Volume 1, Chapter 112: The Second Saint of the Northern Rogues - Dongfang Shuo

We started the mountain at noon, but arrived at dusk.

The end of the stone steps in front of me.

A wooden door stood.

Write three words on it.

Half Moon Residence.

There are two lines of text on each side, with neat parallelism.

I still feel sad after being away from home for half a month. How can I bear to see you so far away from each other?

Feng He looked at the wooden door in front of him and asked in surprise, "Why doesn't your ancestor have a guard?"

Ye Tingmu was speechless.

"I'm a saint now, do I need guards?"

"Forehead....."

Dongfang Qingzhu took a short rest and tidied up the hair on her temples that was messed up by the wind.

"Come on, let's go in."

"Um..."

A few people nodded and walked in.

The water in the marsh reflects the willows and bamboos, and there is a small bamboo house on the side of the mountain.

Accompanied by the sound of gurgling water.

There are birds singing above and fish playing in the deep water below.

There is a small house in the distance, with faint smoke rising from the chimneys. At this time of dusk, it is quiet and peaceful.

Ye Tingmu clicked his tongue.

"This is where a cultivator should live."

Dongfang Qingzhu chuckled.

"Puchi..." urged: "Okay, let's go."

After walking a few steps, you will arrive in front of the small pavilion.

A kind and gentle voice was heard from inside.

"Zhu'er is here..." The voice was melodious and graceful, revealing something extraordinary.

Dongfang Qingzhu stopped in front of the door and said, "Ancestor, Qingzhu is here to see you."

"We have brought guests with us, please come in."

"Thank you, Ancestor." She said, turning around and saying, "Let's go in."

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

Look inside through the door.

An old man was sitting in the room.

The old man has white hair and a youthful face, bright eyes, and a colorful veil draped over his body.

He stroked his beard gently, his face full of kindness, and held the tea in his hands.

Ye Tingmu sighed inwardly, he was indeed a saint, his aura was full of the demeanor of an immortal.

Dongfang Qingzhu walked in gracefully.

Ye Tingmu seemed a little reserved. After all, it was his first time meeting a saint, so he was naturally a little nervous.

In the East China Sea, saints are called earth immortals and stand at the top of the world. Every saint possesses great supernatural powers. With a wave of their sleeves, they can change the sun, moon and sky. Although it is not known whether it is true or not, it is indeed extraordinary.

"Ancestor, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time." Dongfang Qingzhu spoke with a sweet smile.

"You little girl, I wonder who allowed you to go to Yecheng."

Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes rolled around, and then he sat down beside the old man, and began to pinch the old man's shoulders with his hands.

She said coquettishly, "I told my father about it. My uncle said there is the Nine-Turn Sutra Grass in Yecheng, so I went there..."

The old man chuckled, but he was not angry, and his eyes were full of kindness.

"Hey, don't do this next time. If there is one, the ancestor will naturally find it for you."

Dongfang Qingzhu smiled sweetly.

"Got it, Qingzhu, I won't do it again next time."

Then she looked forward.

"Look, ancestor, these are my friends. If it weren't for their escort, Qingzhu would never have been able to see you."

Dongfang Shuo raised his eyes and looked at the three of them. When his gaze met Feng He, there was a strange look in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash, and even Ye Tingmu did not notice it.

Ye Tingmu also hurriedly edited it.

"Junior Ye Tingmu greets Patriarch Dongfang."

Seeing that Feng He didn't move, she didn't forget to tug at the corner of his clothes.

Feng He just followed his example and bowed.

Dongfang Shuo laughed heartily and raised his big hand.

"Since you are Zhu'er's benefactor, there is no need for formalities. Come, have a taste of the new tea I just brewed."

Ye Tingmu did not refuse, but said: "Then I will not be polite."

This tea has a refreshing fragrance that I could smell as soon as I entered the mountain gate.

This kind of tea must be extraordinary. If someone tells you to drink it, you’d be a fool not to drink it.

In front of such a great saint, there is no need to act too deliberate, people will naturally see through it, it is better to be real.

Seeing Ye Tingmu so cheerful, he sat down.

Dongfang was also stunned for a moment. Seeing a saint like himself in front of you, aren't you afraid?

This little scholar is quite interesting.

"Zhu'er, pour tea for the guests for the old ancestor."

"Okay, ancestor."

The clear spring water becomes more fragrant when poured into the cup, and when you smell it close to your nose, you will be intoxicated, as if you are standing on a ten thousand acre tea mountain.

Seeing Ye Tingmu's intoxicated look, Dongfang Shuo said, "Please come in, my friend."

"Then I will dare to taste it." As he said this, the teacup was lifted up and placed near his nose to take a whiff.

Then he exhaled softly to the wind.

So he drank it all in one gulp.

As the tea went down his throat, he felt comfortable, and Ye Tingmu also showed a look of satisfaction.

Dongfeng Shuo still squinted at him.

He asked, "What do you think of this tea?"

Ye Tingmu gently put down the cup.

Seriously, he said, "The smell is refreshing, the taste is like sweet rain, and the aftertaste is endless, leaving a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks."

After listening to what Ye Tingmu said, Dongfang Shuo's smile deepened.

He said with a smile: "It seems that my friend is also well versed in the tea ceremony."

Ye Tingmu's brows relaxed slightly, and he said humbly: "Senior, you are joking. I just have a little knowledge of this."

He was quite proud in his heart. Just kidding, he had done his homework. Since ancient times, masters like him who lived in the mountains only liked a few things.

One, tea; two, wine; three, chess; four, skills.

If you want to leave a good impression on others, you naturally have to cater to their preferences.

Not only can he compose idioms, he also has poems prepared.

At this time, Dongfang Qingzhu whispered in Dongfang Shuo's ear, "Old Ancestor, his name is Ye Tingmu. He's quite formidable, born into a family of scholars. Don't underestimate him because he's just a scholar; his swordsmanship is also exceptional. Have you heard of the name Shangyun Scholar?"

Dongfang Qingzhu flattered him and even asked rhetorical questions, and blinked at Ye Tingmu from time to time while speaking.

Ye Tingmu was speechless after seeing this.

Dongfang Shuo became interested.

"Scholar Shangyun, I have never heard of that."

When Dongfang Qingzhu heard this, he immediately became excited and boasted to Dongfang Shuo about Ye Tingmu's glorious past again.

The old man who was listening had curved eyebrows and fluttering beard.

“That’s really amazing.”

Ye Tingmu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a little embarrassment: "Excuse me, senior, it's not that exaggerated."

But I was secretly angry in my heart. I asked you to praise me, but I didn’t ask you to praise me to death.

Dongfang Shuo stroked his beard.

He said, "My friend, your swordsmanship is so extraordinary. I wonder which swordsman master you learned from. I might even recognize him."

Ye Tingmu sniffed and said angrily, "I am not talented. I have no teacher. I am self-taught. I am not up to the standard. What Qingzhu said just now was a bit exaggerated."

"Oh..." Dongfang Shuo had a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Creating one's own sword moves is an ability that can only be mastered after reaching the Divine Wandering Realm. The young scholar in the Separation and Combination Realm can actually create his own moves. It seems that he is indeed extraordinary.

"You have created your own sword moves. Your talent is unrivaled."

"I was just joking, Senior, you really take it seriously."

He didn't want to continue this topic. Was he going to tell him that the reason his brother was so awesome was because he was cheating?

No, even if I said it myself, I'm afraid Dongfang Shuo wouldn't believe it.

Dongfang Shuo laughed again, then looked at Feng He and asked, "Who is this little brother?"