Chapter 146: Miss Cang is Just My Friend
The two arrived at a crossroads, and Qin Feng pointed to the Listen To Rain Pavilion, saying, “Usually, besides practicing medicine at the Bao Yi Hall, I also go there to read.
Don’t be fooled by the appearance of the Listen To Rain Pavilion, which seems to have only three floors.
It’s actually a treasure.
Inside, it has a height of nine floors, with an astonishing number of books. Even though I’ve been reading there for about two months, I’ve only reached the fourth floor.”
Liu Jianli nodded slightly, “The treasures containing the essence of heaven and earth are not ordinary. How can there be such treasures in Jinyang City?”
“I don’t know the specifics, but the Listen To Rain Pavilion has always been guarded by that old man.
When we go in, try not to talk too much; that old man has a sharp tongue, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.” Qin Feng warned in a low voice.
As they approached, Qin Feng respectfully said, “Senior Bai Li.”
The old man, Bai Li, glanced at him and sneered, “Why don’t you call me old fogey?”
Qin Feng widened his eyes at his words.
“Is my tongue really that sharp?” the old man asked again.
Qin Feng was suddenly frightened with cold sweat.
What a joke! On a street, separated by more than ten yards, how could this old man hear him? Is he a high-level warrior?
“Senior.” Qin Feng awkwardly smiled. Since the other party heard it, what else could he do but repeatedly apologize?
Fortunately, although this old man had a sharp tongue, he wasn’t narrow-minded. If it were Lord Zhou Kai of the Qiyuan City Demon Slayer’s Department, he might not escape with just a scolding.
After scolding Qin Feng thoroughly, the old man eased his anger. He looked at Liu Jianli beside him and nodded, “Not bad, just one step away from the Sword God.”
The fifth level of Sword Intent, the peak of the Fourth Rank in Divine Martial Arts.
As long as Liu Jianli breaks through to the third relam, then she will be the real Sword God!
The old man took out a wine jug from his arms, took a sip, and added, “There’s no rush; good wine needs time to age.”
As he spoke, wrinkles piled up on his face, and his eyes were full of smiles.
Qin Feng, hearing this, felt puzzled. At this moment, a pair of long legs walked out from the Listen To Rain Pavilion, and a graceful woman appeared – it was Cang Feilan, whom he had been thinking about!
“Miss Cang, it’s been a long time. Where have you been these days?” Qin Feng asked excitedly.
But as soon as he asked, he regretted it, glancing nervously at the reaction of the beauty beside him, secretly relieved when he saw her calm expression.
“I went back for some matters.” Cang Feilan replied indifferently, then looked at Liu Jianli.
Their eyes met in the air, with an indescribable meaning in their gazes.
“Who is this?” Both asked at the same time, their expressions calm.
Qin Feng hurriedly introduced, “This is my wife, named Liu Jianli.”
“This is my friend, Cang Feilan, who has saved me several times in times of danger.”
Liu Jianli nodded slightly in greeting.
Cang Feilan used a scrutinizing gaze to sweep up and down, then frowned slightly, a trace of seriousness in her eyes.
The old man lying on the wicker chair enjoyed his wine and the show, quite content.
Why do I feel an immediate sense of a battlefield? No, what am I worrying about? Miss Cang is just my friend.
Qin Feng explained again, “Miss Cang and I both like reading and occasionally run into each other at Listen To Rain Pavilion.”
He emphasized the word “occasionally,” hoping his wife wouldn’t misunderstand.
The way this was put, however, provoked Cang Feilan’s displeasure, ”It can’t be said to be a coincidence. Except for the few days I was absent, every time I come to Listen To Raine Pavilion, I always meet you.”
Ah, Qin Feng’s head shrank.
Liu Jianli cast a light glance, her expression calm.
“Since you’re already at Listen To Rain Pavilion, go in and read. I’ll go back first.” Leaving behind these words, Liu Jianli tiptoed onto the beam. In just a few moments, she disappeared from their sight.
Qin Feng opened his mouth, feeling dry.
If he had known that Miss Cang was coming back today, he wouldn’t have brought his wife to the Listen To Rain Pavilion. Qin Feng regretted it deeply.
Inside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng memorized books on the fourth floor. With so much happening recently, his cultivation had slackened a bit, and he needed to catch up.
While reading, a fragrance suddenly reached his nose.
Qin Feng turned to look and saw the elegant Cang Feilan standing beside him with her arms crossed.
“Miss Cang, is there something?” Qin Feng curiously asked.
Generally, when the two were in The Listen To Rain Pavilion, they were both busy. They would only chat a bit when leaving to read books.
But today, Miss Cang seemed a bit unusual?
Cang Feilan quietly looked at him, and the outline of her lips under the black scarf moved slightly. “You and your wife…”
Midway through her sentence, Cang Feilan’s ears turned slightly red, and she shook her head, “Nothing. During the days I was away, did anything happen in Jinyang City?”
“Nothing specific, just the weather being abnormal. It often rains, and sometimes the weather is unbearably hot.” Qin Feng complained.
At this moment, he noticed that Miss Cang, when hearing about the rain, frowned tightly as if she remembered something unpleasant.
“What’s wrong?” Qin Feng asked with concern.
“I don’t like this rain.” Cang Feilan replied lightly, her eyes complicated.
In the Lord’s Mansion of Jinyang City, it was silent, and even the rustling of the wind through the leaves sounded particularly harsh.
In the dim hall, Ye Luoting sat slumped on the ground with his pants wet on the crotch area.
Not far in front of him, his father, with one hand, had strangled a servant’s neck.
The flesh and blood on the servant’s body were cleaned up in the blink of an eye, turned into a piece of human skin.
‘”Dad, no, you’re not my dad. Who are you really?” Ye Luoting asked with a trembling voice.
“Ye Heng” turned his face, his eyes pitch-black, and his facial skin began to split, revealing a ghostly face.
“Qian Gui!” Ye Luoting was extremely shocked.
“Want to see your father? Then I’ll take you to see him.” Qian Gui slowly approached Ye Luoting.
After a moment, a human skin appeared on the floor of the hall.
The stone floor wriggled, and a withered hand reached out, holding a Ghost Buddha statue.
The three heads of the Ghost Buddha swayed, six arms opened, and then the mouth spoke human words: “Almost ready.”
“When should we take action?” Qian Gui asked.
“Three days later!
Dao Fu and Lei Ba have already arrived in Jinyang City. It depends on them to destroy the seal in the city.
As for the others, they will appear on the day of action.
We must get that thing before the Huarong Road in the Southern Territory is excavated outside Jinyang City!” The three-headed Ghost Buddha stared with six eyes.
“I understand, but who will deal with that old guy at the entrance of the Listen to Rain Pavilion?”
The Ghost Buddha grinned: “I have my own way; leave that old guy to me.
I will leave the rest to you; there shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“Okay.”
“That’s good. If we successfully get that thing, The Great Qian and the Demon Slayer Department will have their hands full, and we can better implement the plan.” The three-heads of Ghost Buddha transformed into a smiling face.
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