"It is said that the prodigal son Zhao Yang has not taken off his women's clothes, and he confronted the flower thief, due to years of excessive indulgence, Zhao Yang is weak and weak, and in less than three rounds, he was captured alive by the flower thief, and tied up a five-flower tie. Yin Lan used both hands and feet, dancing and talking with great interest, but he didn't know that there was an extra person behind him, and the spectators in the audience saw the person behind Yin Lan clearly, and they were silent, and the color on their faces became more vivid.

"Hehe, you know, this is the most wonderful time, let's go on, how can the prodigal son of the flower be captured, how can he sit still and wait to die? Although his upper body was tied up with five flowers, he still used his strongest trick, using all his strength to concentrate on his knees, and put on a horizontal horse step, which frightened the flower thief three steps back. Before he could calm down, he saw Zhao Yang fall to the ground with a thud, kowtow three times loudly at the flower thief, and shouted: "A good man spares his life! Xiao Sheng is actually a man! Xiao Sheng has no intention of touching the bad head of a good man, and he also asks the good man to have a large number of them, let go of the little one!"

"The flower thief is the flower thief after all, if he didn't control his own thing, how could he do such a thing that lost his conscience? He saw that Zhao Yang was dressed remarkably, and he looked beautiful, and he even had a feeling of excitement, and then he opened his big mouth, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and laughed: 'Hahaha! I have been floating in the rivers and lakes for decades, but I have never tried a man, especially a bewitching and charming man like you. ’”

Yin Lan stroked his chin and smiled evilly, looking very much like the flower thief he said in his mouth, and the spectators were all trembling and holding back laughter, at this time, someone accosted again: "Yin Lan, you said that you know so clearly, could you be the flower thief! If Zhao Yang saw you, would he shout and kill you, or would the little bird lean into your arms and shout 'Death'?"

"Hahahaha!" the crowd burst into laughter.

"Phew! Even if I'm a flower thief, can I take a fancy to Zhao Yang's rotten chrysanthemum? My stories here are all well documented, but if you ask like this, I guess Zhao Yang's reaction must be the second situation you said! Haha!"

When Yin Lan said this, her shoulder was held down by a powerful hand, and she wanted to pat the hand on her shoulder in disgust, but she felt that her shoulder was clamped and painful, Yin Lan looked back and was suddenly scared and sat on the ground.

Zhao ...... Zhao Yang, when did you come!" Yin Lan said inarticulately.

"You long-tongued woman, in addition to chewing some rotten tongues, what else will you do?" Zhao Yang looked down at Yin Lan with a dark face.

"Hey, I almost forgot, but no one dares to do anything in this small teahouse, and besides, don't look at who my backer is!" Yin Lan quickly calmed down, pointed at Yang Ming, and said with his head held high. Shushan prohibits cannibalism with the same door, but does not restrict private fighting, as long as it does not cause human life and does not destroy the other party's cultivation foundation, it is not a violation of the door rules, but Shushan has an unwritten rule, no one can fight privately in the small teahouse, otherwise they will be expelled from the mountain gate, no one knows where this rule came from, but since the moment they appeared in Shushan, this rule has existed for hundreds of years like an iron law.

"Don't let me meet you outside, or I'll cut your tongue!" Zhao Yang looked in the direction Yin Lan pointed, his body froze, and he was unwilling to leave a word, and then turned to leave.

Yang Ming suddenly felt helpless, saying that this kid is really good at leading the war.

Yin Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, he had watched the dignity of the young master before, as long as he could hug the thigh of the young master today, he would be glorious and rich, and he would enjoy it inexhaustibly!

Yang Ming was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Yin Lan and a few others.

"Young master, from the first time I saw you, I felt the imperial aura that you exuded that made people can't help but want to bow down, from that moment on, my admiration for you is like the water of the Yangtze River gushing endlessly, and like the Yellow River flooding out of control!

