Mechanical male god [unworn ancient]

Feng Qiyin hurriedly hurried, and finally arrived at Youzhou in the Mortal Realm - his hometown before dawn on the third day.

Feng Qiyin used spells to change his appearance, and entered Youzhou City quietly.

After 16 years, Youzhou is quite different from what he saw when he was young.

This was originally the capital of the Ming Kingdom, but later when monks came and the Spirit Sect took over the Ming Kingdom, this Youzhou naturally became the headquarters of the Spirit Sect in the mortal world.

He looked around, but couldn't find many things that were the same as in his memory. He hadn't returned for many years, and coupled with being touched by the Lingzong, this Youzhou City, to him, was no longer a thing, nor a person. .

He didn't look any more, but walked home along the road in his memory.

21 years ago, his entire family was destroyed overnight. As a young man, he fled the mansion overnight with deep-seated hatred. After that, in order to avoid the pursuit of his enemies, he never dared to come back until he stepped into the house again. , It has been four or five years since I set up a memorial tablet for my parents.

Walking to the old and dilapidated mansion without even the plaque in front of the door, Feng Qiyin didn't go in. Instead, he scanned it with his spiritual sense first. There were no Lingzong monks staying nearby, but their house housed the ancestors of the past dynasties. The ancestral hall of the memorial tablet is gone.

It was no surprise that the wind was singing, he didn't even frown.Instead, he turned around and went to another alley.

At the end of the alley was an abandoned house that had not been lived in for a long time. He jumped in from the wall, his clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind, and fell on the knee-high grass in the yard.

When the door of the main room of the abandoned house was opened, a cloud of dust rushed towards his face, which was blocked by the body-protecting aura of Jindanqi.

In that room, there is a memorial tablet of the ancestors moved here from the ancestral hall of the mansion by Feng Qiyin.

Feng Qiyin didn't directly use cleaning techniques, but wiped off the dust on the tablets by himself, and then took out the incense candle offerings that had been prepared a long time ago and placed them on the altar.

Put the lit joss sticks on the candlestick, lit a few more sticks of incense, and then knelt down and kowtowed in front of the memorial tablet. Please."

After worshiping, Feng Qiyin inserted a few sticks of incense into the copper stove filled with incense ash in front of the tablet, and said to his parents' tablet: "Father, mother, there are too many things about Jianzong recently, and my child will almost not be able to catch up with your death day. Fortunately, I didn’t miss it.”

After inserting the incense, he knelt on the ground again, kowtowed several times firmly, then straightened his upper body, smiled and said to his parents' tablet: "Father, mother, I found Ji Heng, he is still alive and well."

In the dim candlelight, the tablet of Feng's parents quietly chanted against the wind, as if they were waiting for the other party to continue talking.

Feng Qiyin's face gradually softened, and his eyes fell into the clear stream of memories.

"He is fine now. I let him move into my Changzui Peak, and asked him to act beside the head of the sect for me. There are many high-level figures from various sects who came to the sect this time. I believe he will be able to take advantage of this opportunity." Stand out in front of those people, no matter where he goes in the future, these people will always take care of him because he is with the head. I also... can feel more at ease."

Having said that, Feng Qieyin paused for a moment, like every young man who confides his sweetheart to his parents, two red clouds floated on his face in the dim candlelight, and the slightly sharp eyebrows also softened, hesitating After a while, he continued: "Don't hide it from your parents, my son... I like him. After I get rid of Lingzong and avenge my parents and family members who died in vain, I will bring him to see you. No matter whether he is human Be it a demon or something else, children like him equally, and parents will definitely like him too."

After rambling on for quite a while, Feng Qiyin stopped and talked about another matter. "Father, mother, this time my child came down, besides offering sacrifices to you and your ancestors, there is another thing to do, which is to collect evidence of the Lingzong crime. Feng Liu is gone, but Feng Wu is still there. He is now the Demon Lord of Jiyuan, I am helping the boy to move around, if he can bring the magic soldiers to help, it would be great. If not, sooner or later, the boy will be able to collect enough evidence to get rid of the Lingzong, and avenge his parents..."

Feng Qieyin knelt on the ground for a long time, and did not leave until the few sticks of incense were burned out.

He changed his appearance and left the city, and when he arrived in the suburbs, he immediately went to Linchuan with his sword.

Before arriving in Linchuan, he visited Feng Liu again, burned a pile of paper money for him, and stayed until nightfall before entering Linchuan City.

The appearance of Linchuan City hasn't changed much, it's just walking between the squares and cities. Apart from the local people, there are also some monks who have already introduced spirits into their bodies, but their cultivation is not yet at the peak of Qi training.

Feng Qieyin took the light-returning mirror and wandered around Linchuan City, and found a suitable location after searching for a long time.He stood in the center of the market, holding a mirror in his hand, glanced at the inn that was rebuilt after the collapse of Linchuan City, and walked in.

"This immortal master, please, do you want to be a top player or stay in a hotel?"

Although Feng Qiyin changed his appearance, he did not conceal his identity. When he walked in, the unique aura in his gestures and gestures was not comparable to that of ordinary monks. Immediately, the immortal master greeted him with extra enthusiasm.

Feng Qiyin said lightly: "One upper room."

The guy immediately happily took him up to the second floor and vacated the best room.

After driving away the waiter, Feng Qiyin immediately cast a barrier in the room, wrapping the room seamlessly.

Up to now, the highest in the mortal realm can only accept the entry of the monks at the early stage of Jindan, so Feng Qiyin is not worried that someone will come and ruin his business.

