Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Head?Master!

Qian Yichen stepped back a few steps, almost fell when he stepped on the edge of the stone paving: "Cang Feng?"

How could such a dignified leader be so low-key?It doesn't matter if he looks like a child, what shocked him the most is that Cang Feng is the only person who has been wearing a student uniform and hasn't painted so many fancy things since he entered Fengshui Treasure Land!

"I had an idea this morning that Kongli will bring my guests, so come out and have a look." Cang Feng's white hair was half tied back, and his calm eyes wandered between the two, "It's you , or him?"

According to the setting that appeared in the original work, his dao name is called Tiansuan, which probably means "human calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation". Anyway, since he appeared on the stage, he has made ten hexagrams and ten hexagrams, and he has never made a mistake once.

He Lanjiu stood aside provocatively with folded arms: "Wouldn't you know if you made another guess?"

How many times have I said, don't put on airs when you meet for the first time!Qian Yichen tugged at the corner of his clothes, and bowed his head politely: "I have met Master Cang, what we want to ask is related to the golden orchid on your forehead."

Cang Feng raised his round face to glance at him, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

Qian Yichen was taken aback for a moment, and anxiously gave his real name.

"Then it's him." Cang Feng turned his head to look at He Lanjiu in red, folded the slender fingers of his right hand into a palm, and slapped him mercilessly!

The cloth between Qian Yichen's fingers was suddenly taken away, and a gust of cold wind passed by his side!The moment the brows were frowned, the spirits of the source water plants and trees had surged from all directions.

He Lanjiu jumped back briskly, and the figure standing on the roof of the disciple's house was like a cluster of jumping flames, and the scarlet demon pattern spread to his chest in an instant: "Old guy, do you want to fight? With your size, I'm afraid I'll accidentally trample you to death .”

Cang Feng just smiled and didn't answer, but with inexplicable nostalgia in his eyes, he rushed over again.The sun was shining brightly in the sky, although there was no temperature at all, it made the orchid between his eyebrows shine brightly.

But Tian Suan Cang Feng had no plans to spare, the level of fighting was very average, and after a few moves, there was an obvious decline. When he was about to be injured by He Lanjiu, he withdrew from the battle and stood beside Qian Yichen very wisely.

"He attacked me first." He Lanjiu stopped breathing steadily not far away, and tried to withdraw the lines on the side face several times, but it was still very obvious.

Qian Yichen remembered that this kind of situation had happened before, he was disturbed by the surging evil energy and could not suppress his strength, so he would always maintain a demonized appearance.

However, the vicinity is within the range of Linggu for more than ten miles, and it is not so easy to find a safe place.

Qian Yichen inspected around, and found that the disciples of Fengshui Treasure Land came out from nowhere, and stared at this side with covetous eyes.

"People from the Helan family..." Cang Feng smiled and interrupted the sudden tense situation, his voice was mature in contrast to his appearance, "It should be like this. If you want to know something, come with me."

He Lanjiu stood still, but beckoned to Qian Yichen: "Come here."

"This is someone else's territory, it's useless for you to be careful." Qian Yichen only kept a little distance, and boldly followed the sky.

He didn't say anything else. According to the setting, this person is not a bad person and will not harm them.

The size of the head of the first generation is less than his chest, but the orchid flower makes the child-like facial features more mature, and the ordinary disciple's uniform, which is one size too large, makes his back look particularly lonely.

A wisp of mist wrapped around Cang Feng's head, seemingly invisible, but when it finally dissipated, a voice floated over: "Your mother, her name is He Lanxiang."

Qian Yichen's gossip heart exploded instantly!His eyes lit up, staring at Cang Feng's back with piercing vigour.

Fortunately, in the end, he held back and didn't open his mouth. After all, this is not his family business. If there are any questions, let the person concerned ask them first.

"Oh, I don't know." He Lanjiu answered coldly without even thinking about it, and followed at the end with a blank expression.

Qian Yichen slowed down, turned around hesitantly to observe his situation: "You can't control your strength anymore..."

Compared to his own curiosity about to explode, He Lanjiu was a little too calm.Could it be that he is really cold-hearted so he doesn't care?

First of all, Cang Feng knew He Lanjiu's mother, and his mother's name was He Lanxiang.Secondly, Cang Feng drew an orchid between his eyebrows, probably representing his mother.

——Could it be that the head of Fengshui Treasure Land is He Lanjiu's father?

Qian Yichen quickly went through the plot in his mind, and felt that his speculation was actually quite reliable.In the original novel, the two of them didn't meet each other. To predict Lan Zhong's movements, Feng Fan turned to Fengshui Baodi for help. At that time, He Lanjiu had already revealed his identity-this is definitely a big foreshadowing!

When he was thinking wildly, Cang Feng had already taken him outside the head's residence in the center of Linggu.

The stone road under his feet has completely disappeared, leaving only wet black soil, and not far ahead is an astonishingly large tree stump.

