Chapter 273: Parrot Granny

“You can’t go! You can’t go!” Feng Qingquan stopped Shi Feizhe.

“No need to lead the way, I can find it myself.” Shi Feizhe said to him, “Don’t worry, we have a rule in Yangzhou, we don’t take a single needle or thread.”

Feng Qingquan stood in front of him, blocking him anxiously, and said, “Except for a needle and thread, you want everything else, right?”

Shi Feizhe looked at Feng Qingquan who was blocking him, and said, “That’s slander against us. I could clearly come in without anyone knowing, but I still have to tell you. I have principles.”

“You…” Feng Qingquan was about to say something else when he saw a blur in front of his eyes, and Shi Feizhe disappeared.

He turned his head and saw that Shi Feizhe was already behind him. Only then did he realize that Shi Feizhe, who looked like he had no cultivation, might have such high cultivation that he couldn’t see it.

At this time, some of the other people in the manor had gone out and hadn’t returned, while those in the manor were all hiding, for fear of being affected by the martial artists’ fight.

At this time, he was the only one in the Human-Demon World family.

“Don’t go!” Feng Qingquan used his movement technique to chase after him, and saw that Shi Feizhe’s figure was like a phantom. Whenever he caught up, he would flash to the distance.

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

The library is located in a garden surrounded by lush trees. The tall building is divided into three floors, with a simple and elegant appearance, the base is made of stone, and the building is made of wood.

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

Shi Feizhe pushed open the door and saw a huge wooden table in the center of the spacious hall. There were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, as well as several stacks of books.

Around the wooden table were rows upon rows of bookshelves, filled with various ancient books, from miscellaneous essays and scriptures to customs of demons – everything imaginable. The aisles between the bookshelves were only wide enough for one person to pass, making them very cramped.

“You can’t enter here! This is our family’s library!” Feng Qingquan ran up to Shi Feizhe, blocking his way and saying.

“But the knowledge inside doesn’t belong to your family! I’m just taking a look. Knowledge only has meaning when someone reads it.” Shi Feizhe picked up a random essay and said, “Sorry, I’m going to unveil the secrets of history.”

“Why is it so noisy?!” A mind transmission floated down from upstairs, sounding like a very old woman.

“Ah Quan, what are you making a fuss about again?!”

“Granny! A thief has entered our house and wants to read our books!” Feng Qingquan shouted towards the upper floor.

He suddenly remembered that Parrot Granny had lived for who knows how long, she should also be a Great Demon, right?

“Hey! You little brat are slandering me again. What do you mean by a thief? I’m openly reading your family’s books, how can that be considered stealing? Stealing knowledge doesn’t count as stealing!” Shi Feizhe said, “At most, I’m a refined scholar!”

“Oh~ So it’s someone who wants to read books! Ah Quan, books are meant to be read, and stories are meant to be told. What’s the big deal? Stop bothering me, I’m going to take a nap.” Parrot Granny said in her aged voice.

“…” Feng Qingquan was speechless. Why were the old folks in his family so unreliable?!

He couldn’t control Shi Feizhe anymore, so he went straight up to the third floor and saw a blue and gold macaw with thinning feathers standing on the perch of its cage, sleeping with its eyes closed.

Her feathers were a deep blue. She was very old, so her feathers might not be as bright and eye-catching as they were when she was young, but they still maintained a mature luster.

Its head was deep yellow, with a circle of white feathers around its eyes.

“Granny… that person is a troublesome guest!” Feng Qingquan whispered.

“I know! Granny can’t fight, let him be. If he gets angry, he might just tear down our house.” Granny continued in a very experienced tone:

“Besides, he’s just reading a few books, not stealing them. We’re not losing anything. Calm down!”

From her tone, it was clear that she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Hiss…

After listening to Parrot Granny’s analysis as an old Jianghu hand, Feng Qingquan realized that they hadn’t actually suffered any loss.

This library was full of miscellaneous talks and anecdotes, as well as handwritten records from their predecessors, but there were no martial arts manuals.

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And Shi Feizhe had been polite and courteous the entire time, never resorting to force.

If he had Shi Feizhe’s level of cultivation, would he really be able to speak so pleasantly?

He would probably just kill the person with a single palm strike, take the scrolls, and read them however he wanted, so as not to be bothered.

“I presume you are Parrot Granny!”

Feng Qingquan was still lost in thought when Shi Feizhe’s voice suddenly came from behind him, startling him.

How could this person walk without making a sound!

“Indeed, I am!” Parrot Granny tilted her head as she looked at Shi Feizhe, communicating through mind transmission.

Even now, she could only hear Shi Feizhe’s voice but couldn’t sense his Qi.

Just now, she had only heard the conversation between Feng Qingquan and Shi Feizhe from upstairs, which is why she used mind transmission to advise Feng Qingquan not to pester Shi Feizhe.

If she closed her eyes, she wouldn’t even feel Shi Feizhe’s presence.

What terrifying cultivation!

She remarked inwardly.

In a very short time, Shi Feizhe had scanned through all the books in the library. The content matched the records in the Great Cai Armory, so he went up to the third floor.

He looked at the giant macaw in front of him, about a few dozen centimeters tall. She stood on a horizontal bar, occasionally spreading her massive wings.

The average lifespan of a cat is fifteen years, yet there was Master Cat, a great demon who had lived for hundreds of years.

So how long could a parrot, known for its longevity, live?

Especially a parrot with great demon cultivation.

“May I ask, Parrot Granny, how old are you this year?” Shi Feizhe inquired.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I simply can’t remember.” Parrot Granny said in her aged voice, “When the Cai Dynasty was still around, I had already lived for a very, very long time.”

“Year after year, time passes so quickly.”

“At first, I would still keep track of the centuries. Now, I’m too lazy to even bother.”

“Every year is pretty much the same, so what’s the point of remembering?” Parrot Granny said.

Many short-lived beings envy those with long lifespans, but they don’t realize that those who live long lives watch their family and friends die, and the world changes into something they no longer understand.

Then, every day becomes a torment.

Living purely for the sake of living.

Although Parrot Granny didn’t explicitly state this, she did convey another meaning: that every year was pretty much the same.

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

Time was changing, but she didn’t feel the changes.

“I wonder if Parrot Granny knows the history of the ‘Le’ Dynasty?” Shi Feizhe asked directly.

Parrot Granny perked up.