Feast of Rebirth

Yun Congfeng was about to go back and look through the files, so he cupped his hands and said goodbye to Bai Jiu and the two: "Thanks to the assistance of the two of you today, this case is hopeful." He looked happy.

Of course, he would not forget Bai Ziqian's contribution, and turned to him: "Brother Ziqian has worked hard. Mr. Yun is poor and has nothing to repay. I don't know what Brother Ziqian wants? Mr. Yun will do his best to help."

Bai Ziqian said without hesitation: "I want to know how to become a disciple of Baopu Mountain."

Yun Congfeng was stunned for a moment. It's not unusual for an outstanding student in the world to seek the Dao under Baopu's sect, but...why did Bai Ziqian ask him?Could it be that he already knew that he was a disciple of Bao Pu?

Just a hesitation had already made Bai Ziqian prove what he thought in his heart. He remained silent, waiting for Yun Congfeng's answer: "Everyone knows that Baopu Mountain has never openly accepted disciples."

"Then how does Baopu Mountain accept disciples?"

"It was chosen by Shan Ren." Yun Congfeng was frank and honest. Although Bai Jiu was surprised, but after thinking about it, it seemed reasonable.

Bai Ziqian nodded: "Thank you sir, since you can't get it, how about asking sir to give me the words?"

Yun Congfeng hesitated: "The gift is from the elders of the master..." "Sir, the knowledge is higher than mine, of course it is the elders."

Yun Congfeng smiled wryly. Bai Ziqian seemed to have aged dozens of times for no reason, but this seemed to be the only thing he could do. He thought for a while: "Qian, the meaning of soaring also has shortcomings. What do you mean by "Sinking Mirror"? The ups and downs are sinking, the bronze mirror is mirror."

Bai Ziqian bowed respectfully: "Thank you sir, Xiaosheng will always remember your teaching."

...Yun Congfeng felt that Bai Ziqian really thought too much, but he didn't say anything, and bowed his head slightly: "It's too much work for me to thank you."

The three said their goodbyes, and Yun Congfeng returned excitedly to the archives department of the Qingping Division, asking the clerk to help pull out monster files that meet the conditions of "weasel monster", "old monster", and "female".

There are more than 30 demons living temporarily or permanently in Wang Jing. Each demon has a file recorded in the Qingping Division. The file contains the real name of the demon, the age of the demon, and the demon blood that seals a wisp of demon energy.

The clerk called some book spirits to help, and the book spirits flapped their moth wings and flew up and down the rows of tall bookshelves, pulling out the files of the weasel demon one by one, opening them for a quick glance, and putting back those that did not meet the requirements. With just one stick of incense, he found all the monster files that met the three conditions Yun Congfeng said.

"I'm exhausted! I'm exhausted!" A book spirit in a white skirt landed in front of Yun Congfeng, tiptoed, and said childishly, "Tell a story! Tell a story!"

"Huh?" Yun Congfeng looked at the clerk in a daze, and the clerk smiled and said, "They've worked so hard, let's tell a story to reward them."

"This..." Yun Congfeng suddenly felt embarrassed: "I don't know how to tell stories..."

"You're a fool! You're a fool!" The book spirit stomped his feet angrily, and the other book spirits also shouted loudly: "You're a shameless person! You're a shameless person!"

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Wait, let me think about it..." Yun Congfeng began to rack his brains to make up words: "Cough, there used to be a mountain, and there was an inn on the mountain..." "Fooling!" cried out.

"It's not a fool! It's different from that monk temple, listen to me, okay?"

The book spirit quieted down and continued to listen.Yun Congfeng really had nothing in his stomach, so he had an idea and told about the murder of the cook who had just arrived on Luoxing Mountain.After finishing the story, the scholar looked disappointed: "What a boring story..."

Yun Congfeng smiled wryly.

The book spirit went on to say: "I want to hear the story of Miss Yan, tell me the story of Miss Yan!"

Yun Congfeng's scalp was numb: "Well... I didn't stay there for long, I don't know what happened to Miss Yan."

The scholar snorted and said angrily, "No, no, no! Not enough!"

Yun Congfeng couldn't help but searched his stomach, remembering how his senior brother on Baopu Mountain had bragged about how awesome and legendary his ancestors were.Relying on memory and my own embellishments, I recounted what my senior brother had boasted about, but I didn't want the scholar to yell again: "That's not right!"

