Kong Mufeng sent Ye Menghan away with a hint of melancholy.
When I turned around, I saw more than ten maids and servants standing in two rows at the door.
"Welcome Master Kong and all the young masters and ladies to come home and play music." Wang Fu shouted.
Then two boys came out from inside and started playing the suona.
The little suona is blowing, beep-dah-dah, black people carrying coffins are flying all over the sky. Be-dah-dah-dah-dah, beep-dah-dah-dah...
"Come on, come on, are you going to send me away after you finish playing the suona?" Kong Mufeng quickly stopped. His life was in vain when the suona sounded, but he couldn't bear this thing.
"Master, let me take you to visit the room." Wang Fu led the way.
For more than an hour, Wang Fu led everyone around and introduced each house, just like a tour guide, saying that this is a place for cultivation, this is a place for fun, this is a place for living, and this is a place for fighting.
Not to mention, this villa is really well-equipped with all kinds of equipment. Kong Mufeng was amazed.
"Okay, young masters and ladies, feel free to do whatever you want, we're going to get busy." Wang Fu reported.
"Okay, go ahead." Kong Mufeng waved his hand, his feet hurt as if he was tired from walking around his home.
"Okay, Master, if you have any questions, please give me your instructions. Because Miss likes to be quiet, there are only twelve of us. We apologize for any inconvenience." Wang Fu bowed out respectfully.
Kong Mufeng was stupid at that time. He couldn't understand the world of a rich woman. She liked quietness and only had twelve servants? Is this human talk?
This reminded Kong Mufeng of the news in China: In order to pretend to be poor, the rich second generation only bought a 120-square-meter house, a deposit of 3 million, and an ordinary Audi A8, and said that in the end,
Being poor is just that poor.
Sure enough, he was not from the same world. Kong Mufeng thought: When will he really come into contact with the life of the rich?
To be honest, Kong Mufeng's goal in this world is not to be invincible, but to make money, the more the better.
Making money is not something to be ashamed of, only not being able to make money is something to be ashamed of.
"Okay, okay, everyone gathers!"
Kong Mufeng came to the reception hall and gathered everyone together.
"Well, let me tell you something before going to class!"
Kong Mufeng immediately behaved like a head teacher.
"Do you know how long it is until the final exam, which is the year-end competition? Three months! Where is your strength? It's not enough to see!"
What are the strengths of the disciples now? Here I will briefly introduce them.
The red giant Yuan Haoke has a first-level cultivation in the martial arts realm and a third-level strength in the martial arts realm.
Xiaobai Zhugeye, with strength between the first level of the martial arts realm, the peak of the second level of the martial arts realm and the third level of the martial arts realm.
The little ghost Zhuge Ling has a peak cultivation level in the Qi Condensation Realm and an eighth-level strength in the Qi-Condensation Realm. He combines with Xiao Bai and has a fourth-level strength in the Martial Pulse Realm.
Xiao Nier and Sun Zhilan, have peak cultivation in the Qi Condensation Realm and peak strength in the Qi Condensation Realm.
The fire burned Lu Dagun, who had cultivated to the second level of the martial arts realm. After being drunk, he was between the third and fourth levels of the martial arts realm.
"Now, I'll give you two months to retreat and cultivate. If I see you still like this, I won't be able to kill you."
Kong Mufeng cursed and said, really regaining the feeling of being the head teacher in China.
"Okay, okay, let's start assigning homework. Classmates Xiao Guier and Xiao Nier, you have reached the martial arts realm." Kong Mufeng began to write down the death list.
The five of them lowered their heads, fearing that their names would be called on. It felt like a teacher answering a question by name.
Kong Mufeng continued: "Burn classmates with donkey meat, third level of martial arts realm!"
Lu Dagan had an ugly look on his face. Not long after he had reached the second level of cultivation, he had just stabilized and was going to reach the third level?
"Xiao Bai, the second level of the martial arts realm!" Kong Mufeng didn't care whether they completed it or not, just assigned the homework.
"The last one, Xiaohong!"
When Kong Mufeng shouted, Yuan Haoke was frightened. He knew that Kong Mufeng liked to "prefer" him.
As expected, Kong Mufeng said: "Xiaohong, third level of martial arts realm!"
"Why..."
"Don't ask, I just want to ask because I love you." Kong Mufeng replied to Yuan Haoke.
"Okay, okay, don't talk anymore. If you don't have martial arts skills, go buy it on the street. If you don't understand, just come to me and ask! I will give one-on-one guidance one by one."
After Kong Mufeng made the arrangements, he walked through the courtyard and arrived at the main room of the deep courtyard. It is said that this was the place where Ye Menghan slept before, but now it is Kong Mufeng's bedroom.
Needless to say, rich families are just different. This bedroom is a hundred times larger than Kong Mufeng's guard room.
Although this room has a revived style, it also has red tiles and blue bricks with carved patterns, making it look even more pure and elegant.
Entering the room, you will see even more beautiful and exquisite decoration.
Vase, jade and precious ornaments of unknown stones add a sense of nobility to the room. There are also orchids, osmanthus and unknown exotic flowers in the room, making the whole room overflowing with fragrance, making it look like a girl's body.
fragrant.
This room is not just a bedroom, but three suites.
The outside room is close to the living room, with a hard bed and a small table. This is the residence of the personal guard, that is, Shen Tuyan is here.
The middle room is a little more elegant, with a small comfortable window and a small makeup mirror, which looks good. This is the residence of the personal maid.
There is a large bed inside, which is soft and comfortable. There is a sandalwood table in front of the bed, and everything is made of sandalwood, which looks grand but low-key and connotative.
This is Kong Mufeng’s master bedroom. It looks grand and dignified, echoing Kong Mufeng’s momentum (this sentence was said by Kong Mufeng himself and has nothing to do with the author).
"Never mind, go to sleep!"
Kong Mufeng was lying on the bed and could still smell a faint fragrance. He didn't know whether it was the residue of Ye Menghan's body fragrance or the overflowing fragrance of flowers.
This was considered a quiet place to live, and Kong Mufeng felt relieved.
"Don't say anything and go to sleep!"
Kong Mufeng fell down and fell asleep.
…
Qian Family Academy, Grand Elder’s Office...
"Kong Mufeng is still alive?" The elder frowned, not knowing whether he was sad or happy.
"Great Elder, what should we do next?" Black Wind asked.
"This Kong Mufeng is quite a character. It was inappropriate to abandon him casually before. Now that the abandoned son has returned, let's make that move again." The elder took a sip of tea and said calmly.
"But, Kong Mufeng's disciple was killed a few days ago. We didn't help him because we didn't help him, wouldn't he be resentful?" Heifeng asked worriedly.
"I don't think he will, even if he is unhappy. Because he is someone who wants to do big things, so he will automatically ignore these details."
…
On the other side, the head of the Qian Family Academy also received the same news.
"You're not dead yet? Your life is long enough!" the master of the palace said coldly while standing in the pavilion.
"Master, should we continue..." As the man spoke, he touched his neck with his hand to indicate.
The master of the palace nodded: "You figure it out, don't let Kong Mufeng appear in the public eye again!"
"But Kong Mufeng has disappeared!"
"Then don't let him show up again. As soon as you find him, assassinate him."
Both sides were ready to take action, just because of this young man's return.