Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The peerless scholar's cold eyes fell on Zhang Yifeng, waiting for an answer.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned and looked at Wushuang Scholar in confusion, wondering why he suddenly changed so drastically.

He looked deeply moved before, but in the blink of an eye he was as cold as an ice sculpture.

"Don't worry about what I mean, I just need your answer!"

The unparalleled scholar seemed to have something wrong with his mood, he stared at Zhang Yifeng and shouted in a low voice.

"Fellow Taoist Wushuang, there seems to be something wrong with your mood."

"Let's wait until you calm down and then talk about it in detail."

Zhang Yifeng frowned, stood up from the table, and said softly.

"I……"

The Wushuang scholar's expression paused, and he lowered his head and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm sorry for letting you read my joke, Fellow Taoist Killer God. Let's talk about it later."

"You go to the side room to rest first, and I will arrange for someone to take care of you."

After saying this, the Wushuang scholar's figure moved, soared into the sky, and disappeared from Zhang Yifeng's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, this temper is too weird."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and stood up, walked to the side room in the small courtyard, and sat up on the bed to meditate.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the side room, and a maid in white clothes walked in.

"I've met Lord Killer."

The maid stood respectfully at the door and bowed to Zhang Yifeng.

"I wonder what the Lord Killer God's orders are?"

The maid stepped up to Zhang Yifeng and asked respectfully.

"No, but I really want to ask about your family head."

Zhang Yifeng slowly opened his eyes and said softly.

"This servant dare not mention the Lord's affairs."

The maid panicked when she heard the sound and quickly fell to her knees.

"It doesn't matter. If fellow Taoist Wushuang talks about this matter, just say it was me who asked."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head, stretched out his hand and lit a spiritual light, helping the person up from the ground.

"Okay, okay."

The maid raised her head cautiously and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was sitting on the bed.

"What is the temperament of fellow Taoist Wushuang?"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes fell on the maid and asked softly.

"The Lord has always had a good temperament, and he is also very kind to us maids with low cultivation levels."

"But the Lord's attitude towards his generals is very cold."

"Sometimes they are even beaten or scolded. Many generals are afraid of the Lord."

The maid spoke carefully, and her words were full of caution.

"Um……"

Zhang Yifeng pondered for a long time and felt something in his heart.

From the moment he met Wushuang Scholar, Zhang Yifeng felt that he seemed to be more indifferent to people with higher cultivation levels.

Now after hearing what the maid said, Zhang Yifeng felt even more confident.

It seems that the unparalleled scholar will only show his true temperament when facing someone with lower cultivation and weaker strength.

As for people with high cultivation level, Wushuang Scholar has always been honest.

From the five dragons and tigers killed by Zhang Yifeng, it is not difficult to see that the personality of the unparalleled scholar is indeed like this.

As the generals of the Wushuang Scholar, the Five Dragons and Tigers were beheaded by Zhang Yifeng.

Wushuang Scholar has never been angry at all.

No matter how much Wushuang Scholar regarded his subordinates as tools, he would not treat Zhang Yifeng so calmly.

From these various clues, it is not difficult for Zhang Yifeng to see that Wushuang Scholar must have some kind of knot in his mind.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this knot that the unparalleled scholar has different attitudes towards people.

So much so that his personality suddenly changed and he treated Zhang Yifeng indifferently.

"I'm sorry to bother you. If Fellow Taoist Wushuang embarrasses you over this matter, just say that I forced you to do it."

After Zhang Yifeng thought about it, he nodded slightly and smiled lightly at the maid.

"Many, thank you, sir."

Upon hearing this, the maid hurriedly bowed and quickly exited the room.

As the maid of the Young Supreme, she naturally knew the meaning of Zhang Yifeng's words, which meant that she was ready to go down.

Time gradually passed, and Zhang Yifeng did not know how long time had passed in the void.

Until the aura of the peerless scholar appeared in the courtyard again.

Zhang Yifeng just stood up and walked out of the side room.

The courtyard was eerily quiet. The peerless scholar sat alone in front of the stone table, with his back to Zhang Yifeng.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist Killer God, for letting you see my uncool side earlier."

The Wushuang scholar sighed and said quietly with his back to Zhang Yifeng.

"It doesn't matter. As I said before, I have already regarded you as my friend."

"Conflicts are inevitable between friends."

Zhang Yifeng just chuckled and came to sit next to Wushuang Scholar.

He saw Wushuang Scholar drinking alone with a wine glass in his hand.

"Friends?"

"Fellow Taoist Killer God, if you really want to be my friend, how about you listen to my story first?"

The Wushuang scholar turned to look at Zhang Yifeng and raised the wine glass in his hand.

The dim light in the void fell on his face, adding a bit of mystery to the Wushuang scholar.

"Of course I'm interested, but drinking alone would be too lonely."

Zhang Yifeng laughed loudly, his eyes flashing.

He took out a jar of wine from the storage ring and placed it on the stone table. After pouring himself a glass, he looked at the peerless scholar expectantly.

"Ah."

The unparalleled scholar couldn't help but have a flash of reminiscence in his eyes as he looked at this scene.

"Perhaps in the eyes of fellow Daoist Killer God, as one of the Young Supremes, my status is extremely noble."

"But in fact, I was just a little monk in the lower realm."

Zhang Yifeng did not interrupt when he heard the sound, but just took a sip of the wine in the glass.

"Looking back now, life in the lower world was actually my happiest day."

"Teachers are in harmony, brothers and sisters are respectful."

"This kind of life continued until I traveled around and got a rare treasure by chance."

When the unparalleled scholar said this, the look of reminiscence in his eyes suddenly stopped, replaced by a trace of unspeakable regret.

Zhang Yifeng's heart moved when he heard this, and he thought of Wanshu Pavilion that Wushuang Scholar had mentioned before.

"Yes, the rare treasure I obtained at that time was Wanshu Pavilion."

"Obtaining Wanshu Pavilion is the greatest luck and greatest misfortune in my life."

"It is only because I own the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion that I can sit in my current position and become the Nine Young Supremes."

"But it was also the beginning of all my misfortunes."

The Wushuang scholar took a deep breath and tightened his hand on the wine glass slightly.

Under Zhang Yifeng's solemn gaze, the wine glass in Wushuang scholar's hand exploded to pieces.

But the Wushuang scholar seemed not to feel it, allowing the fragments of the wine glass to pierce into his flesh and blood.

Streams of blood flowed down the palm of his hand, but the Wushuang scholar did not have the slightest intention of using his magic power to heal the wounds.

Wushuang Scholar, who was obviously immersed in sadness, had no time to care about this little pain.

"Fellow Taoist Wushuang, just tell a story. Why hurt yourself?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng reached out and pressed the palm of Wushuang Scholar's hand.

She looked at him with a smile and spread out his clenched palms.