The cross-section of the tree stump is about the same size as the Huaniang Restaurant where Qian Yichen lived at the time, not to mention the intertwined roots, some of which left the soil ferociously and arched the ground.

If this tree is still there, it is not too much to call it "upright".Only God can cut down such a tree, right?

Qian Yichen looked at the one-foot-high tree stump, thinking about this question silently.

Cang Feng supported the protruding thick tree root and tapped it with his fingertips, and the tree stump immediately sunk into the shape of a door, which slowly opened from the inside.

However, this door is only big enough for children to come in and out, Qian Yichen bent down and lowered his head to squeeze in, after walking two steps, the eyes opened up.

A few merman oil lamps inserted in the wooden texture of the wall, the flames are faint but persistent.

The inside of the dark brown tree stump was only hollowed out, and the house was far smaller than it looked from the outside. It was filled with a faint woody aroma, and the air was extremely humid—is the tree still not completely dead?

Not only that, the overwhelming red threads intertwine into a web, occupying most of the room. This cobweb-like structure reminds Qian Yichen of Sun Wenjun who only has one head left but can manipulate his hair.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I know your mother?" Cang Feng finally lost his composure after being silent all the way, but he didn't intend to sit down and chat, but moved a small stool and busied himself to debug those things. red line.

He Lanjiu stood on the sidelines and watched him busy: "You have to have a beginning and an end to tell a story. I can't understand you like this."

Cang Feng held a red thread with both hands, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, I don't know the beginning and the end, why don't you help me analyze it?"

Qian Yichen intuited that this had something to do with the red net on the top of his head, and immediately inspected it inch by inch.

There are countless thin threads, soaked in cinnabar and hanging above, seemingly chaotic, but they follow some rules.

He squinted for a while, until he found that the ends of the red lines were tied with copper coins, and he suddenly realized that it was the orbit of the stars!

These red lines represent the trajectories of the stars, so what Cang Feng learned should be the first of the three formulas, the Taiyi Divine Number, which can predict floods, droughts and epidemics through stargazing, and predict ancient and modern chaos. To put it bluntly, he can handle any major event in the world figure it out.

But the most strange thing is that five of the entangled red threads have no copper coins at the end, and one is torn off from it, hanging vainly above the head.

"The five star kings are coming, and the world is in chaos." Cang Feng noticed his gaze, pointed to the five red threads that were not tied with copper coins, picked up the broken thread again, and lowered his eyes regretfully, "And your Mother, perhaps dead."

He Lanjiu stared at the thread thoughtfully: "Oh."

"You don't look alike, but your personalities are exactly the same." Cang Feng tried to retie the red thread. Perhaps it was God's will, but after repeated tying several times without success, he simply sat down on a small stool, "It's better to start from scratch. Let’s get started, you must have heard about the three great families of the evil way.”

Qian Yichen couldn't find any other place to sit in the house, so he stood beside him and nodded: "Taiyinjing Su's house, Yan Lingfeng's house, and He Lan..."

"Listen to what my little apprentice said? No, no, what does he know? I'm still confused." Cang Feng shook his head again and again, and rolled up his disciple's overly long sleeves. The mirror holder of the caster is guided by the three souls and seven souls of the caster. When the moon is full, with hard work as a medium, he can communicate with the aliens who are about to be demonized. People in his family can see the half-souls from the mirror. The desire of monsters, reach a contract to help them become monsters, and collect the power of monsters as a reward."

Qian Yichen was at a loss, not knowing why he started with this incident.

When Cang Feng seemed to be showing off his studies, he paused and talked about another family: "Feng's family usually call themselves 'Jinkou Yuyan', and their ability is only useful when they talk about things that have nothing to do with themselves. If they want to change their lives directly, The price is usually very high. Therefore, this family is generally short-lived, and the ability can only be passed on by increasing the number of clan members."

"I've heard Jiang Que say all of this, but it's not that detailed." Qian Yichen was a little impatient, and tried to interrupt him several times.

So, is the master the real father of He Lanjiu?

"Don't you think it's a pity? The Su family relies on the power of demons to prolong their lifespan, but it consumes a lot of money to activate the lunar mirror, and it's not so easy to fulfill wishes for half-demons. Feng's family also has golden words, and every word they utter will come true." Really, it’s certainly not a problem to summon a few monsters that are not even counted as monsters, if..."

If these two cooperate, not only will one plus one be greater than two, it will not be a problem to sweep the entire cultivation world!

Fengjia's natural ability to instruct monsters to transform into forms, with their abilities, is the most effective when talking about things that have nothing to do with themselves, and they don't even need to complete any monster obsessions, just a simple sentence "You can transform demons" will do.

With the Su family as the medium of communication, after gaining the demon power, whether the two share it equally, or four or six, it's a win-win anyway.

Qian Yichen already understood the content behind, and followed Cang Feng's guidance to land on the wall.

A piece of pale white rice paper was nailed to the wall of the tree stump, and the thick black handwriting penetrated through the back of the paper.

"The second year of Longxing in Daning, Wan Yao Cave."