His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 908 Qingcheng Mountain

Early the next morning, Lan Xiyan drove to the suburbs outside the city with Feng Feili. Qingcheng Mountain was located in the suburbs outside the city, surrounded by mountains, very remote.

The black cat was meowing all the time, Lan Xiyan was really worried about leaving it at home, so she brought it out too.

After getting out of the car, there are endless mountains in front of you, stretching endlessly, shaded by trees, towering trees rising from the ground, lush and lush.

Looking around, there is a green scene.

On the high mountain, there is a quaint building that is particularly eye-catching. It stands on the high mountain and overlooks Qianshan.

A long stone-step road goes straight up the mountain, with no end in sight, trees and bushes on both sides, and green everywhere.

The breeze blew slowly and hit the face, which was cool and refreshing.

This place is in the outskirts, far away from the city, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the surroundings are very quiet, only the sound of insects and birds can be heard in my ears.

The breeze slowly brings the fragrance of flowers, which floats into the tip of the nose, making people feel refreshed.

Feng Feili stepped on the stone steps, observing the surrounding scene, his eyes were full of admiration, this place is good, it makes people feel relaxed and enjoys it very much.

"How about it, Qingcheng Mountain is not bad. Master likes the life of the pastoral landscape very much, so he bought this mountain directly, and since then he has settled down here, and has taken in many apprentices. Everyone is on Qingcheng Mountain, and sometimes he will go down the mountain. The city went crazy."

Lan Xiyan walked in front as the guide, and while introducing Feng Feili to the beauty of Mount Qingcheng, she also praised her master.

Her master is an old man in his 50s, who works vigorously and resolutely, and treats his disciples very harshly.

But he is also very rich. He bought the whole mountain and built it to his liking. Now he has been living on this mountain, teaching his disciples every day, or teaching them to practice witch hunting.

Among the many disciples, the most outstanding is senior brother Shangguan Mo.

Then there is her little junior sister, although Feng Yuan has just arrived, she has very good aptitude and is very popular with the master.

Although the master is very strict with them, he is also very kind. He cares about everyone's life very much, and sometimes he will give financial support to the disciples who are in difficulty, and let them invest in business to support their families and so on.

Lan Xiyan walked slowly up the stone steps, Feng Feili followed behind her, listening to her explanation without speaking.

According to Lan Xiyan, her master is very powerful, he knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom.

Familiar with Qimen Bagua and Yijing literature, naturally also know some things about traveling through time and space or space dimensions, so there is also a way to bring him back to Xuanyue Continent.

A hint of deep thought flashed across her crimson eyes, Feng Feili walked slowly, observing the surrounding situation all along the way.

Today he put on his bright red robe again, the clothes fluttered and fluttered under the blowing of the wind.

Tall and straight, black hair flowing like a waterfall flows down her body, flying left and right with the swing of her body, and her long and narrow red phoenix eyes are slightly raised upwards, with a flash of deep thought in them.

Looking at the enchantment faintly emerging around, I suddenly felt a little puzzled in my heart.

Lan Xiyan is a demon hunter, and so are her senior brothers and sisters, so isn't her master a leader among demon hunters?

Although he wasn't afraid of their demon hunters, he also felt that they couldn't do anything to him.

But faintly, I just feel uneasy and a little concerned.

The corners of his mouth were pursed slightly, the doubts in his heart were getting deeper and deeper, and the pace under his feet could not help but slow down.

(End of this chapter)