On a cliff.

Since Gu Haoyue left last time, Jiang Youlan was inexplicably angry, and she no longer paid attention to Qin Feng, and when she met, she was also cold-faced, like a stranger.

Qin Feng was no longer in a daze, the books piled up in the west corner of the cave were getting thicker and thicker, and in less than a month, the cave had occupied half of it.

These books are divided into four piles, the history books and imperial laws are the most, the dense stacking is close to the tip of Qin Feng's eyebrows, followed by the geographical literature of the country, and then the books on cultivation, covering a wide range of topics, including swordsmanship, alchemy, tools, charms, demons, illusions, etc., the last pile is a little messy, poetry, calligraphy and painting, antiques and business, humanistic customs, strange and miscellaneous talks.

Qin Feng reads books very quickly, and has more than dozens of books a day. I don't know how much he understands and how much he remembers, anyway, in the past month or so, he has been reading books most of the day.

At dusk, Qin Feng sat on the ground, concentrating on reading the book in his hand, which was a book on music, at this time Xixiang knelt beside him to comb his hair, or rubbed his shoulders and neck, or knocked his back, and occasionally closed the book in his hand and made him blink.

The afterglow of the setting sun hit Qin Feng's handsome face, reflecting a touch of red. During this time, Xixiang's face was often flushed, a book, a gust of wind, a trace of rain, and two people, quietly beautiful.

Early one morning.

Xixiang brought pineapple cake early in the morning, and during this time, Young Master Qin would ask Xixiang to go to the Gujian Inn every few days and bring back a pineapple cake.

Xixiang watched Qin Feng finish eating together, squatting outside the cave to accompany him as usual, Qin Feng was reading, Xixiang was gossiping to herself, when Jiang Youlan stepped outside the cave, maybe it was the chatter that disturbed the quiet, Chao Xixiang stared at him coldly, Xixiang couldn't help but shrink timidly, and her voice was naturally much quieter.

Jiang Youlan's gaze did not retract, Xixiang lowered her head and did not dare to face it, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth, and closed her mouth and stopped talking. Xixiang could see that the young grandmother was dissatisfied with herself, and she was faintly resentful.

At this moment, Qin Feng closed the book and quietly stared at Xixiang.

Qin Feng is cautious by nature, and often plans to do things before acting, with this period of secret observation, he ruled out the possibility that the simple girl in front of him was instructed to spy on him, and gradually made an overall judgment on his identity and background, and took the initiative to ask today:

"Since Jiang Youlan is my future daughter-in-law, why does she look bitter and hateful to me?"

"It's not because young master you are bad on weekdays and have a bad reputation, strengthen the young grandmother taught ...... last time"

Xixiang covered her mouth, stopped halfway through her words, and said in astonishment: "Young master, you ...... You're well, young master, and you're able to speak. ”

Xixiang had surprise on her face, and cheered with joy, only to see her rushing down the mountain, presumably in a hurry to inform her wife of the news first.

Jiang Youlan looked at Qin Feng silently, with a look of curiosity, three doubts, and six fears. couldn't help but secretly guess: Qin Feng opened his mouth to speak, could it be that his memory began to recover, could he remember the incident of the broken peak cliff that night?

I saw Qin Feng lowering his eyebrows, avoiding meeting Jiang Youlan's eyes, taking a deep breath, as if he had something to say, he finally lost a little courage, and stopped talking. He lowered his head and opened the scroll in his hand again.

This look couldn't help but make Jiang Youlan think: The young man in front of him, what made him lower his head and be accompanied by books all day long, and what made him disdain himself?

The more she can't see through it, the more timid Jiang Youlan is, and naturally she will be distracted.

At night, the moon is full like a disk, the starry sky is bright, the night is intoxicating, the wind rises, and the leaves under the cliff "rustle".

Qin Feng sat quietly on the edge of the cliff alone, staring at the night Kyoto, his face was as cold as a pool, and his heart was turbulent. It's a brief lull before the storm comes!

It has been seven consecutive days, and the Dao Protector Talisman in Qin Feng's Divine Sense has not issued any more warnings, and the incident of frequently peeking into this world has not happened anymore, which is definitely not a good thing.

Qin Feng knew his situation, and he knew even more that it was impossible to hide his identity as the prince for too long, and the eldest prince's doting and decisive character of killing the prince, once his identity was exposed, he would definitely die.

Stop spying on yourself, that's a bad sign.

Qin Feng felt more and more that there was not much time left for him, and there were some things, although the time was not ripe and the situation was not clear, but he couldn't wait any longer, which was also the reason why Qin Feng abandoned the idiot disguise today.

