"Alas, it's all because our descendants are incapable, and we can't even keep what our ancestors have passed down......"

On the pavilion, boiling water sprayed, the fragrance of tea overflowed, Mao Zhen sat on the stone and said quietly, his expression was slightly regretful, and he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart. Then, he asked curiously, "Mr. Feng, where did you get these ghost texts in your hand?"

Feng Qingyan took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, groaned slightly, and said, "These ghost texts are all obtained from your ghost king bottle. ”

"What?"

Mao Zhen couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and then said in disbelief: "How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Feng Qingyan was a little puzzled, could it be that even Mao Zhen didn't know the soul text in the Ghost King Bottle? However, this possibility didn't seem to be very big, after all, the Ghost King Bottle was the ancestral heirloom of the Mao family, how could he Mao Zhen not know it? However, from the conversation just now, it seems that the Mao family doesn't have many soul texts now.

However, there are tens of thousands of soul texts in the Ghost King Bottle, and even if the duplicate soul texts are eliminated, there are at least two thousand. There are more than 2,000 soul texts, which is already a lot, after all, the commonly used fonts of **** are only 3,500. Therefore, there are really a lot of soul texts in these two thousand. However, why did Mao Zhen say that there are not many ghost texts of his Mao family?

Didn't he know the soul text of the ghost king's bottle?

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"How is this possible?"

Mao Zhen was stunned and said, a little unbelievable, the Ghost King Bottle has always been in his hand, why didn't he find it? Don't say it's him, even his grandfather and ancestors didn't find it.

Feng Qingyan just smiled and didn't speak again.

At this time, Mao Zhen couldn't help but take out the Ghost King Bottle from his backpack, then looked at it carefully, and then asked curiously: "Mr. Feng, you said that these ghost texts were obtained from the Ghost King Bottle, why didn't I see it?"

"On the round wall inside. At this time, Feng Qingyan said.

"Really?" Mao Zhen was stunned. Then he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised and said, "Is this true?"

"What?" Feng Qingyan asked.

"There is a saying in my Mao family, saying that there are a lot of ghost texts in the ghost king bottle, but no one believes it. "At this time. Mao Zhen said in shock, and then he was a little puzzled and surprised, looked at Feng Qingyan and asked, "Mr. Feng, how do you know that there is a ghost text in it?" Why can you see it and I can't?"

"You shouldn't ask me that, you should ask yourself. Feng Qingyan said lightly while drinking tea.

Mao Zhen couldn't help but blush when he heard it, what was handed down by his ancestors, he couldn't see it as a descendant, but instead asked an outsider, which was really a bit unspeakable.

Shame on you.

Mao Zhen couldn't help but hurriedly bow his head and drink tea.

At this time, Feng Qingyan probably knew that ordinary people could not see through the vanity of the Ghost King Bottle. So I don't know the real situation inside the ghost king bottle. And as a god, it can be said that his eyes are like torches, and his eyes are like electricity, is it just talking?

However, although he wanted to learn the soul text, Mao Zhen didn't really know it, but was just using the Mao technique with the help of the soul text. And he was embarrassed to peek at the Mao family's Maoshu, so he didn't continue.

Moreover, he is not from the Mao family. I'm afraid Mao Zhen won't teach either.

On the pavilion, the two drank tea quietly.

After a while, Mao Zhen was a little curious and a little embarrassed and asked, "Mr. Feng." How many ghost texts are in the Ghost King Bottle? Can I—I, please transcribe them?"

"There are tens of thousands of ghost texts in the Ghost King Bottle, and if you eliminate the duplicate ones, there should be more than two thousand. Feng Qingyan didn't hide it, he said it directly, and then said in a deep voice. "As for transcription, there's no problem with that. ”

When Mao Zhen heard this, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, he didn't expect that there were so many ghost texts in the Ghost King Bottle, and then hurriedly said, "Then thank you, Mr. Feng." ”

"However, I need to keep a copy of these ghost texts. At this time, Feng Qingyan said.

"This ......"

Mao Zhen hesitated, he was really reluctant to pass on the ghost text to outsiders, after all, it was preserved by his Mao family. However, Feng Qingyan really helped him too much, so he couldn't refuse at all. Moreover, if Feng Qingyan hadn't copied it, he wouldn't have been able to get the ghost text in the Ghost King Bottle at all. Since this is the case, it is better to agree directly, and then said: "There is no problem with this, but please Mr. Feng don't spread it again, and don't let others know that these ghost texts are from the ghost king bottle of my Mao family." ”

"This one does. Feng Qingyan nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng. Mao Zhen said with a sigh of relief.

"You're welcome, this is as it should be, and I should thank you if you want to thank you. Feng Qingyan said, and then he said wait a while, and then left the pavilion and returned to the study. After a while, he took out a laptop and said, "Because it's not easy to keep ghost texts, I took pictures and kept them in the computer." ”

Mao Zhen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, he felt that this method was quite good, why didn't he think of it? Because taking pictures is not the same as writing, it will consume a lot of energy in the process of writing, and the magical power of the soul text is likely to be related to the energy consumed.

In fact, Feng Qingyan had already memorized all the soul texts in his mind, and he was not afraid of losing them at all.

"I didn't have a phone with me, I'll send you the picture. Feng Qingyan said.

"Bring, bringing. ”

Mao Zhen said, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

"By the way, give me your number too, and if you have anything to do, it's easy to contact. Feng Qingyan said, and also reported his number, and then passed the picture of the soul text to him.

When Mao Zhen received it, he was grateful again, and then hurriedly left Qingshan Village.

"It's almost three o'clock. Feng Qingyan glanced at his watch, he originally wanted to go to the company to take a look, but now it's a little late. Then, I put away the tea set on the stone table and went to read a book. Not long after he sat down, the phone rang, and it was his teacher calling.

"Hey, teacher. Feng Qingyan said after connecting.

"Qingyan, now the teacher is on the train, and there is still an hour before he arrives at the station. At this time, he said on the phone, and there seemed to be some blame.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that the teacher would not hesitate to chase him to Qingshan County in order to let him participate in the assessment of Tai Academy, and said, "Teacher, I'll pick you up, I will be there in about seventy-five minutes." ”

"Well, good. By the way, Dean Liu is also here. I mentioned it on the phone.

When Feng Qingyan heard this, he was slightly surprised, but he could understand it, and he probably knew the other party's intentions. Then, after hanging up the phone, I went back to my room, changed into a slightly formal outfit, and immediately drove to the train station.

…… (To be continued.) )