, accompany the little fox to grow up for a period of time.
Wait for the pain to gradually fade away, and wait for the day when you can accept it all.
"That's why I'm different." Pei Qianyue said, "I don't give myself a chance to forget."
Feng Ci paused.
The forest in the early morning was extremely quiet, and the breeze was blowing golden leaves scattered around Er.
Pei Qianyue was standing not far behind Feng Ci, Feng Ci turned around and asked in a low voice, "This is how you came here for the past three thousand years?"
Pei Qianyue: "Yes."
Feng Ci: "If I come back, you will continue to wait, or die if you don't wait?"
Pei Qianyue answered.
But the answer is self-evident.
Feng Ci lowered his head and smiled lightly: "I know how your inner demons came about."
Three thousand years ago, even Feng Ci had forgotten the scars left by the Demon War, but Pei Qianyue forgot everything.
Having expectations and yearning for the future can become a motivation to live. But when this kind of expectation lasts in the bottom of my heart for too long, even surpassing the passing of time, if you can't get what you want, it becomes an obsession.
Obsession is too deep, it is a demon.
What's more, Pei Qianyue's obsession lasted for three thousand years.
Feng Ci breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little stuffy in his heart.
What is he capable of
But what Feng Ci said, he continued to walk forward, and found that Pei Qianyue was standing still, and turned around: "What are you doing, why don't you follow up quickly."
Pei Qianyue acted obediently when he got the advantage: "The Lord is not angry?"
Feng Ci: "Are you going or not?"
"Let's go." Pei Qianyue said slowly, "I just wanted to remind the Lord that the direction is wrong, it should be this way."
He turned sideways, raised his finger and pointed behind himself.
Feng Ci looked past his fingers, and through the shadows of trees, he saw the city gate in the distance.
Feng Ci: "..."
Is it strange that Patriarch Qianqiu has a poor sense of direction
He's here again!
***
Outside the city of Gusu in the early morning, people who hadn’t come to the market were already lining up to enter the city. Some spoke loudly in Wu dialect to those around them, and several young children ran quickly through the group, startling the baby who had just woken up and was crying in the basket.
The refreshment shop on the roadside is still alive, but the smoke from the kitchen has already risen, and the faint fragrance of tea can be faintly smelled in the air.
There was a lot of smoke and fire.
Feng Ci took a deep breath, and felt that he was finally completely released from the heavy environment of Hanshan Temple.
Pei Qian was in a hurry to enter the city, so he first sent a letter to Xue Wei. While waiting for Xue Wei to come, he simply left the roadside tea shop with wind.
As soon as they were seated, a waiter immediately came over to serve them tea.
Feng Ci didn't understand: "Since he lives in the city, why didn't he just look for him with his sword? He even walked in outside Gusu City. Isn't there an air-forbidden circle in this mortal city?"
"That's true." Pei Qianyue shook his head, "However, it's inconvenient to enter the city directly with the sword."
Feng Ci: "Why is it inconvenient?"
"Could this be the first time for this little fairy to go down the mountain?" When Pei Qianyue answered, the waiter interrupted first, "Young fairy doesn't know something, there are too many cultivators these days, throw a stone into the city, They can hit several immortal gates."
"You cultivators fly into the sky and hide from the earth. You come from such a place. Once there are more people, the Yamen can't be managed at all. So, a few years ago, the higher-ups made a regulation. Like ordinary people, cultivators have to pass through the city gates to check the current documents or those issued by the cultivators. Yuling."
"I see." Feng Ci nodded, and was curious: "What if we don't check?"
Xiao Er pointed to the city gate, Feng Ci looked up, and there was a half-height square device placed directly above the city gate.
Xiaoer explained: "What is this thing called a spiritual power tracker? There is one in every direction of the city gate, forming a formation. Once a cultivator enters the city without inspection, he will be noticed by the government. Although there are no serious consequences , at most it is to check and question the tape again, but it will be a bit of a delay, isn't it?"
Feng Ci asked: "Wanfa Pavilion also made the play?"
"Yes, it's called Wanfa Pavilion." Xiaoer said, "The things they make are really amazing. I heard that they also made logs that serve tea and pour water to sweep the floor, and cattle that can automatically plow and harvest. Alas, It's a pity that some things are too expensive, and we ordinary people may never see them in this lifetime."
"... The tea is ready for you, just call me if you need anything."
Feng Ci thanked him, and the waiter at the tea shop turned to work again.
The tea shop by the roadside, the tea is naturally good, it should quench your thirst. Feng Ci took a sip of tea, and was still looking at the tracker on the distant city gate.
Feng Ci said: "I still think that the things made by Wanfa Pavilion are only circulated in the cultivation world, and I think the folks also have them, and it seems that they are not."
Pei Qianyue added more tea for him, and said: "The government can afford the money, so Yuchichu will naturally not refuse."
Feng Ci laughed: "Is he so short of money?"
I thought Pei Qianyue would answer seriously: "Yes."
Feng Ci felt curious: "I thought Wanfa Pavilion should be the wealthy faction in Xianmeng."
The Qingjing sect is also very rich, because they make friends with powerful people and have a prosperous incense. But this way of getting rich is not as good as Wanfa Pavilion. The things made by Wanfa Pavilion can be sold to various sects, and they can sell more if they produce more, even old products that have been eliminated for several generations, so the source of income should be continuous.
Pei Qianyue said: "They are indeed so."
Feng Ci: "Why..."
