Chapter 188: Encountering Cold Eyes

When Ye Xinghe said this, everyone was also in an uproar.

"Ye Xinghe said that he would crush Nangong Qi to death in a month?"

"Is it possible?"

"I think Ye Xinghe should be stimulated by Nangong Qi and his mind is about to go insane, so he speaks without thinking!"

Everyone was laughing there, with sarcasm in their eyes.

No one believed what Ye Xinghe said, and no one was optimistic about him.

Only Li Shuhao blushed and shouted loudly: "I believe in Brother Ye!"

Early in the morning of the next day.

Ye Xinghe left the Jixia Academy.

In order not to attract attention, Ye Xinghe did not wear the linen robe that represented the disciples of the Jixia Academy.

He still wore a blue shirt.

Before, Li Chunyang introduced him to a daughter of his old friend in Cangwu County.

Ye Xinghe, of course, would not forget Li Chunyang's instructions.

He was kind-hearted.

Whether he liked the other party's daughter or not, he had to go there to be polite.

To the east of Cangwu County, there is a forest of mountains and forests, with ups and downs, stretching and flat.

The mountains and rivers intersect, and the scenery is beautiful.

Therefore, within this area, there are countless large and small mansions.

Some large mansions have mountains and lakes inside.

The second-largest mansions are also built on the mountains and face the lake.

The weaker ones can only occupy some places with beautiful scenery as much as possible.

This is where the powerful and wealthy gather in Cangwu County.

There are a large number of luxurious restaurants, auction houses, brothels, etc.

Ye Xinghe stopped in front of a mansion.

This mansion is only a few dozen meters in radius, and the building is quite simple.

In this area, it is considered to be relatively poor.

Ye Xinghe followed the address given by Li Chunyang and looked up to see two words written on the door plaque: Wu Mansion! "Yes, it's here."

Ye Xinghe knocked on the door.

After a while, with a creak, the side door opened.

A girl about seventeen or eighteen years old came out, dressed as a maid and wearing a green long skirt.

Her appearance was acceptable, but there was a bit of meanness between her eyebrows.

She looked up and down at Ye Xinghe and saw that he was dressed simply and his aura did not seem to be very outstanding.

Immediately, he frowned, with a look of disdain in his eyes: "Who are you?

What can I do for you?"

The words were very impolite.

Ye Xinghe smiled faintly and said: "I am Ye Xinghe, I came to visit you."

"Ah?

You are Ye Xinghe?"

The maid's eyes widened instantly, looking at Ye Xinghe with a bit of surprise.

Then, this surprise turned into unspeakable disappointment.

"So you are Ye Xinghe, it's really better to hear about him than to meet him in person."

She shook her head, said coldly, and walked straight into the door: "Come in."

Ye Xinghe frowned and walked in.

The courtyard is not big and quite quiet.

The maid went to report first.

Ye Xinghe just entered the courtyard and saw two people coming out of the two moon-shaped doors.

One of them was a woman about forty years old, who looked quite dignified and beautiful.

A woman next to her was wearing goose yellow clothes, and her age was about the same as Ye Xinghe.

She was lowering her head, with a look of indifference.

There was a bit of reluctance between her eyebrows.

She looked pretty, but far inferior to Pei Nanqing and others whom Ye Xinghe had met before.

The girl in goose yellow clothes raised her eyes.

Seeing Ye Xinghe's handsome appearance, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at his clothes again, sensed his aura, and was immediately disappointed.

The dignified woman smiled and walked forward: "You are Ye Xinghe, right?"

"As the old man said in the letter, you are really a handsome man with a noble bearing."

She looked at Ye Xinghe with a happy face.

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly: "Who are you?"

The dignified woman smiled with her lips covered: "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ding Yarong. You can call me aunt."

She pointed to the girl in yellow clothes: "This is Wu Qingji, my daughter."

She pointed to the maid: "This is Xiu'er."

Ye Xinghe smiled and nodded.

Wu Qingji looked cold and just nodded silently as a return of greeting.

Wu Xiu'er followed behind Ye Xinghe and curled her lips.

"In the letter of the old man, Ye Xinghe was praised as the best in the world."

"I thought he was a young hero, but I didn't expect him to be such a poor person with low strength and a small family."

There was a lot of disdain in the words.

She seemed to be talking to herself, but her voice was loud and clear. She was obviously talking to Ye Xinghe.

When Ding Yarong heard this, she frowned and her eyes turned cold: "How can you talk like that?"

She was quite dignified. Wu Xiu'er's heart trembled. She knew she had spoken out of turn and quickly knelt down to apologize.

"Madam, it was my fault."

Wu Qingji walked to Wu Xiu'er's side and helped her up.

"Mother, you are making a fuss over nothing. Why bother with such a small matter?"

"What's more," she glanced at Ye Xinghe, but she didn't say it, but everyone knew what she wanted to say.

In her opinion, what Wu Xiuer said was not wrong! Ding Yarong was so angry that her face turned pale, and she pointed at the two of them and couldn't speak.

Ye Xinghe smiled indifferently: "Madam, please don't be angry."

Seeing this, Wu Qingji was even more disdainful.

"Do you think you can just curry favor with your mother?

It's useless. I have the final say in my affairs!"

Ding Yarong looked at Ye Xinghe, but she liked him more and more.

Entering the hall, Ye Xinghe smiled: "Aunt, a small gift, not a respect."

Take out a sandalwood box and put it on the table.

Wu Qingji raised her eyebrows. She was a little curious. What treasures could Ye Xinghe, who was dressed simply and simply, bring?

Opening the sandalwood box, her brows knitted up immediately.

"This rotten grass, is it the gift you brought?"

Wu Xiuer curled her lips and said disdainfully: "A piece of rotten grass, you have the nerve to do that?"

It turned out that in the sandalwood gift box, there was a spiritual grass about one foot long, shaped like an old mountain ginseng.

However, it was already dry and withered, and it seemed that it would break if touched.

Ye Xinghe shook his head, they were really ignorant.

This so-called inconspicuous rotten grass was called the Silent Spiritual Ginseng.

A sixth-grade spiritual herb, if placed outside, is worth more than a million silver taels.

This spiritual herb is extremely special and will wither once every hundred years.

However, when it withers, it is the time when the spiritual power is the most abundant, everything returns to the origin, and it even carries several withering Zen meanings.

The Silence Spiritual Ginseng brought by Ye Xinghe has a lifespan of three hundred years.

It is very beneficial for cultivation.

Ding Yarong didn't know what this was, but she felt sorry for Ye Xinghe.

She thought that he had just come here and was quite tight-fisted and had no money to buy anything good.

With a smile on her face: "It's good that the gift is sent with a heart, it doesn't matter whether the gift is expensive or not."

Let Wu Qingji accompany Ye Xinghe to talk there, and she took Wu Xiu'er to cook and prepare.

After she left, Ye Xinghe and Wu Qingji sat there in silence.

Wu Qingji had a cold face and was a little reserved.