Volume 1, Chapter 169 This room is simple, but my virtue is fragrant.
Green lamp and candlelight.
When Ye Tingmu woke up again, he found himself in a room with slightly shabby decoration.
What caught my eye was the flickering dim candlelight.
And you can hear the sound of moths flapping their wings.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his back.
He quickly stood up.
Suddenly I found that I felt no pain at all.
If he hadn't seen the blood scab on his cuff, he would have thought he was just dreaming.
But now it seems that I am fine.
Then the only one who can save me is Wu Yanwang?
But why did he do this?
It’s really for Situ Feng.
If he hadn't heard what the man said before he died, he might have believed this speculation.
But now, he doesn't believe it.
He could see that this King Wu must be related to the Third Hall Master of Fengyue Tinghai Sect.
Otherwise the other party would not say such words.
When I see him, I won't show such a weird expression.
So there must be something wrong with this King Wu.
He was thinking and wondering, and was secretly frightened.
This time it was really too dangerous.
I was a little too arrogant.
He subconsciously clenched his fists.
Now he only hates that his cultivation is too low.
Although there is a system.
However, the system limitations are obvious.
In addition to being able to understand the way of swordsmanship.
It doesn't have much effect normally.
Ultimately, you still need to rely on yourself.
Although I have learned the Fengyue Sword Technique.
But this kind of sword technique.
But they cannot fight against opponents of higher levels.
Now I can’t even defeat someone in the Extraordinary Realm, let alone become a Saint.
But there is really nothing we can do about it.
With the help of the system, he has actually improved very quickly.
In terms of combat power, he is already considered a monster in this world.
But Feng He’s karma is too great.
As soon as he entered the martial arts world, he had to face powerful people at the saint level.
The most urgent task now is to get out of Beimang City as soon as possible.
The power behind the eldest prince is too strong.
He casually became the leader of the three northern gangs and dispatched the three hall masters in one breath.
What a big deal.
Does Fengyue listen to Haizong? Sooner or later, this sect will be destroyed with a sword.
He shook his head, too lazy to think about it.
Didn’t Dongfang Shuo say that reinforcements would arrive in a few days?
Then there will be room for maneuver.
Then return to the so-called imperial city and live there for ten or eight years.
Later, he came out of the mountains and defeated all the enemies in the world.
Alas, I’m just afraid that others can’t do as I wish.
As the saying goes.
The tree wants to be still, but the wind does not stop.
He stood up and looked around.
This room is very big.
But it is extremely simple.
Cleaned but clean and tidy.
A yellowed desk.
A wooden chair that looks like it has been repaired several times.
And the worn wooden bed he had just been lying on.
There was only a plain quilt and a mat.
As for the rest, there is nothing more.
The oil lamp was extremely dim.
Maybe it's because I've gotten used to living in the Dongfang family's mansion in recent days.
I've also gotten used to seeing a wide variety of ornaments.
Seeing it like this now, I can’t help but feel it’s a bit crude.
Just like his hometown in Yecheng, in one word, it is poor.
And at this moment.
There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.
Then the door of the room creaked open.
As the wooden door opened, a beam of moonlight shone in.
Accompanied by a figure, it extended all the way to the head of the bed.
The owner of the figure also walked in.
When Ye Tingmu saw the person coming, his brows furrowed slightly.
This person is none other than Wu Yanwang.
Although I have some doubts and suspicions about him.
Fortunately, there was no deep hatred between the two.
Besides, the other party saved me after all.
He quickly edited his speech and said respectfully, "My name is Ye Tingmu. Thank you, Deputy City Lord Wu, for saving my life."
Wu Yanwang closed the wooden door, picked up the teapot in his hand, and sat down at the table.
Without even looking up, he said, "Scholar Shangyun, come and have some tea."
His voice is very deep, it has always been like this, and it is really hard to associate it with his figure.
Ye Tingmu frowned slightly.
Then he walked towards the table.
He looked around, but there was no stool, so naturally there was no place to sit.
It’s better to just stand there.
King Wu then poured him a bowl of coarse tea using the bowl.
Pushed it in front of him.
"Sit down and drink."
Ye Tingmu's face twitched, and he said awkwardly, "Deputy City Lord Wu, there's no stool here, how can I sit?"
Wu Yanwang also poured himself a bowl, and then glanced towards the corner of the room.
He said, "There's a wooden block over there. Just go and move it over here."
Ye Tingmu was speechless, but he still found the wooden block in the corner with the help of the dim candlelight.
Although it is a wooden block and is placed in the corner, it is still very clean.
Ye Tingmu moved it over and then sat opposite Wu Yanwang.
His eyes still swept across the room.
He was confused about where this place was.
If you say that this is a deserted place, it would be too clean.
If he was told that this was the home of Deputy City Lord Wu, he would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.
How can a city lord live in such a simple place?
That’s not possible.
This guy is not only the deputy city lord.
Moreover, he is a powerful person who has entered the Saint Realm, and his strength ranks among the top ten in Beimang.
Entering the eighth level of the holy realm is no joke.
He still remembers the scene before he fell into a coma vividly.
A judge's pen can create sand out of thin air, and the flame can also turn into a dragon.
That kind of power is shocking.
Extraordinary instant death.
Although his own Four Symbols Technique had the form of this old man's, its power was far inferior to that of this old man.
His expression changed from bright to dark.
I am thirsty indeed.
He picked up the tea and took a sip.
The tea has no fragrance and tastes extremely bitter.
After he finished drinking, his brows furrowed even more.
This tea is usually or even a defective variety of lower quality.
Why does the deputy city lord drink this kind of tea?
He became more and more confused and more curious about Wu Yanwang in front of him.
He put down the bowl in his hand.
He asked, "Lord Wu, where is this place?"
Wu Yanwang sat upright, his back unusually straight, his eyes deep.
His face was rigid, but with a hint of coldness.
He replied calmly, "My home, the Deputy City Lord's Mansion."
The tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation.
Ye Tingmu was no longer calm, his eyes full of suspicion.
King Wu Yan should have seen his doubts, but he did not give him an answer.
At this moment, Ye Tingmu thought in his heart, could it be that the King of Hell, Wu, in front of him was really an honest official.
If this is really his residence, then it is not just about poverty.
He couldn't help but think of a sentence.
This room is simple, but my virtue is fragrant.
But I still have doubts in my heart.
Between people, the first impression is very important.
The King of Hell Wu in front of him first met him in the government office.
With a wave of his hand, he suppressed the matter between him and the third prince in a domineering manner.
As a member of the arrogant and domineering Third Prince's faction, he instinctively had a bad impression of him.
Especially his face, which was sarcastic.
It makes people feel scared when they see it, but also makes people feel scared when they see it.
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