The villain has a red gauze skirt [Transmigration Book]

Yunling Mountain, Jingxin Building.

Originally, Jingxin Building was not called Jingxin Building, but Suomo Tower. Like the dungeon in Misty Mountain, it was used to imprison demon cultivators. All the barriers were set up to prevent prisoners from escaping. It is said to be the harshest prison in the entire cultivation world. Not too much.However, after Zheng Jifeng became the head of Yunling Mountain, the Demon Locking Tower has undergone a large-scale renovation. It was transformed into a confinement room, and the name of the locker tower became the meditation building.

In Zheng Jifeng's view, the way of magic and the way of immortality are not completely contradictory opposites, and the demons of the heart are not impossible to be suppressed by one's own efforts. Even the demon cultivators of the demon race have good thoughts in their hearts. will not become a hazard.

His theory was opposed by many people in the cultivation world, and some people even clamored to tear down the Jingxin Building, because demons are demons, and evil wolves can never become little white rabbits.But Zheng Jifeng, although his personality is docile on weekdays, he is stronger than anyone else when he encounters a problem of principle. He insisted on resisting the overwhelming pressure of public opinion, and brought down the Jingxin Building. Gradually, no one mentioned it anymore. This matter, the Locking Tower, has completely become a place for meditation.

But now, Qiu Muzhe was sitting by the window on the top floor of the Jingxin Building, full of gratitude to Zheng Jifeng in his heart.

The layout of this forbidden room should not be too strong!

The tables and chairs are all made of very high-grade rosewood. The incense burner is lit with very pleasant incense. The bookshelves are full of neat books, and the desks are fully equipped with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. This is not a confinement room, it is clearly The study of the head of the Yunling Mountain School!

The land outside is tight and the housing price is high, so Qiu Muzhe can live here for the rest of his life, so he is willing too!Looking out of the window, you can see the blue sky, high mountains and green hills, and you can see a clear lake. It's like a lake view room.

He had enjoyed enough of the scenery outside, and was finally willing to turn his gaze back.

Liu Ye was snoring loudly on the bed, and Zhou Lan was sitting cross-legged in the corner to adjust her breath.Just now Zhou Lan explained to Qiu Muzhe how to control and use the magic energy, like a walking cheat book for cultivating magic.Qiu Muzhe has been very quick at things since elementary school, and he is very good at drawing inferences from one instance to integrate them. In addition, the barriers and fragrances in the Jingxin Building are indeed very effective in soothing the mind and regulating the breath. Changes in magic energy.

Bored, he went to the bookshelf to flip through the books. After reading several books, he lacked interest. Just when he was about to read the last one, the hand that flipped the pages stopped.Because this book in my hand has been written by someone, it is not written in a proper manner, it is full of wavy lines, slashes, and circles like ghosts, it can be seen that this person was forced to read it out of desperation Book.Qiu Muzhe continued to turn back, and there were many blank spaces on the pages where there were still portraits of people drawn. There were only a few strokes, which seemed to be drawn casually to pass the time.Because the painting is not good, Qiu Muzhe can only roughly see that it is a person, as for who it is, he doesn't know it at all.

He stuffed the book back on the shelf, and Zhou Lan opened his eyes at this moment, Qiu Muzhe said, "I'm curious, why is there blood all over your clothes, only your left arm is free of blood?"

Zhou Lan said: "You really hope that my left arm is also injured?"

Qiu Muzhe: "Then how can it be, I just asked casually out of curiosity."

Zhou Lan seemed to have little interest in this question. He walked to the table and sat down, then took out a blood-stained storage bag from his arms, opened the spirit bag, and inside was a bloody green object with at least three or four fists so big.

Qiu Muzhe: "..."

So Zhou Fengzhu, are you such a heavy taster?

Zhou Lan glanced at him: "What's your expression?"

Qiu Muzhe: "Are you...are you going to steam this piece of meat or braise it?"

Zhou Lan: "..." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying to hold back something, "This is not meat, but the eyes of the moon-thirsty python."

Damn!Qiu Muzhe rolled over from the window sill and rushed to the table like a whirlwind.

"You, you, when did you gouge out the eyes of the moon-thirsty swallowing python!"

"Look for a chance." Zhou Lan wiped away the blood from the eyes of the Moon-thirsty Swallowing Python with his sleeve, and then tore off the white paste-like thing attached behind it, not caring about the dirt on his hands.

