I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 17

However, despite the doubts in his mind, he did not dare to say much.

"Master Yi, this is my..." Qingshan Patriarch slightly leaned to the side, ready to introduce Zhu Yun to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng waved his hand and interrupted, "I can see, uncle and nephew, right?"

"As expected of senior."

Qingshan Patriarch's face was full of admiration.

However, on second thought, he was overdoing it. With this senior's heavenly abilities, he probably only needed one glance to discern Zhu Yun's identity.

Yi Feng smiled.

This was nothing at all.

Qingshan, an old man, and Zhu Yun, a middle-aged man, had a close relationship. Zhu Yun was also very respectful to Qingshan, so they were likely just uncle and nephew.

"But since you are here, it's good timing. I'm out of wine, do you have any?" Yi Feng was straightforward and asked for wine directly. That Peng Ying woman was impossible to get over easily for Yi Feng, and the little remaining inventory at home had been finished.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Qingshan Patriarch quickly replied, but after agreeing, he remembered that he had come in too much of a hurry and had completely forgotten to bring wine. Fortunately, Zhu Yun was next to him, so he looked towards Zhu Yun.

"Uncle, you..."

Zhu Yun had a bad premonition.

"Take out your Sheng Guo Dan!" Qingshan Patriarch stretched out his hand and said.

"Ah?"

Zhu Yun's face was pitch black, full of reluctance. His Sheng Guo Dan could only be brewed three bottles a year, and was a priceless treasure to him. Usually, he was unwilling to let anyone drink it, but now he was asked to take it out for a commoner?

"Hurry up."

Seeing Zhu Yun being so unappreciative, Qingshan Patriarch became anxious and stretched out his arm to knock on Zhu Yun's forehead.

"Uncle, can you at least give me some face?" Zhu Yun hugged his head and mumbled aggrievedly: "After all, I am the sect master of Qingshan Sect. If someone sees this, where will my prestige be?"

"What's the big deal about a petty sect master? Don't think too highly of yourself!" Qingshan Patriarch scolded. "I warn you, here, even if you are a dragon, behave yourself obediently in front of me."

With that, he knocked on Zhu Yun's head again.

Zhu Yun quickly stepped back, looking at Qingshan Patriarch aggrievedly.

"Still not taking out the wine?" Qingshan Patriarch shouted.

Under Qingshan Patriarch's coercion, Zhu Yun reluctantly took out the Sheng Guo Dan, full of reluctance.

"Look at your stingy appearance, whining like a woman. Today you can take out this wine is your honor." Qingshan Patriarch scolded in a deep voice, and snatched over the Sheng Guo Dan. Then he changed his face and smiled: "Master Yi, the wine is average, I wonder if it suits your taste, please make do."

Yi Feng smiled. He was not one to stand on courtesy, so he took a sip and said directly: "It is good wine, but it lacks a little taste."

Qingshan Patriarch kept nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

But Zhu Yun on the side almost lost it.

This commoner was a little too arrogant!

One should know that his Sheng Guo Dan was a priceless treasure. As the sect master of Qingshan Sect, he only had three bottles a year. But this damn commoner actually said his Sheng Guo Dan lacked some taste?

He really could not understand why Qingshan Patriarch was so polite to this commoner.

If it wasn't for Qingshan Patriarch being present, he would not have dared to act rashly. With his status, he would have beaten this commoner into meat paste long ago.

But with Qingshan Patriarch here, he could only suppress his anger.

"Disciple, bring two more stools." Yi Feng called out.

Zhong Qing quickly brought out two stools.

"Haha, looking at the sunset on the horizon, the beauty of dusk, having another drink is not a bad way to enjoy life!" Yi Feng said with a laugh.

"Yes!"

Qingshan Patriarch sat down on the small stool next to Yi Feng and sighed feelingly. The dusk was beautiful in his eyes, but shamefully, he could not comprehend the sentiment of his senior!

"Humph!"

Zhu Yun snorted in his heart.

If not for Qingshan Patriarch, this commoner would have died ten thousand times already. When Qingshan Patriarch and the Qingshan Sect Master had personally visited, instead of inviting them into the house to entertain them properly, this commoner had the audacity to take out two broken stools to sit at the door?

Who was he looking down on?

However, Zhu Yun did not dare to make a move because of Qingshan Patriarch, so he just stood there without saying a word.

A glimpse.

He subconsciously reached out to flip through the martial arts books Yi Feng had laid out when he caught sight of them.

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