Langfeng City, Linxiantai.
"So... Do you really have a way to slow down the exhaustion of the spiritual veins?" Pei Qianyue asked while sitting by the table.
That day, as soon as Feng Ci brought Pei Qianyue back to Langfeng City, the man changed back to his original form, and he didn't have time to explain anything. After sleeping for seven full days, Pei Qianyue finally fully recovered and was able to transform again.
However, Feng Ci was worried about his health, so he obediently asked Xiao Qu to diagnose his pulse.
"Of course not." Feng Ci sat on the side eating melon seeds and shrugged, "Even the Dao of Heaven didn't deduce the best plan, how could I have a solution?"
"But—" Pei Qianyue paused, and said, "But if you can't stop it successfully, after a thousand years..."
"That will be a thousand years later." Feng Ci interrupted him, not paying attention, "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."
Pei Qianyue: "..."
"What are you worrying about?" Feng Ci said, "The reason why the consumption was so serious before was because the cultivation world didn't realize the problem. Now that it is aware of it, there will always be a solution. Didn't you say that you want the Immortal League to lead you?" In the realm of cultivation, isn’t it up to you to decide how to arrange spiritual resources in the future?”
"You..." Pei Qianyue took a deep breath, "You are simply not sure."
Feng Ci was unhappy when he heard that, and threw the melon seeds in his hand: "I didn't mean to save you? It was that desperate snake who ran to make a deal with Tiandao by himself. If I don't arrive in time, you still have life." Is it? In such an urgent situation, I can think of a way to fool you... Cough, it would be good to persuade the heavens."
Pei Qianyue was expressionless: "You slipped your tongue."
Sure enough, he was fooling.
Feng Ci coughed lightly, and stopped talking.
Pei Qianyue sighed softly, and said, "Heavenly Dao would believe you."
"He has to believe me." Feng Ci poured himself another cup of tea, and said leisurely, "No one can do anything for him. Using massacres to stop the development of the cultivation world is such a bad idea."
Now that the door of cultivation has been opened, even if the enthusiasm for comprehension among the people really fades this time, after ten or a hundred years, one day, this trend of cultivation will definitely rise again.
Feng Ci shook his head: "It's better to block than to sparse..."
"If he had understood this earlier, how could things have turned out like this." Pei Qianyue sneered lightly, "In my opinion, he just wanted to leave this matter to you."
If Fengci didn't take the initiative to take on this responsibility, Tiandao would have to continue to look for a suitable messenger in the world to complete his task of slaughtering the Xianmen. This matter has been exposed once, if you want to continue, it must be difficult.
The way of heaven is not like riding a tiger.
Feng Ci proposed this deal, which is also beneficial and harmless to Tiandao.
"Who says it's not." Feng Ci sighed, "If it wasn't for..."
Just as he said this, his voice froze suddenly, and he subconsciously glanced at Pei Qianyue.
Pei Qianyue tilted his head: "For what?"
Feng Ci was silent for a moment, took a sip of his tea as a cover, and said righteously: "If it wasn't for the common people in this world, who would be willing to take over his mess."
All the people in the world.
Pei Qianyue pursed his lips and said nothing.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little delicate, but Xiao sat at the table with his head down, not daring to speak. These two people talked about such a confidential and important matter, but they didn't mean to avoid him at all, Xiao Que was also very frightened when he heard it.
Pei Qianyue urged in a cold voice: "Not yet?"
Xiao Que was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was speaking to himself, and quickly let go of Pei Qianyue's pulse: "Okay, okay."
"The body of the city owner is fine, so there is no need to worry. And...it seems to be a blessing in disguise, there is no trace of the demon heart in the main body of the city." Xiao Que said.
"Ah?" Feng Ci was taken aback, and reached out to probe Pei Qianyue's spiritual veins.
Sure enough, there is no trace of magic.
He withdrew his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Tian Dao really hates demons..."