After setting up the barrier, he poured a lot of spiritual power into the mirror.

With the influx of spiritual power, the mirror surface that originally only reflected the wind and groaning figure suddenly seemed to be thrown into a pool of stones, and small ripples swayed from the center, and then slowly revealed the past in the past. What happened in Linchuan City.

Feng Qiyin didn't even look at it, and directly pushed the time back to 17 years ago, before he and Ji Heng came to Linchuan City.Guessing that the time should be about the same, his whole body instantly turned into a moon-white streamer, which shot into the mirror.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in Linchuan City 17 years ago.

At this time, Linchuan City has not yet undergone reconstruction after the earthquake, and people from the cultivation world have not yet come to the mortal world.

That's right, Feng Qiyin thinks so.However, before he could take a few steps in Linchuan City, he saw several monks dressed in the costumes of Lingzong disciples with white background and blue pattern, and walked in from the gate of the city in a grand manner.

They obviously used a technique to hide their bodies, and the people in the city didn't notice it at all.Let them take the magic weapon to step on the city.

At this time, the entrance to the Mortal Realm from the cultivation world is obviously not completely open, so only some monks from the middle stage of Qi training to the peak of Qi training can come down. Feng Qiyin even saw Li Feicai's figure among this group of people.

Back then, in the eyes of him who had not joined Jianzong, these monks who were at the peak of Qi training or even in the middle of Qi training seemed to be invincible, but now, he who "returned" to the past by relying on the light-returning mirror, saw him again. The words and deeds of these Lingzong disciples made them feel that they were so weak and childish that it was unreasonable.

Seeing those Lingzong disciples leave after making arrangements in various directions in the city, Feng Qiyin also followed.These years he has devoted himself to cultivation, although he has dabbled in formations a little, but he knows very little, only to the point where he can understand the types of formations.

And the arrangement made by these Lingzong disciples was obviously only a part of the formation, Feng Qiyin followed them all the way, and saw that they extended the formation all the way to the outskirts.

Feng Qiyin kept staring at them, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt something was wrong.With a heartbeat, he soared into the air, and his body floated up high in the air to look down.

In Feng Qieyin's eyes, those Lingzong disciples had just drawn the formation texts that turned into thin blood-colored veins, centered on the Ming Lake on the outskirts of Linchuan City, and spreading to dozens of other cities in the Ming Dynasty. The exact same veins are linked together to form a huge circle, connecting the entire Great Ming Kingdom to one point.

Feng Qiyin stood high in the sky, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and there were even waves of ominous feelings in his heart.It's a pity that he has focused on improving his military strength these years, and he has only a half-knowledge of formations, and he can't even understand such a huge formation that is enough to connect the entire dynasty.

He felt uneasy, but there was nothing he could do. After all, this was just the past he saw through the mirror. Even if he could see what this formation was used for, there was no way to stop it.

With such thoughts in mind, Feng Qiyin fell from the sky, just in time to see two of the group of Lingzong disciples separated from the others and went elsewhere.

As for where those two people went, Feng Qiyin naturally knew clearly. The two people happened to bump into him 17 years ago when they were passing through a small town. Li Feicai, who killed his family, remembers it clearly. This is why he led people to set up an ambush to kill Li Feicai. Later, he was rescued by Ji Heng.

Thinking of Ji Heng, Feng Qiyin's eyes softened slightly.

He glanced at the Lingzong disciples who left, and then returned to Linchuan City, quietly waiting for him and Ji Heng 17 years ago.

Finally, in that misty and rainy afternoon, he first saw the horses passing by with five winds and six winds, and then waited until Ji Heng walked to Linchuan City.

Seeing Ji Heng wearing coarse linen clothes waiting in line at the gate of the city, Feng Qiyin's eyebrows frowned unconsciously. He hadn't seen Ji Heng dressed so shabbyly for a long time, so he didn't have to think about anything, and couldn't help feeling distressed stand up.

Of course, the heartache didn't last long. When Ji Heng misunderstood the meaning of the guard and even took out a copper coin to try to bribe the guard, Feng Qiyin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sure enough, his Ji Heng is always so cute!

Relying on this past, Ji Heng couldn't see him, Feng Qiyin took a step forward, walking side by side with Ji Heng.

The juniors who were brought in by him last time couldn't touch anything here, but he, the master who signed a contract with the Huiguang mirror, was an exception.

He stood beside Ji Heng, stretched out his hand, and joined hands with the hand hanging by his side, the warm and firm touch of his palm was not half fake.

He mobilized his power to realize the past Ji Heng to the greatest extent, and at the same time, everything around him became illusory.

The two of them held hands and walked slowly in the center of this hazy market. The soft rain was wrapped around the corners of their clothes and landed on the backs of their hands. In the palms of the two of them.

They walked slowly like that, as if they were together, holding hands, walking through their whole life...

Just like that, Feng Qiyin took Ji Heng's hand and walked to the center of the market, the place where Ji Heng stopped the mad horse and rescued an old man.

It's time to let go, Feng Qiyin said.

He turned his head to the side, wanting to take another look at Ji Heng, but unexpectedly the other side turned his head too.

It turned out that when he was in this place, Ji Heng also turned his head. What was he looking at?Feng Qiyin was about to follow his line of sight to see what made Ji Heng stop and look back, but Ji Heng, who was standing in front of him, suddenly spoke.

Ji Heng looked at him and said, "Excuse me, can you let go of my hand?"

The wind sings:! ! !