(6)
Everyone walked in the atrium and arrived in front of a building that occupied several rooms. The words "Book Collection Pavilion" were written on the plaque. Each stroke is accompanied by some dry cracks and old dark brown color. Obviously, this pavilion is decades old and has not been repaired for a long time.
The slender noble man walking in front waved his hand, and the maids on both sides of the door nodded and opened the door. The wooden door made a squeaking sound as several people were welcomed in.
Mei Lan lit ambergris everywhere inside. At this time, he happened to be in front not far from the door, standing on a small stool, tiptoeing high, lighting the incense burner. Seeing Qian Xi arriving, he hurriedly got off his stool and stepped forward to report, "Master, everything you ordered has been prepared."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." After answering, Qian Xi motioned for a few people behind him to follow, with Mei Lan following closely behind.
Smelling the carefully prepared fragrance and stepping into this unique ancient pavilion, the newcomers couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts, and everything they thought or said became cautious and solemn. The surrounding bookshelves decorate the pavilion like a maze. Only a few high-hanging ventilation windows let in a little sunlight, and the rest is a dark place.
When Zhao Xiaomei saw the countless books, she couldn't help but think of the boring life before leaving home. In addition, her emotions were still affected by the couple Murong Yan and Bai Feng, and she was reluctant to leave. Due to the surrounding atmosphere, he did not dare to make any noise, so he could only cover his mouth and whisper to Zhao Kuo, saying: "Brother, we don't have to follow, right? It's not our life experience anyway..."
"Aren't you curious, sister?" Zhao Kuo replied: "Why does Brother Bai have such a close relationship with Miss Murong? As far as I know, he is an extremely cautious person."
"Yes! I also want to know, that 'Witch Bloodline' sounds quite interesting!" Ajuan said calmly.
The little girl could only sigh and continue walking forward with these two people.
"Ahem!" Qian Xi stopped in front of a bookshelf and said, "Guys, that article is right here. Mei Lan! Find for me the location of "The Anecdotes of the Qian Family"." After hearing this, Mei Lan Holding a candle, he climbed up the ladder with small steps. After a while, I took out a classic book bound with string, and its surface was already turning yellow.
Qian Xi flipped through a few pages, handed the book to Murong Yan, and said, "Miss Murong, this article "The Witch of the Red Dust" is about your mother's affairs. Please read it for a while."
After a while, several people read it one after another, and they were all amazed.
"Legend has it that the moment a descendant of the 'Witch Bloodline' touched the body of the destined person, their fates were tightly intertwined." Gan Xi stretched out his left and right index fingers and joined them together, looking in front of him. men and women preaching.
Bai Feng and Murong Yan looked at each other for a moment, then avoided each other's eyes with tacit understanding and blushed slightly with shame. Thanks to the candle flame, the scene looked like Gan Xi was playing matchmaker for the two.
"They are a destined couple. What do I mean?" Zhao Xiaomei stared blankly at the scene in front of her and said helplessly to herself: "But, I can't forget..."
Zhao Kuo, who was holding the classics at the side, accompanied Ajuan towards Qian Xi and said: "Master Qian, since Miss Murong's 'destined person' is not you, why did Master Mei have to travel all over the world to find him on your behalf?"
Qian Xi pursed his lips and smiled: "Meilan, go prepare water and sweat towels."
After hearing this, Mei Lan was shocked and asked: "Sir, there are many people here, are you really going to..."
Qian Xi nodded firmly. After a while, Mei Lan held up a copper-colored face plate with a white sweat towel hanging on it in both hands, and placed it on a round table in the pavilion. Gan Xi sat at the table and wiped off the makeup on the left side of his face with a sweat towel soaked in water. Half of the face gradually lost its unnatural whiteness and regained some color.
"Guys, please wait in front of the pavilion door." Qian Xi raised his hand towards the pavilion door and asked.
Everyone moved to the door one after another, and most of the surrounding servants were dispersed, leaving only Mei Lan alone with Qian Xi. Several outsiders looked at Qian Xi raising his head in the sun, and Mei Lan on the side was particularly worried. In an instant, the side of Qian Xi's face that had lost its makeup began to look strange.
