There was a plate of incense, two plates of melon seeds and nuts, and a cup of Tieguanyin that had already cooled down on the table. Other than that, there was nothing extra in this room.
But no one could have imagined that the owner of this room would be Yun Feiyang, the God of Miaomen who once moved the whole world.
Creak.
When Yi Qingyi walked to the door of the room, he without hesitation opened the door that many people stood in front of but lacked the courage to do so. He walked in with a smile on his face: "Yun Feiyang. Uncle Master, I see you are here.
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As soon as he entered, Zhuge Hongyu followed closely. On the contrary, Ouyang Feifei got the instruction and did not follow him. She just stood silently outside the door without saying a word.
The room is not big, and the decoration fits the style of the house very well. It is simple and desolate. It seems that it has survived thousands of years of hard work. It gives people an inexplicable sense of tragedy.
But when Yi Qingyi entered the room with a smile on her face, she found an old man lying on the bed.
He has gray hair and more wrinkles on his face than Yi Qingyi, whom he calls uncle. Although his body is burly, his skin exposed to the air has lost its luster like the bark of an old pine tree.
Yi Qingyi shouted.
The old man on the bed opened his eyes slightly. There was a hint of sullenness in the depths of his eyes involuntarily.
Turn over.
The old man sat calmly on the bed, his legs fell to the ground, his hands fell silently on his knees, and his lips slightly opened: "Why did you bring two people I don't know to come to see me?"
Yi Qingyi smiled when he heard this and said, "You just haven't met her. But it doesn't mean you don't know her."
"Oh?" Yun Feiyang stood up slowly, his burly body standing in front of the two of them, and yawned lightly. Then he picked up the cold Tieguanyin on the table and drank it, then turned to look at Zhuge Hongyu who was calm and composed.
."I should know you?"
"You must get to know me." Zhuge Hongyu said with a cold expression.
"It's a joke." Yun Feiyang put down his tea cup and Yun Danyun Qing said, "There are not many people in this world who are worthy of my acquaintance, old man."
"But I must be one of them." Zhuge Hongyu slowly took two steps forward, a touch of frost appeared on her beautiful face, and said every word.
"Why?" Yun Feiyang asked.
"Because I am the granddaughter of Zhuge Zhenggang." Zhuge Hongyu added. "My granddaughter."
"oh."
Yun Feiyang, who got up to stretch his body, responded calmly, then sat on the chair next to the table and ate a few melon seeds: "Zhuge Chaogang has a pair of triangular eyes and a garlic nose. I am lucky to have a granddaughter like you.
Already."
"When a person is short of words or has a guilty conscience, he will often make comments about him or her." Zhuge Hongyu said with heart-wrenching words.
"Guilty conscience?" Yun Feiyang raised his eyebrows slightly. His eyes fell on Zhuge Hongyu's beautiful face. "How did you see that I was guilty?"
"You don't have to judge whether a person has a guilty conscience." Zhuge Hongyu asked back. "I just want to ask: What have you been hiding from for the past thirty years? And why? You would rather leave such a wonderful door to your three good people?
My disciples went to carve it up, but they did nothing. They only wanted to hide by the Huangpu River and be a coward?"
Bang!
The solid wood table shattered on the floor without warning. The plates on the table fell to the floor with a dull but extremely harsh sound. Before Zhuge Hongyu could make another sound, Yun Feiyang raised his head slightly and said, "You said I was shrinking?"
Head turtle?"
"I can see this with my eyes." Zhuge Hongyu argued.
"Do you think that no one in Yanjing and China dares to touch you?" Yun Feiyang narrowed his eyes slightly. "And do you really think that the Zhuge family in China can reach the gods and heaven?"
"I only know that my grandfather is a hero and you are a bear." Zhuge Hongyu said without retreating. "Do you dare to deny this?"
"Zhuge's political platform remains unchanged. If he dies, he can't blame others." Yun Feiyang snorted, seeming to have stung him in the foot.
"What about you?" Zhuge Hongyu narrowed his eyes slightly. "You are dead. Can you say that the sky has eyes?"
Wow.
