Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Movement at that door
Yi Feng was a mess in the wind.
What is this about?
Four old men Wu Yonghong said something was wrong, and rushed away, leaving a lot of trash in front of his counter!
Say, part of it is what he ordered just now, and the other part is money from last time?
But what kind of money do you really give?
Yi Feng was completely speechless!
This rubbish is really unsightly.
A pair of boots, which look similar to rain boots; umbrellas, shabby and worn, and are printed with all sorts of confusing patterns; and there are some incomprehensible broken items ...
That's her!
It was thought that old man Wu really could not afford to give money to the rake, and he felt sorry for it, so he used these trash items at home to pay off his debt.
Fortunately, Yi Feng was no longer short of money.
Seriously, these rain boots and umbrellas are also useful for him. One day when it was raining, put on rain boots and wear this broken umbrella to go out and order a little wine, it was quite in place!
"Ouch!"
At this moment, the dog let out a groan.
Yi Feng glanced at him and ignored him.
But Ao Qing still continued to lament, this was his instinct as a monster, especially when facing frightening things.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the small door behind Yi Feng.
He had been here for so long, but in truth he had never taken this small door to heart. Normally, he never entered it, and he rarely saw Yi Feng enter. He thought it was a utility room, but now he doesn't do it. feel that way. .
He always felt that there was something hidden inside.
Since I could vaguely sense it, there was a deep and terrifying aura from time to time.
But what calmed him a little was that Yi Feng was lying on the recliner as usual, but he did not care about the aura inside the small door.
But he was still curious, what was hidden inside?
...
Baofeng Chamber of Commerce.
Yin Xiong specifically sent someone to invite Luo Lanxue.
"Ahem, nephew, the annual poetry conference will be held in Pingjiang City, and all the poetic and literary masters in the city will be invited to the conference. Master's supreme treasure is very popular, I will invite Master. to attend, but due to Master's status, I may not notice, do you understand?"
heard.
Luo Lanxue fell into contemplation.
"What do you have, as long as it doesn't destroy the entirety of the Master's situation, and doesn't affect Master's initial intention of understanding human life, there should be no problem."
"It is very easy to resolve this without affecting Master's original intention to join mortal men. When contacting Master, everything should be from a human point of view." Yin Xiong said with a frown: "But, what's the whole thing? the situation arranged by Master?"
Hearing this, Luo Lanxue could not help but smile bitterly and said softly: "The overall situation arranged by Master is something that you and I can speculate on, in short, everything is careful and careful, but poetry conferences are also attended. by some humans, because you have the heart. If you invite Master, then you can directly invite, if Master wishes, he will leave."
"Good."
Yin Xiong nodded and said solemnly, "nephew, I might understand what you mean."
After negotiating with Luo Lanxue, Yin Xiong personally went to the martial arts hall and relayed an invitation to Yi Feng at the same time.
Lying on the recliner, Yi Feng looked at the invitation in his hand.
Someways.
If you're unemployed, you're unemployed, why don't you go and take a look around.
He wanted to see if the cultural knowledge of this other world was deeper, or whether his 5,000-year-old Yanhuang heritage was stronger.
...
"Peetry conference?"
In the courtyard, Yao Ling'er raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw the news in her hands.
Through a series of methods lately, he roughly inquired about the ordinary living conditions of this mysterious young man.
He insists.
It is an unparalleled master who steps into the mundane world and understands life.
Since this was a poetry conference for humans, this was a rare opportunity for him.
...
"Daughter, my father has something to tell you today."
On the other luxurious courtyard, Mao Lin looked at his daughter Mao Yun'er and said solemnly, "Daughter, let me ask you, please, what do you think of the author of Dream of Red Mansions and Supreme Treasure?"
"Dad, what do you mean ask this?"
Mao Yun'er said softly, and as she spoke, her beautiful face was filled with a red hue.
"To be honest, because of this supreme treasure, the chamber of commerce will most likely miss the first chance in the first chamber of commerce competition, so to your father, let you have a good relationship with that Yi Feng, even, even..."
Speaking of this, Mao Lin blushed with an old face, and he was completely speechless.
He never imagined that a village man would actually let him get this far.
"Dad, I know what you mean, I'll work hard ..." Mao Lin's meaning was clear, however, Mao Yun'er did not seem to have any other opinion of Mao Lin's mind.