Ye Fan sighed in annoyance. He didn't want to say anything to these guys. In any case, he couldn't make a move in the academy, so he just buried his head in his book and let them say whatever they wanted.
Zhou Qi was stunned, he didn't expect Ye Fan to ignore him.
"Bam!" Zhou Qi slammed his palm on the table and said angrily, "Ye Fan! You're courting death!? Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding here?
Do you want to force me to take out the jade talisman? Only after going up to the arena will you be honest?
Ye Fan rubbed his forehead, wondering if he should find a place with no one around and kill these annoying fellows?
Just as he was thinking, he sensed someone walking over from behind …
"Running to the library and slamming the table, do you have a problem with me, the manager?"
Feng Qinglan, who was wearing a loose white sweater and black slim pants, stood there. The white sweater made her dark red hair look especially eye-catching.
His long hair was casually tied up behind his head, and his hands were crossed in front of his chest. His beautiful face carried a hint of the coldness of a snowy mountain.
When Zhou Qi and the other disciples of the clan saw Feng Qinglan, they were stunned for a moment, wondering where this great beauty had come from.
But a few seconds later, all of their minds suddenly quivered! He remembered who this woman in the library was!
It was no wonder that Feng Qinglan hadn't moved much in the past few years. Staying in the library, the students gradually forgot about the existence of such a legendary Heavenly King Stage powerhouse.
Immediately, Zhou Qi and the others quickly took a few steps back and lowered their heads. Their faces were deathly pale as they trembled.
"Greetings … Greetings, Curator Feng, we … We didn't mean it that way. We just …"
Without waiting for Zhou Qi to finish his explanation, Feng Qinglan directly asked, "You are Zhou Jinnian's son?"
Zhou Qi swallowed his saliva, "Yes..." Junior Zhou Qi. "
"Does your father know that you have such a bad temper? Or did you learn all of this from your father? "Feng Qinglan said without giving any face.
Zhou Qi's face was ashen. Back then, during the battle at Fog Prison Pass, it was precisely because his father, Zhou Jinnian, was obstinate and self-opinionated.
There were many rumors in the outside world that Taihao Duke Zhou Jinnian harbored hatred towards Ye Huangtu and Feng Qinglan. can
But in reality, if Feng Qinglan had not killed his way out of the encirclement, intimidated the barbarians, and saved a large number of clans and disciples of the chosen ones …
As a commander, Zhou Jinnian was afraid that not only would he be stripped of his military power, but he would also owe Feng Qinglan a huge favor.
Zhou Qi naturally knew about these past events. Therefore, when faced with Feng Qinglan's question, he felt exceptionally ashamed and didn't dare to have the slightest bit of temper …
"I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again … Please forgive me, Curator Feng …"
"Scram."
Feng Qinglan spat out a word, not wanting to listen to his explanation.
Zhou Qi and the others shuddered. They quickly lowered their heads and retreated.
Before leaving the library, Zhou Qi and Gao Ling glared fiercely at Ye Fan, obviously unwilling to give up.
If these guys dared to cause trouble for him outside, he wouldn't be able to endure it any longer.
"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 in surprise, as if he didn't expect that this young man would dare to speak to her so calmly.
"No need to thank me, this is just my duty." Feng Qinglan said as he turned around and was about to leave.
Ye Fan thought of something and asked, "Curator Feng, you seem to have concealed your aura very well. What kind of method did you use?"
Yesterday, the first time he saw Feng Qinglan, Ye Fan discovered that he was unable to determine this woman's cultivation.
It wasn't that Feng Qinglan was so strong that she couldn't be sensed, but that she was obviously restrained.
Ye Fan could only use his experience and battle instincts to sense how powerful Feng Qinglan was, but he couldn't figure out his specific level.
Therefore, Ye Fan wanted to ask this woman what kind of technique she used to hide her cultivation.
Feng Qinglan was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around and said with a bit of disappointment, "Even if you hide your cultivation, others won't be afraid of you. If you don't want to be bullied, you should think about increasing your strength, not deliberately mystifying it."
