The Dragon from Hell

The four of them got together and chatted for a while. Lin Quansheng still looked heartbroken, thinking that Qin Feng shouldn't have given up the beast soul and shouldn't have been seduced by beauty.

Qin Feng was annoyed and simply sent him to the kitchen to make cakes.

Lin Quansheng was a little confused: "Brother Feng, you are a grown man, and you have been fasting, why do you like cakes so much?"

This cake was not made for him, but Qin Feng couldn't say the name of Jiao Xia: "If you don't want to forget it, I'll go down the mountain to buy it later."

"I am willing! How can I not want to!" Lin Quansheng was so excited that he almost jumped up: "Brother Feng, what are you talking about? You went through fire and water for me. If I am not willing to make a cake for you, what kind of person am I?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Quansheng immediately forgot about the beast soul and ran to the kitchen to work.

Gusu Li was amused when he saw this: "You know what this kid is thinking. I'm afraid he is now similar to Junior Sister Zhong. They both think they owe you a huge favor and are trying their best to repay you. If you don't let him do anything, I'm afraid he will be uneasy."

Qin Feng was very calm about this: "I help Zhong Mengran for the deal between us. I help Lin Quansheng, but not because I want him to do anything for me, nor because he is Lin Quansheng."

Gusu Li and the other two understood, just smiled, and said nothing.

The three of them have not been in contact for a long time, and they are not friends who will live and die together.

But a lot of things happened in such a short time, which also made them understand Qin Feng a little.

And Qin Feng also knew that the two of them were both bright and clear people, otherwise he would not have asked him what the deal with Zhong Mengran was until now.

The two sides chatted for a while, and originally planned to wait for Lin Quansheng's pastries to be ready before each of them tasted a piece. Although they had already fasted, their taste buds could still be satisfied.

However, just as the three of them were drinking tea and chatting, Qin Feng suddenly heard a flute sound coming from the back mountain.

The flute sound was ethereal and seemed to be a girl's sorrow, and it seemed to be full of frustration. Multiple complex emotions were all mixed in the flute sound, which made people unconsciously attracted by it.

Qin Feng subconsciously raised his head and looked outside the bamboo building.

I saw that the forest outside the bamboo building was stirring up waves under the moonlight, and waves of bamboo waves rolled by, as if they were all affected by the flute sound.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "This flute sound seems to come from the back mountain."

When moving here, Zhu Xing said that the back mountain of Wuyou Mountain is also one of the forbidden areas of the sect, and no matter what happens, you must not step into it.

But when Qin Feng stepped into Wuyou Mountain, he did not feel any demonic power here, nor any strong spiritual power fluctuations.

Wuyou Mountain has beautiful scenery. Although it is far away from the main mountains, it is better in a quiet environment.

Qin Feng originally thought that the back mountain might be the treasure house of Wuxiang Sect, where rare treasures or spiritual plants were stored.

But after thinking carefully, it was unlikely. After all, if it was really the treasure house of Wuxiang Sect, it would not be the turn of a "mortal" like him to live there.

And if there were rare spiritual plants, then the spiritual energy of Wuyou Mountain would be richer than other places. If he, a "mortal", lived there, wouldn't it be a bargain for him?

But what Qin Feng didn't expect was that there were people living in the back mountain.

Hearing the flute sound, Gusu Li and Hui Ling had no reaction. They continued to drink tea calmly, but occasionally looked out the window.

The bamboo sea under the moonlight was particularly beautiful.

At this time, it was Qin Feng's turn to be unable to hold back: "Second brothers and sisters, Senior Brother Zhu Xing said before that the back mountain of Wuyou Mountain is a forbidden area. I thought there were some magical beasts imprisoned there, but now it seems that there are people living in the back mountain?"

When mentioning the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, Gusu Li put down the teacup in his hand: "Junior Brother Feng, although there are no magical beasts imprisoned in this back mountain, I can tell you that this back mountain is more terrifying than imprisoning magical beasts. Senior Brother Zhu Xing is an old man in the sect. You should listen to his words. He will not hurt anyone."

Qin Feng did not expect Gusu Li to give Zhu Xing such an evaluation. The senior brother who always smiled did not even have a clear position in the sect.

It stands to reason that after three hundred years, he should have accepted disciples himself, but Zhu Xing was still dressed as a disciple, as if he had not yet graduated.

But if he could not accept disciples because of his stupidity, Gusu Li and Donggong Ya would not have been so respectful to him.

However, Qin Feng did not want to gossip about Zhu Xing, but focused on the owner of the flute.

But no matter how Qin Feng asked, Gusu Li and Hui Ling did not give him a clear answer.

TheyThe words of the three were summarized into one sentence, that is: Don't ask, don't go, don't be curious.

Seeing that they really didn't say anything, Qin Feng didn't continue to ask.

After tasting Lin Quansheng's pastries, the three of them got up and said goodbye.

As soon as they left, Jiao Xia couldn't wait to run out and stretched his claws to the pastries made by Lin Quansheng: "I didn't expect that his qualifications were mediocre, but he was very talented in making food. I decided that I would have the opportunity to promote him and let him be your right-hand man!"

Seeing Jiao Xia's casual attitude, Qin Feng couldn't help laughing: "You are so casual. You want to promote him just for a piece of pastry? Besides, when did I say that I need a left-hand man? I don't rule the immortal gate."

His purpose from the beginning was to go back.

Jiao Xia held a cake in her mouth and said, "How can this be casual?"

"I know that I was created by the ancient gods, so I am also a goddess. The cakes he made are also called tributes by you mortals. He offers them to me, so he is my believer."

"As long as he is my devout believer, I can occasionally satisfy some of his small wishes."

Seeing Jiao Xia eating and talking so seriously, Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.

Anyway, this little goddess's brain circuit is different from his, and it is useless to say more.

He focused on the flute sound outside the main building. It has been an hour since the beginning, but he has never heard the flute sound outside.

The bamboo sea kept rolling with the flute sound, and Qin Feng was a little absent-minded.

In fact, when Qin Feng talked with Gusu Li and others just now, there was one thing he didn't say: that is, he felt that this flute sound was very familiar.

When he was in the Nether Prison, he also heard Long Daoling playing the flute.

But it was only once, and later he changed to a long flute.

Besides, Qin Feng had no talent for music, and he couldn't remember what song Long Daoling played.

Now listening to the flute, he was inexplicably lost in thought...