Feng Xingzhi sat in front of the pear-wood octagonal table and poured himself a cup of tea. Soon, wisps of mist curled up in the room, filling it with the fragrant aroma of tea.
Feng Xingzhi flipped his palm, and his sleeve slid up, revealing his fair and slender wrist. A spiritual light flashed in his palm, and a bamboo flute quietly floated there. He played a tune to summon the blue bird. The melodious sound of the flute was clear and gentle. Only to see fine ripples in the air, gradually disappearing.
Half a cup of tea's time passed, but Feng Xingzhi still didn't see the blue bird.
His slender and elegant fingers gently rubbed against the edge of the cup. The tea leaves slowly unfurled in the white jade cup, emitting a delicate fragrance.
Feng Xingzhi looked up, his brows slightly furrowed. He suddenly felt something was wrong, and a hint of worry flashed across his eyes. There was a barrier in the Jiang Mansion. Could it be that the blue bird was captured by Jiang Yaoji? What if the letter was read?
At this moment, the "dong dong" sound of knocking on the door interrupted Feng Xingzhi's train of thought. He looked in the direction of the sound. Outside the door stood a charming young girl whose figure was outlined by the gauze dress. The sunlight shone through the wooden door with diamond patterns, faintly revealing a graceful silhouette.
"Brother Feng, are you in?" Jiang Yaoji's voice was as sweet as a warbler's, making one feel weak at the knees.
Feng Xingzhi concealed his emotions and resumed his usual aloof demeanor. He got up and walked towards the door. Sure enough, he saw Jiang Yaoji holding the blue bird in her arms.
Seeing the dying state of the blue bird, a flash of displeasure quickly crossed Feng Xingzhi's eyes. He deliberately looked at the blue bird, with a puzzled look on his face: "Why is this bird in your hands..."
Jiang Yaoji raised her hand. The listless blue bird lay in her palm, like a naughty child waiting to be claimed by its parents.
Jiang Yaoji held the blue bird in her hands and let out a soft laugh. Her eyes curved into crescents, and her long eyelashes fluttered: "There's a barrier in the Jiang Mansion, but this little bird kept crashing into it, as if it wanted to fly in. As a result, it was seriously injured by the barrier. I saw a letter tied to its body. I thought this bird was looking for Brother Feng, so I brought it to you."
Feng Xingzhi carefully took the blue bird and nodded slightly at her coldly: "Thank you for your trouble."
Jiang Yaoji shook her head, looking nonchalant: "It's just a small matter. It's not any trouble."
"Thank you. Then I'll go and treat it first." Feng Xingzhi nodded at her.
"Okay, Brother Feng, go quickly! If there's anything I can do to help, feel free to come to me."
"Okay." Feng Xingzhi turned around and walked back into the room, closing the door behind him.
Jiang Yaoji looked at the closed door. Her smile immediately faded, and a hint of venomousness appeared in her eyes. She was like a beautiful but poisonous flower bud blooming quietly in the scorching sun.
Feng Xingzhi placed the blue bird on the table and reached out to stroke its body. A white light shone where his hand touched.
After a thorough examination, Feng Xingzhi found that the blue bird was seriously injured. He circulated his qi to treat it, but the blue bird's body was like a leaking water tank. The spiritual power he sent in kept leaking out, and the effect was minimal.
Feng Xingzhi had no choice. All things in the world were born with qi. If the essence qi was exhausted, it would surely die. He decided to protect its body first and then turned his attention to the letter tube on the blue bird. The bamboo tube was sealed with wax and showed no signs of being damaged.
Feng Xingzhi took out the letter paper. The familiar handwriting came into view. He quickly scanned through it.
The general idea was that Ji Yunxi said she had contacted Jing Weiwei and Zhao Qingcang and informed them of what had happened recently, asking them to be more vigilant. She also said that she was already on her way with Qing Xuan and was going to cooperate with Feng Xingzhi from within and without.
He lifted the lampshade and adjusted the wick. The flame danced on the red candle, devouring the letter paper, which soon turned into ashes.
Feng Xingzhi walked to the corridor and stood there straight as a pine. Leaning on the railing, he looked into the distance. What greeted his eyes was a lush and vibrant scene.
There was a pool in the yard, surrounded by jagged rocks. The water was so clear that the bottom could be seen. There was also a century-old pear tree beside the pool. The pear blossoms fluttered down like snow and floated on the water surface.
Feng Xingzhi summoned his sword. Spiritual power surged around him, and his clothes fluttered. Sensing the master's spiritual power, the sword also trembled slightly in excitement.
The white pear blossoms floated around him and didn't fall for a long time. Only to see Feng Xingzhi raise his sleeve. There were several "bang" sounds on the pool surface, and splashes of water rose up.
The birds in the tree flew away in all directions at the sound, chirping.
Feng Xingzhi's figure was elegant and light as a wild goose. The sword moved with his body. He kicked into the air, and every move was clean and neat. Finally, he landed steadily.
Feng Xingzhi reached out and caught a pear blossom. A faint smile played on his lips. He was like the bright moon hanging high in the forest, cold and elegant.
His divine power had already recovered. However, when Feng Xingzhi thought of Jiang Yaoji, the aura around him instantly turned colder. Was that letter really written by Ji Yunxi? Had Jiang Yaoji seen its contents? Moreover, the blue bird was injured, and he couldn't send a message to Ji Yunxi.
It seemed that he had to act carefully.
Estimating that the Luzhu was almost recovered from its injury, Feng Xingzhi lifted his foot and walked towards the side wing.
The Luzhu was lying in bed in a daze. Hearing the sound, it immediately sat up: "Master, come in quickly."
Feng Xingzhi sized it up and then asked: "How do you feel?"
The Luzhu patted its chest and smiled proudly: "I feel fully recovered and can move freely."
Feng Xingzhi nodded: "That's good. Listen to my arrangements for the next things. Don't act rashly."
"Okay, master. Do we have to wait for Ji Yunxi's news before we act?"
"Okay." Feng Xingzhi nodded.
The Luzhu was reluctant and asked Feng Xingzhi: "Master, why do you trust Ji Yunxi so much? She clearly wants to take your divine power."
Feng Xingzhi put his index finger and middle finger together and gently tapped. A golden light shone on the Luzhu, and a magic formation appeared faintly. Four translucent golden chains extended from all directions and converged. There were dense runes around.
"This strange seal in your body will change your memory. Even if you don't trust Ji Yunxi, don't you trust me?"
The Luzhu quickly showed its loyalty: "Of course I'll listen to you, master. Don't worry. I'll treat her just as I treat you."
This appearance made Feng Xingzhi laugh: "Try to contact the secret guards of the Dream Flower Pavilion. Now that the blue bird is injured, my communication with her has been interrupted."
The Luzhu closed its eyes slightly, concentrating its gaze. It made hand seals, and a beam of light gathered at its fingertips: "Go!"
After trying several times, it couldn't contact anyone at all!
Feng Xingzhi didn't have much hope in the first place. He wasn't too disappointed to see this result, but his worry increased a bit more.