Thinking about this, Qin Feng punched on the rock wall, in the silent night, the sound of the blow would naturally alarm Jiang Youlan in the cultivation, only to see Jiang Youlan retract his breath, his brows were slightly furrowed, his face was puzzled, he got up and walked out of the cave, and at a glance he saw Qin Feng's resentful gaze, staring at him.

Seeing a trace of blood flowing from Qin Feng's fist hitting the rock, Jiang Youlan asked softly in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

Qin Feng was silent, approaching Jiang Youlan's side, looking at her eyes angrily, as if he wanted to pull something out of her eyes, the faces of the two were almost together, and after a long time, Qin Feng's cold voice sounded in Jiang Youlan's ears:

"What did I vaguely remember just now?"

This sentence instantly made Jiang Youlan look flustered, subconsciously took a half step back, and no longer dared to look at Qin Feng, but turned to look at the ground on the left, and responded timidly: "You...... What do you remember. ”

Jiang Youlan's cowering behavior strengthened Qin Feng's judgment, this seemingly weak and elegant girl really had such a big courage to dare to kill the prince of the Daluo Empire?

Qin Feng pressed forward one step further, Jiang Youlan, who was weak-hearted, could only take another step back, Qin Feng took a few more steps forward, forcing Jiang Youlan to the rock wall, so that she had no way to retreat.

"I remember, that night, you killed me with your own hands!"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Youlan's breathing suddenly became short, her forehead oozed fragrant sweat slightly, and Fengyun's chest rose and fell frequently with her breathing.

Jiang Youlan timidly glanced at Qin Feng, who was close at hand, nervousness and fear instantly occupied the whole mind, at this time Jiang Youlan's mind was blank, her feet were slightly bent, and she didn't dare to straighten up, because she would keep trembling as soon as she straightened.

Jiang Youlan's whole body was like a deflated ball, lacking strength to support it, if it weren't for her back against the cliff, she was afraid that she would have collapsed, if the incident of that night was reported by Qin Feng and let the eldest prince know, she would definitely be unable to escape death.

I saw Jiang Youlan swallowing her saliva, not daring to respond to Qin Feng's question, but instead asked vigorously: "You, what do you want to do...... Don't come here, what do you want to do?"

In this tone, there was a faint cry.

Qin Feng's fierce gaze approached Jiang Youlan's eyes infinitely, and Jiang Youlan, who had no way to retreat, could only cling one side of her face to the rock wall, simply closed her eyes, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "You, don't come here, what are you going to do, I didn't want to kill you, I really didn't want to kill you." ”

Qin Feng looked at Jiang Youlan's trembling eyelashes, put his mouth close to Jiang Youlan's ear, and said in a gloomy tone: "You don't want to kill me, but you still kill me, if my father knows about this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to die, tell me, where did you do it to me." ”

"Eastern Suburbs...... Cliff ...... Windward Pine!"

The weakness of heart and fear made Jiang Youlan lose any judgment ability at this moment, and instinctively chose to answer Qin Feng's question obediently. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was wrong, since Qin Feng remembered the events of that night, why couldn't he remember the place where that night happened?

However, at this moment, how could Rong Jiang Youlan think about it, only to see Qin Feng make a move of cutting his throat with his left hand, and whispered in a cold tone.

"Stay in the cave and don't come out"

Jiang Youlan was like receiving amnesty, and walked straight back to the cave in a frightened hurry, sat cross-legged, forcibly calmed herself, and even silently recited the true secret of cultivation in her heart, trying to calm down the state of mind that was surging like a tide before.

At night, Qin Feng weighed again and again in his mind, and took the risk to take out the Dark Sky Bead, this time the time to enter and exit the Dark Sky Bead was extremely short, and it was only a few breaths before and after, and this time he came out with Qin Feng, and the little bird with human nature, Fat Ou!

Fat Ou obediently circled around Qin Feng, then flew into the night sky and disappeared.

Kyoto 10,000 meters in the air, only to hear a sharp cry of Fat Ou, and then "pop" a sound of bone breaking, the palm-sized body, instantly turned into a huge black shadow, more than ten meters long black wings spread out, like a flood of fierce birds descended, soaring in the night sky.

The speed of the black shadow is as fast as lightning, and as soon as the black wings are spread, they will reach the outskirts of the eastern city.

The appearance of the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger in Kyoto and the fat Ou will naturally attract the attention of some forces, Qin Feng only guessed that the imperial city is counted as one, the eldest prince's mansion is counted as one, and the academy is counted as one, but he doesn't know that the Taoist Temple of Tianjing Mountain in the northern suburbs of the capital and the Tower of Babel in the south of the city are all inducted by masters, but the people who know what this strange beast is are are in the west of the city.

