Mechanical male god [unworn ancient]

A strong wind raged in the air, and in the sword team of a dozen or so people, a pretty girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old formed a protective shield in front of her, and then urged the spirit sword to walk side by side with the team leader.

"Senior Brother Feng." She smiled brightly, and her voice was as clear as a yellow warbler singing.

He kept staring at the wind in front of him and Yin Wenyan turned his head to the side, seeing the little girl Yu Jian walking beside him, his eyes softened a little.Seeing her pair of watery eyes just staring at him, he stretched out two fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, and said helplessly: "How many times have I said that when you are wielding a sword, you have to look forward and backward, what do you think I am doing?" ?”

Pei Yuyi stuck out her tongue mischievously, but Feng Qieyin had already turned her head away and didn't look at her again. She pinched her hands a little annoyed, and rushed to the front with Feijian.

Feng Qiyin's voice came from behind, "This is not far from Tianyao Valley, don't rush too fast..."

However, Pei Yuyi turned a deaf ear to it, she thought willfully, she just wanted to go faster!Just to make Brother Feng worry!

With such thoughts in mind, she drove swiftly all the way, and soon rushed to the sky above the Sky Demon Valley.But before she had time to be happy, a vine as thick as an arm was suddenly pulled out from the lush forest in the valley, and slapped on her spirit sword.

Pei Yuyi screamed, the flying sword lost control, and he fell headlong like a green onion.

"what……"

"Junior Sister!" Seeing the little junior sister fell into the Sky Demon Valley, the dozen or so Sword Sect disciples following her immediately rushed up, trying to rescue her from the Sky Demon Valley immediately.

However, as soon as they entered the Sky Demon Valley, they were stopped.

The one who stopped them was none other than Senior Brother Feng who dotes on Junior Sister very much on weekdays.

Yuan Ping Yujian stood in the air, and glanced at the Heavenly Demon Valley, which was lush with trees but still covered with a thick layer of mist.Looking at Feng Qiyin very worriedly, "Senior Brother Feng, let's go down quickly! I'm afraid it may be dangerous to let Junior Sister down here alone."

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng!" Others echoed one after another. Pei Yuyi is not only a rare female cultivator in the monk school of Jianzong, but also the youngest daughter of the head of the sect. No matter what, she must not be allowed to have trouble.

However, in the eyes of everyone in the Zongmen, Senior Brother Feng, who has always been very fond of Pei Yuyi, is extremely indifferent at this moment. He stands on the flying sword and looks at the mist below, and there seems to be a flash of sadness in his sharp eyes. She opened her mouth with a very calm tone, "The demon beasts in the Sky Demon Valley are naturally bred, and the blood and cunning of wild beasts are still left in their bodies, which is most suitable for honing your swordsmanship. Yuyi is about to build a foundation, if she even Even the low-level monsters here can't deal with it, so I really want to suspect that you guys helped her cheat in the assessment at the end of each month."

The dozen or so teenagers standing in front of him looked at each other, speechless.

"Now, go down." Feng Qie groaned.

"Yes." More than a dozen teenagers answered listlessly, and looked down at the misty valley below, where everything was blurred. There was some hesitation on their faces, but they didn't dare to go against Feng Qiyin's meaning after all. Boys, you Look at me, I look at you, gritted your teeth and jumped down one by one.

Yuan Ping couldn't help laughing out, "Senior Brother Feng, what we let them jump is the Heavenly Demon Valley, not the Mountain of Swords and the Sea of ​​Swords, look at their terrified faces just now." Looks haha..."

Yuan Ping laughed for a while, and found that Feng Qieyin in front of him was looking at him coldly. Yuan Ping, who thought he had said something wrong, hurriedly corrected him: "Of course, it is not without fear in the face of mountains of swords and seas of fire..." When he said it, Yuan Ping felt bad, and sure enough, Feng Qiyin's face darkened a bit.

Yuan Ping shrinks back, not daring to speak again.Although he is now a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he is no longer the weak and deceitful young man back then, when facing Feng Qiyin, he still can't help feeling a little afraid, and at the same time a little sad. Senior brother really still can't let go of that matter!

But 16 years have passed, and a person is dead like a lamp going out. What is the use of him thinking about that person like this?

Seeing Feng Qiyin suddenly lowered his head thoughtfully to touch the Qiankun bag, Yuan Ping immediately realized that he wanted to look at the mirror again, and was about to try to dissuade him, when a cyan aura suddenly shot out from the misty Sky Demon Valley.

"Not good! Something happened!" Yuan Ping shouted.

This time, He Feng and Yin are in charge of leading more than a dozen juniors and younger juniors in the sect who are expected to establish a foundation to practice. Before coming, each of them has a distress talisman on their body, and this talisman will only be triggered passively when their lives are in danger. .Now that someone is sending out a distress talisman, it must be because something happened below.

