After saying this, without waiting for Pei Qianyue's response, Feng Ci put his hands on Pei Qianyue's belt eagerly. But for some reason, I couldn't pull it apart after pulling it several times.
A cool hand came up and pressed the back of his hand.
It was only then that Feng Ci realized that his sword hands were trembling as if they had lost all strength.
"Don't be afraid..." Pei Qianyue held his hand with one hand, opened his arms, hugged Fengci into his arms, and gently stroked his palm on his vest, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say what you dreamed, you don't want to talk about it." Fear."
Fear
Feng Ci thought it was funny.
Over the years, how many times has he encountered danger, how many times has he been in trouble, and when has he been afraid
But when Pei Qianyue hugged him like this, the tense and trembling body, as well as the clattering and restless heartbeat in his chest, gradually calmed down.
It turns out that someone can rely on, this is the feeling.
pity…
If only earlier...
Feng Ci didn't continue to think about it, he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.
Pei Qianyue said that his nature has become more and more peaceful now, which is true. It took him a long time to learn how to stabilize his emotions, otherwise, he might have been driven crazy.
Feng Ci buried his head on Pei Qianyue's neck, and his voice became steady as usual: "Let's stop looking for ways to break the mirror."
Pei Qianyue stroked his back lightly and paused.
Feng Ci didn't care, Gu said: "We haven't found it after searching for so many days, maybe there is no way to crack this phantom spirit cauldron at all. Moreover, even if we really look for the exit, if we accidentally release the flesh puppets, Wouldn't it be more troublesome?"
Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.
Feng Ci frowned slightly, and raised his head: "Speak, why are you ignoring me?"
Pei Qianyue just sighed softly: "Is this really what you want?"
Feng Ci's expression froze.
He lay on Pei Qianyue's chest, feeling the vibration of Fang's chest, and a deep voice rang in his ears: "We have searched almost every place in this illusion these days, and now it seems that even if there is a solution to this magic cauldron, There's little hope."
"But if you give up because of this, is the master really willing?"
Feng Ci's eyes lowered.
How could he be willing.
Trapped here, never seeing the light of day, forever lost, how could he be reconciled.
But once he leaves the Huan Ling Ding, what absurd choice he will face.
Why.
Why should he make this kind of choice? Three thousand years have passed, and why should he still bear the sins of the human race alone
There seemed to be countless voices tearing at him in Feng Ci's mind, making his mind buzzing and almost having a splitting headache.
"...Master." Pei Qianyue called him in a low voice.
Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes, only to notice that he was holding Pei Qianyue's wrist tightly.
The white and smooth skin was deeply sunken by the five fingers, and blood oozed from the wound.
Feng Ci hurriedly got up and let go of his hand: "Sorry, I..."
There were a few blood holes left on the slender wrist, but Pei Qianyue didn't care, and held Feng Ci's hand again.
"What's the matter?" Pei Qianyue, "Did Tian Dao tell you something? He gave you a new mission? He forced you, didn't he?"
Feng Ci didn't answer.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, covering Fang's wrist with his palm.
A faint light of spiritual power glowed in the palm of his hand, healing the wound bit by bit.
"You always said before that you couldn't see through what I was thinking, why didn't I." Pei Qianyue helped him heal with a low voice, "I have never been able to see through what you want and why you do these things. "
"What do I want..." Feng Ci repeated in a low voice.
Of course he knows what he wants.
In the past three thousand years, he has been thinking about it all the time, and he has been tortured by this request and not being able to get it all the time.
Feng Ci laughed lightly.
He healed that injury in an instant. He let go of Pei Qianyue's hand and stood up.
They messed up last night, and the clothes of the two of them were a little messy. Feng Ci carried Pei Qianyue on his back, and his voice was so soft that it almost floated in the air: "What I'm asking for... is nothing but relief."
To get rid of the control of the Dao of Heaven, to get rid of the identity of the Dao of Heaven,... Liberation.
Everyone longs for longevity, but no one knows the pain that longevity brings.
For three thousand years, he lived here like a corpse, looking for the meaning of not living, not wanting to live, and not being able to die.
… too tired.
Feng Ci slowly closed his eyes.
Originally, after completing this last task, his duty of the heavenly dao would be regarded as the end. He originally thought that he was about to get what he wanted, but why... so...
