C325 Qi yunfeng 7

"Oh." Murong Xuan responded faintly.

Back then, if this sickly young master's father could invite the Old Pan over, could he also do the same?

As long as he could solve the problem with money, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Young master, you're too kind. I owe you a great debt. What's wrong with cooking food for young master?" Old Pan smiled and bowed towards the sickly young master, his eyes filled with respect and love for the pale young master.

Was it because of kindness?

That would be troublesome!

Murong Xuan rubbed his chin, thinking of a way to get hold of this chef.

"Young master, since you've already eaten the noodles, can you save my young master? Please say something." With great difficulty, Bookboy managed to grab a bundle of straw and he instantly wished that he could tie himself to Murong Xuan.

It was not easy to get hope for, but he did not want it to get flooded!

"Oh, I didn't eat enough." Murong Xuan pushed the bowls aside. The six big bowls were emptied out just like that.

"This, this little brother doesn't look that big, I didn't expect him to be so good at eating." Even the Old Pan could not help but feel troubled.

Even ordinary flour could not make such delicious noodles.

"Are there no noodles left?" The sickly, pale young master carefully asked.

With that said, the Old Pan nodded his head in distress.

This young master is an inner disciple of Qi Yun Peak, that Qi Yun Peak is the only sect that has a chance of saving young master.

"It's fine, didn't you guys want to go to Qi Yun Peak? I'll bring you guys there, wait until you reach Qi Yun Peak, then make me something else to eat. " Murong Xuan readily agreed.

The people who just came down from Qi Yun Peak just now led another group of people up just like that.

When they arrived at the entrance, the servant at the entrance had originally wanted to stop Murong Xuan and the rest, but when he saw the inner disciple plate, he immediately let them in.

Most people did not have the qualifications to discipline the inner sect disciples. Only people of the elder rank had the qualifications to discipline them, not to mention, the dean was extremely courteous to Murong Xuan, and the other elders did not even have the qualifications to bother with them.

"Little brother, I didn't see that you've become an inner disciple of this Qi Yun Peak at such a young age." When the Bookboy saw Murong Xuan and the rest bring them to Qi Yun's Peak, he was instantly extremely happy, jubilant like a little sparrow.

One had to know that the threshold of Qi Yun's Peak was too high. Earlier, an outer disciple was searched, and this little brother was really awesome, he directly brought them in.

Murong Xuan casually waved his hand: "This is nothing, you can as well."

Murong Xuan was only speaking the truth. As long as he had money, he could also do whatever he wanted at Qi Yun's peak. However, in the ears of Old Pan and Bookboy, these words became Murong Xuan's humble words of courtesy.

He didn't expect this little brother to have such a state of mind at such a young age. It was truly rare.

After entering Qi Yun's Peak, the Bookboy and the Old Pan looked at the surroundings with faces full of shock.

This Qi Yun Peak was truly as imposing as the legends said it was!

"Old Pan, our Young Master is saved." Bookboy held onto Old Pan's hand excitedly, thinking that Murong Xuan could definitely cure Young Master's illness.

However, Murong Xuan did not care about this matter at all. In her opinion, since he had already brought them to Qi Yun Peak, what she was going to do next, was up to them.

After all, the young man's illness was difficult to treat.

"When are you going to cook?" The matter of food was what Murong Xuan was most concerned about.

However, the Old Pan and the Bookboy had not even figured out where Qi Yun was, so how could they be in the mood to cook?

Therefore, Murong Xuan asked this question ten times throughout the journey, and continued to ask questions even when he reached his own residence.

Old Pan at the side felt extremely miserable!

He's just a cook, okay?

Bookboy was elated, supporting her young master, he described the surroundings to her young master, as though his young master had no eyes and could not be seen.

"Gongzi, at least find me a kitchen. I don't even have a kitchen, what do you want me to do?" Cai Ling was helpless, and couldn't help but ask on behalf of the Old Pan.

Miss's thoughts of wanting to eat can be understood. After all, it wasn't easy for Miss to find someone she liked, but … The kitchen had to be given, didn't it?

"Don't Qi Yun Peak have a lot of kitchens?" Murong Xuan blinked, not noticing at all that this was Qi Yun's kitchen, which was basically not his own. Thus, he could not allow himself to use it as he wished.

After a while, Murong Xuan reacted and gave Cai Ling a handful of purple gold coins, allowing him to bring Old Pan to the kitchen.

Having money was easy to do. These words were fully displayed on Qi Yun Peak.

When Cai Ling took the money and looked for the Principal, telling him that Murong Xuan needed to eat the Old Pan's food, the Principal didn't say anything further and directly accepted the money. He even considerately asked what ingredients Murong Xuan needed to write.

Looking at the pile of purple gold coins, Cai Ling felt a little pained.

This was such a waste of money!

This Qi Yun Feng's Principal was obviously a person who opened his eyes wide when he saw money!