He couldn't even see the evil heart that was about to emerge in Pei Qianyue's body, so he helped him suck it away.
But Xiao continued: "However, the city lord has lost thousands of years of cultivation. It cannot be made up for by elixir and decoction. He can only practice diligently and strive for an early recovery."
Thousands of years of practice were ruined, but Xiao, as an outsider, couldn't help but feel sorry.
There was no sign of regret on Pei Qianyue's face. He leaned against the cushion, with his white hair hanging down on the seat, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it too late to make up for it only by practicing?"
Xiao Que: "Huh?"
"As the lord of the Immortal Alliance, I am a big tree attracting the wind. I don't know how many people in the cultivation world are waiting to replace him. Now that I have lost so much cultivation, if I encounter a rebel like Cheng Chao Xuanyangzi again, I am afraid it will be difficult to parry."
Xiao was silent.
He said in his heart that you have three thousand years of cultivation, and now that you have lost one thousand years, you still have two thousand years of cultivation left. Those juniors in the cultivation world who have only practiced for a few decades, who can beat you
Furthermore, now that the Qianqiu sage has returned, with the support of the sage, who would dare to disrespect you
But he didn't say anything.
Serving by his own city lord's side for so long, it's impossible for him to not even learn how to read words and expressions.
Therefore, Xiao just sighed very cooperatively, and made a worried expression: "That's true."
Pei Qianyue pondered: "If there is any way to improve your cultivation quickly..."
He didn't finish his sentence, and fell silent meaningfully. Xiao Que blinked blankly, looked at Pei Qianyue, and then at Feng Ci who was sitting beside him, Fu Ling understood what Pei Qianyue meant.
He let out an "ah" and said: "I think of it, there is indeed a method to quickly improve the cultivation level in the book, which requires two people to complete it together, so that the strong can complement the weak, it's double cultivation."
Snapped.
Feng Ci put the teacup in his hand on the table.
Xiao was so frightened that he quickly stood up.
Feng Ci is no longer that youthful appearance now, his original appearance was cold and stable, but he just sat there without saying a word, with a majesty that no one dared to disobey.
To some extent, it is even more terrifying than the city lord.
Xiao felt that his reaction was a bit extreme, he pretended to be calm, and said seriously: "But the method of double cultivation is a unique cultivation method of the Hehuan Sect. This disciple is not good at learning skills and knows very little. You still need to go to the library to look up the classics."
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, and Feng Ci didn't speak, just playing with the rim of the cup leisurely.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Xiao Que was about to break out in a cold sweat.
After a long time, Pei Qianyue finally showed mercy and said, "Go."
"yes!"
Xiao was as if he had been pardoned, and ran away in a hurry.
The hall became quiet again.
Feng Ci smiled lightly, propped his chin and turned his head to look at him: "How long have you just woken up, and you're playing tricks on me? Shuangxiu... I dare, you just recovered from a serious injury, can you do it?"
These words are no different from provocation. Normally, Pei Qianyue would definitely pull people over and prove himself whether he can do it or not.
But not now.
His master is still angry.
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, and reached out to the table to grab Feng Ci's hand, but the latter dodged it.
"Speak well and do something with your hands and feet." Feng Ci said coldly.
Pei Qianyue asked: "Master is still angry?"
"No." Feng Ci stood up leisurely, his tone still very gentle, "I just remembered that I seemed to have said three months ago, if you dare to mess around behind my back, don't even try to touch me in the future."
He leaned forward slightly, smiled and said, "I've done what I say."
Feng Ci stood in front of Pei Qianyue's seat, and when he leaned over like this, his breath immediately got very close to Pei Qianyue. But when the latter reached out to him subconsciously, he didn't catch anything.
Pei Qianyue's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, then slowly retracted it, uncharacteristically not continuing to entangle.
He sat upright on the seat, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "When will the master be willing to forgive me?"
A few strands of withered and white hair hung down with his movements, and his tone was very light, terribly aggrieved.
