The two closed their mouths and looked quietly ahead.

In the territory of Feng Chu, a scoop was seriously injured and dragged down the hind legs of Wu Immortal Academy, and Jiang Bi looked at him irritably.

Just have a mouth, and there is no strength at all.

Jiang Bi thought that she was not stupid, it was impossible for her to fall in love with such a useless man.

Unless it's like Congfeng, it's worthy of her.

Shen Lin, who led the team, was worried, the master had high hopes for him, he failed the first literary examination, and now he is under a lot of pressure.

Tuohui held a scoop, wiped his sweat, looked at the thorns all over the mountains, and waited for Shen Lin to speak.

He positioned himself accurately, and he was used to obeying Elder Qingyan in Lao Zucong.

Just do it, and you can't go wrong.

But Shen Lin is not Qingyan, and Shen Lin himself doesn't know what to do.

They stayed in front of the bushes for so long that they dozed off when they saw it.

It's like being forced to watch a boring movie that makes people doubt life.

Qingyan's head was little by little, and Du Nanxing saw the opportunity, and was just about to reach out to help, but he turned sideways from the wind, not only blocking his vision, but also protecting his little head around his waist.

Du Nanxing's eyes were on fire, staring at his back, wishing that he could burn him through directly.

From the wind like long eyes behind him, you can see his deflated expression, and the corners of his mouth are hooked proudly.

He asked the little woman to lean against him and gently stroke her hair.

The moderately soft and hard stomach is much more comfortable than the hard back of the chair, and the sleeping person rubs it with satisfaction.

Qingyan woke up again, and the sky was already full of stars.

She sat up stunned, wiped the corners of her mouth, and looked left and right.

Several elders sat upright, staring intently at Feng Chujing.

Du Nanxing was pranayama with his eyes closed, probably because of the residual poison in his body, and his face was a little pale.

The senior sister didn't know when she left.

Qingyan looked up and saw that the person behind him was still there, rubbing his eyes and wanting to go back to sleep.

As soon as she stood up, several elders turned their heads to look at her at the same time.

She rolled her eyes, clutched her stomach and screamed, "Stomach hurts, go to the thatched house." ”

Zhongyi frowned, opened his eyes, and continued to look at Feng Chujing.

Zhongzhi has no education, vulgarity, and lazy people have a lot of feces and urine.

It was Kong Qun who smiled, "That can't be delayed, let's go quickly." ”

Green smoke walks on the front foot, from the wind back heel.

Zhongzhi sneered, and went to the thatched house to ask the disciple to accompany him, hypocritical!

The academy has clear rules and precepts, and every day except cultivation is cultivation.

Finally, there was such a grand and lively event as the inter-hospital exchange, and almost everyone ran to watch.

I didn't meet anyone on the way back, and Qingyan suddenly became excited.

She slowed down, waited for the person behind her to walk side by side with her, and then lowered her voice: "Do you want to go to the main peak of Cangshan Mountain?"

The piano painting disciples were all in front of the main hall, and they could just take this opportunity to sneak into the qin painting library to have a look.

Maybe you can find a clue to the small bean sprouts.

Nodding from the wind.

The two soon came to the foot of the mountain.

At the entrance of the library pavilion embedded in the middle of the mountainside, two big red lanterns are hung, and the wind blows the lanterns and rotates.

At night, bright yellow lights flicker.

As soon as Qingyan raised his feet, he heard the sound of neat footsteps.

The wind grabbed her waist and pressed her against the mountain wall, covering herself.

The mountain wall was overgrown with weeds, which made her neck itch and uncomfortable.

She moved, trying to blow away the grass that was sticking to her face.

Hearing a slight sound, the Qin Painting disciple looked towards the mountain wall, "Who?" ”

From the wind covered her mouth and shook his head at her.

Qingyan nodded hurriedly.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't see anyone, and then the qin painting disciple left.

Qingyan felt that it was almost the same, and wanted to push him away, but the wind was still clinging to him.

He probably wanted to be on the safe side.

Qingyan waited quietly, and after a long time, he let go of his hand and pointed to the right.

