Rebirth of Urban Comprehension

Chapter 11 Surging
the same night.Murong An, who hurried back to Murong's villa, came to the study to meet the patriarch Murong Hao.

Murong Hao is a very ordinary old man, wearing a white-washed Chinese tunic suit, the only thing special is that his eyes are always piercing, and there is always a palpitating light in his eyes, as if in his case Under the wise eyes, all the secrets cannot be hidden.

At this moment, Murong Hao was sitting on a simple wooden desk with a straight waist and a solemn expression, writing vigorously.When Murong An came in, he didn't lift his head and kept his hands, but his majestic voice resounded in the whole study: "So flustered, what happened?"

Murong An was worried about Miss's situation and was shocked by Zhou Yi's display of strength. He was extremely impatient, but when he ran into the study and saw Murong Hao's peaceful face all year round, he immediately calmed down and bowed slowly in front of the desk full of ancient books. He bowed and said respectfully, "Patriarch, I have extremely important news."

"Speak." Murong Hao responded lightly, his arms were still maintaining an even speed, and he was writing on the paper.

Murong An hesitated a little, but after a second thought, he still respectfully said: "Patriarch, do you still remember Zhou Yi, Zhou Boyuan's son?"

"Well, the young master of the Zhou family is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling." Murong Hao nodded his head slightly, and said these words calmly.

Murong An hesitated for a while, and finally said: "There is a bad omen, Miss seems to have a fondness for this Zhou Yi, and according to what I have seen tonight, Zhou Yi is not as bad as he appears."

"Oh? Tell me more specifically." Murong Hao was not surprised at all, his tone and expression were as usual.

Murong An thought that he would be surprised, but he didn't expect that his expression didn't change at all, and he couldn't help but secretly admired that at his age, he was the master of the family, and his mental state was far better cultivated than himself.

Since he had already cleared his mind on the way back, when the head of the family asked, he immediately reported in detail what happened at the Jinbi Hotel in detail, and also emphatically described Zhou Yi's "shrinking the ground into an inch" "Stunt.In the end, he concluded: "Patriarch, I'm afraid this Zhou Yi is not simple. Our previous analysis of his ability and temperament should have caught his trick."

While writing and listening, after Murong An finished conveying the shocking news, Murong Hao always maintained that serious expression, not surprised, not surprised, not surprised, as if his expression was a petrified sculpture, unchanged from time immemorial .He didn't seem to care the slightest bit about his daughter being taken captive by Zhou Yi.

In the end, he just said indifferently: "Since he deliberately forbears, why did he expose himself in a high-profile manner tonight?"

Murong An was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't thought about this question before, his mind was full of Zhou Yi's mystery of shrinking the ground into an inch, when Murong Hao mentioned it, he thought about it, and said: "Maybe he thinks the time is ripe, or maybe it is too late." Show it to Miss, but I can be sure that he is by no means as incompetent as he appears."

"Oh." Murong Hao responded lightly, noncommittal, and said: "Since he likes elegance, then he is not a big threat to my Murong family."

Murong An thought of Zhou Yi's bad deeds, and sighed slightly: "Then shall we send someone to observe him?"

"Don't worry, we'll find out when Qingya comes back, anyway, there are people who are anxious for us." Murong Hao kept running, and gave the countermeasures without thinking.

Murong An's face showed worry: "Is this how he is allowed to associate with Miss?"

"When the child grows up, he will have his own ideas. As long as it is beneficial to my Murong family, why not?" There was a rare amused smile.

"It's just..." Murong An hesitated, looked at the Patriarch, and said, "Zhou Yi has a bad reputation in the past, so you can rest assured?"

Murong Hao smiled slightly: "Hehe, even a father like me deeply admires Qingya's intelligence. She knows what she is doing." The mentality is also very satisfied with this.

Murong An didn't take it seriously, because he clearly saw the scene of Murong Qingya losing her composure.That kind of shyness, that kind of loss of soul, never appeared on her body.At one time, he misunderstood whether Zhou Yi had played miyao on her, otherwise, how could the calm, generous, intelligent, and exquisite lady be so out of her mind and in such a strange way?At Zhou Yi's mercy?
"What are you worried about?" Murong Hao glanced at Murong An, and said with a meaningful smile: "If Zhou Yi is a fool, why should Qingya be afraid? But if it is as powerful as you said, Qingya won't be humiliated, so why bother us?" worry?"

Murong An was taken aback, and felt that what the Patriarch said was reasonable, no matter whether Zhou Yi's jade stone or earthen jar, it would not harm the Murong family, not to mention the young lady's haughty personality would be completely devoted to Zhou Yi as soon as they met, and there was no way to resist it, which shows that he has a special personality temperament.