Feng Ci: "..."
Did this person do it on purpose? ?
Feng Ci almost couldn't help but soften his heart, so he quickly looked away: "Look, look at your performance."
Pei Qianyue still hung his head, wondering if he was really sad.
Feng Ci couldn't see him like this, so he quickly changed the subject: "So, what are you going to do next?"
"What does master mean?"
"Xianmeng." Feng Ci said, "Didn't you promise in front of Tiandao that you would let Xianmeng lead the cultivation world and manage the spiritual veins in a unified way?"
Pei Qianyue fell silent after hearing the words.
Feng Ci: "What's wrong?"
He moved his fingertips and said hesitantly, "If I say it, can the master not be angry?"
Feng Ci: "..."
Feng Ci gritted his teeth: "Say."
Pei Qianyue got up.
There were still several portraits of Qianqiu Shengzun hanging behind him. Pei Qianyue walked to the portrait in the center and cast a spell slightly. The portrait slowly lifted up, revealing the hidden compartment inside.
In the dark compartment, there are several documents.
"I have written all the plans for the reform of the Xianmeng here." Pei Qianyue said, "I originally thought that if I... failed to come back, the master would definitely return to this place and find these things. Then …”
Feng Ci will do all this for him.
"... bastard." Feng Ci's throat was a little dry, and he gritted his teeth, "I won't help you... You are so disobedient, why should I help you?"
"I know." Pei Qianyue took out those documents and said in a low voice, "Master will be very angry when he finds out the truth, but I have no other way..."
Feng Ci's eyebrows twitched.
He suddenly grabbed Pei Qianyue's shoulders and pushed him back to his seat.
The documents in his hand were scattered all over the floor, but Feng Ci didn't care. He leaned down and pressed Pei Qianyue tightly into the seat with one hand: "There is no other way, is this the reason why you chose to die?"
"Pei Qianyue, let me say this for the last time." He stared at Pei Qianyue's still pale face, and said coldly, "If you continue to be disobedient and cheat on me, I will really give you a blood contract. You If you are not afraid, you can try it.”
Feng Ci's current appearance is indeed very oppressive, his expression is cold, and there is obvious anger in his eyes.
Pei Qianyue suddenly laughed softly.
His hand came up and took Feng Ci's hand.
"I'm very happy, master." Pei Qianyue raised his other hand and gently brushed Feng Ci's side face, "You can say that, you are willing to stay, I really—"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Ci couldn't stand his provocative appearance, turned his head, and suddenly exerted force to pull his hand out of Pei Qianyue's palm.
Feng Ci got up and turned his back to Pei Qianyue: "I've said it all, it's not for you to stay, I promised heaven for a thousand years, and it's not for you. I'm here for the common people in this world, don't say it as if... as if I like you so much .”
Pei Qianyue couldn't hold back, and smiled again: "So, Master doesn't like me?"
"Who would like you?" Feng Ci could almost feel that invisible gaze falling on him, sweeping across his back inch by inch. His ears were hot, and he mumbled, "I'm just coaxing you."
The smile on Pei Qianyue's face deepened, and his tone became lighter: "Okay, just coax me."
Feng Ci's eyes wandered all over the place, and when he saw the documents that Pei Qianyue had thrown all over the floor, he scolded, "Hurry up and pick up your unlucky thing, first of all, I will definitely not help, you can get it yourself."
Pei Qianyue raised his hand, and several documents flew into his hands lightly.
"The master is right, it is indeed a bad thing." Pei Qianyue put the document back on the table, and said as if pointing out, "In this case, you might as well do it with someone else."
Feng Ci turned around in surprise.
Pei Qianyue performed another trick, summoning a light mirror.
Fengci recognized that the one reflected in the mirror was Qingjingzong.
The next day, Wen Huaiyu, the lord of the Qingjing Sect, came to Langfeng City.
