"Brother Fengyuan, is this the end of it?" A young man with a height of less than five feet and a pale face said angrily, "No matter how powerful the Shangqing Sect is, they are still in Zuzhou now, and this is not their territory!"
Fengyuan's face looked uncertain and very ugly. He is not yet over 100 years old, but he has reached the level of cultivation. He usually considers himself a handsome young man in the East China Sea cultivation world, but he does not want to be frightened out of his wits by a casual blow from someone of the same level.
A future in which he would be treated as a laughing stock by everyone flashed through his mind. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, but the remaining reason still reminded him of the weight of the word "Shangqing"!
After pondering for a moment, he said angrily: "Then what can you do? Disciples of Shangqing Zhenzhen, not to mention you and me, even my family behind me must avoid it if they see it."
A sly smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth and he said: "Of course we don't dare to take the lead directly, but in Yecheng now, there are people who are not afraid of him!"
"Are you talking about Mr. Feng and the others?" Fengyuan looked a little confused. He didn't have the guts to confront the emperor directly, let alone involve Feng Ji and others.
If he offended the people of Shangqing, the worst he could do would be to go to the sword, but if he offended these young masters, Fengyuan had seen how those people could neither survive nor die.
Seeing the hesitation on Fengyuan's face, the pale-faced son of the aristocratic family struck another chord while the iron was hot: "Brother Feng, what's there to be hesitant about? The factions in the pavilion and the Shangqing Dynasty have never dealt with you. Maybe Mr. Feng and the others are holding back their angry thoughts. Why don’t you have a reason to cause trouble for Fan Xiang?”
After hearing this, Fengyuan made up his mind and nodded slowly.
At this time, it was getting late, and under the misty night, there was a looming flying pavilion in the high sky, surrounded by clouds and mist.
The bright moon reflected over the corners of the eaves, there were birds and cranes flying, and the smoke and clouds were lingering. It was as beautiful as a fairyland.
Even if he is the lord of this city... the Ye family's mansion is also in the city, but this flying pavilion is leaping above it, which is obvious.
Fengyuan and the others flew here and stopped respectfully in front of the door.
Not long after, a boy on duty opened the door, but he had seen Fengyuan and several others. He said with a smile: "It turns out that Brother Feng is here. I wonder if I can invite you?"
Although he was only a little boy, he was someone close to Feng Ji. Fengyuan did not dare to neglect him. While handing over hundreds of letters, he said, "I was not invited today. I just want to see you for something."
After the boy accepted the letter, he said with a smile: "I want Brother Feng to know. If it were in the past, I would have let you in directly. But today, the young master has hosted a banquet for an important guest, and I have to go and inform him." "
Fengyuan was stunned. If Feng Ji had a guest here, then today would be a good opportunity. He hurriedly said: "Since the young master has a distinguished guest here, I won't bother you for now."
Before the boy could reply, a voice suddenly came from the hospital, "Since you have come where you have come, there is still a reason to leave. Brother Feng, please come to the hospital and have a talk."
Fengyuan and the others looked at each other and had no choice but to follow the child and walk inside.
This flying pavilion looks majestic, majestic and luxurious from the outside, but once you enter, you will know that there is a whole other world inside.
As soon as you enter the door, there are smoke and clouds, and fairy sounds are lingering. However, there are dozens of female cultivators in white standing everywhere in the courtyard holding harps, and delicate children are ringing bells and chimes. Even the maids holding lamps coming and going have cultivation skills. The body and appearance are even more excellent.
Walking forward, you will see row upon row of buildings, all of which are exquisite. The glazed roof tiles are bathed in the moonlight, bright and elegant. The tall hall and tower in the distance are even more picturesque, blending into the sky and the earth.
Even the surrounding rockery scenery is made of extremely precious five-color corals.
Everyone walked to a small lake with sparkling waves. There was an elegant small hall in the center of the lake, where three or five people were sitting and drinking, admiring the moonscape.
Seeing that everyone in Fengyuan had arrived, a high-spirited young man stood up. He was dressed in purple robes, with strong features, and an air of nobility that hit his face, making it unforgettable. Who else could he be if he wasn't Feng Ji?
Decades have passed since Chi kissed the dream in Beijiang. Unlike Yu Huan who received a lot of punishment, Feng Ji and others were only punished slightly because they were still young and were ordered to practice within the clan.