Yun Congfeng smiled wryly again, and the little scholar poked his waist and said, "You're wrong, the ending of this Qiaoda Hege is not what you said. He was given to death by the emperor in the name of treason in his later years, and he didn't start well and end well!"

"This is what the descendants of Qiao Dahe told me personally. Besides, I have also read the history of the Yin Dynasty. After Qiao Dahe became famous, he retired to the mountains and forests. The new emperor wanted him to come out of the mountains and sent a large army to search for three days in the Qilin Mountains. I didn't find it for three nights."

The scholar stomped his feet and shouted: "Wrong, wrong! Qiao Da Hege died after drinking Hedinghong. In order to prevent counterfeiting, the emperor also invited a demon to immobilize his soul with Wangchuan water and force him to commit suicide. Under the Taimiao, you will never be reborn forever!"

It was originally a matter that was not worth arguing. Qiao Dahege was a well-known eccentric in history. He had no plans to spare. No matter how hard the emperor planned, he must have thought of it and made preparations.Besides, even if the history books swear that he is dead, who knows the real situation?

But Yun Congfeng was a little angry at the beginning, not only because the scholar said he was wrong, but also because the ending said by the scholar was too insulting to the IQ of Weijie-the historical law of killing heroes in the founding of the country, whether Qiao Da and Ge, who has read poems and books, will Know?Will you be ready?

Besides, he is confident that he remembers correctly, Qiao Dahege has a perfect ending as a counselor, and his senior brother is not a big talker.The mountain people do not allow their disciples to speak falsely and lie.

Shujing said stubbornly: "That's because your memory is wrong. No history book dares to say that Qiao Dahe Ge returned to the mountains and forests, not even the unofficial rumors! I think the descendant of Qiao Dahe Ge you mentioned may be the same. Fake, dare to say this kind of ridiculous nonsense! Hahaha! I really laughed to death!"

"You!" The calligrapher's voice as clear as a silver bell suddenly became extremely harsh. Yun Congfeng couldn't hold back his emotions for a while, stood up suddenly, and almost shouted excitedly: "The disciples of Baopu Mountain have never missed anything!" The clerk who had been idly drinking tea saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Alan! Stop talking!"

"Oops!" The little scholar named Alan hid behind the clerk, and the rest of the little scholars who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal flew away without a trace in an instant. "He beat me!" Ah Lan yelled aggrievedly.

Yun Congfeng realized that he had lost his composure, and first apologized to the clerk: "I'm sorry... I was reckless. I hope you will forgive me."

The clerk laughed: "Young people, it's all like this. Take it easy and don't be impatient. According to the history books of Qiao Dahe Ge, the emperor gave him a red crest to commit suicide. As for whether he was suppressed under the Taimiao, that's true. Not sure. The ruins of the Taimiao in the Yin Dynasty are still there today, but that place is in the dragon vein of the Yin Dynasty, the terrain is dangerous, and monsters are rampant. It is said that some brave people with high skills have explored the ruins of the Taimiao, and they have indeed seen the remnants of Qiaoda Hege Soul, unable to reincarnate, miserable. Young man, if you have the heart, go to that place in the future and take a look, won't you understand?!" After speaking, he laughed heartily.

Yun Cong calmed down, lowered his head and said, "I almost forgot the business... Thank you for your help, senior. I will take my leave."

"Go slowly." The clerk stood up to see off the guests, and Yun Congfeng hurried away with a pile of files.

Back at his post, Yun Congfeng quickly flipped through the files, and quickly screened out those who met the requirements. He was scheduled to check them one by one tomorrow and set the order, but he still couldn't calm down.

He began to wonder if he really remembered wrongly.

The brother's bragging voice and smile are still very clear in the memory, could it be that the brother is really lying to him?Then the history book he had seen before was called... "Yin Chao Skills Record", it was clearly written, and it was also fake?By the way, what's your brother's name?Call... call... what is it called?

Yun Congfeng propped his forehead and thought for a long time, and suddenly he was horrified to find that his memory on Baopu Mountain had become blurred, leaving only a few incomplete and monotonous fragments, eating, reading, walking on the mountain road... But, other people Woolen cloth?Where are the brothers and sisters?

He felt a burst of fear in his bones, he didn't want to think about it any more, he hurriedly finished other matters at hand, got up and went to investigate the suspected demon.