[Rebirth] The Evil Never Suppresses the Righteous

Mo Ruoxie squinted at the city below her as the wind was blowing bitterly on the lofty mountain.In the past few days, Zimiao City began to restrict practitioners from going out of the city. Although everyone complained, Zimiao City gave some compensation.Zimiao City has always been rich and powerful, even if it is compensation, it is something that ordinary people rarely see, so fewer people leave the city.

Zhou Xi left a letter and went back to Qingfeng School, while Suhan left the inn and went to Xiangxuan Academy.Meng Chuliu needed manpower to send those children, so Suhan simply went to help, just now Meng Chuliu didn't have spiritual power and Suhan could help take care of them.

"Those children were sent to a small town not far from Zimiao City by me." Meng Chuliu showed a smile for the first time in these days, "There are still two days before the opening of the formation, is the fairy still not leaving?" ?”

Su Han shook his head.

"Young Master Twenty hasn't come back yet, I hope he's gone out of the city." Meng Chuliu sighed and then looked at Su Han, "I owe you a lot of favors to Young Master Twenty...and I'll trouble the immortal master to thank him for me in the future. "

Su Han heard the words and said calmly, "You will tell him personally in the future."

Meng Chuliu shook his head with a smile, then turned around and walked towards the academy, "I'll pack up the children's things, and the fairy master will have a good rest." Su Han turned his face and was about to say something, but his eyelids twitched, and he got up and looked at Zi Fang Suhan outside Miao City silently crushed the communication talisman in his hand.

City Lord's Mansion

"Excuse me, is the city lord at the mansion?" Meng Chuliu held a few books in his arms and looked at Bai Fu with a smile in his arms, "Boss Bai, please stay safe."

"Mr. Meng, you are safe here." Bai Fu cupped his hands and said, "I don't know why you are here, sir?"

"The city lord mentioned a few ancient books to me before, and I just found them recently and sent them here." Meng Chuliu asked Bai Fu to look at the books in his hand. "By the way, I have some private matters to discuss with the city lord."

"That's really a coincidence, the city lord just left the city this morning." Bai Fu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the mansion today."

"When will he be back?"

"It's... hard to say." Bai Fu wondered, "It depends on the intention of the city lord."

"If that's the case... How about it, Manager Bai, can I leave a letter in the city lord's study?" Meng Chuliu smiled and said, "The storage methods of these ancient books, and some things are not convenient for the manager. Feng, don’t bother the manager.”

"Where is the matter, sir, the city lord said that the gate of the city lord's mansion is open to you at any time." Bai Fu bowed and said, "Sir is also familiar with the city lord's mansion, so I won't follow you... Sir, can you have dinner in the mansion after finishing your business? "

"No, there are still children in the academy, I have to go back to accompany them." Meng Chuliu turned around and walked slowly towards the mansion, looking back at Bai Fu, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Meng Chuliu's mouth, "The city lord also loves children very much , I even snatched sweets from Yuanyuan before... It's a pity that Yuanyuan has been adopted by a kind-hearted family."

Bai Fu frowned deeply when he heard the words, but when he looked again, Meng Chuliu's figure had already gone away.

The City Lord's Mansion...Meng Chuliu has not been here since Qin Que became the City Lord. Even if he had important matters, he only stayed in the front hall and never went to the mansion. Now that he stepped into this familiar and unfamiliar place again, Meng Chuliu was inevitably a little dazed .

There are still patches of peonies in the garden of the city lord's mansion. Meng Chuliu remembered that because Qin Feng loved peonies very much, the old city lord ordered his men to plant all kinds of peonies in the garden.One summer, Qin Que came back from playing wildly and picked a few peonies, but Qin Feng quarreled with Qin Que after he found out.

Meng Chuliu frowned slightly looking at the peonies all over the garden. In his memory, Qin Que didn't like these flowers, especially peonies.Could it be that his hobbies have changed after becoming the city lord?Shaking his head slightly puzzled, Meng Chuliu walked to the study not far away, looked up at the patterns carved on the wooden door, Meng Chuliu stretched out his hand and gently opened the door in front of him.