Thinking of this, he was quite relieved, but thinking of Zhou Yi's despicable things before, no matter whether he was real or fake, it would always make people feel a little pimple, what kind of girl is Miss, with such a sleeping flower Suliu's young master, I feel wronged.

Murong Hao no longer pays attention to Murong An who is still plotting.The vast eyes gradually drifted away from the study room, pierced through the window, and cast their bets on the radiant moon. At this time, a shooting star dragging the bright starlight across the sky, pierced the sky after being dazzling, and then fell quickly. , all the glory disappeared.

He sighed in his heart: Zhou Boyuan was a legend at the beginning, how amazing he was, and he has entered the congenital Dzogchen in his first year. If he was not eager to make a breakthrough and wanted to explore the legendary realm of cultivation, how could he have gone mad? In his heyday Fell like a meteor?If it is said that a mythical figure like him who was born out of nowhere raised a son of an idiot, how can people believe it?Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, I hope you don't let me down and insult your father's world-renowned reputation.

Murong Hao's wise and profound eyes suddenly shine through, and their brilliance is not under the light of meteors!
In the east of the city, it is surrounded by an ancient oriental family residence area full of lush and verdant forests.

In the silent night sky, in the haze night, there was a sound of porcelain falling to the ground.

Dongfang Jie's nightgown was open and his hair was disheveled. He kept grabbing ancient porcelain vases from the antique wooden stand, and smashed them hard on the smooth marble floor.One by one, the precious out-of-print and priceless kiln porcelain made a crisp and piercing clang sound, as if screaming, and then shattered into pieces, losing its meaning forever.

After throwing all the porcelain vases on the shelf and table, he hugged his head panting, squatting among the shattered shiny tiles all over the floor, his eyes were filled with chilling anger.

At this time, an old man in a white Tai Chi suit and holding a cigarette rod walked in from outside the court. A pair of cloth shoes worn for practice slowly stepped on the densely packed porcelain crumbs, but it seemed that they did not touch the ground, and the sharp shards scattered quietly on the ground. Did not stab the sole of his foot.

The old man stopped in front of Dongfang Jie. His tall and mighty figure stood like a mountain, and a shadow completely enveloped Dongfang Jie, who was holding his head and sadly.

"If you want it, you have to fight for it. What's the use of you beating your chest and feet and yelling?" After a long silence, the old man took a puff of dry tobacco and made a slow but extremely deep voice.

Dongfang Jie didn't raise his head, but his desperate and painful voice choked out: "I've tried my best, but she never even looks at me, why! Why! What's so good about that trash! Why is she treating him so well! What the hell is going on? Why!" Dongfang Jie felt sorry for himself, and the last few words were not reconciled, and he yelled out dissatisfied, his anger was like a mad lion, and his voice filled the hall.

"Why?" The old man smiled coldly, and said in a piercingly cold voice: "There is no reason, as long as you want, you can do whatever you want!"

play hard!At the four-character exit, a shivering aura immediately flooded the entire hall of the villa. Several glass cups on the nanmu tea table were even attacked by this sharp aura. peeling off.

Dongfang Jie shook his body, straightened his back, raised his head, and looked at the old man respectfully.

The old man raised his head slightly, stared straight at the ferocious mural of a tiger coming out of the mountain and eating wolves on the front side of the hall with trembling eyes. He didn't look at Dongfang Jie, and his voice was like ice: "As long as you do it, you can get nothing!"

The old man is the person whom Dongfang Jie admires the most. He always takes what he teaches as the most reasonable thing, and always implements it the most diligently and thoroughly.Hearing his warning words at this moment, his heartbroken heart trembled.Like a person who has fallen into the dark abyss and found a bright exit, a lamb who lost his way found his way!

He stood up slowly, his aura gradually changed, irritable, troubled, painful, and melancholy, suddenly surging and boiling, with arrogance flying.He bowed respectfully in front of the old man, a look of sternness flashed across his painful eyes, a murderous intent flashed, and he said through gnashing of teeth, "I understand, what I want, I have to do whatever it takes to get it!" Like a steel knife!

The old man took another look at the ruthless, ferocious, brutal, one-hit kill shown in the picture of the hungry tiger, and his cold and heavy voice hit Dongfang Jie's mind: "Remember, all you need is to ask for it. You can get it!"

The dull and thunderous ending echoed strongly in the hall of the villa, and the afterimage at the gate disappeared, leaving no trace of the old man.

(End of this chapter)