Chapter 149 The Taste of Home Cooking (2/2)

He did not go on, nor could he go on. Just like just now, he could only eat one bowl of rice and then he had to run away in a hurry because he was afraid that he couldn't help losing control of himself in front of everyone. He didn't want to lose his cool in public.

Su Emei didn't expect that. She just thought that Li Ye simply thought the food wasn't delicious. Seeing that Li Ye couldn't control himself and covered up his feelings by teasing Xiaoman, she felt uneasy. Looking at Li Ye's side face, Su Emei realized that Li Ye's shoulders were trembling slightly and that his hand which was touching Xiaoman's head was also trembling. She knew very well that Li Ye could remember his childhood and relatives because of the food that she cooked personally. All of a sudden, the joy and pride overwhelmed Su Emei, making her head dizzy. She suddenly realized how awesome she was.

Su Emei didn't dwell on her joy. Su Emei thought that he was true and rich in emotions as she saw Li Ye struggling to hold back his emotions. Only people with pure and good hearts could have such true feelings. She couldn't help but have a better impression of Li Ye, and she had compassion on his poor look. These days, Li Ye was always unrestrained and happy, so it was hard to imagine him being so vulnerable. Homesickness was always overwhelming. Su Emei could understand, but her heart couldn't help trembling. Involuntarily, she stretched out her warm hands to grasp Li Ye's trembling arm, trying to comfort him.

Li Ye was stunned and looked back in surprise. He saw a pair of clear and warm watery eyes. In those eyes, there were stars and sunshine that melted snow in winter.

...

On the small hill behind the bamboo forest, three people stood against the wind, looking coldly at the courtyard where Li Ye and the others were.

The leader was a young childe in splendid clothes, romantic and unruly. He was waving a folding fan in his hand before his chest. But his eyes were full of resentment and malice, which made him look like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark.

”Did these three people make my uncle find my grandfather to fight against my father for the position of the home lord today?” The childe in splendid clothes stared at Li Ye and Su Emei, his face darkening.

”They are these three people, two Taoists in shabby clothes and a nobody who comes from nowhere.”

Beside the childe in splendid clothes, a servant nodded and bowed. ”But in fact, Cui Keli, that fellow, wants to compete for the position of the home lord, not because of their temptation, but because he originally has the intention of coveting the position of the home lord. These people are his helpers, and now that his helpers have come, he will naturally take action!”

”This old guy!”

The childe in splendid clothes slapped his folding fan on his palm and gnashed his teeth. ”He pretends to be pure and lofty in daily life, but in the end, he wants to fight against my father for the position of the home lord. He is really hateful! I have to teach this hypocritical person a good lesson!”

Speaking of this, the childe in splendid clothes looked at the third person. Facing this person, he became very respectful instead of arrogant. He cupped his hands. ”Master Yang, I hope you will help.”

With his hands behind his back, this cultivator surnamed Yang looked grim and had a domineering temperament of the ”I am the peak of the mountain”. He only snorted faintly in response to the respectful request of the childe in splendid clothes.

The other side put on airs, but the childe in splendid clothes dared not to feel dissatisfied. He felt joyful as the other side promised to help.

With flattery on his face, the servant smiled obsequiously. ”Master Yang, you're the First Sword in Qing Prefecture. If you start a fight, no one dares not to dodge in the entire Qing Prefecture. You're overqualified to deal with these Taoists from the countryside. It's effortless!”

The name of the cultivator surnamed Yang was Yang Zhongxiu, and he was known as the First Sword in Qing Prefecture. His famous cultivation method was called Hawk Wing-spreading Sword which had a great reputation in Qing Prefecture.

The cultivator surnamed Yang had no expression on his face and turned a blind eye to the servant's flattery.

”You know nothing. Go away!”

The childe in splendid clothes glared at the servant, but when facing Yang Zhongxiu, he smiled and said with admiration, ”The Taoist of Penglai is full of praise for your Hawk Wing-spreading Sword. That year when you visited the Penglai Immortal's sect, Penglai had asserted that the Hawk Wing-spreading Sword would be famous all over the world within twenty years!”

The flattery got to the point, so Yang Zhongxiu finally looked better, but he just waved his hand lightly and said impatiently, ”If it weren't for you, I wouldn't take this small potato seriously. Since you want to launch a fight, then do it quickly. After getting rid of them, I have to go back to cultivate.”

”Yes, yes. I dare not delay your cultivation. Why don't we go right now?”