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seems to be as bold as a tiger, but in fact he is as careful as a hair, after all, he Ye Qingling is from the top Haovalve Court in Huaxia, since he was a child, under the influence of the family, the big family is in a circle, and the typical pig has never eaten pork and has seen a pig run.

For a wealthy family like the Yun family, which has a certain scholarly background, in fact, the decision-making of the bull-eared person is the most difficult to figure out, which Ye Qingling knows.

The reason why he chased Ye Hesheng is because one is stupid, the other is crazy, they are all old foxes and little foxes who are extremely familiar with self-defilement, Ye Qingling cultivated himself in the early years, and also practiced calligraphy for a few years.

The Ye family, the head of the four major families in Yanjing.

Note that it is the first, that is to say, looking at Huaxia, his Ye family can be regarded as a root and Miao Hong, and other families with strong roots are not rooted in Miao Hong, no matter how strong the family background is, it can be regarded as a 'side line' at most. Walking within the rules is more constrained, and even at the expense of sky-high property, in order to find a place in this bustling society.

It's not an exaggeration, but the national conditions of Huaxia are like this.

Walking up to the first mountain gate and letting go of the Yun Pojun who had been granted amnesty, the turtle son was afraid that the Ye family's madman would destroy his little piece of fresh meat again, so he went to bandage the small wound on his arm that was broken by the crossbow arrow.

Ye Qingling took a deep breath, for the first time carefully observed the architectural pattern of Biyun Villa, the multi-element architectural style seems to be disorganized, before with a prob, approximately, estimated, maybe a great character, it is said to be called what Nanleng Chen's Tai Chi descendant, after a few days of learning the theory of feng shui, that is, on paper, not to say how proficient Ye Qingling, at first glance from the overall situation to see this villa, is also a little breathtaking.

He Ye Qingling couldn't say those professional terms, he just felt that the whole villa was like a big array, and those miscellaneous buildings were like the chaos in the gossip, although he couldn't understand it, but he didn't know how to understand it.

In fact, it was not reckless to make a brazen attack on Yun Pojun before going up the mountain, on the contrary, the Ye family was planning to take every step of the way, and even figured out people's hearts, trying to make their every move 'secretly in line with the way of heaven', at least not so early to be sentenced to death by Yun Zhange.

Huang Furen and others also followed him up to the second gate of the villa.

The old fox looked at Ye Qingling's expression, slightly surprised, and asked softly, "Can you understand the Feng Shui of the Yun family?"

Ye Qingling did not pretend to be profound, and said: "I don't understand, for feng shui numerology, I half-believe it, believe it, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it, so I didn't study hard before, in fact, I said a young and frivolous word, I Ye Qingling don't believe in feng shui numerology, but believe that my life is up to me." ”

Huang Furen laughed and said: "It seems that he is old and serious, in fact, your third uncle also said this sentence back then, I remember that at that time, it was a god operator who was said to be powerful in the sky to calculate his fate, the reason why the sky is powerful is because this god stick is called 'the first god operator in the world', no one knows the hexagram at that time, but there is a criticism, called '*******, a dragon changes in the face of wind and clouds'." ”

Ye Qingling was stunned for a moment, and then a little dumbfounded.

He had heard of Ye Hesheng's deeds, but not much, as for the old story of Chen Sesame Rotten Grain that Huang Furen said, he didn't know it anymore, his mind turned slightly, and suddenly he was enlightened like a Taoist soarer, and said: "Is there a posterior?"

"The horse leather shroud on the battlefield road, the young man died in Xishu. "Huangfu Ren's words are earth-shattering.

"Hit?"

"Hit!"

"This is my third uncle's life?" Ye Qingling asked.

"All in the middle. Huang Furen smiled.

"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves?" Ye Qingling said.

"What bullshit metaphor?" said Huangfu Ren.

The two stood on the top of the mountain, the wind blowing on their faces, soft, but a little inexplicably cold, looking at each other and smiling, as for believing it or not, it is unknown.

Huang Furen didn't know what kind of psychology he was in, and suddenly had an idea, and said: "Actually, if you want to know about your third uncle's deeds, you can go to Shushan Plank Road, although you can't find the old man guarding the mountain, but Beitang Aoki should know a little bit about it, otherwise the old man in the vest who is even more arrogant than the stinky and shameless Nangong Ao is willing to stoop down to your Ye family as a slave and be a thug for Ye Gange?"

Ye Qingling's brows suddenly furrowed, not knowing what to think, and then stretched her brows.

The old fox Emperor Furen stopped at the point, and did not say much, but raised his hand lightly and pointed ahead.

A wide avenue was originally empty, but in an instant, a group of young men in strong suits armed with steel knives swarmed out, all in white practice clothes, bound by red belts, and wrapped in yellow turbans, with a murderous awe.

And at this moment, Wen Xiangrong and the others, who were closely behind Ye Qingling and Huang Furen, had already walked up to the top of the mountain, looking at the guys holding steel knives that suddenly appeared on the road leading to the second mountain gate of the Yun family, they were all slightly frightened.

Because the group of guys seemed to be running around in a disorderly manner, but they laid down a knife mountain formation in an orderly manner within three minutes, Ye Qingling's scalp was numb, he was not interested in feng shui numerology that belonged to feudal superstition, and he was also not interested in the formation of pretending to be a god and a ghost, so it was a little difficult to ride a tiger now.

"What's the situation?" Jia Hongda's eyes widened, looking at the Daoshan Formation that had formed in just a few minutes, and muttered, "Circus jugglers? ”

Huang Furen smiled slightly, and said to Ye Qingling: "Are you afraid of death?"

Ye Qingling smiled and said, "I'm here to marry a daughter-in-law, not to send me to death." ”

Huangfu Renwan'er, and then explained: "The three levels of the Yun family, the first level is a rain of bullets, the second level is through the Knife Mountain, and the third level is to go down to the Sea of Fire, and this is the Sword Mountain, it depends on whether you choose to break through the Knife Mountain or go to the Knife Mountain?"

"What do you mean by Knife Mountain and Knife Mountain?"

Ye Qingling hadn't answered yet, but Jia Hongda was the first to ask like a curious baby.

Huang Furen suddenly straightened his spine, made a heroic feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers, and said: "Breaking into the Sword Mountain is to enter the army of ten thousand and take the head of the general, all the way through the Sword Mountain Formation, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and punishes Buddha." ”

"What a cow/awesome feeling!" Jia Hongda was a little emotional, and his eyes showed a look of infinite yearning.

Ye Qingling directly ignored Jia Hongda's boundless wishful thinking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, glanced at the Daoshan Formation, and said softly: "I choose, go to Daoshan." ”

It makes the fox cloud look discolored.

Zhu Tan, a scholar, once again lifted the heavy frame, and said softly: "It's right not to choose tricks to die, at least the death won't be so ugly." ”

In a word. Kong Liluo, who had never spoken, smiled and spoke softly.