The heads of the two factions closed their doors to negotiate for a day and a night, and Pei Qianyue handed over the reform of the Xianmeng to Wen Huaiyu.
In order not to let this person do nothing for nothing, he was even given the position of deputy leader, with the right to act as the leader. When Pei Qianyue resigns one day, Wen Huaiyu will be the next leader.
Wen Huaiyu naturally readily accepted this arrangement.
On the contrary, Feng Ci was a little worried.
"Aren't you afraid that Wen Huaiyu will become the next Xuanyangzi?" Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue stood side by side on the Linxian Terrace, looking at Wen Huaiyu's back as he left, and asked leisurely.
Pei Qianyue said: "With the master here, he dare not."
Patriarch Qianqiu's appearance in the Lingxu Cave Formation established his reputation in the cultivation world again. With him as the backstage, no one would dare to cross Pei Qian at this time.
So even if Wen Huaiyu was dissatisfied with this order, he didn't dare to speak out.
"Do you know what your name is?" Feng Ci looked at him, "You call bullying."
Pei Qianyue smiled: "Then the master must be willing to let me rely on it."
Feng Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked into the hall, but was held back by Pei Qianyue.
"how?"
Pei Qianyue said: "The reform of the Xianmeng cannot be completed overnight. Wen Huaiyu is a good planner and is best at handling these matters. Master, don't worry."
Feng Ci replied "Yes".
Pei Qianyue said again: "Over the Wanfa Pavilion, I have sent someone to assist Yu Chichu in mining the spirit and essence, and I believe there will be results in the near future."
Feng Ci asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"The affairs of the cultivation world have come to an end, should the master..." Pei Qianyue paused, and asked in a low voice, "Give me an answer too."
Feng Ci fell silent.
Why didn't he know what answer Pei Qianyue wanted.
Now that everything has been decided, Fengci will still be the son of heaven in these thousand years, shouldering the mission of staying in this world. Just like what he said to Tiandao, he voluntarily continues to stay in this painful shackles because there are still things in this world he can't let go of, and there are people he... can't let go of.
But what this kind of feeling is, Feng Ci still can't figure it out to this day.
There was a fair amount of snow in Linxiantai last night, and the branches were in full bloom with crystal clear ice flowers. Feng Ci looked at Han Mei, remembering that it was here that Pei Qianyue tried to reveal his identity.
"Xiao Hei." Feng Ci asked in a low voice, "During the Xianmeng rebellion, why were you so sure that I would save you?"
Pei Qianyue: "Because the master loves me."
"But at that time, I definitely didn't like you." Feng Ci walked under the plum tree, raised his hand to stroke the plum branch, and said softly, "You are my only old friend in this world, if you want to die in front of me, I will I will definitely try my best to save you."
This time, there was essentially no difference from the previous few times.
That being the case, how can one tell what kind of feelings he has for Pei Qianyue
How can he tell whether he likes Pei Qianyue or because of the guilt he owes him.
Pei Qianyue didn't answer.
He stepped forward and hugged Feng Ci from behind: "Master is afraid, isn't he?"
"You are afraid that this kind of feeling is just a whim, you are afraid that all you are doing now is because of your guilt towards me, you are afraid that one day, you will regret today's decision, right?"
Feng Ci closed his eyes.
Is he afraid
maybe.
A thousand years is not a small number. Ordinary people will experience countless changes in a life of ten years, let alone a thousand years. Feng Ci has seen too many feelings that fade away in the years, if he is like that, what should he do
"Master, my heart continues to beat because of you." Feng Ci's back was pressed against Pei Qianyue's chest, and he heard the other party's deep voice, "You are worried that time will kill everything, then we will let you Time will tell, don't worry now."
"As for whether you like it or not... I have a way to prove it."
Feng Ci tilted his head to look at him: "What?"
"The master said before that as long as the power of the soul is strong enough, I can go to and from the Sumi world with you." Pei Qianyue said seriously, "I don't know if I can do it with my current cultivation."
