Chapter 273 Parrot Grandma

"You can't go! You can't go!" Feng Qingquan stopped Shi Feizhe.

"No need to lead the way, I can find the way by myself." Shi Feizhe said to him: "Don't worry, we have regulations in Yangzhou, not to take a needle or a thread."

Feng Qingquan stood in front of him and said anxiously: "Except for every stitch and thread, everything else, right?"

Shi Feizhe looked at Feng Qingquan who was standing in front of him and said, "That's a slander against us. I can come in without anyone noticing, but I still have to tell you. I'm very principled."

"You..." Feng Qingquan was about to say something else, but he saw a blur of flowers in front of his eyes, and Shi Feizhe disappeared.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shi Feizhe already behind him. Only then did he realize that Shi Feizhe, who seemed to have no cultivation, was probably not so cultivated that he couldn't tell.

Now some other people in the manor have gone out and have not returned, while those in the manor are hiding for fear of being affected by the fighting between warriors.

At this time, he was the only one in the family of shemales.

"Don't leave!" Feng Qingquan spread out his body skills to catch up, and saw Shi Feizhe's figure like a phantom. Whenever he caught up, he would flash into the distance.

By the time he finally caught up with Shi Feizhe, he had already arrived at the library.

The library is in a garden surrounded by lush trees. The high-rise building is divided into three floors, with a simple and elegant appearance, with stone as the base and wood as the building body.

The exterior walls are covered with traces of time, the roof is covered with blue tiles, and wind chimes hang under the eaves. When the wind blows, they make a pleasant ringing sound.

Shi Feizhe opened the door and saw a huge wooden table placed in the center of the spacious hall. On the wooden table were pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and several stacks of books.

Surrounding the wooden table are circles of bookshelves filled with all kinds of ancient books, ranging from miscellany, scriptures to monster customs. The aisle between the bookshelves was very crowded with only one person passing by.

"You can't enter here! This is our library!" Feng Qingquan ran up to Shi Feizhe and stopped him.

"But the knowledge inside is not yours! I just took a look. Knowledge is meaningful because there are people who read it." Shi Feizhe picked up a miscellaneous book and said, "Sorry, I want to unravel the veil of history."

"Why is it so noisy!" A mental voice floated down from upstairs, and the voice sounded like a very old, old woman.

"Aquan, what are you talking about again?"

"Grandma! There's been a thief at home, and he wants to read our books!" Feng Qingquan said to the people upstairs.

He suddenly remembered that Grandma Parrot had lived for who knows how long and must have been a great monster.

"Hey! You kid is slandering me again. What is a thief? How can I be considered a thief when I read your books openly? Stealing knowledge is not considered a thief!" Shi Feizhe said: "At most, I am considered an elegant person!"

"Oh~ So it's someone who wants to read a book! Ah Quan, books are for people to read, and stories are also for people to listen to. What's the point? Stop disturbing me, I'm going to take a nap." The old parrot grandma said the voice said.

"..." Feng Qingquan was speechless, why is the old guy at home so unreliable!

He couldn't control Shi Feizhe. Fortunately, he went straight to the third floor and saw a macaw with sparse hair standing on the crossbar of the bird cage, sleeping with his eyes closed.

Her feathers are a deep blue, and she is very old, so her feathers may not be as bright as they were when she was younger, but they still retain a mature sheen.

Its head is dark yellow, with a ring of white feathers surrounding its eyes.

"Grandma...that person is a nasty visitor!" Feng Qingquan said in a low voice.

"I know! Grandma doesn't know how to fight, so let him go. If he gets angry, he will tear our house apart without any hesitation." Grandma continued very tactfully:

"Besides, if you read a few books and don't steal our books, we won't lose much. Calm down!"

It could be seen from her tone that she was not sleepy at all.

hiss……

After listening to Lao Jianghu's analysis, Feng Qingquan discovered that they really had no losses.

This library is full of miscellaneous talks and anecdotes, as well as handwritten notes recorded by ancestors, and there are no martial arts secret books.

Shi Feizhe was polite and did not use force along the way.

If he had Shi Feizhe's level of cultivation, could he really speak in such a nice voice like Shi Feizhe?

I'm afraid I won't just beat the person to death with one palm, then roll the book away and read whatever I want to avoid making noise.

"I guess you are Grandma Parrot!"

Feng Qingquan was still thinking about something, when suddenly Shi Feizhe's voice came from behind, startling him.

Why does this man walk without making any sound?

"Yes, I am!" Grandma Parrot tilted her head and looked at Shi Feizhe, saying in her mind.

Even now, she could only hear Shi Feizhe's words, but could not feel Shi Feizhe's breath.

She just heard the conversation between Feng Qingquan and Shi Feizhe upstairs, so she sent a message to Feng Qingquan not to pester Shi Feizhe.

If you close your eyes, you won't feel Shi Feizhe in front of you at all.

What a terrifying cultivation level!

She commented in her mind.

Shi Feizhe finished scanning the books in the library in a short period of time. The contents in the books were consistent with those recorded in Da Cai's arsenal, so he came to the third floor.

He looked at the huge macaw in front of him, which was about a few dozen centimeters tall. She stood on the crossbar, occasionally spreading her huge wings.

The average lifespan of a cat is fifteen years, and some cats can be hundreds of years old like Uncle Cat.

So how long can a parrot, which is known for its longevity, live?

Especially a parrot with the cultivation of a great demon.

"I wonder how old you are this year, Grandma Parrot?" Shi Feizhe asked.

"It's not that I won't tell you, but I can't remember it either." Grandma Parrot said in an old voice: "When Cai was still alive, I lived for a very long time."

"Year after year, it passed very quickly."

"At the beginning, I would remember hundreds of years, hundreds of years. Now I'm too lazy to remember."

"Every year is almost the same, what does it matter whether I remember it or not?" Grandma Parrot said.

Many short-lived people envy those who live long, but they don't know that those who live long have seen their family and friends around them die, and the world has become something they don't understand.

Then every day is a torment.

Live purely for the sake of living.

Although Grandma Parrot didn't reveal this meaning, she revealed another meaning, that is, every year is almost the same.

Last year was like this year, the year before was like this year, ten years ago was like this year, and a hundred years ago was like this year.

Time is changing, but I have never felt the change of time.

"I wonder if Grandma Parrot knows the history of 'music'?" Shi Feizhe said straight to the point.

Grandma Parrot is here.