Recently, he had advanced to Yanfa, and the grandma of the Feng family loved him so much that she allowed him to come out.
Sitting with him were still those members of the Five Emperors family who were close friends with him.
There is only one person, whom Fengyuan is not very familiar with, but she is a pretty beauty who looks no more than 28 years old. Her hair is in a fairy bun, her almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, her eyebrows are picturesque, her head is swaying leisurely, her ears are tied with jade bracelets, and she is dressed in a uniform. The colorful clothes and feathery clothes will make anyone look good for a lifetime.
And seeing her seated as the guest of honor, it was obvious that she was the host of the banquet that Feng Ji was hosting.
Fengyuan had also spent a long time with Feng Ji, and knew that this person was small in stature but very powerful, so he just glanced at him and stopped watching.
Feng Ji also noticed this, and was quite satisfied. During the nearly ten years of hard training in the clan, there was no such a discerning person around to serve him.
After all, it was punishment in name, and Feng Ji had to go through a lot of hardships to get through it.
Therefore, as soon as he left his hometown, he had a feeling that the sea was wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky was high enough for birds to fly.
In the past few days, Feng Ji had been hosting banquets every day and playing music every night in the palace awarded to him by his family. He was very happy.
Ten years of hard training not only failed to stabilize his state of mind, but made him even more arrogant than before.
However, this problem is common in the Five Emperors family and even in most practicing families.
After all, from the moment they are born, they have good food and clothing, and practice without worries.
There are countless servants and maids around him, so he will not encounter any risk of attack.
People who grow up in such an environment, except for a very small number of people who are born with spiritual seeds, are mostly in a bad state of mind, and it is absolutely difficult to break through the golden elixir tapping the heart.
However, the aristocratic families still have their own methods. After the disciples of the clan enter the realm of Evolution, they will be sent out to practice and artificially set up various heart-breaking dangerous situations and painful emotional tribulations.
However, with such experience, they are still being watched over secretly by senior members of the clan, so their lives are not in danger.
Therefore, these disciples from aristocratic families can even use this tricky method to inquire into their true hearts and refine the golden elixir.
But the mentality is quite different from those monks who have truly overcome thousands of difficulties and dangers, and faced countless life and death crises, just like their fashion.
However, there are both pros and cons. Training disciples in this way has a much higher survival rate than relying solely on one's own methods.
Even some sects inherited from masters and apprentices have had this trend in recent years. A true disciple walks down the mountain to practice, and there are countless old ghosts looking after him behind him.
Therefore, even though the clan knew about Feng Ji's mental state, they still released him with peace of mind.
With two Yin Shen Lords taking care of him, could something unexpected happen?
Feng Ji walked down from the pavilion, took Fengyuan's hand, pointed at the female cultivator and introduced him: "This is the current successor of Su Nu Pavilion, Fairy Yan Qingjunyan."
When facing people whose status is below her, Feng Ji's attitude towards receiving things is actually good.
The female cultivator waved her hands and said, "Young master, you are exaggerating. I am only a small cultivator, so how can I be called a fairy?"
Feng Ji laughed and said: "Just because of your beauty, Qingjun, you are worthy of the title of fairy!"
Fengyuan also bowed at the right time and said: "I met Fairy Yan when I was in Fengyuan of the Fengyuan family."
Although Yan Qingyun said not to call her that, her face showed lingering joy, and she was obviously very satisfied in her heart.
Feng Ji then turned around and asked, "I just heard from Brother Feng that he came to see you for something. I don't know what it is."
Fengyuan looked embarrassed and looked at Yan Qingyun and the female cultivator in the court.
Gritting his teeth, he took off the crown on his head, revealing his blue scalp.
Using his cultivation method to regrow his hair is just a trivial matter, and the only reason he still retains this appearance is now.
Sure enough, Feng Ji looked shocked and said, "Brother Yan, how did you do this?"
Fengyuan lamented with a sad look: "But it was Fan Xiang who was ignorant and bumped into Shaoqing, so he cut off the top of his hair."
"Shaoqing, Fan Xiang?!" Upon hearing this, Feng Yanyan Qingyun, as well as everyone in the pavilion, all tightened their eyes.
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I've been helping them with graduation matters recently, and I'll make up for it if I'm a little busy. I probably owe more than forty chapters.
