Vigorous and powerful hands touched the animal pattern handle of the thick door, and then the door was slowly pushed open, and a strong white light poured out from the crack in the door.
Hu Jingfeng squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the sudden bright light.
"Grandpa Hu." A gentle voice sounded in the room, with a hint of uneasiness.
"Yes." Hu Jingfeng responded and dimmed the brightness of the Lingzhu lamp at the door, and the light in the entire room immediately became much softer.
This is a secret room of nearly 100 square meters. It looks like a secret room. Under the light of the Lingzhu lamp, all the wall furniture shows a deep color. These deep images are stacked together, making the entire secret room
It seems heavy and depressing.
On the left side of the secret room is a large oak table, as thick as a sleeping brown bear. A woman in light green clothes stands behind the table, with a beautiful appearance and a gentle expression, like a lily of the valley dotted in this dull secret room.
.She looked at Hu Jingfeng's approaching figure, her beautiful eyes full of expectation and worry.
Hu Jingfeng came to the table and made a sit down gesture to the girl.
Seeing the girl sitting down, Hu Jingfeng also sat down opposite her, took the tea that the girl poured for him, took a sip, and said: "I have a friend who has some contacts with overseas cultivators. If you are willing,
I can take you out to sea." His voice was cold and clean, and occasionally had a distant feeling.
The gentle-looking woman bit her lower lip gently, looking reluctant.
Hu Jingfeng looked at the girl's expression and said calmly: "Put down that idea of yours, it's unrealistic."
"Did grandpa die in vain?" The girl's soft voice revealed a sense of grief, anger and stubbornness.
"Daxing Palace has killed as many as 80,000 people over the years." Hu Jingfeng's words reveal the cruelty of reality.
The girl still shook her head slightly and said: "I want revenge." Her voice was very soft, but it revealed an unyielding determination.
Hu Jingfeng glanced at her, said nothing, and drank tea slowly.
The room became extremely quiet, with only the gentle sound of drinking tea.
The girl hesitated for a moment and begged: "You and grandpa are close friends. Grandpa often says that you are upright and honest. This time grandpa is in trouble. I really have no choice. Please help me."
Hu Jingfeng remained silent and drank tea calmly.
The look on the girl's face changed, and she looked closely at Hu Jingfeng's face.
When the cup of tea was gone, Hu Jingfeng slowly put down the tea cup and said softly: "What step can you take to get revenge?"
There was a moment of confusion on the girl's face, and then she said firmly: "I can do anything, even death, but I have to avenge my grandfather."
Hu Jingfeng looked at the girl's young face, and his eyes suddenly became distant, just like the strange sounds he occasionally made.
"There are many things more terrible than death, and many things more precious than life."
A thought flashed across my mind like a shooting star, like a decree from a god, cold and emotionless.
Hu Jingfeng took out a slip of meaning from the elephant ring, placed it gently on the dark brown table, pushed it in front of the girl, and said: "This is an artistic conception originating from the Wanliu era. It is a very powerful item.
Weapons, but after practicing, you will no longer be you."
There is a needle on the tail of Huangfeng, and the moon is floating in the eyes.
This sentence came to Hu Jingfeng's mind. This is the ancient people's evaluation of this artistic conception.
The moon-white slip emits a faint light under the lamplight, with two enchanting little characters engraved on it - peach blossom.
A pale and delicate little hand slowly reached towards Yi Jian.
In Hu Jingfeng's bottomless eyes, a trace of microwave rippled gently, like a traceless floating cloud.
…
After leaving the secret room, walk along the narrow and long passage. After about three hundred meters, a wooden staircase appears in front of you. Follow the wooden ladder all the way up. After about thirty or forty meters of walking, a wooden door appears in front of you.
.
There is a relief sculpture of an ancient strange beast carved on the door. According to legend, this beast likes to eat the three souls of humans and is a frequent visitor to hell. Under the lighting artistic conception, several soul-rending fangs float with cold eyes.
Glimmer, ferocious and terrifying.
Press your index finger lightly on the seventh tooth on the upper right side of the relief, and the door will open silently.
Hu Jingfeng strode out of the door and appeared in a bright room in an instant. Looking at the layout of the room, it was also a room, clean and fresh, with a smell of rolls.
The door behind him slowly closed and soon returned to a light yellow frame.
Hu Jingfeng came to the table, sat quietly on the beige armchair, closed his eyes and thought deeply.
Occasionally, there were a few sounds of insects and birds outside the window, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of the clock, making this quiet afternoon seem extremely leisurely.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing.
Hu Jingfeng opened his eyes in awe, and saw a middle-aged man in brown clothes standing by the window. His messy beard and hair showed exhaustion. He stood slanted by the window, as if he smelled of wind and sand.
Hu Jingfeng looked rather hesitant and said, "What are you doing here?"
"I need money." The man in brown clothes took a few steps closer. His steps were not regular, but they made people feel very balanced. "There will be an auction in Manrengoulian in two days. Is there anything I need?"
"Zilin Rong?" Hu Jingfeng seemed to know him very well.
"Not bad." The man in brown clothes nodded expressionlessly.
Hu Jingfeng took out a money card from the drawer and threw it to the man in brown clothes, saying, "If Zi Linrong still fails, what are you going to do?"
"Keep looking, there will always be a way." The man in brown clothes replied casually, took out his money card and started to transfer money.