There is a stone path up the mountain.

Is he going to swagger up?

Not afraid of being caught?

Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

The wind took her hand, half-squatted, and walked quickly to the side of the mountain, where the disciples of Qin Painting could not see at all.

Qingyan looked behind from time to time, worried about being discovered, and as soon as he turned his head, the whole person was hugged by him.

There was a bang, and the sleeves flew.

They had already aired halfway up the mountain.

Qingyan looked down at his feet and gave him a thumbs up.

Smiled from the wind, looked left and right, and pulled her into the library.

The library of qin paintings was originally open to the academy on a regular basis for the study of the academy's senior disciples, and there were no guards or institutions in it.

Closing the door with his backhand, Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the bookshelves that were all layer high to the roof, and solemnly explained: "Anything related to the little bean sprouts, the Peak of Imprisonment, the Night Fall, the Xuanyue Golden Crow, and what very powerful soil cannot be missed!"

She firmly believes that there must be a clue to the little bean sprouts in the library that is known as the most bullish academy in the entire continent.

However, there are many ancient books in the pavilion, and they are as vast as a sea of smoke.

If you want to look at it all, I'm afraid it won't be possible in a day or two.

No matter, I'll talk about it later.

Qingyan pulled from the wind, "Split up." ”

Congfeng thought that her split action was one person, and started from the beginning, but she didn't expect her to walk directly towards the stairs without saying a word and went up to the second floor.

He thought she was very smart.

How could an important book be placed on the first floor.

So he followed.

On the second floor, there are more important books, all packed in boxes, and the amount is far less than that on the first floor.

Seeing him follow, Qingyan frowned and said, "Didn't you say that you would split up?" You're in charge of the downstairs! ”

Standing at the top of the stairs from the wind, looking at the scattered books above, and then at the mountains of books stacked below, "Are you sure?" ”

Qingyan pushed him down, "Hurry up." ”

Congfeng sighed and could only resign himself to his fate.

Qingyan walked around the upstairs and found that there were some very serious and obscure ideas and theories here.

It's the same as the one that was distributed to study and implement the spirit of the meetings and documents.

Qingyan couldn't support his eyelids with a small wooden stick, and barely read all the books in several boxes.

When I turned my head and saw that there were so many left, the whole person was not good.

She staggered and flipped page after page without emotion.

Suddenly, a flash of light, leaned back in a trance, and overwhelmed the shelf behind him with a bang, and the vase on the shelf fell to the ground.

The sound of a vase shattering is definitely audible outside.

She suddenly woke up and hurriedly wanted to fish, but only her fingertips touched it.

It's over, it's going to be discovered!

Qingyan looked nervously at the staircase.

Bone Lulu~

The vase did not smash, but rolled on the ground and rolled directly into it.

This can't be a plastic vase, right?

Qingyan looked up and looked suspiciously at where the vase had stopped.

Is there a room here?

Why didn't she see it when she came just now?

Scratching his head, he heard the movement from the wind already coming up.

"What's wrong?"

She pointed to the room.

The wind pulled her to her feet and lifted the shelf.

Qingyan walked to the room to pick up the vase, and bent his fingers to knock on it.

The muffled voice, not crisp, is a fake vase.

She whispered, "Why did you get a fake ornament for the piano painting?"

No one responded.

She turned her head, huh? What about people?

Turning his head to the other side, he saw Congfeng standing in front of a wall, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, and he didn't move.

What's the situation, Qingyan muttered, walked over to him, and followed his line of sight.

It's a very ordinary wall with a painting hanging on it.

The night was deep, and the rare moonlight was shining through.

The faint light shone on the yellowed paper, barely making out that it was a woman.

The figure is good, the bumps are concave, and the facial features are a little blurred.

Qingyan felt that her face was a little familiar, but she wasn't sure if she had seen it before.

She looked at it for a while, unable to see the name, and squinted at the wind.

From the wind for a moment, he stared at it, as if he couldn't get tired of looking at the person in the painting.

Qingyan looked at him and then at the painting.

She's so sure he's looking at someone's boobs!