Yun Feiyang stood up. Suddenly, there was a strong wind. A wave of air rolled up invisibly, shaking Zhuge Hongyu's whole body.
"Zhuge Hongyu. Do you know that I can tolerate you being presumptuous in front of me?"
"Because your grandfather and I were once friends."
"But do you know that if you make disrespectful remarks again, I really won't be polite to you."
"Am I afraid of you?"
Zhuge Hongyu raised his eyebrows with a cold expression.
As soon as the two confronted each other, Yi Qingyi quickly stood between them. With a smile on his face, he said to the uneasy nephew: "Yun Feiyang. We are all elders. Can we be so rude to a junior?"
"Yi Qingyi, you have no place to speak here!" Yun Feiyang said coldly. "You should have died thirty years ago!"
As soon as these words came out, Yi Qingyi was not surprised at all.
If Yun Feiyang had too much respect for his uncle who had left the Miao Sect, then it wouldn't be like Yun Feiyang's style.
But no matter what, Yi Qingyi came this time and was ready to break up with Yun Feiyang. She smiled and said: "I did die thirty years ago. And the reason why I am alive today is because I still have too many things on my mind.
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"You may never see it again in your life!" Yun Feiyang glanced at him with electric eyes and said solemnly. "Just like you were not qualified to stay in Miaomen back then. You will always be a loser in your life."
A man in his eighties.
This Yun Feiyang's temper is as strong as ever.
Thirty years of fishing life has not worn away the publicity in his bones. On the contrary, it has added a bit of hostility. This guy's name is really not in vain.
Flying.
He is really domineering and arrogant.
But in fact, Yi Qingyi did not dare to underestimate the former God of Miaomen.
He is domineering, but he is still a super strong man with both literary and military skills. He was able to avoid that big storm back then and became an unparalleled strong man with a body possessed by demons. It can be seen that his mind and skills have reached the realm of the gods.
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After a simple conversation, Yi Qingyi finally resisted Yun Feiyang's aura for a short time. He smiled and said: "Yun Feiyang. Now that you have appeared, there must be many more important things to do. As for me,
.These years have long been idle clouds and wild cranes. The Miaomen has no effect on you, and there is no harm at all. If you are so fussy with a grandson like Miss Zhuge now, you will inevitably lose the demeanor of a great master of your generation."
Yun Feiyang glanced at the two of them lightly and said in a lazy tone: "You'd better leave quickly before I get angry."
"Yi Qingyi. I believe you don't want to be my first opponent."
The first opponent after being dormant for thirty years!
What level has Yun Feiyang reached, who has not made a move in thirty years?
Even the super strong Yi Qingyi can't see through it at all. So as Yun Feiyang said, Yi Qingyi will never fight Yun Feiyang here. Not only because he can't beat him, but also because this man is crazy. It may not be true.
Don't dare to kill Zhuge Hongyu.
"Yun Feiyang. I heard that you entertained many prominent people in China. Is that right?"
In the silence, Zhuge Hongyu spoke up again: "I will also hold a birthday party on that day. Let's see who can invite more people."
When Yi Qingyi heard this, he couldn't help laughing on the spot.
This Miss Zhuge is really powerful. Even when Yun Feiyang comes out of the mountain, she must have a foot in the game. She refuses to let this once legendary boss worry.
Yun Feiyang just frowned slightly and said calmly: "Go away."
He said get out.
Yi Qingyi really left.
Even in front of Yun Feiyang, he was still an elder.
But in front of this domineering God of Miaomen, his uncle has no weight at all.
Zhuge Hongyu waited for thirty years and finally waited for her grandfather's enemy to appear. Her mood may not be complicated, but her determination must be very firm.
So what if it was a global sensation?
So what if its influence remains undiminished to this day?
Among the enemies of Zhuge Villa, which one will have a good ending?
Zhuge Hongyu didn't go all out right away because she was still waiting.
She never believed that in that turmoil, there was only one such giant among the people, Yun Feiyang!
[Author's digression]: I will update 10,000 words a day starting tomorrow. I will try to extend the outbreak time as much as possible~
