The study is very simple, and it can be seen that the old man is not a person who loves luxury, and he entered the dragon king's study alone, and the key in his hand does not know where to open the door.

After walking around, I didn't find a secret room or box to open, the shelves were full of neatly placed volumes, and the classification was very detailed, Feng Qingmo stopped in front of a row of bamboo tubes where ancient books were placed.

Flipping through the records of ancient herbs, observations, and character chronicles, Feng Qingmo did not find any information related to his father in the character chronicles.

He knows very little about his father, and his memory is not very much, the only thing that can be determined is his father's love for him, his father was always strict when he practiced when he was a child, and he was very friendly in his spare time, he loved to pick up Feng Qingmo and walk slowly through the corridor, smell the smell of food and go to the hall to eat.

Mo'er, take care of yourself and your mother. Feng Qingmo only remembered this sentence, and even forgot his father's appearance, and could only vaguely remember his laughter and the big rough hand caressing the top of his head, rubbing all the broken hair.

At the end of the bookshelf is a bamboo curtain, Feng Qingmo walked over, behind the bamboo curtain is a bookcase and a brush, and there are some books that have not been put back on the small stool next to it.

Thinking back to the structure of this study, the space is not right, there should be a secret room, the light of the night pearl dazzled Feng Qingmo's eyes.

This light will move, Feng Qingmo carefully observed the position of the twelve night pearls, so it turned out, Feng Qingmo mobilized several night pearls in the mouth of the dragon head.

The light gathered on the dragon's eye on the pen holder on the bookcase, and with a click, a bookshelf against the wall slowly opened, revealing the secret room inside.

After walking in, Feng Qingmo silently retracted the humble study that he had thought at the beginning, the walls of the study were full of gold and splendor, Feng Qingmo stretched out his sleeves to block his eyes, and he couldn't accept so much gold and silver jewelry at once.

This study is more like a vault, the walls are all gold bricks, the bookshelves and wall lamps are also made of gold, and the places that need to be inlaid with gems are almost all inlaid with gems, even the dragon's claws are full of diamonds.

The fist-sized night pearls were stacked in several piles of disgust, and each bookshelf was more or less placed with rare treasures, as well as many magic weapons, and it was priceless to take one of them.

Feng Qingmo chuckled, he finally knew where Long Qiubai's taste came from, it turned out to be an ancestral heirloom.

The last row of bookshelves is the most extravagant, the bookshelves are made of Xuanjing, this is a good material for creating artifacts, and it is really a tyrannical thing.

This bookshelf is different from the others, there is not a single book on it, only a locked box, Feng Qingmo compared the key and gently opened the box.

The box was full of trivial items, and it was also very strange, such as a stone dragon with a broken leg, a hosta forged from low-grade jade, and other worthless things.

One by one, they were carefully placed in the space of the bookshelf, exactly fourteen pieces, and there was only one scroll of pictures left at the bottom of the box, and a piece of blood jade.

Carefully open the scroll, the scroll is a family portrait, everyone has a smile on their faces, the old dragon king sat in the middle, he was still very young at that time, with three children in his arms, his face was round, and his face was full of innocent smiles.

The one in the middle is Feng Qingmo's father, and the mark on his forehead can make him sure that his father has lived in Beihai.

Feng Qingmo carefully rubbed the child who looked a little like himself in the picture scroll, and smiled, his father should have been very happy at that time, everyone on the picture scroll smiled very happily.

That piece of jade, Feng Qingmo picked up the piece of jade with a peace buckle, the blood on it had been integrated into the jade all over the world, and the warmth in his clenched hand came, and the mark on his forehead also reacted.

He remembered some clips from his childhood, where his father sat at the head of his bed before he went on the expedition, gently stroking his head, and his mother came in and snuggled up to his father.

My father said, "I want to go to Ling'an Cave to ask for a peace stone for Mo'er, so that he can be safe for the rest of his life." ”

He couldn't help pretending to be asleep, "Then my father should also remember to ask for a piece for himself." ”

Feng Qingmo smiled, with a look of loneliness on his face, and when he was about to put the jade and scroll back into the box, he saw the conch in the corner of the box.

Transsonic conch, a conch that can record sound. After the bottom of the conch was touched, an old and energetic voice came, it was the voice of the old dragon king.

His voice was not hurried, his words were clear, Feng Qingmo knew his father's life in the conch of sound, and the old dragon king affectionately called him You'er.

Feng Youzi lived in the Dragon Palace for a period of time when he was young, and the old dragon king and his father can be said to be enemies who do not know each other, but they are particularly happy with this smart and clever child, which provokes their own children to call them eccentric.

The reason for being eccentric is also very simple, handsome, witty and intelligent, with a sweet mouth, and the most important thing is that he is very well-behaved in front of the old dragon king, in fact, he is the child king in front of other children.

I can't remember when it was, it's been a long time, the ancient gods and demons have been reborn, the gods have gathered in Xianling Town, You'er and He'er (the eldest son of the Dragon King) went to Xianling City together, all the gods involved in that battle will all die, He'er was carried back, and when he saw me, he only said one word, father, I swallowed my breath when I came back.

The old dragon king's voice paused slightly, and there was more old and choked in his voice, and he continued to tell the events of the year.

No one knows the victory or defeat of that battle, and the prince has never appeared for so many years, and the peace buckle is what You'er asked for you in the Lingxian Cave, and it was too late to send you, and it was hundreds of years after my release, and after that war, the Six Realms were even more chaotic, and the war, crusade, and crying all over the entire Six Realms.

The current situation is just a façade, there will be a battle in the Six Realms in the future, Mo'er, you have to stay away from Qingrong, there will always be disputes where there is her.

Feng Qingmo couldn't remember his father's voice, he and his mother lived a very difficult life, and it was the most normal thing to be calculated, poisoned, slandered, and looked down upon.

Since then, the demon world has been even more turbulent, with wars and turmoil, internal and external troubles, and the unified demon world has been divided into three parts, and his expectations are higher than anyone else's.

Countless times of life and death made him feel that stepping on the edge of the cliff was a normal thing, and the conquest was a matter of life and death, and there was no mercy at all, and there was no peace and prosperity at that time.

Feelings are also the most superfluous, and the ones who can hurt you are the people you trust.

The conch of sound transmission in Feng Qingmo's palm disappeared, and he put away the peace buckle, and the peace buckle with blood still exuded a warm feeling.

It's gone, life always has to look forward, there is no turning back, maybe the good thing about not looking back is that everyone knows this clearly, so they don't wait where they are.