"Master." Pei Qianyue's voice changed suddenly.
Feng Ci opened his eyes, and also noticed something strange.
After Pei Qianyue woke up in the illusion, nothing changed inside the illusion. The galaxy no longer moves, the breeze no longer stops, everything seems to be forbidden.
But now...
Feng Ci raised his head, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the strong wind swept through the forest clearing, blowing up his clothes and hair.
A slightly cool body was stuck behind him, and it was Pei Qianyue who came beside him.
Feng Ci raised his eyes and stared at the sky. The sky was clear and full of stars just now, but now there are heavy black clouds. In the black cloud, even lightning and thunder could be faintly seen.
"It's the way of heaven." Feng Ci said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderbolt struck the sky. Feng Ci pulled Pei Qianyue away, and the two of them rolled twice on the grass, and the place where they were standing was struck by the lightning.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the air where it was hit twisted rapidly, as if a gap had been torn out.
Faint white light came out from inside.
With that white light reflected in Feng Ci's eyes, he suddenly felt a little funny.
Fortunately, he still thought that as long as he stayed here and did not go out, he would be able to evade Heaven's orders to him. With the way of heaven, how could he be given this opportunity.
"Come on." Feng Ci said calmly, "The way of heaven opened the door for us, and it must have let the body out as well. We can't stay here any longer."
But Pei Qianyue didn't move.
Feng Ci tilted his head to look at him: "What?"
Pei Qianyue: "What is... liberation?"
That's why Feng Ci didn't dare to talk more with Pei Qianyue.
This person is so clingy to him, so sensitive, and there is a demonic heart in his body from time to time...
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Ci smiled, and his tone became more relaxed, "I said, of course I was freed from the hands of Heaven. I was controlled by him every day, and I could do whatever I was asked to do. Gotta go down?"
Pei Qianyue's expression softened.
"If the master doesn't want to be controlled by Tiandao anymore, it's okay if we don't go out." Pei Qianyue said, "Stay here, Tiandao will never have a way to catch you."
The way of heaven can't directly interfere with human affairs, so he keeps looking for messengers in people to complete tasks for him.
If Feng Ci really insisted on hiding in this phantom spirit cauldron, Tiandao would have nothing to do with him.
Feng Ci smiled at him: "Then don't you care about the safety of the cultivation world?"
Pei Qianyue: "What do those things have to do with me?"
Pei Qianyue is not a human race, and he does not have the same compassion as Feng Ci when it comes to human life and death.
At first, he cared about the case of Xianmen being exterminated, but it was only because he suspected that those things had something to do with Feng Ci's body.
Feng Ci lowered his eyes thoughtfully: "You're right."
Humans eat bad fruits, so what does it have to do with him
But Feng Ci didn't say much, he took Pei Qianyue's hand and smiled at him: "But it's not your nature to hide here."
"... Well, these shitty things, sooner or later, there has to be an end."
Feng Ci led Pei Qianyue into the gap together.
Immediately afterwards, the world was spinning.
***
When Feng Ci opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was a bone-piercing pain.
The muscles and bones of his body seemed to have been crushed once, and then spliced together again, the pain was so painful that he could hardly even move. He seemed to be lying on a bed, with figures coming and going in front of him, Feng Ci was dizzy and couldn't see clearly who was around him.
A while later, there was someone beside the bed, and Feng Ci recognized Fang's black robe.
"Master." Pei Qianyue sat beside Feng Ci and held his hand, "How do you feel?"
Feng Ci opened his mouth, and after a while he made a hoarse voice: "...it hurts like hell."
At the beginning, Feng Ci entered the Illusory Spirit Cauldron with his spirit body, but now that he leaves the Illusory Spirit Cauldron, his spirit will return to his physical body.
But his physical body, this boy's body, has already been riddled with holes from that fight.
Feng Ci didn't know how long he and Pei Qianyue stayed in the magic spirit cauldron, but at this point, it was obviously not enough for the people from Zhejian Villa to heal his body. Therefore, after the return of Feng Ci's spirit, all the pain in the body was exerted on him at once.
If it weren't for Feng Ci's tolerance for pain, he might have fainted from the pain by now.
