Qingyun Building has a total of nine floors, but there are only six floors where books are placed, the seventh floor is Qi Xianguan, and the eighth and ninth floors are rarely known for what purpose.

The middle-aged man led the young man to the staircase on the seventh floor and no longer sent him off, only said to the young man how to break upstairs and knew it, and then respectfully retreated.

The sixth layer is filled with some broken and old books, and most of them are written in ancient Chinese, and there are very few people who can recognize them now, so there are very few people on the sixth floor.

The young man was very calm, and was not in a hurry to go upstairs, so he turned around in the sea of books a few times, rummaged through the shelves, and hugged a thick pile of books.

Then, he hid in a corner and flipped up.

It's a real flipbook.

The sound of flipping books was not loud, but it was very clear, which attracted the two young men and an old gentleman who were looking for books on the sixth floor to look at them in surprise.

You must know that the books here are rare and unique books outside, although they are incomplete, they are also priceless, and they are cautious every time they turn the page, how can anyone dare to turn it like this.

Then, when they saw that it was a half-grown teenager, they were stunned.

You must know that Qingyunlou is not open to all students, not only does it need to be able to convince the public academically, but it also needs to be jointly recommended by more than three masters and children, and the dean personally approves it, but such a guy...... When did there become such a strange thing among the freshmen of the academy?

The boy was obviously very energetic, not noticing the distant gaze of the three of them, and it didn't take long for one to finish and turn another.

The three of them were even more stunned, and then looked at each other.

Could it be that this young man is planning to finish all the books that are so thick? But what is the point?

However, if they don't understand, they don't understand, and the three of them didn't mean to come forward to ask, and soon began to work separately.

The weirdos in Qingyun Academy don't know how many, although they are curious, they won't bother others because of this, they are all the pride of the sky, and they will inevitably have intersections in the future, wouldn't it be foolish if they were offended like this?

When the boy looked up again, the old gentleman and a young man had already found what they were looking for, and went downstairs, and there was only a woman with a somewhat wooden face left upstairs, probably looking for the book he was looking for in the middle of the night, so he looked a little annoyed.

The boy hesitated, and then said, "You can come here and find it." ”

The woman was stunned, but her expression was not obvious, and she ran quickly to the young man, looked for a moment in a pile of books, and showed a smile on her face, "I found it." ”

The boy was a little embarrassed and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

He has been accustomed to hugging and hugging a bunch of books since he reads, after all, no one in the huge library before was robbed of him, but now he didn't expect it to be so coincidental.

"It's fine. The woman looked up and smiled, "What are you looking for, senior sister can help you find it." ”

"Thanks, but I've found it. The boy waved his hand, bowed his head and began to clean up the books that had been messed up by the woman.

The woman sighed, bowed her head to help the young man clean up, and asked casually, ""Dayin", "Jianghu Fengyunlu", "Three Kingdoms", junior brother, why are you interested in these old yellow calendars hundreds of years ago?"

"Something confirmed. The boy took the books from the woman's hand, took them in his arms, and went to the shelf.

The woman frowned puzzled, thought about it, and still didn't understand, so she shook her head and turned to leave.

The boy put all the books back in their place, yawned, and went up the stairs.

I wanted to brew sleepiness and talk about it tomorrow, but I didn't want to sleep too much today, and the more I read, the more I read, the more energetic I became, and now I don't want to sleep at all.

At the end of the staircase was a wooden door, the door was red, and two words were written on it, but it was not Qi Xian, but Question.

Pushing open the door, the most unreasonable scene is in front of you.

The blood-red earth, the dark red rock, the glimmer of light that flickers on and off, this is the most eerie floor.

The boy frowned, for some special reason, he was extremely disgusted with red.

But now that he was here, he naturally had no reason to retreat, and only hesitated for a moment before entering the wooden door.

After only a few steps, the wooden door behind him suddenly closed.

The boy frowned again.

Because now looking at the seventh-order white jade steps, they are all red, and these are very disgusting in the young man's heart.

At first, he thought it was all an illusion, but when he entered it, he concluded that it was real.

He didn't know how to do it, but it must have something to do with the formation.

Suppressing the feeling of repulsion in his heart, the boy looked at the tall white jade steps that looked particularly white among the dark red rocks and dirt.

There is nothing else here except this jade step, so strange should be on this jade step, it's just ...... It's like the mountain of bones.

He was a little disgusted again.

Rubbing his head, not thinking about it anymore, the young man jumped up the first white jade step in one step, and then only felt that his body was suddenly empty, there was nothing in front of him, not even a wall, it was a gray chaos.

"It's kind of interesting. The boy steadied himself, looked around, and muttered.

Then, suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, milky.

"Father, what you say is true?"

The young man frowned again, and raised his head suddenly, and in the chaos was an image, and the two people were so familiar.

"Do you really let Feng choose his own people? Make sure that Feng manages it himself, and he can't be transferred away at will, and no one can beat him or scold him except Feng?" the wounded child wondered.

"Yes. The man smiled and nodded.

"Pull the hook. The child held out a pale finger and said childishly.

"Good. Still smiling, the man held out a finger and pressed it against the child's finger.

The boy's brow furrowed.

The image changes, and the child's body is getting better day by day.

In the season when the catkins are flying, the child went out of the majestic city for the first time with an old man with a sixtieth birthday.

The child was very happy, and thought there were many new things, so he dragged the old man around, and then the child met a girl of his age, curled up in the corner, thin, and shivering.

The child looked at the girl, hesitated for a long time, and then looked up and said to the old man, "Master Liu, I chose her." ”

The old man frowned, "Really?"

"Hmm. The child nodded firmly.

Then the old man's brows also stretched, "Okay." ”

But the child was apprehensive, "But what if she doesn't want to? After all, it's me, I don't want to." ”

"Then I don't want to," the old man touched the child's head, "you want to help her, but she doesn't want you to help, so are you wrong?"

The child shook his head.

"You're right, what are you afraid of?" asked the old man gently.

"Oh. The child blinked a little dazedly, and after a few breaths, his eyes were bright and he nodded.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

The process went exceptionally smoothly.

So, the child had his first friend.

He called her Su'er, because the child felt that the catkins would one day encounter the wind and leave by themselves when they had flown enough, and this girl would leave when she could support herself.

He is the wind, she is the floc, these, he can see it, although he may be sad, but the fate of someone else's family, if you force it, you will not be obedient.

The image changes again, and the freeze frame is surrounded by a rock wall lit by fire, and a huge iron cage in which is an adult man with iron ropes on his hands and feet, withered hair, bloodthirsty and indifferent staring at the child huddled in the corner.

The child shouted aggrievedly, "I won't go in, I won't kill anyone, Uncle Liuhuang, you said you won't force my ......"

The man frowned and interrupted coldly, "That girl and this person in the iron cage, choose for yourself, right?"

The child's voice disappeared abruptly, and after a while, he said in a trembling voice, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

The man did not answer, but left a single sentence and turned away.

"If the man is not dead when I return, I will kill him. ”

The child looked at the man with some horror and trembled.

The man didn't turn his head, he didn't look at the child again, and there was no shadow of him after a few breaths.

After a while, the boy picked up his sword and went into the cage.