Feng Ci frowned: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to be a mortal for the rest of my life with my master." Pei Qianyue said, "Seal away the memory of the soul, forget the past, and start over."
There are no more entanglements for three thousand years, no more debts to each other, let's see where they will end up.
Feng Ci laughed: "You think I haven't tried it?"
In the three thousand years he traveled through the Sumeru world, he also closed the memory of his soul, wanting to thoroughly enjoy the life of a mortal.
That life was really good at the beginning, but in the end it was still lonely.
Feng Ci tried it once, but found it extremely boring, so she never tried it again.
But hearing what Pei Qianyue said, he was indeed a little moved.
He really wanted to know if Pei Qianyue would still like him without the grace of saving his life and the obsession of waiting for three thousand years.
Pei Qianyue whispered in Feng Ci's ear, "How about it, do you dare to gamble with me?"
"There's nothing you dare to do." Feng Ci smiled, turned his head to look at the handsome face of the other party, and said half-jokingly, "But, if you like someone else in Xumi World, you will be killed by me when you come back. He taught me a lesson."
Pei Qianyue nodded and said, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he half hugged Fengci and walked towards the main hall.
Feng Ci: "What are you doing?"
Pei Qianyue said earnestly: "My cultivation base is wasted too much, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to pass through the enchantment of the Sumeru world. It just so happens that Xiao Que has found the secret technique of the Hehuan sect, and I will have to work hard for the master in the past few days."
"No...wait, who promised you to practice the secret art of the Acacia Sect, my majestic Lord Qianqiu, do you dare to use this seat to harvest supplements?! Feng Xiaohei, let me down!"
With a creak, the door of the main hall of Linxian Terrace closed slowly, also covering up Feng Ci's scolding.
Three days later, the Qingjing sect announced to the world that it decided to re-establish the Xianmeng, expand the authority of the Xianmeng, and unify the management of the cultivation world. Some people agree with this move, and some people oppose it. The reform has been vigorously carried out for several months, and it was not until half a year later that the dust settled.
At the same time, Wanfa Pavilion finally dug out a large number of spirits from the depths of a spiritual vein after months of searching and digging. In this way, it is only a matter of time before this object officially replaces the Lingshi as the power source of the Yanjia Mechanism.
As for the two in Langfeng City, they said that they were seriously injured when they fought against the puppet, and they needed to retreat for a period of time. During the retreat period, Xiao Que will handle all affairs in the faction.
But where he actually went, only Xiao who was left to sit in Linxiantai knew.
Three months after the Xianmeng reform was completed.
Xiao Que raised his head from the pile of documents and rubbed his eyes.
After the reform of the Immortal League, there are only a lot more affairs than in the past. Although most of them are completed by the Qingjing sect, Langfeng City can't be completely alone.
Xiao Que yawned, but saw the palace door slowly open.
A familiar figure appeared outside the door.
"City... City Lord?!" Xiao Que hurriedly got up and knelt down, "I have seen the City Lord!"
The flow of time in each world is different, so it's not surprising that Pei Qianyue came back so quickly. I haven't seen him in three months, and Pei Qianyue's appearance has not changed at all. His white hair is tied behind his head, his eyes are covered with black silk, and his black robe with gold trim shakes slightly as he walks around.
Pei Qianyue responded lightly, walked to the front table and sat down.
Xiao Que half-kneeled on the ground, and looked out the door suspiciously: "Holy One...hasn't he come back?"
Pei Qianyue said: "Not yet."
The voice was low and calm, without any emotion.
Xiao Que was horrified.
When he knew that these two were planning to go to the Sumeru World, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. There are countless mortals in this world, and both of them have sealed their memories, so it is possible to meet anyone and happen anything.
Now that the city lord is back alone, could it be...
What unpleasant things happened
Xiao was scratching his heart and liver with curiosity, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He only heard Pei Qianyue say indifferently: "You go down first."