"Ever heard of thousand prisms?"

Qiu Muzhe nodded.

He has not only heard of it, he has seen it with his own eyes!Thinking of the fear dominated by his various death conditions reflected by the thousand prisms at that time, Qiu Muzhe still had lingering fears in his heart.

Zhou Lan said: "Thousand prisms are made from the eyes of the moon-thirsty python."

Qiu Muzhe: "...???!!!"

"Of course it's not this moon-thirsty sky-swallowing python." Zhou Lan explained, "It is said that the patriarch of the Demon Cult fought the first generation of moon-thirsty sky-swallowing pythons for three days in darkness. A thousand prisms. The Moon-thirsty Swallowing Python clan has almost been exterminated, and there are only a few left, and even today, there are only a handful of them. The one you killed is likely to be the last one."

Qiu Muzhe: I'm sorry, a single carelessness caused the species to become extinct, but...he remembered the sky-swallowing python that appeared in Chu's house in his dream, is it still alive?

Zhou Lan continued: "Thousand prisms can reflect a person's inner fear and reflect it on the mirror, and when you look directly into the eyes of the moon-thirsty python, it can peek into your deepest memory and greed, hatred, and love. , and use it to create illusions, fear, stubbornness, and pain, this is the method used by the moon-swallowing python to confuse people's minds." He paused, and said, "You were investigating the old case of Truman before. I heard what Liu Ye said."

Qiu Muzhe: "..."

He kept in touch with Liu Ye during the investigation with Chu Xingshen. At that time, it was inconvenient to talk to Chu Xingshen about many problems. He would communicate with Liu Ye because of his respect for Liu Ye. Trust me, I didn't expect Liu Ye to turn around and tell Zhou Lan everything he said.

"Yes." Qiu Muzhe said, "But does it have anything to do with this thing?" He raised his chin towards the green eyes.

Zhou Lan said: "A month ago, Yingxun found the Moon-thirsty Swallowing Heaven Python."

Qiu Muzhe's heart skipped a beat: "Yingxun?"

Zhou Lan nodded: "I heard that he has been looking for the moon-swallowing python for many years, and finally tracked down the whereabouts of the moon-swallowing python one month ago."

"What is he doing with the Moon-thirsty Swallowing Python?"

"No one knows. He never said why he gave the order. The people under him just need to follow it. Talking too much will only lead to a miserable death. But I guess, it should be for the inner alchemy who is addicted to the moon and swallows the python. Otherwise, what else would there be? But the Moon-thirsty Swallowing Heaven Python is not easy to deal with, and even Yingxun was defeated."

At this point, Qiu Muzhe understood Zhou Lan's meaning: "You mean, the Moon-thirsty Swallowing Python used its usual tricks to deal with Yingxun, so it spied on Yingxun's memory?"

Zhou Lan said, "I can try."

Qiu Muzhe's excited voice was a little unsteady: "Okay, try it."

He was really excited, even more excited than when he was beating the Moon Swallowing Python.The clues related to Yingxun, Zheng Jifeng, and Trumen have been held in his hands for a long time like scattered pearls, and now there is only one thread missing to string all these pearls together, and this most crucial one The thread is on Yingxun.

However, Qiu Muzhe couldn't help being a little worried. There is no shadow of Yingxun in the memory that Zheng Jifeng is willing to preserve. What if Yingxun's deepest memory does not have a past with Zheng Jifeng?

Forget it, let's read it first.

Zhou Lan drew an extremely complex pattern on the table with a blood-stained pen, formed several equally complex barriers, and placed the big green eyes of the moon-thirsty python in between.

Soon, grotesque phantoms began to appear in the eyes, like a green mirror.Then, Qiu Muzhe saw himself——

!!!

"You don't need to look at this one." Qiu Mu stood up in a shy manner, and even the bench was turned over.He covered the "green mirror" with his hand, and smiled at Zhou Lan, "We'll wait until the shadow is found."

Zhou Lan glanced at him inexplicably, as if to say, what shameful memories do you have!

"Cover your ears too!"

Zhou Lan looked a little angry, but under Qiu Muzhe's lust (...), she still raised her hand.

"Almost done." After waiting for a while, Zhou Lan waved his hands impatiently, "Do you think others are so interested in your memory?"

"........."

