Qingyan hadn't had time to forget what happened just now, and he didn't want to see him for a while.

Yi Junzi saluted the three of them, and finally looked at Qingyan.

"Master, I have invited Elder Qingyan."

"Could it be that Elder Wei Lai found it so quickly?" Qingyan looked at Zhongyi.

"You go check it out." Zhongyi told her to hurry over.

As soon as Qingyan walked out with Yi Junzi, she saw a little girl lying on the window at the end of the corridor.

"Isn't this from your academy?" She looked at Mr. Yi.

When Yi Junzi saw it, he immediately sank his face, "Talk about Ximeng!" ”

When the little girl heard the voice, she froze at first, and then ran away without looking back.

Qingyan saw Vice General Zhou in the courtyard of the piano painting, obviously he had just come over.

"Elder Qingyan, I have ordered someone to tidy up the garden as soon as possible, please forgive me."

Vice General Zhou did not forget to tell the follow-up treatment of the garden, and apologized.

"There's no hurry." Qingyan didn't expect him to remember.

She was suddenly disrupted by Jiang Bi's matter just now, she forgot about it, anyway, just don't ask her.

Wei Lai was already waiting in the house, and Yi Junzi waited for the two of them to go in and stayed outside the door.

"Elder Qingyan." After a night, Wei Lai was much more polite to Qingyan.

"But have you found Biluo Yellow Spring?" Qingyan gets straight to the point.

Wei Lai nodded and took out a yellowed ancient book.

"Travels in the Devil's Cave?" Qingyan looked at the cover.

Vice General Zhou also leaned over.

"Enter the Demon Cave as a play, which free immortal wrote this?"

Qingyan looked back and forth curiously, but didn't see the signature.

"More than ten masters and disciples of the academy searched for it all night, and only found this book that may be related, they are still looking for it, I will take this book over to you first."

"Possibly related?" Qingyan looked at him suspiciously.

"Well, on page 57 of this book, it is recorded that there is a treasure in the Demon Cave, called Huangquan, which is like a thousand cauldrons, which can be used to make magic potions."

"What do you mean by a thousand cauldrons?" Qingyan thought thoughtfully of her broken iron pot.

"It means that one pot of rice can be eaten by a thousand people."

"There's such a big cauldron?" It doesn't seem to be her iron pot.

Her iron pot of rice is only enough for three people at most.

But all indications show that her pot is very likely to be Biluo Yellow Spring.

Qingyan opened the ancient book and stared at the page with a frown.

Wei Lai thought she couldn't understand it, and was about to explain, so he listened to her.

"The Huangquan kettle can smelt all kinds of poisons, and it is one of thousands of poisons. One day the demon king refines medicine, and the demon man's brother ......"

What is written later is probably that there is a little devil man stirring the decoction, and when he accidentally falls down, he plops and melts instantly.

Another little devil next to him kindly rescued, stretched his hand in, and only touched a little bit, and the poison spread along his arm.

Even if he stood outside, it was useless, and he disappeared in a few moments.

There was only a pile of black powder on the ground and a puff of water in the sky.

The decoction was left unattended and boiled for 100 days and nights.

The water was also boiled dry, and only a charred pot remained, and no one cared about it.

Qingyan put down the ancient books.

"Sure enough, it's a freewheeling travelogue, the focus is not written, but the two little devils are so funny."

Vice General Zhou also wanted to see what was written on the ancient book, but when he opened it, he found that he couldn't recognize all the words on it.

The ancient text is earlier than the Chengyang Chinese script, and it continues before and after, so some parts are the same, and some are different.

Seeing that Qingyan could understand it, the reverence for her in my heart was a little more.

Wei Lai didn't expect Qingyan to read this kind of text without any problem.

But she didn't take it seriously, and Wei Lai didn't ask much.

"Does Elder Qingyan have any ideas?" Wei Lai looked at her.

Qingyan stood up, "I have a reluctant request. ”

"Please."

"I wonder if this book can be brought back by Qingyan to study it carefully?"

"Okay." Wei Lai readily agreed.

Before he brought the ancient books, he had already let people see the contents and asked the dean for approval.

