Supreme Martial Artist

As soon as Ye Xinghe said this, everyone was in an uproar.

"Ye Xinghe, said he would crush Nangong Qi to death in a month?"

"is it possible?"

"I think Ye Xinghe is almost losing his mind due to being stimulated by Nangong Qi, so he must be talking without hesitation!"

Everyone was laughing there, with sarcasm in their eyes.

No one believed what Ye Xinghe said, and no one thought highly of him.

Only Li Shuhao blushed and shouted loudly: "I believe Brother Ye!"

Early the next morning.

Ye Xinghe left Jixia Academy.

In order not to attract attention, Ye Xinghe did not put on the linen robe that represented the disciples of Jixia Academy.

Still wearing a green shirt.

Before, Li Chunyang introduced him to the daughter of his old friend in Cangwu County.

Ye Xinghe will naturally not forget Li Chunyang's instructions.

He has good intentions.

No matter whether you can fall in love with the other party's daughter or not, it is only polite to go there.

To the east of Cangwu County City, there is a mountain forest with undulating hills and valleys.

The mountains and rivers intersect and the scenery is beautiful.

Therefore, there are countless large and small mansions in this area.

Some large mansions have mountains and lakes inside.

The second mansion is also built near the mountain and faces the lake.

Those who are weaker can only try to occupy some beautiful places.

This is where the powerful people of Cangwu County gather.

There are a large number of luxury restaurants, auction houses, brothels, etc.

In front of a mansion, Ye Xinghe stopped.

This house is only a few dozen meters in diameter, and the architecture is quite simple.

In this area, it is relatively poor.

Ye Xinghe followed the address given by Li Chunyang and looked up to see two words written on the door plaque: Wu Mansion! "Yes, this is it."

Ye Xinghe knocked on the door.

After a moment, there was a creak and the side door opened.

A girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old came out of it, dressed as a maid and wearing a long cyan skirt.

He looks pretty decent, but his eyebrows are a bit mean.

She looked Ye Xinghe up and down and saw that his clothes were simple and his aura didn't seem to be very good.

Suddenly, he frowned, with a bit of disgust in his eyes: "Who are you?

What's the point? "

The words were very rude.

Ye Xinghe smiled lightly and said: "I'm here, Ye Xinghe, come to visit."

"ah?

Are you Ye Xinghe? "

The maid's eyes widened instantly and she looked at Ye Xinghe with a bit of surprise.

Then, this surprise turned into unspeakable disappointment.

"It turns out you are Ye Xinghe. It's better to be famous than to meet you."

She shook her head, coldly dropped a word, and walked straight to the door: "Come in."

Ye Xinghe frowned and stepped in.

The courtyard is not big and quite quiet.

The maid went to report first.

Ye Xinghe had just entered the courtyard when he saw two people walking out of the two moon cave doors.

One of them was a woman about forty years old, quite dignified and beautiful.

There was a woman next to her, wearing a goose-yellow dress, about the same age as Ye Xinghe.

He was lowering his head, his face full of indifference.

There was a bit of reluctance between his eyebrows.

She was quite beautiful, but she was far inferior to Pei Nanqing and others whom Ye Xinghe had met before.

The girl in yellow clothes raised her eyes.

Seeing Ye Xinghe's handsome appearance, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I looked at his clothes again, sensed his aura, and suddenly felt disappointed.

The dignified woman walked forward with a smile on her face: "Are you Ye Xinghe?"

"Sure enough, just as the old man said in his letter, he is truly a talented person with a majestic air."

She looked at Ye Xinghe with joy on her face.

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly: "Who are you?"

The dignified woman covered her lips and smiled: "I forgot to introduce you. I am Ding Yarong. Just call me aunt."

Then he pointed at the girl in yellow clothes: "This is Wu Qingji, my daughter."

Then he pointed to the maid: "This is Xiu'er."

Ye Xinghe smiled and nodded.

Wu Qingji looked cold and just nodded silently in return.

Wu Xiuer followed Ye Xinghe and curled her lips.

"In the letter, the old man praised Ye Xinghe as if he was in the sky and not on the earth."

"I thought he was some kind of young hero, but I didn't expect him to be such a poor person with low strength and a small family background."

There was a lot of disdain in his words.

She seemed to be talking to herself, but the volume was actually not low. It was obvious that she was talking to Ye Xinghe.

When Ding Yarong heard this, she frowned and her eyes turned cold: "How do you speak?"

She was quite majestic. Wu Xiuer's heart trembled. She knew she had made a mistake and quickly knelt down to apologize.

"Madam, this slave made a mistake."

Wu Qingji walked to Wu Xiuer and helped her up.

"Mother, you are making too much of a fuss. Why bother for such a trivial matter?"

"What's more?" She glanced at Ye Xinghe, but she didn't say the words, but everyone knew what she wanted to say.

In her opinion, there was nothing wrong with what Wu Xiuer said! Ding Yarong turned pale with anger and pointed at the two of them, speechless.

Ye Xinghe smiled calmly: "Madam, please do not get angry."

Seeing this scene, Wu Qingji was even more disdainful.

"You think it's enough to please a good mother?

It's useless, I only have the final say in my affairs! "

Ding Yarong looked at Ye Xinghe, but the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Entering the hall, Ye Xinghe smiled: "Auntie, a small gift is not respectful."

He took out a sandalwood box and placed it on the table.

Wu Qingji raised his eyebrows, and she was a little curious. What treasures could Ye Xinghe, who was wearing simple and simple clothes, bring?

Opening the sandalwood box, he immediately frowned.

"Is this rotten grass the gift you brought?"

Wu Xiuer curled her lips and said disdainfully: "A piece of rotten grass, how can you be so embarrassed?"

It turned out that in the sandalwood gift box, there was a spiritual grass about one foot long and shaped like an old mountain ginseng.

However, it was already dry and decayed, and seemed to break if touched.

Ye Xinghe shook his head, they were really ignorant.

This so-called inconspicuous rotten grass is called Nirvana Spirit Ginseng.

The sixth-grade spiritual grass, placed outside, is worth more than one million silver taels.

This kind of spiritual grass is extremely special and will wither once every hundred years.

However, when it withers, it is the time when the spiritual power is the most abundant, and everything returns to its origin, with several times of Zen glory.

The Annihilation Spirit Ginseng brought by Ye Xinghe has a lifespan of three hundred years.

It is of great benefit to cultivation.

Ding Yarong didn't know what it was, but felt a little sorry for Ye Xinghe.

I thought that when he first came here, he was quite poor and had no money to buy anything good.

With a smile on his face, he said, "As long as you show your sincerity, it doesn't matter whether the gift is expensive or not."

Let Wu Qingji accompany Ye Xinghe to talk there, while he took Wu Xiuer to cook and prepare.

After she left, Ye Xinghe and Wu Qingji sat there in silence.

Wu Qingji's face was cold and somewhat reserved.