Just as Qiu Muzhe put down his hand, there was a sound outside the door. He quickly put the storage bag on his eyes, and then sat down at the table.

The one who came in was a disciple of the Yunling Mountain Sect. As soon as he entered, his eyes caught Qiu Muzhe and Zhou Lan sharply, but he said calmly: "The master ordered me to change the incense burner."

He replaced the original incense burner, fiddled with it for a while before leaving, and took another look at Qiu Muzhe before leaving.

After the door was closed again, Qiu Muzhe asked, "Do you feel that the person just now has a feeling of deja vu?"

Zhou Lan said: "No."

Qiu Muzhe: "Then why does he keep looking at me!"

Zhou Lan: "..."

Qiu Muzhe asked himself and answered, "Well, maybe I'm too famous."

Zhou Lan: "...Can you do business?"

Qiu Muzhe took off the storage bag again, and at this moment, a familiar figure happened to be reflected in the big eyes of the moon-swallowing python-Zheng Jifeng!

At that time, white cherry blossoms were flying, and it was snowing in the middle of winter.

At the corner of the alley, on the cold steps covered with white snow, there were more than a dozen beggars lying crookedly, ranging from seven to eighty years old to seven or eight years old.Their bodies were frozen stiff, their hands and faces were red and swollen, and they were even so tattered that they were about to ooze pus.

Several men in white cloaks and azure robes pushed a cart over. There were food, drink, and quilt coats on the cart.

"Everyone line up, don't squeeze, there is a share of people."

There were three people distributing relief items in front, and there were two men standing at the end, one of them teased: "Jifeng, your intentions are good, but there are so many beggars in the world, can you take care of them?"

Zheng Jifeng smiled and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it for the rest of my life, but I can help if I can."

After distributing the things, several people were about to leave when suddenly Zheng Jifeng felt his clothes being grabbed by someone. He turned around and looked down, seeing a little beggar with a dirty face.

The little beggar was not even close to his waist, and he raised his head and called out: "Master."

Zheng Jifeng chuckled: "I'm not some kind of master."

The little beggar asked, "Then what are you?"

The man next to him said: "He is nothing, his name is Zheng Jifeng, the Ji of the snow and the first clear, the wind of chasing the wind and chasing the shadow."

Obediently, Qiu Muzhe said in his heart, your name introduction matches my Qiu Siluo's.

Zheng Jifeng smiled helplessly: "Brother Yin, don't say my name so complicated, how can children understand it?"

The little beggar said: "Master Zheng, can you take me away?"

Yin Ze said: "Jifeng, you can't take people back to Yunling Mountain indiscriminately, you are not qualified to accept apprentices yet, if the head finds out, you will be punished."

Zheng Jifeng nodded, touched the little beggar's head, and said with a smile: "I will come to see you again."

Seeing that the two had left, the little beggar turned around silently. Seeing a few stones in the corner, he walked straight over.

He was picking and picking among the stones, Qiu Muzhe thought he was going to find a flat stone to sit on, but he picked out a stone with the most prominent edges and corners, and smashed it down on his arm without hesitation!

Blood splashed all over the ground immediately, Qiu Muzhe was startled, and even Zhou Lan couldn't help shouting: "This kid!"

The little beggar took a shortcut and bumped out from the corner when he saw Zheng Jifeng and Yin Ze.

"What's wrong? Who is this!"

"It's you!" Zheng Jifeng lifted up the little beggar in surprise, and widened his eyes when he saw his bloody arm, "Why do you..."

"Master, can you help me? I really can't survive here, they always bully me and beat me." The little beggar said tremblingly, "I can do anything, chop firewood and buy vegetables I can make a fire and cook, I know everything! Can I be your current person? Please take me away!"

Zheng Jifeng immediately used the elixir to stop his bleeding, but was held down by the little beggar. He cried and said: "Master, if you don't take me away, don't save me. Anyway, if I stay here, I will die sooner or later."

Now, even Yin Ze couldn't say anything.

Zheng Jifeng's lips trembled. After hesitating for a long time, he brushed off the snowflakes on his head with pity, and said softly: "My good boy, I don't need you to be my current person. You can be my apprentice."

The deja vu conversation made Qiu Muzhe's scalp tingle for a while, and his heart softened for a moment to accept the photo and find a disciple. This must be the decision Zheng Jifeng regretted most in his life.