Inside an old house that is so simple that it has a desolate atmosphere. There are young and old men standing on the three floors inside and outside. The expressions on their faces are different, but all of them are full of expectation and hospitality.
There is no other reason. Sitting inside the innermost door is a super giant who was once famous. A huge existence that has influenced an era. Looking around the world, countless sensational bosses are from his disciples, and countless legends and brilliance have also come from him.
His presence is indispensable. Even though he is over eighty years old this year, even his disciples who have created a lifetime of glory have perished. But in the eyes of the big guys outside the house, this man still has unlimited possibilities!
who is he?
He is the former God of Miaomen - Yun Feiyang!
Yes. These people all came here because of his fame. But more importantly, they wanted to pay homage to this legendary old man and express their gratitude.
Thumb thump.
Thump thump thump thump.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old ran out from the door and soon stopped in an open space near the outer door of the house. First he clenched his fists slightly, and then he raised his breath and said in the loudest voice: "Everyone, please come back.
Come on. The old lady won’t see any guests today.”
As soon as these words came out, the group of onlookers who had been watching intently since they were young boys were startled at first, and then erupted into waves one after another.
"Master Yun won't see guests today. Did you say when you will see guests?"
"That's right. We just want to pay a visit to the old man. We have no other intentions."
"Brother, why don't you inform me again. We are here with great sincerity."
There were a lot of chatter in the crowd, and no one was willing to leave. It seemed as if he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't see the flying clouds. He was extremely unwilling to do so.
The boy shook his head with a calm expression and said: "You guys should go back. The old man is taking a lunch break. If he wakes up, I can't explain it. I will ask for you later, and I will definitely tell you when I get the news.
Let me tell you all at once."
These words were very appropriate, but they also gave this group of people a hint.
It's not just him who's doing errands to blame for waking up Yun Feiyang during his lunch break. Even you guests who plan to visit the old lady have a hard time explaining to you.
They are all well-known figures in the upper class, so how could they not know the implications of what the young man said?
After some weighing, they sighed, shook their heads and left.
As soon as the crowd left, the quaint old house suddenly became quiet. It was as if you could hear a pin drop on the ground. When the boy saw the crowd leaving, he returned to the house quietly, even the door.
I don't bother to close it, and I don't seem to be worried about anyone sneaking in.
In fact, when the Chinese people knew that the legendary old man lived in this house, no matter how powerful they were, they would not dare to sneak in. What this old man symbolized was too terrifying.
Creak.
The limousine parked very gently outside the door of the house. Rolling up the window, Ouyang Feifei saw at a glance that there was not even a single person in this remote house. Even the door was not closed, and she couldn't help but frown slightly and said:
"Those people who went out just now are not simple people. Why did they come out together? They looked like they had lost their families. Could it be that they didn't see the legendary old man?"
An indifferent look appeared on Zhuge Hongyu's beautiful face: "How many people does an eighty-year-old guy have the energy to meet?"
After saying that, she slowly got out of the car and stood in front of the door.
The desolate ancient house matched her with a white dress. It was as if the otherworldly Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady had fallen to the earth. A fairy spirit overflowed from her body naturally. Once again, Ouyang Feifei, who had long been accustomed to the aura of a young lady, looked at her.
She was in a daze. But this time she quickly calmed down her agitated mind and followed the eldest lady down the driveway: "Then let's go in -"
"Are you worried that he won't want to see me?" Zhuge Hongyu smiled slightly and said, "He will definitely see me."
Slowly walking in, Zhuge Hongyu approached the door that few people would dare to enter without saying hello.
Ouyang Feifei followed closely behind, not daring to neglect for a moment.
Although she has never met Yun Feiyang and has only heard some of Yun Feiyang's past events, she knows very clearly that if China goes forward a hundred years, this old man is destined to be a big figure who will leave traces in history.
Maybe he is not an officially recognized national hero, let alone a powerful person who has entered the political arena. But in the eyes of those top Chinese officials, the influence of this old man is no weaker than that of some frontier ministers.
The history of Gein-Miaomen is actually stronger and longer than that of China, which was born less than a hundred years ago.
How could such a legendary old man prevent those senior executives standing at the top of the pyramid from being cautious?