Feng Qieyin frowned slightly, and said to Yuan Ping: "I'll go down first, you stay here, if anything else happens, you..."

Before the words were finished, several pillars of cyan light rose up one after another from below.

"It's too late." Feng Qiyin jumped down directly.

The name Sky Demon Valley sounds domineering, but in fact there is not enough aura here, so all the low-level monsters born here have animal and demon nature, but there is absolutely no possibility of transforming into human form.

And Jianzong's disciples have always been good at martial arts. A monk at the peak of Qi training is often capable of fighting ordinary foundation-building monks. It stands to reason that his life should not be in danger so easily. They have inspected this place, and there is no monster strong enough to threaten their lives.

But when Feng Qiyin jumped into the Sky Demon Valley, he realized what the problem was.

Clouds and mist filled the sky above Tianyao Valley, but there was not much fog underneath. The forests here were lush and green, and emerald green vines hung down from the trees to the ground.

Thirteen teenagers in white robes with arrow sleeves fell crookedly on the ground, vines wrapped tightly around their legs, and the dark green barbs on the vines pierced deeply into their flesh, but they found nothing. Feeling, there is not even a bit of pain on the face, but the eyes are closed tightly, the expression is peaceful, like a deep sleep.

And not far from them, a man in a gray robe stood with his back to the wind and groaned, with a tall figure.

Looking at the back figure that was almost familiar to his bones, Feng Qiyin's throat choked slightly, he took a deep breath, and finally called out the name, "Ji Heng."

Hearing his name, the other party's body moved slightly, and he turned around slowly.That handsome and delicate face carried the familiar indifference and composure, and the corners of his slightly pursed lips, tall and beautiful nose, slightly curved eye corners, black-colored eyebrows...everywhere All make the wind and sing nostalgia endlessly.

How many times had he seen this face in his midnight dreams?

How many times did he think of this face when he went to Qianjin Peak alone?

Missing is like a knife pierced into his bones, it can't be pulled out, it can't be removed, it's incapable, it's reluctant!

He hid him tightly in his heart, and he didn't want to tell anyone, let alone accept anyone in.He was afraid, afraid that one day, in the long life of a monk, he would forget this person, forget what he had done, and forget their past...

Feng Qiyin stood there, staring at Ji Heng who was standing not far away, his voice was soft as if he was afraid of waking up a hazy dream, "Ji Heng, did you hurt? Did you hurt when you fell into Qianjin Peak? "

Ji Heng looked at him silently, shaking his head.

Feng Qiyin smiled slightly, "That's right, you won't be in pain at all." But you must be afraid!It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent when watching their own life disappear. After all, if they can live well, who would want to die?Only Ji Heng is a fool, this fool...

Recalling the moment when Ji Heng fell off the Qianjin Peak again, Feng Qiyin suffocated, almost out of breath.However, his eyes were still tightly wrapped around Ji Heng's face, and he couldn't bear to leave even for a moment.

"There is one thing I've always wanted to tell you. Can I say it now?" Feng Qiyin looked at Ji Heng with a smile, anyone could see the hope in his eyes, and his Ji Heng was just as he said Wishing to nod.

Feng Qiyin laughed happily, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy, he said loudly: "Ji Heng, I have always admired you, and I want to spend my whole life with you, can you promise me?"

Ji Heng kept looking at him quietly, and after a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

However, Feng Qiyin, who got the promise, was not as happy as before. The corners of his curved lips gradually sank, and his smiling eyes gradually became cold. He looked at Ji Heng who was standing not far away. , Thank you sincerely: "Thank you! Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish and let me say what I was afraid to say back then. Now..." His eyes gradually showed a bit of murderous intent, "You can to die."

The next moment, the spirit sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and the light of the sword was as light as the wind, and it swept away quickly, cutting off all the trees in the valley!

Amidst the rumbling sound of falling trees, the phantom exactly like Ji Heng let out a few sharp and loud hisses, and then disappeared reluctantly and helplessly.

When the main body dies, the vines entwining the teenagers also lose their vitality. The vibrant green strips off from them, degenerates into decadent gray, and then turns into fly ash...

Yuan Ping stepped forward and looked over one by one, and found that the juniors had only temporarily fallen asleep and would wake up in a while, so he was relieved.

And Feng Qi Yin, since just now, has been standing in place, motionless.

Yuan Ping walked a few steps, and called out hesitantly, "Brother Feng."

Feng Qieyin reached out and touched the gray hairband on his head, nodded and said calmly: "I know that Ji Heng died a long time ago, I know."

Yuan Ping's heart ached, and suddenly he couldn't say any comforting words. The words of empathy are a lie after all.