newbobooks Chapter 17
Chapter 17
In the VIP room of Tianzihao in Xiao/Xiangguan, a strange silence is spreading.
Wei Yangbing couldn't believe his ears.
The young man in the chair was not angry, contemptuous, nor reprimanded himself like others.
He just let himself go to clean up lightly? !
To some extent, this incident surpassed the understanding of Young Master Wei.
Although he was only a cultivator at the Body Refining Realm, he also knew that what he had just endured was the coercion of the young steward.
And that kind of terrifying coercion, he had only felt it from an uncle general who lived far away.
Mu Feng waited for a long time but didn't see any movement from the other party, so he tapped on the table with his fingers.
Wei Yangbing's heart was shocked suddenly, and there seemed to be a buzzing of Hong Zhong Da Lu in his mind.
The thoughts that were running wildly returned suddenly, and the Lingtai was also clear.
"Ah? Good."
After getting up, Young Master Wei ignored the blood still dripping from his cheek, wiped it carelessly, and began to clean up the mess he had caused in the room.
He didn't bargain or offer to go out and find cleaning tools.
Using only a small amount of spiritual power in his body, he gathered the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground and the leftovers of soup and wine into piles.
Mu Feng has been sitting in the chair watching, with a calm expression on his face, but there is also novelty in his heart.
Things were going even better than he had imagined.
To be precise, it went too smoothly.
But it was good, and it saved him a lot of trouble.
The two remained silent until Wei Yangbing cleaned the whole house.
"Stop making trouble."
Throwing down such a sentence, Mu Feng raised his foot and was about to leave.
Seeing this, Wei Yangbing hurriedly said: "I promise not to make trouble, and I will compensate the broken things according to the price."
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Are you leaving now?"
Mu Feng leaned against the door, looked sideways at the other party: "Just now you have walked through the gate of hell, do you not feel resentful?"
Wei Yangbing stood with his hands down, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his childish face.
"I don't know what's going on, anyway, I think you are much better than them."
Mu Feng didn't know who they were talking about, and he didn't bother to meddle in other people's affairs, so he nodded his chin and was about to reach out to open the door.
But he heard Young Master Wei tentatively asking behind him: "Well, can you hit me again like you did just now?"
Mu Feng shook his palm, and said to himself: This kid must have some special hobbies, right?
Thinking of this, goosebumps came out, and he hurriedly opened the door and left.
Wei Yangbing watched the other party's reaction, and belatedly realized that what he just said was inappropriate.
What he wanted to express was that the moment the other party made a move, he felt deafened.
In that short period of time, I suddenly figured out a lot of things.
I feel that my previous self lived in a muddle, stupid and narrow-minded, and deserved to be looked down upon.
……
In the courtyard of a middle-level manager of the Xiao/Xiang Pavilion.
Seven or eight stewards were pushing cups and changing cups, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"It's still our Boss Du's clever tricks, he can make that Mu Feng go around without eating."
"That's right! He's been alone all day, looking mysterious and mysterious, and he doesn't know what he's pretending to be lofty?"
"Ham, some people are like this, relying on their own ability, they don't take others seriously."
"I really can't wait to know what kind of treatment he has been made by that little devil in the world now? Speaking of it, Boss Du is the best!"
Listening to the clapping and beating of the people around him, Boss Du was obviously very useful.
He half-closed his eyes with a smile, feeling that the wine tonight was extraordinarily mellow.
Just as he was about to say a few words of courtesy, a young servant in Tsing Yi suddenly came rushing from outside the courtyard.
That is the person who came to deliver the news to them.
Without waiting for the boy to catch his breath, a newly promoted manager opened his mouth with a smile.
"Don't worry, take your time, did Mu Feng provoke the little devil? Did you see blood? Did Tian Zihao's house be set on fire?"
After the voice fell, the people around immediately burst into laughter.
It was as if they had seen Mu Feng's frustration with their own eyes.
The little fellow complied, and then spoke in a very embarrassed way.
"It didn't start a fight. Mr. Wei seems to have changed his mind today. Not only did he leave the museum early, but he also said that he would personally send the money for compensation."
Hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded.
Boss Du was the first to come back to his senses, and stared at the boy: "Little Demon King Wei didn't play tricks? Didn't hurt anyone?"
The boy was sweating on his forehead, and said, "The injured one is Mr. Wei, his face was covered in blood when he came out, it was scary."
Everyone immediately felt relieved.
"Is that so, it is estimated that Mu Feng used some means? To force the little devil to compromise."
"Tomorrow we are all waiting to see a good show. If Wei Xiaomowang doesn't bring people to make trouble, I'll go drink the old bustard's footwashing water!"
"..."
The time came quickly the next morning.
Wei Yangbing came as expected.
It's just that he neither brought people to make trouble, nor did he use his ancestor's name to suppress people as before.
After paying back the money, he very politely expressed his desire to ask to see Steward Mu.
After being rejected, he didn't just leave, but helped out in the lobby.
The whole person looked very sick.
A group of stewards who were waiting to watch the show were dumbfounded.
Seeing Little Demon King Wei walking around, he was afraid that he would be possessed by something unclean and become like him.
After hearing about this, Mu Feng didn't pay any attention to it.
At this moment, he had just walked to the attic where the classics were stored in the library.
"System, sign in!"
"Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining a prefecture-level middle-grade exercise "Nandou Zhanfeng Jue"."
After the voice of the AI system without emotion fell, the demonstration screen immediately appeared in my mind.
I saw a man in commoner clothes standing above the bamboo grove with a sword in his hand, the sea of bamboo was rolling under his feet, and the breeze made the man's robe rattle.
Suddenly, the clothed man swung his sword, and the whole forest seemed to become still at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light spun out from the depths of the bamboo sea, following the mind of the clothed man, cutting out terrifying ravines.
At the moment when the screen was broken, all the perceptions and essence of Nandou Zhanfeng Jue were poured into Mu Feng's mind.
Great swordsmanship!
Mu Feng raised his right palm and swung his sword fingers, immediately, the invisible sword energy entwined around his fingertips.
The meaning of sharpness can cut through the wind!
"This exercise is much stronger than the supernatural power of flicking fingers, whether in terms of lethality or attack range. It is worthy of being an earth-level exercise!"
Thinking of this moment, Mu Feng waved his sleeves to dissipate the sword energy, turned his palms, and took out the fist-sized Mingyan.
"This little black flame hasn't grown much recently, has it? Growth-type secret treasures really need to spend some thought."
"Swallowing flesh and other flames can't make it improve, and I don't know whether to say it is picky eater? Or should I praise it for its special taste?"
Mu Feng stretched out his palm and stroked Mingyan's head lightly, murmuring.
"It seems that I have to go outside to find a place with evil spirits, and I can't lose my child's growth at all!"