"Err …"
Ye Fan smiled bitterly, knowing that he had been misunderstood. He thought that he was trying to escape from reality, but he didn't want to explain too much.
"Alright, then …" "Then pretend I didn't ask." Ye Fan turned around and continued reading. At most, he could just look for it himself later.
Feng Qinglan hesitated for a moment before walking to Ye Fan's side. He took the public pen and paper on the table and quickly wrote down a few lines of incantations.
"This is our Divine Dragon Clan's own 'Hidden Dragon Art'. It can hide one's cultivation, bloodline, and aura. Since you've lost your memories, I'll teach you again …"
Ye Fan was overjoyed. So it was one of the Divine Dragon Clan's own techniques. That was definitely the most suitable for him.
After taking a look at the incantation, Ye Fan smiled and said, "Thank you, Curator Feng. You are such a nice person."
It could be seen that this woman was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. In fact, she didn't hold a grudge against the Residence of Northern Marquis as outsiders imagined. She was indeed worthy of being called the Dragon Blood Queen, a war god of her generation.
Feng Qinglan looked at Ye Fan's relaxed and natural smile, and even praised her for being a good person. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"You … 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 hesitating for a moment, Feng Qinglan looked at Ye Fan with a complicated gaze and shook his head, "That's true..." What's there to be afraid of? Just pretend that I didn't ask … "
As the woman spoke, she turned around and went back upstairs to the curator's room.
Ye Fan naturally wouldn't say anything to Feng Qinglan. Although this was an expert and a great beauty, it had nothing to do with him.
Ye Fan pondered over the Hidden Dragon Art and found that it wasn't difficult. After memorizing it in his mind, he circulated it according to the method and hid his cultivation.
In the curator's room, Feng Qinglan had just brewed a pot of tea when he sensed something. He doubtfully walked outside and looked at Ye Fan's position.
Realizing that Ye Fan was still sitting there reading, Feng Qinglan's eyes revealed a trace of surprise …
Ye Fan didn't know that although the Hidden Dragon Art wasn't obscure, most people wouldn't be able to master it so quickly and familiarize themselves with it.
Ye Fan continued to read until the evening. He picked out a few more books and planned to lend them out to read tomorrow.
What made Ye Fan speechless was that there wasn't even a single staff member at the registration place.
He saw a button on the side that was used to alert the staff, so he touched it.
He didn't expect that Feng Qinglan, the curator, would directly come down from upstairs?!
"Curator Feng, why is it you?" Ye Fan was puzzled.
"Who else could it be?"
Feng Qinglan expressionlessly asked. Then, he took Ye Fan's medical books and began to register.
Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So there was only one staff member in the entire library!? This curator was a lone commander!?
However, after thinking about it carefully, there weren't many people in this place, let alone borrowing books. There really wasn't a need to find too many people.
After borrowing the book, he returned to the mansion. The journey was safe and sound.
When he ran to the back garden of the manor, he saw Su Qingxue planting flowers there.
Seeing the woman carrying a bucket of water and struggling to walk on the muddy ground, Ye Fan quickly walked over.
"Little Snow!" I'll help you get it! "Ye Fan took the bucket and saw his wife sweating profusely. He said," Look at you, your head is covered in sweat. What if you catch a cold? "
Su Qingxue's breathing was a little hurried, "My husband is back, is he sweating a lot? Isn't it ugly? "
The woman subconsciously wiped her face and forehead, then took some of the dirt on her hands and wiped it off.
"Haha …" This was the first time Ye Fan had seen Su Qingxue like this. He laughed and said, "Now you've become a little tabby cat."
Su Qingxue was stunned for a moment before she reacted. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief and soaked it in water to wipe herself.
Seeing that she was in a fluster, Ye Fan simply took the handkerchief from the woman's hand.
"Don't move, I'll wipe it for you." Ye Fan supported the woman's cheek with one hand and gently wiped her face with the other.
It was originally a very normal thing, but when their gazes met, they were both stunned for a moment. A trace of indescribable emotion spread in their hearts.
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