The westernmost courtyard of the ancient inn is not large, the backyard and wooden building are less than one acre, the outer wall of the stone courtyard is hung by green willows, it looks a little dilapidated because no one prunes it, and the top of the wooden house beam in the courtyard is also full of cobwebs.

Inside the hut was a black table by the window, the most striking thing on the table was the large, black ink table, under a pair of brass candlesticks, under which was a dilapidated old book.

On a wooden bed with a thin mattress, there was a nine-string green wooden piano, and I thought it was a wooden sleeper if I didn't pay attention to it, but I saw a piano player sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, surrounded by green mist, and couldn't see his face clearly.

The violin player stroked the nine-stringed piano in front of him, and played it calmly and elegantly, the strings vibrated but no sound came out.

The cry of a strange beast in the night sky caused the player to stop playing the strings, put his hands on the surface of the instrument, and walk out the window, gazing at the night sky and contemplating.

After a long time, the piano maker came out of the wooden house, and the misty cyan mist on his body gradually dissipated, and finally revealed his true face, this piano maker was actually Boss Jia of the Gujian Inn.

"Xu San, look at what it is. ”

As soon as Boss Jia's words fell, a person walked out of the wooden house again, and this person was the shopkeeper Xu of the Gujian Inn.

Shopkeeper Xu silently walked behind Boss Jia, without saying a word, looking at the night sky with a solemn expression, a faint gray light flashing on his forehead.

I saw that a crack suddenly opened in the middle of the eyebrows in front of the shopkeeper Xu's forehead, and a gray vertical eye slowly opened, and the moment he opened his eyes, the aura of heaven and earth in the stone courtyard instantly became violent and restless, and there was a tendency to spread!

Between the lightning and flint, the hexagram formation engraved in the stone courtyard suddenly lit up, forcing the irritable heaven and earth aura to be suppressed.

The third glance on the forehead of the shopkeeper Xu, through the clouds and fog in the night sky, a giant bird came into view.

What he saw at the third sight, Boss Jia could naturally see it, only to see Boss Jia ponder for a moment, and with a wave of one hand, the broken ancient book on the black table in the wooden house flew out of the window, suspended in front of Boss Jia, and slowly unfolded.

The unfolded ancient book was blank, Boss Jia waved his right hand again, and the brass candle on the black table turned into a golden magic pen and sneaked into Boss Jia's hand, and above the tip of the pen was a burning golden flame.

Boss Jia held the pen and swayed, and in an instant, on this blank ancient book, a bird was drawn, and the posture of this bird was similar to the bird that Xu San saw soaring in the night sky, similar to the shape and god!

The ruined tome slowly closed, and when it was opened again in ten breaths, an ancient painting appeared in the tome with a note underneath.

Gaotu Mountain, there are birds, its shape is like an owl and human feet, black feathers and red beak, human tongue can speak, the name is called Gu carving, also known as fat relics.

"Gu Eagle, isn't that a strange beast raised by the Pure Fool San, why does it appear here?" Boss Jia frowned slightly and said to himself. I felt a little irritable in my heart, but after a long time, I felt that this was strange again, so I cast a spell again and reopened the ancient book of animal skins suspended in the air.

Boss Jia's expression was solemn, his right hand flipped over, and the golden pen standing in the air suddenly shone brightly, flying to the front of the broken ancient book, only to see Boss Jia stepping out of the lunge with one leg, his right hand was calligraphy and painting in the void, and the orange and yellow true yuan continued to pour into the golden pen, and the golden pen drew a pattern again on the broken ancient book with the wave of Boss Jia's right hand.

It is very different from before, this time Boss Jia painted every stroke on the broken ancient book, it was extremely difficult, and at the end of the painting, there was a phenomenon of poor true yuan, and after the last stroke, Boss Jia gushed out a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly withered a lot, obviously by the mana.

On the broken ancient books, the portrait of the pure fool is impressively presented.

Shopkeeper Xu hurriedly stepped forward to help up the crumbling Boss Jia, and asked softly with a concerned expression: "Master, are you okay?"

Boss Jia closed his eyes, stood up on his own after a while, waved his hand to the shopkeeper Xu, and sighed: "Divination, the beginning of all indecent things, the test of the ancient forbidden end, want to decide the good and the bad! ”

Speaking of this, Boss Jia shook his head, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with the support of Shopkeeper Xu, and then carefully observed the few lines of small words on the broken ancient book.

"The thirteenth month of the young girl, when she was in the south, she felt the will of heaven and accepted the Taoist spirit, and her god was not dead!"

In just two lines, Boss Jia thought carefully to the east of the rising sun. The body is still alive and the gods are not dead, and the Dao spirit is introduced? This is ...... Why?