The layout of the study is still the same as when Meng Chuliu was giving lectures a few years ago. There is still a faint fragrance from the hollow incense burner in the corner, and there are still a few koi in the round tank in the study.After sizing it up, Meng Chuliu walked slowly to the desk, took out a piece of rice paper from the side, and Meng Chuliu reached for the pen and ink.

On the desk was a piece of rice paper pressed by a paperweight, on which was a half-written poem.Meng Chuliu carefully discovered that this poem was Qin Feng's favorite one back then, and Qin Feng wrote it several times when there was nothing to do.Looking at the familiar handwriting and skillful strokes on the paper, Meng Chuliu's eye circles were slightly red, if Qin Feng was still there...

His body froze suddenly, Meng Chuliu reached out and picked up the unfinished poem, put it in front of his eyes and read it carefully again.That's right, this handwriting is Qin Feng's. Meng Chuliu has taught Qin Feng for several years, and he has already remembered his handwriting by heart. Qin Feng likes regular script and Qin Que likes cursive script. Qin Que's temper makes him unable to calm down at all. Come to finish copying a neat regular script.And...Meng Chuliu raised his right hand and imitated the feeling of writing this poem on the paper. After a while, Meng Chuliu looked at the paper in front of him with a pale face...this was written with his left hand, Qin Que always They all use their right hands, only Qin Feng has been practicing calligraphy with his left hand since he was a child.

Meng Chuliu stared blankly at the handwriting in front of him, and in the end he didn't know how he got to the City Lord's Mansion.After returning to Xiangxuan Academy, Suhan was not there. Meng Chuliu saw a storage bag placed by Suhan on the indoor table, and there was a letter under it.

Suhan left because he had something to do beforehand, so he left some spirit stones and some pills for Meng Chuliu in his storage bag.Meng Chuliu put down the letter in his hand, sat quietly for a while, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, which was the elixir that Suhan gave him before to restore spiritual power.

Meng Chuliu thought about it before, and after sending the children away, she would find a way to get out of the city, and never set foot in Zimiao City again.But now, he looked at the jade-white pill in his palm and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Qin Feng was hundreds of miles away from Zimiao City, and the heavy purple robe on his body was trembling in the wind.Qin Feng stared gloomyly not far away, where a huge sedan was parked.

Dozens of high-profile maids stood in front of the sedan chair with their heads down. Under the layers of plain white curtains, one could vaguely see a graceful figure inside. The surrounding wind was strong, but the white gauze hanging in front of the sedan chair remained motionless. .

After a while, the wind around suddenly stopped with a soft smile.Qin Feng raised his hand and casually wiped away a bloodstain on his cheek, then straightened his robe and walked towards the sedan chair.

The white gauze in front of the sedan chair naturally made way for him, Qin Feng frowned more and more as he walked in, his handsome face was full of impatience and disgust.

The white gauze behind Qin Feng gradually closed after stepping into the sedan chair. The sedan chair was very large, and the first thing that caught the eye was a tall screen carved with jasper.Qin Feng glanced at it and knew that it must be of great value, surrounded by a greasy warm fragrance, Qin Feng suppressed the irritability in his heart and walked around the screen, behind the screen was a soft couch, a woman with bare feet A stunning woman in a light-colored robe was reclining on a soft couch.

After seeing Qin Feng, the woman looked over with a pair of beautiful eyes and a smile, her well-shaped lips were not painted with red, and her face was also white and smooth.Just sitting there is like a confusing picture.

"Why did Fairy Hanyu come to Zimiao City so soon?" Qin Feng found a chair beside him and sat down directly, "Why is there such a hurry?"

Fairy Hanyu covered her lips with a chuckle before slowly opening her mouth, "I haven't seen you for so many years, Qin Que, you have changed a lot."

Qin Feng didn't speak.

"I promised to help you get rid of Qin Feng at the beginning, and you help me manage Zimiao City and raise the magic weapon by the way, why? You don't want to now?" Fairy Hanyu still smiled, but Qin Feng was fierce. He turned his body, and with a loud noise, the jade screen standing at the door collapsed instantly.

Qin Feng stood up and said coldly, "How could it be? Could it be that the fairy doesn't know that the magic weapon will be activated in two days? This is done according to your order."