Creak.
Zhuge Hongyu pushed open the door and quickly arrived at the inner level of the house.
Before he stepped into the quiet and cold corridor, the boy who had driven away the crowd jogged over again and quickly stood in front of Zhuge Hongyu. A smile appeared on his delicate face. It was slightly sincere, and he faced Zhuge Hongyu.
The big guys before were different. At least they were a little more careful.
"Miss Zhuge, the master is taking a nap." The boy raised his head slightly and said.
"Then wake him up." Zhuge Hongyu said casually.
"——"
Wake him up?
The originally calm and composed boy's expression froze, and he twitched his lips and said, "I don't like to be disturbed when I'm sleeping."
"I don't like returning empty-handed either." Zhuge Hongyu narrowed her gem-like eyes and said calmly, "Get out of the way."
The boy shook his head helplessly and said, "Miss Zhuge, please don't embarrass me."
His attitude was quite tough and he showed no signs of giving way to Zhuge Hongyu.
"Don't embarrass you?" Zhuge Hongyu gently took a step forward and said calmly, "Who are you?"
Hearing this, a hint of anger suddenly appeared in the young man's eyebrows, and he pursed his lips and said: "I am the master of the wonderful sect appointed by the master."
The master of the wonderful gate appointed by the master!?
Ouyang Feifei was shocked!
This young boy is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He still has a childish look on his face, but he is actually entrusted with an important task by Yun Feiyang——
It should be noted that although today's Miaomen has long lost its courage, it is too childish to let a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy act as the leader?
Ouyang Feifei was so shocked that her scalp was numb. Zhuge Hongyu looked slightly cold: "What about the master of the Miaomen? Don't talk about you. Duanmu is worthless in front of me!"
It seemed that Zhuge Hongyu didn't take the young man in front of him seriously at all, even if he was the future master of the Miao Sect.
In fact, Zhuge Hongyu definitely has this confidence.
Looking at China, who knows Zhuge Villa? Who is not afraid of Queen Zhuge? Not to mention the master of a wonderful sect. Even the master of Shenhui, Ditian, who once stood at the top of the world, Zhuge Hongyu will not do this
A half-step concession. This comes from the strong foundation of Zhuge Villa and also from Zhuge Hongyu's fierce tactics.
She has been in charge of Zhuge Villa for many years at the age of only twenty-five, and has reached the peak step by step. How can Zhuge Hongyu, the most famous woman in China, be an ordinary woman?
Even Empress Dowager Xiao of Baicheng suffered a small loss at her hands once. What's more, the young man with Yun Feiyang's back now?
Before the boy could retort, Zhuge Hongyu took another step and said in a serious tone: "Get away!"
The two words were an understatement, but they pierced the heart of the young man. He couldn't help but feel relaxed. The young man's whole body suddenly exuded a violent aura, and the heart-shaking murderous intention swept towards Zhuge Hongyu without any warning.
It seemed as if it was going to be swallowed alive. Even Ouyang Feifei, who was standing behind him, felt his heart skip a beat and hurriedly stepped forward to protect his master.
"Qi Zai. Don't be rude to Miss Zhuge."
Suddenly, an old and vigorous voice came from behind. The young boy known as Qizai relaxed his brows, lowered his head slightly and said, "Old ancestor, why are you here?"
"Yun Feiyang is making a grand appearance. As an uncle, I can't come over and take a look?"
Talking room.
An old man with white hair and flowing white clothes and an elegant temperament came slowly. He stood in this narrow and crowded corridor. He glanced at the young man vaguely, and then said unhurriedly: "Go and do your work.
It's yours. I'll take Miss Zhuge over."
"But -" the boy paused slightly and frowned. "My ancestor is taking a lunch break. If someone wakes him up, he will definitely -"
"I have never known in my entire life that he has the habit of taking a nap." Yi Qingyi said detachedly. "Go ahead. It has nothing to do with you here."
The ancestor spoke forcefully.
And in one fell swoop, he exposed the lie spun by the young man.
The boy who was full of anger suddenly became docile when faced with Yi Qingyi, who was more senior than Yun Feiyang. He reluctantly stepped aside and said: "Please, ancestors."