"… yes."
Xiao Que left with full of curiosity, while Pei Qianyue poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly.
Before the cup of tea was finished, footsteps came from outside the hall again.
And a familiar clear voice.
"You're so ruthless, Xiao Hei." The young man in white stepped into the hall, "I ran away first, leaving me there alone?"
A smile finally appeared on Pei Qianyue's lips.
Feng Ci walked up quickly, snatched the unfinished tea from his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Pei Qianyue asked him, "How long has the master been here?"
Feng Ci paused, and looked away: "Three years."
The time flow of the world they chose was extremely fast. They only left for three months, but spent more than ten years there.
Feng Ci even stayed for three years longer than Pei Qianyue.
After hearing this, Pei Qianyue smiled even deeper.
Feng Ci threw away the teacup in his hand, leaned forward, and held Pei Qianyue condescendingly: "Did you do something to your body?"
"No." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "But my soul is extremely dark, and mortals cannot bear this kind of evil spirit, so I am weak and sick, and my life is not long."
Feng Ci narrowed his eyes: "If you don't tell me, you still...you still haven't woken me up."
They fell in love again in Xumi World, but it was a pity that Pei Qianyue's physical body was weak and sick all the year round, and eventually died young.
After the death of the physical body in Xumi World, Pei Qianyue will recover the power of the soul and all the memories.
But he didn't choose to wake up Fengci, instead he came back early.
"Master wants to know whether your feelings will wear off with time, and I want to know too." Pei Qianyue's tone remained calm, "I won't be able to bear to stay there any longer."
Feng Ci didn't answer, Pei Qianyue continued: "Fortunately, we tried it out, didn't we?"
"...Those three years, what was it like?"
Feng Ci turned his head away from looking at him: "I don't feel anything."
"Lie." Pei Qianyue pulled him into his arms, and stroked his side face and hair bit by bit, "The day my soul left my body, my consciousness hadn't died yet, and I saw my master crying for me. I cried so much. .”
Feng Ci: "At that time, I thought I was a mortal."
"So." Pei Qianyue asked him softly, "How did you get here in the past three years?"
Feng Ci's throat choked, and he closed his eyes: "Life is better than death."
They did try it out.
Every day without Pei Qianyue, he spent in endless nostalgia. This pain and nostalgia did not change with time, but became everlasting.
Feng Ci lasted for three years, but in the end he couldn't bear it any longer, so he decided to accompany him.
Then when he opened his eyes, he regained his memory and came back here.
Pei Qianyue stroked Feng Ci's back, raised his head and was about to say something, but was kissed fiercely by Feng Ci.
The kiss went from shallow to deep, and finally seemed to be biting to vent.
"You lunatic... bastard..." Feng Ci bit him hard, tasted blood in his mouth, "It's because I spoil you... because I like you..."
Pei Qianyue was startled.
He pushed Feng Ci away a little, lifted his chin, and said softly, "Say it again."
"What are you talking about?" Feng Ci said unhappily, "Didn't you hear enough in the Sumeru world?"
"That's different."
Feng Ci didn't bother to talk to him.
He continued to bow his head to kiss him, but Pei Qianyue didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he refused to give in. Feng Ci didn't have the patience to coax him at the moment, so he started to kiss him before he got it. The two fell off their seats, overturned the table in front of them, and the pen and ink documents fell all over the floor.
The hall was in a mess, and Feng Ci pushed Pei Qianyue to the cold ground of the hall.
"Pei Qianyue, you're finished." Feng Ci's breathing was a little unsteady, his lips were cut at some point, and his clothes were messy, "Why don't you make it up to me this time, I'll never end with you."
Pei Qianyue's hair also fell loose, black and white strands tangled on the ground.
He grabbed Feng Ci's lapel, still smiling: "Okay, I will make it up to you."
Use this life.
Use the rest of your life.
Life after life.