The originally white and tender skin actually developed several blisters under the sunlight, and the blisters were surrounded by dry skin, making it look like an old man in his dozens of years.
"Sir!" Mei Lan shouted in front of the door: "Sir, please don't force yourself!"
"Uh!" Qian Xi suddenly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and covered his left face. Mei Lan and Bai Feng quickly helped him to a dark place.
Murong Yan stepped forward and asked with concern: "Master Qian, what's wrong with you?"
With trembling hands, Gan Xi grabbed Murong Yanzhi's sleeve, raised his head and faced her, and said: "Miss Murong, only you can save me! Only the 'bloodline of witches' can remove my curse!"
Everyone was really shocked when they looked at the face that was half as old as a dry field and half as young as a child. Murong Yan could only reply hesitantly: "I...I don't know...what to do..."
After staying in this dark place for half a moment, his face gradually returned to its original state, and Qian Xi gradually stopped feeling the severe pain, and his expression calmed down. Several people helped Qian Xi back to the round table and continued to discuss the "bloodline of witches".
"Master Qian, what exactly is this weird 'curse'?" Bai Feng asked.
Gan Xi stroked the left side of his face and recalled with a smile: "That was what happened when I went north to search for the legend of the Xianbei witches. I had just grown up at the time, and I was full of passion. I wanted to record all those strange things. However, I didn't know that there were many dangers on the road, so I got this weird disease and couldn't see the sun all day long."
"Since that day, the young master has been unable to personally collect rumors about monsters from various places. He can only entrust me and other strange people in Liuli Pavilion..." Mei Lan said.
"Then...how did you contract this disease?" Murong Yan asked.
"Please gather at the Liulic Pavilion tonight to elaborate on this matter." Qian Xi cupped his hands and said, "Because there is someone who knows better than me." After saying that, a man who bought and sold information about the world came to visit. Qian Xi ordered Mei Lan to send several people out.
This confusing morning made several people very upset. I originally thought Jiangzhou was a paradise on earth, but I didn't know that it was just the superficial scene of the inner city; I thought everything would end when we arrived at the Qian family, but I didn't expect that the story would only begin now.
Bai Feng and Murong Yan were not as happy as before. Originally, the two of them only knew a little about the legend, and what connected them was their ignorant affection for each other. But now, with Murong Yan and Qian Bi's lessons learned, a yoke called fate locks them together tightly. Whether it's good or bad, at least now, they have a clearer feeling for each other than before - they love each other.
"However, I only learned the skills and went down the mountain to resist fate!" Bai Feng said in his heart: "If I am hindered by this fate, then everything I have done before and the master's ambition... I should How to do?"
Murong Yan was also thinking in her heart: "Brother Feng not only cares about me, but also the people of Liming who suffered from the war. Am I really more important than them?"
The two were confused by this, and what showed on the outside was that they were getting farther and farther apart from each other as they walked on the road. Ajuan, who was walking in front, saw that the two people behind him looked strange, so he told the two people beside him. When Zhao Xiaomei saw this, she should be happy for herself: because she had the opportunity to take advantage of the gap between the two people. However, the anger inside her overshadowed everything.
She was angry that it was impossible for her to break up the two friends; she was angry that the two friends did not cherish this relationship, but seemed to become more and more distant.
"Hey! What's going on with you two?" Zhao Xiaomei walked over, put their hands together, and said, "Young Master Bai, Sister Murong. I don't know what you are thinking, but without you, Young Master Bai, My brother and I would not have been able to reach today's Jiangzhou together; and without Sister Murong, I might have died of illness long ago. In the same way, if Bai Shaoxia had not met Sister Murong, you would not be alive today! So... not only You, our destiny, have long been linked together!"
After saying that, the little girl couldn't stop her tears from flowing out.
Murong Yan stroked Zhao Xiaomei's head and comforted her repeatedly.
Bai Feng, as if he had figured something out, said to himself: "You're right, I'm too conceited..."
Zhao Kuo and Ajuan over there were stunned. Zhao Xiaomei, who was usually childish, said such words, which was really surprising.
The five of them continued walking back to the road and returned to Liuli Pavilion. Bai Feng smiled and glanced sideways at Murong Yan, who responded with an unclear expression.
