Should she say that these spirit beasts are too timid, but twenty years ago, when she felt the pressure of the rank, she didn't dare to approach the ruins of the Southern Gu Clan for twenty years? Or should it be said that the life-saving of these spirit beasts is really worth learning?

If it weren't for their group to dig deeper, wouldn't these spirit beasts continue to leave this area for the next countless days and nights?

"Human powerhouse, you really haven't seen the eight-rank spirit beast?"

"Nope. There is nothing alive. Feng Qing said angrily: "You are embarrassed to say that you are a poisonous beast, this guts, you didn't kill others, but scared yourself to death first." ”

But the coercion back then was indeed real. If it weren't in the ruins, then wouldn't this eight-rank spirit beast disappear out of thin air? ”

Feng Qing thought about the pile of indistinguishable white bones, and her face was a little heavy.

So what must have happened back then?

Twenty years ago, it was absolutely impossible for Xiao Mei to reach a realm comparable to that of an eight-rank spirit beast, so there were two possibilities left.

First, the spirit beast that saved Xiao Mei broke through and became an eight-grade spirit beast. Second, there are eight-grade spirit beasts that later entered the ruins.

Feng Qing was more inclined to guess first.

If it was the second, Xiao Mei really had little chance of surviving.

But if it was the first, the last eight-grade spirit beast, had it survived with Xiao Mei until now, or had it also become part of that pile of white bones?

After sending away the four-armed poisonous ape, various ideas surfaced in Feng Qing's mind.

According to the clues provided by the Xiao family, it is not difficult to know that Xiao Mei is used to sucking the essence and blood of others, and supplementing it with the essence blood and skill of others. The Southern Gu Clan is good at drugs, Gu Clan, and formations, could it be that Xiao Mei's method of sucking the essence blood of others is also from the Southern Gu Clan? ”

Although they entered the ruins of the Southern Gu Clan, and Feng Qing was able to silently reveal all the words they had seen in the ruins, they did not understand the meaning of the words left by the Southern Gu Clan.

This speculation is simply impossible to find an argument.

"The so-called forbidden technique of the Ghost Gate, the method of absorbing other people's spiritual power for his own use, should also be taught by Xiao Mei."

Such a way of going against the way of heaven should not be preserved at all!

"Give him another day."

Qin Mufeng's voice was extremely flat.

They entered the poison abyss for two days, in order to lure Xiao Mei here. But no matter how important Xiao Mei is, three days is enough. In Qin Mufeng's eyes, Xiao Mei was not worth spending so much energy at all.

If it weren't for Feng Qing's experience of seeing the tragic situation in the waterfall cave and insisting on solving Xiao Mei first, they could have let Cangming Pavilion investigate slowly, and then catch it all.

"Okay."

After walking for a while, a purple poisonous mist began to appear, and Feng Qing randomly decided to rest first.

Cangzuo took out the kitchen utensils again.

The four-armed poisonous ape went into the poison to pick edible fruits, while Mu Yunwen and Xiao Tai obediently gave Cangzuo a hand.

These three people look like this, but they look very tacitly compatible.

Feng Yi made tea for Feng Qing and brought it over, Feng Qing and Qin Mufeng were already sitting on the chair.

Feng Qing took out a pen and paper and was writing a letter, while Qin Mufeng took out the chessboard and slowly fell.

Feng Yi's tea art was also learned from Cangzuo during this time, and it has already looked a little bit like that.

Feng Qing picked it up and took a sip: "Feng Yi's tea-making skills are getting better and better. Seventh Master, do you want to try it too? ”

As he spoke, Feng Qing picked up another cup of tea and handed it to Qin Mufeng.

Qin Mufeng glanced at Feng Qing lightly.

Feng Qing tapped the teacup in her hand with her chin.

Qin Mufeng shook his head helplessly, took Feng Qing's hand, drank the tea, and Feng Qing was satisfied.

"How?"

"In the future, let Cangzuo come to make tea."

Anyway, Qin Mufeng won't drink it a second time anyway.

Feng Yi lowered his eyelids and glanced at the half cup of tea in Feng Qing's hand, but Feng Qing smiled and put the remaining half cup of tea on Feng Yi's tea tray: "I think it's very good, our Feng Yi is a hand with a knife, and it is already virtuous to be able to make such a good tea." In this way, Feng Yi, if you are fine, soak it for your master to drink. And Cangzuo, you learned tea from him, you must pass his level first, right? ”

Feng Yi nodded: "What the eldest lady said is true." I'll go. ”

As he spoke, Feng Yi really re-brewed the pot of tea and brought it to Qin Li, who was wiping the golden knife on the side.

Feng Qing nodded with satisfaction, turned around and continued to pick up the brush and knocked on the inkstone.

Qin Mufeng rolled up his sleeves freely, picked up the ink strip with one hand and sharpened the ink for Feng Qing, and continued to pinch the chess pieces and drop them on the chessboard with the other.

"You......" Qin Mufeng sighed, and his tone was helpless and doting.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy."

"Is this music?"

"Then ...... Can't I be left alone? Feng Qing smiled and began to put pen to paper, and naturally the font written was sixty percent similar to Qin Mufeng.

Qin Mufeng glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Feng Yi is good at everything, but these tea-making skills are really not talented. I originally thought that no matter how hard it was, I would drink it all, so as to cheer up our Fengyi. But I thought again, if I really do this, in case Feng Yi's self-confidence is bursting, and he robs Cangzuo of the job to make tea for us every day, isn't it us who suffer? ”

Thinking that Feng Yi could brew a pot of tea with a swishy and astringent taste, Feng Qing felt that it was better to tell the truth.

"So let me have a drink too?"

"People say that husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, shouldn't they share weal and woe? I can't drink this little tea with me, so how can it be done! ”

"Yes. Reasonable. ”

When Qin Mufeng heard the word "husband and wife" in Feng Qing's mouth, he felt that it was very pleasing to the ear, and he felt that everything Feng Qing said was right.

After writing the letter, Feng Qing picked it up and blew it, admired it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Although I didn't succeed in entering the battle with a book, I can finally see people with this handwriting. Seventh master, look at it, if I am depressed in the future, can I go to the roadside to set up a stall to earn living expenses? ”

Qin Mufeng was amused by Feng Qing's whimsy.

"Even if the Medicine King Valley dissipates overnight, there will still be Cangming Pavilion. No matter how bad it is, there is also Nanqin. Qingqing, you won't have a chance to be down. ”

Feng Qing touched her nose: "Also, this idea is unlucky." ”

If she is down, she will have to dissipate in the Medicine King Valley, Cangming Pavilion, and Nanqin, and it will be a little difficult to do so.

"Then you just say that I am good, okay?"

"Fabulous." Especially with his words.

"My second brother would be extremely pleased to see that my handwriting has improved so quickly." Feng Qing folded the letter and put it in the new envelope: "When I leave here tomorrow, I will send the letter back to the valley along with the colorful strain." ”

"Yes."

Qin Mufeng replied to Feng Qing's second sentence, but did not respond to Feng Qing's first sentence.

Because Qin Mufeng was extremely sure, Feng Zhao would not be happy for Feng Qing when he saw Feng Qing's letter.

However, Qin Mufeng will not expose this.

He tried every means to get Feng Qing to change his handwriting, for this day.

Let Feng Zhao also taste how he felt when he saw Feng Qing's handwriting that looked like other men's handwriting?