Volume 1: The Strife of the Blue Firmament 005 Mysterious Old Man

  "You—" Lu's usual calm demeanor was lost as she pointed at Mu Qingfeng, her entire body trembling with rage.

  Mo Qingfeng didn't look at the group of people, but instead turned his head to look at Huo Tianhua, and said in a deep voice: "This life has died once because of you two. From today on, we owe each other nothing. But never let any one of them fall into my hands alone someday."

  A little girl, a few words stunned the entire Noda City Lord's mansion.

  Mocheng Feng held the black box left by his biological father and turned to walk out of the council hall.

  "Light..." Huo Tianhua had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Liu Guan and his wife and children.

  Mu Qingfeng walked out of the council hall without hesitation, and also walked out of the city master's mansion, a place that had taken the life of a young girl. She didn't want to stay there for another minute.

  "What are you blocking me for!" Huo Tianhua roared angrily at the person beside him.

  "The gentle breeze has just spoken and acted, you have also seen it. Now that she is like this, how can she still live in my city's main house? If she wants to leave, then let her go, neither I nor Second Sister will go looking for trouble with her." Lu Shi stepped forward, softly advising.

  Liu Rong really wanted to find someone to directly kill that little girl, but she had to consider her father and could only swallow a mouthful of bad air. She could have avoided looking for trouble as long as a six-year-old girl could survive on her own.

  Huoxue Ting stood by, lost in thought. Huoxue Man clenched her teeth and vowed that the next time they met, it would be the end of that little thing!

  Liu Guan's family blocked his master, frowning and looking out the door, sighing, the feeling of releasing a tiger back to the mountain lingered on.

  When Huo Tianhua got rid of those people and ran out, Mu Qingfeng's figure was nowhere to be seen. He looked around at the bustling streets, let out a deep sigh, and the worry between his eyebrows couldn't be dispersed.

  That mysterious and powerful man will definitely come back for his daughter.

  When the time comes...

  Huo Tianhua couldn't bear to imagine the scene, his face gloomy as he turned back to Liu Guanjia and said: "Liu Bo, her life or death is tied to the survival of our entire family. No matter what, I must know her news."

  Unfortunately, Huo Tianhua was just a small city lord, and the small Tiān Yuè City couldn't even be covered by his single hand, let alone the vast continent. How difficult it was to find someone who had deliberately left.

  At this time, Mu Qingfeng was sitting in a restaurant in the city, looking at the plain congee in front of him with a sense of helplessness.

  Her body had gone too long without food, and she was also barely holding on as she walked from the city lord's manor to the restaurant, ordering a bowl of plain congee to soothe her stomach first.

  After drinking the plain porridge, Mu Qingfeng felt a bit more comfortable and asked the shopkeeper when paying: "Excuse me, is there anywhere around here where I can read books?"

  A frail and weak six-year-old little girl, with a smile so innocent and lovely that ordinary people would generally be unable to resist. The shopkeeper affectionately rubbed Mu Qingfeng's head: "Little girl, where are your parents?"

  Mu Qingfeng lowered his head and did not respond.

  The shopkeeper also didn't ask much, this little girl is probably sneaking out of her house, isn't she?

  "Go out of our restaurant and walk along the street, you can see it. There is a bookstore there." The shopkeeper was a kind-hearted but unsympathetic person, smiled and told the location of the bookstore.

  "Thank you." Mu Qingfeng thanked him and handed a copper coin to the shopkeeper, then quickly left the restaurant.

  The most important thing for her now is to understand this world, she must also urgently know what kind of place she has come to.

  "Heh heh, what a clever girl." A voice that was somewhat ethereal and seemed to be both coldly mocking and admiring at the same time sounded in Mu Qingfeng's ear.

  Mu Qingfeng's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

  She looked around, but there was nothing.

  Is it an auditory hallucination?

  Mù Qīngfēng furrowed his brow, his pupils gradually deepening.

  "I'm over here." The voice came again.

  Mochi's gaze suddenly shifted, but what appeared in her line of sight was not a human being, but a wisp of a ghost. It looked about fifty years old, with tiger-like eyes wide open and thick eyebrows raised, exuding an aura of ferocity. At this moment, looking at her, there was a dark and gloomy expression, with an inexplicable anger burning within.

  Mochi closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked the old man up and down before stretching out a small hand to beckon him over.

  The old man raised an eyebrow, this little girl was interesting. Looking at the state of his soul, he didn't seem to be panicked either. He wanted to see what she was going to do, so thinking like that, he leaned his body closer to her hand.

  Mochi gently reached out to touch the old man, her small hand passing through his body, confirming that he was in a spiritual state and couldn't harm her. Only then did she turn around and walk away towards the back of the street.

  She was eager to know what kind of world this is, and she didn't care about the old man being human or ghost.

  "Damn it." The old man endured and endured, but couldn't help bursting out a foul word he had learned from the King of Hell, "You, you, you stand still for me!"

  Mu Qingfeng didn't respond, fortunately the distance between the bookshop and the restaurant wasn't far, she quickly stepped into the bookshop.

  In this ancient and elegant library, row upon row of bamboo scrolls were lined up. After Mu Qingfeng entered, a middle-aged man wearing a black long gown smiled and approached: "Little one, reading books?"

  "Excuse me, are there any records of mainland history or unofficial histories?"

  "Of course there is, but can little dolls understand words?" The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the five or six-year-old girl in front of him, without any condescending attitude.

  "Looks familiar." Mu Qingfeng smiled, the street construction here was similar to that of ancient Huaxia. The signs along the way were in traditional characters, but not difficult to recognize.

  The middle-aged man nodded and walked to a bookcase, took out two bamboo slips and handed them to Mu Qingfeng: "Want to read it here?"

  "Ah, thank you." Mu Qingfeng nodded and took the bamboo scroll to a table in the corner, slowly unrolling it and carefully examining this world.

  The old man in the spiritual state had always been following Mu Qingfeng, about two meters away, sometimes frowning, sometimes grinning, and sometimes muttering to himself.

  Mo Qingfeng regarded him as nothing, and was wholeheartedly immersed in this new world.

  Two hours later, Mu Qingfeng finally pulled out the head that had been buried in his memories, with a look of admiration in his eyes. What a vast and complex world full of challenges!

  Bang!

  Mù Light Wind's head was suddenly hit, neither light nor heavy, but enough to instantly crush her heartfelt admiration and expectations for the future.

  Mu Qingfeng clenched her teeth and looked over, only to see the old soul's eyes glaring at her: "It's all because of you that I've ended up like this. Speak, how do you plan on compensating me?"

  Mu Qingfeng furrowed his brow, with a faint glint in the depths of his eyes: "Are you crazy?"

  Neurosis?!

  Three words struck the old man's nerves, and he jumped three feet high, blowing his beard and glaring: "If it weren't for you, this freak, forcibly reincarnating and causing a space distortion, I would have gone to play in the new world long ago!"