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Ye Fan sighed boredly and didn't want to say anything to these guys. Anyway, he couldn't do anything in the academy, so he just immersed himself in reading, whatever they said.
Zhou Qi was stunned, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to ignore him
"Bang!" Zhou Qi slapped a palm on the table and said angrily: "Ye Fan! Are you looking for death!? You think you can't help me if you hide here
Are you trying to force me to take out the jade talisman? The last time you were in the ring, you kid could be honest? "
Ye Fan stroked his forehead, wondering whether to find a place where no one is, and kill these annoying guys
I was thinking about it, and I noticed someone coming over...
"When I went to the library to shoot a table, do you have any opinions on the manager of me?"
Feng Qinglan stood there in a white loose sweater and black slim trousers. The white sweater made her dark red silk particularly eye-catching.
Long and casually tied behind his head, hands interlaced in front of his chest, Chen Yuluoyan's face is a bit of the chill of snow-capped mountains and glaciers.
Zhou Qi and several clan children, the first time they saw Feng Qinglan, they were all taken aback for a while, wondering where the amorous beauty came from.
But just a few seconds later, all of them were suddenly excited! I remembered who this woman in the library was!
It’s just that Feng Qinglan hasn't done much activity in these years. When he stayed in the library, the students gradually ignored the existence of such a legendary king.
When it was time, Zhou Qi and others hurriedly backed up a few steps, lowered their heads, their faces pale and trembling.
"See... I've seen Curator Wind, we... We didn't mean that... We just..."
Before Zhou Qi could finish explaining, Feng Qinglan asked directly: "Are you Zhou Jinnian's son?"
Zhou Qi swallowed his throat, "Yes... Junior Zhou Qi."
"Does your father know that you are so temperamental? Or is it all you learned from your father?" Feng Qinglan said indifferently.
Zhou Qi's face was green. It was because of his father Zhou Jinnian's self-use and improper command that he indirectly made Feng Qinglan Dragon Blood Queen's fame in the first battle.
There are many rumors from the outside that Taihao Gong Zhou Jinnian has a grudge against Ye Huangtu and Feng Qinglan.
But in fact, if there was no wind and Qinglan all the way out of the siege, the barbarians were frightened and saved a large number of clans and the children of the Chosen...
Zhou Jinnian, the commander, probably wasn't just being punished by being deprived of military power. He really owed Master Feng Qinglan's favor.
Zhou Qi naturally knows these past events, so when faced with the problem of Feng Qinglan, he is extremely embarrassed and dare not have the slightest temper...
"The juniors knew they were wrong, and the juniors never dare to... Ask the wind curator to be wide..."
"roll."
Feng Qinglan simply uttered a word, and didn't want to listen to his explanation.
Zhou Qi shivered all over, lowered their heads quickly, and retreated.
Before leaving the library, Zhou Qi and Gao Ling gave Ye Fan a vicious look, obviously not reconciled.
Ye Fan disagrees. If these guys dare to trouble him outside, he won't endure it anymore.
"Thank you," Ye Fan turned his head and said to Feng Qinglan. After all, it saved him some trouble.
Feng Qinglan looked at Ye Fan somewhat unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect that this young man would dare to speak to her calmly and calmly.
"Don't thank me, this is just my duty," Feng Qinglan said, turning around to walk away.
Ye Fan thought about something and asked, "Curator Feng, you seem to be able to hide the coercive aura very well. Which method do you use?"
Yesterday, when I saw Feng Qinglan for the first time, Ye Fan realized that he couldn't judge this woman's cultivation.
It's not that Feng Qinglan is too strong to be perceived, but that she is obviously restrained.
Ye Fan can only use experience and combat instinct to perceive the power of the wind, but he can't figure out the specific level.
Therefore, Ye Fan wanted to ask this woman what method she used to hide her cultivation.
Feng Qinglan was stunned, then slowly turned around, a bit of hatred for iron and steel, and said: "Even if you hide your cultivation base, others will not be afraid of you. If you want to avoid being bullied, you should want to improve your strength. , Instead of playing mystery."