He did not know where Thief Lord and the rest were either.

Cai Ling was so tired!

As a steward, he felt pain in his heart when he saw someone more greedy than his mistress snatch her money.

"This is where I live, it's bigger, the room next door is still empty, why don't you stay there first?" Murong Xuan arranged the pale youth directly next to him. This action caused both Mo Ziming and Cai Ling to be dumbstruck and they couldn't react for a long time.

Miss, even if you want to eat something, you can't arrange it this way. The two of us are women after all, so how can we live in the same courtyard as a man?

Mo Ziming was even more dumbfounded, did this Murong Xuan even put him in his eyes?

He shared a room with someone else, but she actually gave her own room to an unfamiliar man? Where would that place him?

"Is the inner court disciple's courtyard so big?" Bookboy was a little surprised. He put his luggage into the room one by one, and did not feel that anything was amiss.

In the eyes of the Bookboy, Murong Xuan, Cai Ling, were all men, what was wrong with men living in the same courtyard?

On the other hand, his young master, after much contemplation, finally decided to settle down with a slightly flushed face.

"Bullsh * t, all inner court disciples have their own room, okay?" Mo Ziming said as he felt that it was unfair for his.

He only shared a room with others!

If it wasn't for the fact that Murong Xuan, this stubborn girl, insisted on taking a house, and didn't want to live with others, the dean wouldn't have given her two people such a big house.

He did not know how much money Murong Xuan had given the Principal, to be able to get a room for each of them …

In the face of Mo Ziming's ridicule, Murong Xuan did not hesitate to step on Mo Ziming's foot: "I'm stronger than him, so I have a room to myself."

Although she did not know how Mo Ziming managed to enter the inner sect, there was no doubt that the money was easy to do. The treatment that she, the number one tycoon in Eight Wastes Continent, received, was definitely not something that ordinary people could compare to.

"Yes, yes." Bookboy nodded in agreement.

From how Murong Xuan acted, it could be seen that this Young Master Murong was extremely rich!

Furthermore, the disciples of this Qi Yun Peak were not lacking in money. Those who could enter the inner sect were all super alchemists with both money and talent!

"That's right, my Young Master's surname is Huangfu, and his name is very famous." Bookboy, after receiving the pale youth's signal, finally revealed the pale youth's real name.

Just like Murong Xuan, Murong Xuan's surname was Murong. When he reported his name, the other party had already guessed that Murong Xuan's identity was possibly related to his Murong Family, but Murong Xuan was completely indifferent when he heard the name Huangfu Zhaoran.

What her surname meant had nothing to do with her, as long as the food was delicious.

Cai Ling, who was at the side, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Huangfu Zhaoran with the expression of someone who had never seen the light before.

So this sickly person was someone from Huangfu Family?

No wonder there was such an innate sense of nobility.

Huangfu Family was also one of the top ten families, and previously, they were part of an ancient dynasty. However, because of the rebellion of the rebel army, they gradually declined, and now, they seem to be living in seclusion in the forest.

"So it's Huangfu Haoyue. I greet you." When Mo Ziming heard this name, his eyes faintly flashed, and he bowed towards Huangfu Zhaoran.

"Please excuse me." Huangfu Zhaoran quickly bowed in reply, and before Huangfu Zhaoran could ask for his name, Mo Ziming had already reported his name: "I am the successor of the Mo family, Mo Ziming."

"So it's Brother Mo. Please excuse me." Hearing that, Huangfu Zhaoran immediately understood, and even the Bookboy beside him revealed an expression of disbelief.

This Qi Yun Peak was truly a den of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, even the people from the Mo family were here.

"Aren't they vulgar? Is the meal ready? " Murong Xuan speechlessly curled his lips, raised his head, and looked at his own little housekeeper, Cai Ling.

Cai Ling muttered in displeasure: "The kitchen is already prepared, once Old Pan is done, we can eat it."

She had spent a lot of money on the kitchen.

When Thief Lord comes, I will definitely let him steal away this Principal's blood.

Just as Cai Ling had said, not long later, the Old Pan brought the dishes over. The six of them gathered in Murong Xuan's room and drank and chatted happily.

Huangfu Zhaoran could not drink, and could only use tea in place of wine, but the most bitter part was still the Old Pan. After eating a few mouthfuls, Murong Xuan finished all the food, and continued to talk about how he still wanted to eat.

Old Pan was helpless, he had already made enough for ten people, he thought it should be enough to eat, but he did not expect Murong Xuan to eat more than half of it.

"How did your mouth grow so long? How did you eat so fast?" And your thin arms are tender and fleshy. Even after eating so much, I still haven't seen you grow any meat. " As he said that, Mo Ziming's gaze unconsciously shifted from Murong Xuan's face to's stomach.

Look at this body. It ate so much for nothing.

"What does it matter to you how much I eat?" Murong Xuan unrestrainedly let Cai Ling kick him out.

He even touched his face while eating and drinking?