He slowed down for a while, feeling better, and wanted to get up. But it was only at this moment that Feng Ci realized that his limbs could hardly use any strength, only his fingers could barely move, but it was also very difficult.
What did Feng Ci realize: "This body...isn't it useless?"
Pei Qianyue was silent for a moment, and said: "I will find a suitable body for the master as soon as possible."
That's it.
Lu Jingming is just an ordinary teenager in his teens, his body can bear very limited spiritual power. With Feng Ci's style of fighting in Zhejian Villa that day, not to mention the body of this young man, even a senior who has practiced Taoism for a hundred years, his body may not be able to bear it.
Feng Ci lay on his back on the bed, and after a long while, he smiled wryly and said, "I also promised Meng Changqing that I would return his junior brother to him well, this is really..."
He sighed and didn't continue talking.
After a while, Feng Ci said, "Phantom Spirit Cauldron..."
"Broken." Pei Qianyue knew what he was thinking, and replied, "It's only been a day and a night since we entered the Huan Ling Ding. According to Xiao Chengxuan, half an hour ago, a thunderbolt struck from the sky, The phantom spirit cauldron was split in half, and then we made the cauldron."
The soul can't leave the body for too long, the first thing Pei Qianyue does after leaving the tripod is to extradite the soul of Feng Ci back to the young body.
But also because the time was too short, Folding Sword Villa barely saved the life of the physical body, but failed to heal the injury.
It is not surprising that the flow speed is different between inside and outside the illusion, Feng Ci nodded slightly, "Then my body..."
Pei Qianyue: "It's gone."
Feng Ci: "What?"
"Heaven has let us go, so there's no reason not to rescue the body. I guess 'he' should have left, but Brother Zhejianshan didn't take precautions, and his spiritual power is low, so he couldn't stop him."
It is very possible.
"It seems that Tiandao has given Zhejian Villa a way out." Feng Ci said leisurely.
If not, when the body leaves the Huan Ling Ding first, it will take the lives of everyone in Zhejian Villa.
Tiandao exterminates Xianmen by random selection. Although this move is absurd, it is still fair. As for Zhejian Villa, this group of disciples would rather Zhejian than surrender, willing to fight against the sky with their own strength.
This battle allowed Tiandao to see the value of their existence, and also fought for a way out for himself.
As long as there is value, even if the value is extremely small, the way of heaven will give him a chance to live.
The way of heaven is so ruthless, but also affectionate.
Feng Ci didn't say anything else, he turned his head and saw something on the bedside.
Next to his bed, there is a glazed lamp that flickers on and off.
"This thing is called the life-guarding lamp." Pei Qianyue said, "Zhejian Villa uses this thing to protect the master's heart, so that the body will not die."
After all, Folding Sword Villa is not good at medicine, so in such an emergency, it is not easy to be able to use the magic weapon to hang the body with its last breath.
But it is not an option to hang your life with a magic weapon all the time.
Feng Ci was a little worried, before he could speak again, someone knocked on the door outside.
"Xianzun, are you feeling better?"
It was Xiao Chengxuan's voice.
Feng Ci also happened to have something to say to the owner Xiao, so he said, "Let him in."
Only then did Pei Qianyue say softly, "Come in."
Xiao Chengxuan pushed the door and entered.
At the same time as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind swept in. Feng Ci was caught off guard and blew a bit of wind. Before he could catch his breath, he started to cough violently.
Xiao Chengxuan hurriedly went to close the door.
Feng Ci is now so weak that he doesn't even have the strength to cough, and he can't stop no matter what. He subconsciously grabbed Pei Qianyue's hand, and tasted blood in his mouth after a while.
The meridians of this physical body have been broken, and it is not even possible to use spiritual power to help him unblock it.
Therefore, Pei Qianyue could only bend down and hug him into his arms, and gently stroked his vest to help him calm down.
Xiao Chengxuan stood awkwardly in front of the hall, looked in over the wooden screen that blocked the inner room, and quickly retracted.
It's not a whim, and it's not.
After a long time, the cough finally stopped.
Feng Ci coughed dizzily, heard a very light laugh in his ear, and said angrily: "You are laughing fart..."
"Master forgive me." Pei Qianyue said in a low voice with the smile still on his lips, "It's just that I've never seen Master look so weak, it's a little strange."