"Uh… "
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sp; Ye Fan smiled bitterly, knowing that he was misunderstood, when he wanted to escape reality, but he didn't want to explain more.
"Okay, then... Then when I didn't ask," Ye Fan turned around and continued to read.
Feng Qinglan hesitated, walked to Ye Fan, took the public pen and paper on the table, and quickly wrote down a few lines of Dharma Mantra.
"This is our Shenlong clan's own'Qianlong Art'. It can hide all the coercion and breath of cultivation base and bloodline. You have lost your memory. I will teach you again..."
Ye Fan was overjoyed, it turned out to be a method of the Shenlong clan, and that was definitely the most suitable for him.
After taking a look at the formula, Ye Fan smiled and said, "Thank you, Curator Feng, you are really nice."
It can be seen that this woman is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. In fact, there is no outsider's imagination. How much hatred of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, she deserves to be a generation of war gods called the Queen of Dragon Blood.
Feng Qinglan looked at Ye Fan with a relaxed and natural smile, and praised her for being kind, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"You... are not afraid of me?" Feng Qinglan asked.
"Afraid of you? Why?" Ye Fan asked back, in his opinion, that kind of thing back then had nothing to do with him.
After the wind Qinglan hesitated for a moment, he looked at Ye Fan with complicated eyes and shook his head, "It's also... what's scary, when I didn't ask..."
As the woman said, she turned around and went back to the curator's room upstairs.
Ye Fan naturally wouldn't say anything to Feng Qinglan. Although this is a strong man and a big beauty, it has nothing to do with him.
Ye Fan pondered the Diving Dragon Technique, and found that it was not difficult. After he remembered it in his mind, as soon as he operated according to this method, he really hid his cultivation base.
In the curator's room, Feng Qinglan had just made a pot of tea. He noticed something and walked outside slightly puzzled, and looked at the position of Ye Fan below.
Now that Ye Fan is still sitting there reading a book, Feng Qinglan has a hint of surprise in his eyes...
Ye Fan didn't know that, although Qianlong Art was not obscure, most people weren't able to master it so quickly, and were familiar with it.
After reading the book all the time, Ye Fan chose a few more books in the evening and planned to borrow them to read tomorrow.
What makes Ye Fan feel speechless is that there is no staff at the place where the books are registered.
He saw a button next to it to remind the staff, so he touched it.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglan, the curator, came down directly from upstairs? !
"Curator Feng, why are you?" Ye Fan wondered.
"Otherwise, who else?"
Feng Qinglan asked blankly, then took the medical books from Ye Fan and started to register.
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry. It turned out that there was only one staff member in the entire library! ? This curator is a polished commander!
However, thinking about it carefully, there are not many people in this place, let alone borrowing books. There is really no need to find too many people.
After borrowing the book and returning to the mansion, there was nothing wrong all the way.
When I ran to the back garden of the Hou Mansion, I happened to see Su Qingxue planting flowers there.
Seeing the woman walking on the muddy ground with a little effort carrying a bucket, Ye Fan quickly walked over.
"Xiaoxue! I'll help you get it!" Ye Fan took the bucket and saw his wife's sweaty appearance, and said: "Look at you, your head is full of sweat, what should I do when I catch a cold?"
Su Qingxue's breathing was a bit anxious, "My husband is back, do you sweat a lot? Isn't it ugly?"
The woman subconsciously wiped her face and forehead, and wiped off some dirt on her hands.
"Haha..." It was the first time Ye Fan saw Su Qingxue like this, and smiled: "He's all a little cat now."
Su Qingxue was stunned for a moment before reacting, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief that she carried, soaked it with water, and wiped it on herself.
Seeing her frantic, Ye Fan simply took the silk kerchief in the woman's hand.
"Don't move, I'll wipe it for you." Ye Fan held the woman's cheek with one hand, and gently wiped her cheek with the other.
It was originally a very normal thing, but when the two eyes met, they both froze for a while, and there was a hint of inexplicable emotion spreading in their hearts.
"Husband... Why does the concubine always have an illusion? It seems that you and I have known each other for a long time..." Su Qingxue murmured.