"Because they consume a lot." Pei Qianyue explained, "The power source of the Yanjia Mechanism Technique is the spirit stone. If there is a spirit stone, no matter how powerful Yuchichu is, he will not be able to make anything. It works. Some of the things he keeps researching, even a small mechanism kite, consumes thousands of spirit stones before making the finished product."
"No wonder..." Feng Ci understood, "So he not only made deals with the cultivation world, but also with wealthy businessmen from the private government, in exchange for enough spirit stones to support his research."
Pei Qianyue nodded.
Feng Ci said dumbly: "It takes a lot of consumption..."
Spiritual stones are not only the energy source of mechanism art, but also an indispensable thing for practitioners to practice. They are used for refining Qi, alchemy, medicine and magic. There is no need for spiritual stones in any part of the cultivation process.
Natural spirit stones are produced in places with abundant spiritual veins, but how can there be so many inexhaustible spiritual veins in this world
This is the reason why the major immortal sects have been fighting endlessly for the spiritual veins all year round.
Feng Ci took another sip of tea, and half-jokingly said: "You have to persuade Pavilion Master Yuchi, if you do this again, you will never even think about cultivating."
In fact, spiritual veins are not non-renewable things, but the speed of regeneration is very slow, and the requirements for the environment are extremely high, and spiritual veins must be formed in a place where the clean energy is at its peak, over many years.
With Yuchichu's consumption speed, it is impossible to catch up.
If things go on like this, it won't even lead to exhaustion of aura.
Fengci once lived in a world where spiritual energy was exhausted. Not only the practitioners could not continue to practice, but even the immortals, demons, and gods could hardly survive, and could only disappear one by one from the world. Until then, no magic existed in this world.
Comprehension, spells, fairies, demons and gods have all become fictional things in the story.
But thinking about this, Feng Ci felt a little worried.
He shook his head and continued.
***
After Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue finished drinking a pot of tea, Xue Wei finally finished.
Nian looked like he had just woken up for a long time, his unkempt hair was tied loosely in a ponytail at the back of his head. The material of his clothes is actually not bad, the light blue gown is embroidered with dark patterns, but the collar is worn on one side, and the belt is knotted.
It seems indescribable.
"The city lord has been waiting for a long time." Xue Weiwei trotted over, still panting when he spoke, "Just... just woke up, not good."
Feng Ci said silently: "...don't you point spells?"
Even if you don't control the sword, can't you use a little light work
Xue Wei: "Fuck, I forgot!"
Feng Ci: "..."
Is this really reliable
But Feng Ci quickly saw Xue Wei's usefulness.
Pei Qianyue and Fengci's visit to Hanshan Temple to investigate this time was a secret trip, and they did not tell anyone. Now that he came to Gusu, Pei Qianyue did not intend to reveal his identity, and showed the token of Langfeng City to the officials.
In front of the city gate three times, before he walked in, he saw an officer coming up to greet him: "Master Xue, these two are your friends?"
Xue Wei put on a serious look and cleared his throat: "Well, can we go in?"
"Yes, please." The officer smiled all over his face, and stepped aside respectfully.
They were welcomed into the city so lightly.
After walking far away from the city gate, Feng Ci asked, "What the hell are you?"
"Xue Wei's father is a wealthy businessman in the city." Xue Wei paused, "No, it's my father now."
Feng Ci: "..."
Xue Wei rubbed his nose, but he could continue to speak in a serious manner: "Anyway, in this Gusu, apart from the magistrate, only the master of the Xue family can speak. You saw the instrument on the city gate, right?" , My father bought it with money.”
It was probably because Feng Ci was Pei Qianyue's disciple in Xue Wei's eyes, and he was the same age as him, so he was more scruples about speaking, but it was much more natural than facing Pei Qianyue.
This year is a self-acquaintance, and Feng Ci started his chatterbox after a few words with him.
During the journey from the Xue Mansion at the gate of the city, Xue Wei talked about the customs of Gusu with Feng Ci, what delicious food and drink there is in the upper city, and a new beauty came to the Fengyue Hall in the lower city, but it is a pity that he only sells art and not sells himself. He Fengci said it again.
Pei Qianyue's expression became even uglier.
Xue's Mansion is located in the affluent area of Gusu City. Xue Wei led them to the gate of Xue's Mansion, and was still introducing to Feng Ci: "Go out along this road and turn right, and you will find Fengyue Building on the whole street. Casino, but you have to play well and take me, they like to find new things. And—"
"Xue Wei." Pei Qianyue finally could bear to interrupt.
Xue Wei almost jumped up in fright as if his tail had been stepped on. He quickly restrained his indecent appearance, and said seriously: "My father is out to buy goods, and he won't be back until noon. Why don't the city master go to the house to rest first, and wait for my father to come back, and then I will introduce you to you?"
Pei Qianyue said coldly, "Lead the way."
Xue Wei was completely wilted, and honestly took them into the mansion, to a secluded and elegant courtyard.
"This yard is quiet, and the sound insulation is good. If you don't like being served, I'll tell them not to come near here." Xue Weiwei looked at Pei Qianyue's face while introducing him, "What do you think?"
Pei Qianyue responded lightly.
Xue Wei turned around and wanted to slip away, but was held back by Feng Ci: "Where do I live?"
There is only one bedroom in this yard.
"Ah?" Xue Wei asked blankly, "Didn't you live together..."
His eyes touched Pei Qianyue's face, Fu Ling's heart was as normal, and he decisively put on a embarrassed look: "I only have this courtyard left to live in, there is a real way, Brother Lu, just make it up!"
Feng Ci: "..."