Is this human talking
If it wasn't for Feng Ci not being able to move now, he would have kicked this man out of bed.
Feng Ci resolutely didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to talk to Xiao Chengxuan.
But now he is being held in Pei Qianyue's arms. The boy is thin and thin, and he can't see anything under his cover.
But he couldn't move yet.
Feng Ci was silent for a moment, and resigned to his fate: "Excuse me, help me up."
Pei Qianyue responded, "Okay."
He seems to enjoy this kind of rhetoric. He plays with his feelings and deliberately slows down his movements. Pei Qianyue sat sideways on the side of the bed, and gently supported Fengci with his arms, letting him lean into his arms.
He made a pose that would be considered indecent to anyone.
Feng Ci couldn't take it anymore: "Are there no pillows in this room?"
Pei Qianyue used his "advantage" of being blind at the right time, and said seriously, "I didn't find it."
Feng Ci: "..."
The only good news is that Xiao Chengxuan is very sensible.
The young man in red stood obediently outside the screen, neither looked into the room nor dared to go in.
Feng Ci tried his best not to think about what posture he and Pei Qianyue are in now, and said seriously: "Master Xiao."
Outside the screen, the young man responded immediately: "Immortal Venerable."
"The murderer, cough cough..." Feng Ci's voice was still hoarse and weak, and he almost coughed twice when he said a word, "The murderer has left Zhejian Villa now, and the owner doesn't have to worry about it anymore."
Xiao Chengxuan was obviously aware of this, and was not surprised when he heard this.
He bowed to the wind through the screen, and solemnly said: "This time, I would like to thank the immortal and... and City Lord Pei for their great kindness. Xiao will keep it in his heart. If there is any place that Xiao and Zhejian Villa can be used in the future, Xiao will Do not hesitate to die!"
"That's not necessary." Feng Ci smiled in a low voice, "But I do have something, and I need a little help from Master Xiao."
Xiao Chengxuan responded: "The Immortal Venerable just give orders."
Feng Ci said: "I want you to take all the disciples of Zhejian Villa, hide them incognito, and make Zhejian Villa completely disappear from the cultivation world."
"This..." Xiao Chengxuan was stunned, "Why is this?"
Feng Ci: "The whole world knows that Zhejian Villa is challenging the real murderer who slaughtered the immortal sect. If they find that Zhejian Villa is unscathed and the murderer is nowhere to be found, what will people in the world think?"
Xiao Chengxuan thought for a moment: "They will think...the murderer has lost?"
"."
Once this happens, the immortal sect will no longer be afraid of the real culprit behind the scenes. After half a year, with more than ten immortal sects as the price, the deterrence established will disappear in an instant.
Even the Xianmen, which was originally disbanded under pressure, will be rebuilt again. At that time, it will be a massacre.
Xiao Chengxuan thought about this in a flash, and said: "The Immortal has a lot of thoughts, Xiao will arrange it now."
Feng Ci said: "Don't worry, it won't take too long."
Leaning on Pei Qianyue's chest, he said softly, "These matters will be settled soon."
***
Feng Ci's injuries were still serious, so he didn't say too much to Xiao Chengxuan, and asked them to leave after giving these orders.
Pei Qianyue lifted up his sleeves at the right time, and carefully shielded Fengci from the breeze that was drawn into the room when the door opened and closed.
But did not let him lie down.
Pei Qianyue still maintained the original posture, hugging Feng Ci in his arms, stroking his chest with his palms to help him smooth out his breath.
Feng Ci couldn't use any strength, so he could only let him fiddle with it.
After a while, Feng Ci finally couldn't take it anymore: "You let me go."
Pei Qianyue didn't move, but said, "Master, is it uncomfortable to lie down like this?"
Not uncomfortable.
In fact, Feng Ci didn't suffer any external injuries, even if he had, they had already been healed by Zhejian Villa, leaving most of them with internal injuries. In addition, he didn't have any questions in his mind, so it was uncomfortable to lie on the bed with his whole body stiff.
Pei Qianyue actually felt much better when he hugged him like this.
But just...
"You're too hard..." Feng Ci glanced at him, weakly, "I'm so miserable, can you be a little bit more human?"
Especially the thing behind him made him really uncomfortable.