A travelogue, which does not involve any cultivation and is insignificant.

Qingyan thanked Wei Lai and looked at Vice General Zhou.

"Trouble Deputy General Zhou Shen Shi to find Li Luohan and send Bucktooth into the palace."

"Elder Xie Qingyan."

Qingyan took the ancient book back to his courtyard.

Inside the house, Li Luohan, who had already changed his clothes, was transplanting a small part of the ghost cut bamboo in the mud pot into an iron pot.

"Master, I decided not to sleep at night, but also to see what is going on!"

"I've got your back." Qingyan patted him on the head as he passed.

"But didn't you come up too early?"

"Where is it early, longer than yesterday." Li Luohan muttered.

Qingyan's steps did not stop, and he walked directly towards the hot spring in the inner room.

From the wind and the blue deep are in the soup pool.

Qingyan didn't bother them, and when he saw that there was still a chair by the pool, he sat on it and soaked his feet, holding his travelogue as an idle book to read.

Since then, the inner room has been filled with the sound of laughter like silver bells.

"Hahaha, this demon boy is too stupid."

Qingyan slapped his thigh with a smile, and soon finished reading the travelogue, and he was still unsatisfied.

"Lan Shen, look!" Qingyan bent down and leaned over to the people on the side with his travelogue.

Face to face only to find out that it was from the wind.

She was so engrossed in it just now that she didn't even pay attention to when Lan Shen came out of the water and left.

From the face of the wind magnified in front of the eyes.

His eyes were smoky with the hot steam.

It's dangerous to look at.

"Phew!"

Qingyan was so shocked that she leaned back.

He quickly grabbed her from the eye of the wind, so that she would not hit her head on the ground.

When it was critical, Qingyan subconsciously wanted to grasp something to stabilize the center of gravity.

The next second the man has fallen into the arms of the wind.

He was soaking wet, the heat was amazing, and as soon as the two approached, Qingyan was wrapped in the heat of his body, and the whole person was hot.

She was like a scalding shrimp, huddled in his arms.

The wind held her, soared out of the water, and landed easily on the ground.

Qingyan wanted him to let go, and suddenly thought of her ancient books.

"My book!"

She screamed at something floating on the water.

From the wind immediately to pick it up, Li Luohan and Lan Shen heard the cry and ran in.

Lan Shen saw that he had retrieved a dripping ancient book from the wind, and immediately went to find a dry towel.

Qingyan wanted to cry, "Is there still salvation?" This is what I borrowed from Wei Lai, and I can't afford to pay for it. ”

Congfeng threw the ancient book to Lan Shen and asked him to dry it, while he grabbed a large piece and draped it on Qingyan's body.

She was covered with water, and although her clothes were layered and she couldn't see anything, she showed a delicate and straight curve because she was close to her body.

Qingyan didn't pay attention to it, but when he covered it like this, he realized that his clothes were wet.

He wouldn't see anything, would he?

From the wind blocking people behind him, he looked at Lan Shen and Li Luohan, "The inner room is damp, go outside and bake it." ”

Lan Shen and Li Luohan knew that they would have to pay for the damage of the ancient books, so they hurriedly took them out to dry.

Congfeng and the others left before turning to look at her.

Qingyan stared down at his clothes, still thinking about what he saw, when he was suddenly stopped and picked up.

She jerked her head up, her head hitting something.

I only heard a hissing sound, and I saw him pursing his mouth tightly and his face expressionless.

He's not going to be hit on his tongue by himself, is he?

She was embarrassed and wanted to laugh, forgot to struggle, and was carried to the bed by him.

"Put it on."

He took a clean set of clothes from the wind and gave her a set of clean clothes, turned around and went out.

He seemed to be a little bumpy as he walked, kicking the threshold with his foot and his clothes caught in the screen.

Qingyan looked at his somewhat hurried and flustered back, and laughed silently.

This kid didn't feel nervous when he hugged himself, but now he was innocent.

The door slammed shut, and she hugged the corner and snickered.

A small face is red, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of spring.

Outside the house, Congfeng stared at the door panel, his barely controllable expression finally cracked, and his fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He heard the slightest movement inside, and immediately fled.