Hu Jingfeng looked at the other person and said: "You must have a certain level of love. In the past two years, you have made yourself look less like a human being and a ghost than a ghost for the sake of your nephew. All major events have been delayed."
The middle-aged man said nothing and threw the money card back to Hu Jingfeng.
Hu Jingfeng took the money card and glanced at it, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face, and said, "Why did you draw such a small amount? Zi Linrong is considered a rare treasure, is this small amount of money enough?"
The middle-aged man said: "I intercepted the money on my last errand."
"That trip to He Shang Yuan?" Hu Jingfeng's face was slightly cold.
The man in brown clothes nodded and said nothing.
"How much was cut off?" Hu Jingfeng's face became more and more gloomy.
"Except for those that are difficult to cash out, everything else has been cut off."
A trace of anger burned in Hu Jingfeng's eyes, but he quickly cooled down and said calmly: "Don't intercept Hang Jiu's things casually. There are many storms during this period. It's not worth taking the risk for such a small profit. If you are short of money, you can come here
I, Xiaomo, have also watched him grow up, and I will not ignore his affairs."
The man in brown clothes smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and floated out of the window like smoke, escaped into the forest, and quickly disappeared.
Hu Jingfeng sat silently looking at the scenery outside the window. There was a trace of waves in his deep eyes, but he soon calmed down, like a dark ancient well with no bottom.
Hu Jingfeng sat quietly for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the door.
It was a quiet and dry afternoon. The sunlight poured down from the empty and monotonous sky, flowing on Hu Jingfeng's black robe. He raised his eyes and looked at the quiet jungle around him, and then quickly stepped onto the pebbled path.
, walked towards the light gray building in the distance.
This building is called the Bafeng Building. It is the tallest building in the Chili Branch. The administrative center and some important research laboratories in the hospital are located in this building. Hu Jingfeng's office is on the top floor of the Bafeng Building, the highest place in the hospital.
It was a large room of nearly 200 square meters, but most of it was separated and used as a living room. The office only occupied less than 40 square meters. The light blue walls and roof made this simple office still look beautiful.
It seems empty.
As soon as Hu Jingfeng sat down at the black desk, his assistant Shen Yiguang handed over a document. After Hu Jingfeng flipped through it, his brows furrowed.
This is a big-character poster signed by Lin Fu. Judging from its content, Lin Fu is accusing the admissions examination of the Chili Branch that there is unfairness and fraud, and clearly points out that the person involved in the fraud is named Zhang Fengyin - "I don't understand a thing."
"The little boy".
"This big-character poster was posted all over the street, and it had a bad impact. I also found the test papers for that day's exam and attached them to the back of the big-character poster."
Hu Jingfeng said "hmm", turned to the two test papers at the back and started reading.
The first thing I saw was the one signed Zhang Fengyin.
Judging from the test questions, this test question is obviously difficult. A single line is extremely exaggerated, going into the clouds and mist, and has no boundaries. Judging from the candidates' answers, although the artistic conception of the adaptation is not powerful, the overall
The adaptation, the conception is clear and clear, and the calculations are accurate and reasonable. It is obvious that this candidate's theoretical foundation is much better than that of his peers, and there is no problem with his shortlisting.
But Hu Jingfeng discovered something else in these lines. This candidate's line style had changed too much.
Generally speaking, when practitioners compile six drawings, the style of their lines always tends to be biased, either to be long and close to the celestial phenomena, or to be strong in controlling shapes, or to be dense in witchcraft, but this is called
The line style of Zhang Fengyin's candidates does not capture any bias at all, and even has many structures with very unfamiliar styles.
Hu Jingfeng himself has studied Wanliu artistic conception, and has been exposed to many artistic conception styles. However, in this flat structure, he can actually see unfamiliar structures, and they are used very reasonably. He cannot help but be curious.
"This Zhang Fengyin, which research laboratory is he in now?" Hu Jingfeng asked while continuing to read the structure.
"Integrated Research Laboratory."
"Co-edited?" Hu Jingfeng raised his head and frowned slightly, "What the hell? Why are you in that shabby research room?"
"He chose it himself. Several key research laboratories wanted to recruit him, but he only liked this laboratory." Shen Yiguang's tone and expression were still calm, but he felt a little unsatisfied in his heart. Thinking of the hardships he had when he first entered the Chili Branch, he felt that
This ungrateful Zhang Fengyin couldn't stand it for some reason.
Hu Jingfeng nodded slightly and said nothing. He opened the examination paper at the bottom and looked at it twice before his face turned pale.
The question structure of this examination paper is clear and the lines are relatively reasonable. It can be seen at a glance that this adaptation is definitely not too difficult, especially when compared with the examination paper above.
"Who asked these questions?"
"It's researcher He Gucheng from Wanliu Research Laboratory."
"Hmph, why didn't he just draw a artistic conception for the candidates?" Hu Jingfeng's tone was quite unkind. He wrote a few words on the materials, handed the materials back to Shen Yiguang, and said, "I want to ask."
Shen Yiguang took the information, bowed to Hu Jingfeng and then left.
As Dean Hu's assistant for many years, I knew how to handle this matter without reading the Dean's instructions. Accepting benefits during the admission exam is something that has always happened, but this time He Gucheng went a little too far.
.However, when the matter was revealed to everyone, and with the dean's strong character of holding back and retreating, the result of this matter can only be "nothing was found". In addition, if it is admitted that there was fraud in the examination
, then once those candidates are dissatisfied in the future, they will think of this aspect. This is a trend that must be avoided.dd