Before the house is confiscated, the enemy's warehouse is emptied and exiled

For the next two or three days, the sky seemed to have a big hole in it, the rain continued to pour down, the wind was howling, and lightning and thunder continued.

The world outside the cave entrance fell into darkness, where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, and people's vision could only extend a few feet away.

The officials were helpless in the face of the bad weather and could only let the prisoners rest on the spot.

For these exiles, this was undoubtedly a rare opportunity to catch their breath. They enjoyed this leisure to the fullest and would rather lie down than sit.

However, as the surplus food in the hands of the officials became less and less, the daily rations they issued also became less and less, and were not enough to eat.

The people of the Zhao and Wu families were starving all day long. In desperation, they had to take out the little change left in their bags and buy some steamed buns from the officials to fill their stomachs.

While chewing on their steamed buns, they looked at the Shen and Liu families with envy and jealousy.

But what can be done?

Who would be willing to give away food, as precious as life? Moreover, in Shen Qingge's opinion, most of them did not deserve sympathy, and could even be said to be dispensable, and he was too lazy to even give them a second glance.

In order to recover their strength, the prisoners usually lay down to sleep immediately after eating. Occasionally, when they had some free time, they would gather together to chat, but most of the time they would just close their eyes and rest.

As for the fifth prince Xiao Heng, there is no need to worry about him.

He was surrounded by a group of guards and servants, and the supplies he carried were sufficient. Therefore, there was nothing that would make him hungry except the food he was not used to or did not want to eat, which he gave to his servants as a reward.

He originally wanted to ask Yun Yi to send some food to the Shen family, but Shen Qingge always made excuses, saying that he was afraid that too many people would see them and expose their close relationship, which would arouse suspicion, so he gave up.

However, Shen Qingge would occasionally secretly give him some "Snow Grass Water" when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.

After drinking it, Xiao Heng felt that the toxicity in his body was suppressed very well. Even his knees no longer cramped as frequently and violently as before. He felt very relieved and grateful.

As for Shen Qingge, she had been acting out of character these past two days. Apart from getting up to eat, she spent the rest of her time curled up in a corner to rest, causing the Shen family to think that she was sick.

At first, the sisters-in-law kept asking her about her well-being, but in the end, they realized that she was too tired and let her go.

In fact, Shen Qingge just sneaked into the space to read books at night, which caused him to be very sleepy during the day.

Her first choice was to find some martial arts manuals that recorded martial arts techniques and cultivation methods. Although she had practiced martial arts for many years, she knew very little about these secret manuals and techniques. She wanted to take this opportunity to improve her cultivation and realm.

When she picked up a secret book titled "The Sweet Rain of Good Dharma," a strange aura hit her. She carefully opened the pages, and found them covered with densely packed words and patterns, profound and mysterious.

She studied it word by word for a long time, but still could not understand the profound meaning, so she decided to study the secret formula first.

Then, she sat down cross-legged in the middle of the attic, placed her hands on her knees, gathered her energy into her dantian, and was about to silently recite the mantras in the book.

But the next moment, the cloud pattern mark on her chest flashed darkly, and she was sucked into a void illusion.

In this dreamlike world, a mountain range, stained in black and blue, resembles a winding dragon. Between the mountains, clouds and mist linger, creating a fairyland. Where the mountains wind around, they converge into a deep, crystal-clear pool.

The ink-stained color of the mountains slowly drips into the pool from the foot of the mountain. The moment it meets the clear pool water, it first separates into thin ink threads, which slowly interweave to form lifelike ink flowers, layered and crisscrossed, which is extremely beautiful.

Shen Qingge's body was quietly suspended above the pool of water, as light as a feather, without any weight at all.

This showed that her consciousness was completely immersed in the illusion, but her body still remained in the jade pendant space.

At this moment, a wonderful scene appeared before her eyes.

Directly in front of her, within her sight, a scroll meticulously drawn with golden thread floated in mid-air. This mysterious scroll slowly unfurled, its golden characters gleaming and shimmering like living creatures.

Immediately afterwards, these characters flew towards Shen Qingge like a group of golden butterflies and quickly merged into her brows.

Shen Qingge instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that his consciousness was imprisoned by some invisible force in the illusion and he could not move at all.

Then, those golden characters continuously poured into her consciousness, making her feel an indescribable sense of fulfillment. It felt as if a powerful current of air was constantly swirling and surging within her body, as if it was about to break free from the constraints of her body.

At the same time, her five senses became unusually sharp, as if they had been unleashed and amplified infinitely. She could clearly perceive the subtle changes in her surroundings, even the sound of the breeze brushing against the water. This feeling was both exhilarating and difficult for her to adapt to.

About two hours later, Shen Qingge finally felt that the powerful airflow gradually subsided, and her consciousness began to slowly return to her body.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that her forehead was already covered with dense beads of sweat, and she looked exhausted as if she had just experienced a fierce battle.

She hurried to the well and drank a few big gulps of the spiritual spring water. After resting for a while, she felt some energy had been restored.

Seeing this, Shui Qilin quickly ran towards her, his voice filled with anxiety:

"Those scrolls contain ancient secret manuals, and the divine skills contained within them are extremely powerful. Even if your bloodline is particularly special, you cannot force the practice. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. We must proceed step by step."

Shen Qingge recalled the slightly thrilling experience just now and realized that he had been a little too reckless.

But she still pretended to be relaxed and said to Shui Qilin: "Don't worry, I have drunk the spiritual spring water and I feel better now!

Don't worry, from now on, I will follow your advice and take a good rest for the next two days. I will definitely not act so rashly next time."

The Water Qilin was relieved when it heard her say that, but it still said angrily that it would keep an eye on Shen Qingge and not let her do anything wrong.

Shen Qingge kept saying "Okay, okay" as she left the space. She had been away for too long and was afraid of being discovered.

She tiptoed into the bed and was about to lie down to rest, but was surprised to find subtle changes in her body.

At this moment, she could not only hear the faint whispers in the crowd, but could even distinguish the rustling sounds of insects crawling in the heavy rain ten feet away.

Her five senses were awakened!