Fairy Hanyu squinted her beautiful eyes and looked at Qin Feng. After a while, she smiled and said, "That's really hard work. How can I thank you?"

"It doesn't matter." Qin Feng seemed to be unable to stay any longer, got up and walked out with a flick of his sleeves, and finally said lightly, "You put the magic weapon in the city lord's mansion before, so don't mobilize the crowd at this time."

"Of course I understand that. I'm not stupid enough to let everyone know...I'm going to rely on it to suppress the demonic energy." Fairy Hanyu yawned lazily and fell on the soft couch, while Qin Feng was the one with the head. He left without returning.

It was late at night when we returned to the City Lord's Mansion, so Qin Feng walked around Xiangxuan Academy as usual.The academy was silent at this time, Qin Feng stood outside the door for a moment and felt something was wrong.Usually, no matter how late, there would be some movement in the academy due to the presence of children, but in any case, it would not be as dead silent as it is now.

After staying for a while, Qin Feng finally jumped into the academy lightly from the wall, and came to Meng Chuliu Changdai's study room as he knew the way.The door of the study was gently pushed open, but there was no one inside.The teapot was still cleaned and put aside, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly placed on the table, and the children's toys were piled up in the corner of the room. Everything was the same as before.

After leaving the study, Qin Feng turned to the backyard, where there was also silence.There was no whispering of children, no sound of playing, and no sound of Meng Chuliu's gentle comforting sound that sounded like reproach, everything was gone.

The entire Xiangxuan Academy was dead silent at the moment, Qin Feng stood there for a long time before walking slowly towards the City Lord's Mansion, secretly wondering if the bookworm had left the city?

The City Lord's Mansion is still magnificent and magnificent, but Qin Feng just feels infinitely exhausted physically and mentally.After a brief cleaning, Qin Feng went directly to the study room. After pushing open the door, Qin Feng couldn't help but frown. He walked quickly to the desk and saw two old books on it, which he accidentally mentioned a long time ago. At that time, Qin Que seemed to have mentioned the few books he had read, and Meng Chuliu seemed to be smiling and said, "It's rare that you can like something, so these few books will be placed in my place first."

After that, it passed like that.

What Qin Feng didn't say was that he wanted these books at the time because there were some poems in them that he liked very much, but in the end he had recited the poems and there was no need to ask for them again.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng turned his head to look at the half-written poem on the table. He didn't have time to clean it up in the morning because he was in a hurry, but now when he looked again, it was gone.

The study was searched over and over several times, and after confirming that the poem was indeed not in the study, Qin Feng's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, he pushed open the door and was about to go out, when Bai Fu happened to be walking towards this side.

Qin Feng swept over coldly and asked in a cold voice, "Did Meng Chuliu come to the study?"

Bai Fu froze for a moment, then nodded.

"What did he come for? Also, what did he bring with him when he left?" Qin Feng's expression was gloomy, and Bai Fu couldn't help trembling with his substantial anger.

"Back to the city lord, Mr. Meng said that he came to deliver books to the city lord." Bai Fu glanced at the book in Qin Feng's hand and said, "Mr. seemed to be holding a piece of paper in his arms when he left, but his subordinates didn't see it clearly..."

"Trash!" Qin Feng said angrily, "Immediately block the gates of the city, and make a list of all those who left the city today, especially those with children. Also, search for Meng Chuliu throughout the city, and lock him in Xiangxuanyuan immediately after finding it. "

"Yes, yes." Bai Fu responded repeatedly, and then quickly turned around and left the City Lord's Mansion.

Qin Feng took a few breaths, then picked up the ancient book in his hand and flipped through it silently, the rough pages slipped slightly between his fingers, and the faint sense of familiarity in his memory seemed to gradually come back.

Fingers resting on a certain page, Qin Feng stared at the poem in front of him and couldn't help reading out, "The Qiongyan banquet in the tall building blows the sheng gently... At the beginning of the eternal night, the willows and boats are horizontal, where the wind is not fragrant..." The candlelight was blocked A gust of wind gently blew it out, and after a while, only a sigh echoed in the darkness.

...