"Get out!" Yang Ming scolded mercilessly, and walked out of the small teahouse with Xu Yue, leaving only a pair of dashing backs.

"Sure enough, it deserves to be the boss that I Yin has a fancy for, domineering!"

Yin Lan ignored the middle fingers raised around her, brazenly praised, and turned around to greet everyone: "Okay, okay! Actually, this is just a small episode." Come on, let's go on, the story of the prodigal son and the forty thieves ......"

……

"Senior brother, what do the chrysanthemum remnants mean by the storyteller's mouth just now? Why do they laugh when they hear it, and is it very popular now?"

On the long gravel path, Xu Yue finally broke the silence, but what she said made Yang Ming look black.

"This ...... You just need to know that it's a curse, and the storyteller has a grudge against Zhao Yang in his mouth, and he deliberately smeared it. ”

"But I still want to know what chrysanthemum residue means. Xu Yue blinked her eyes, looking quite cute.

"What's the point of swearing, let's talk about some beautiful things! For example, cultivation or something. ”

Yang Ming tried to tear away from the topic, but unexpectedly, as soon as the two words of cultivation came out, Xu Yue's face suddenly became a little lost, and the bright night sky was also overshadowed.

"Senior brother, did you want to go to Shu Mountain with me for the sake of cultivation?"

Xu Yue stopped, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, Yang Ming was slightly stunned, why did he agree to Xu Yue's request in the first place? The word "good" blurted out almost subconsciously.

"No! I ......"

As soon as Yang Ming was about to explain, he felt that his palm was cold, it was Xu Yue who grabbed his hand, and a warm current flowed along his arm to his whole body, and there was an image in his mind, it was a man in white standing on the top of the mountain, standing with his hands in his hands, and his immortal aura was one with heaven and earth. To Yang Ming's surprise, the man actually looked eight or nine points like himself, except for his clothes and hairstyle, Yang Ming would definitely think that it was him. Yang Ming suddenly realized that this should be the senior brother in Xu Yue's mouth, his previous life - Yan Ming!

Yan Ming slowly raised his hand, the strange thing was that Yang Ming could clearly see the circulation trajectory of the immortal yuan in his body, and all the breath changes were traceable, this was clearly a set of Xiuzhen film and television textbooks from the ancient period!

"Senior brother, this is my memory from a thousand years ago, this set of mental methods is called "Haoran Righteousness", I hope you can regain your glory!"

Xu Yue let go of her hand and smiled at Yang Ming, Yang Ming wanted to thank him, but suddenly felt that the thank you he usually said became very awkward, and he couldn't say anything.

"Needless to say, thank you, it's not getting early, I'll take you to bed. Xu Yue blinked and smiled, and pulled Yang Ming to walk ahead.

Take me ...... Yang Ming knew that he might be thinking crookedly, but he still felt a little like his heart was racing.

"Alright, this is your room! Mine is on the right, there's a knock on the door, see you tomorrow morning!"

As soon as Xu Yue declared that he had seen him early, Yang Ming subconsciously raised his hand and made a gesture of waving goodbye, Xu Yue's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and wave it like Yang Ming, and said with words in her mouth: "What is this?"

"It's goodbye. Yang Ming was warmed by Xu Yue's actions, and replied stupidly.

"See you tomorrow morning!"

Xu Yue beckoned goodbye again, Yang Ming reluctantly watched Xu Yue leave, looked at the room for a week, although it was a little shabby, but it was also quite chic, lying on his back on the hard wooden bed, a smell of wood entered his nose, and he soon fell asleep.

"Yang Ming, remember to fulfill your promise when you're done!" Song Zixuan's smiling face appeared in front of him, Yang Mingteng rolled up from the bed in a flash, and touched it randomly, the mobile phone had fallen off, it had been five days since Jingjiang set off, I don't know if Song Zixuan would worry about herself, and He Caixia, the little witch, and I don't know if Lin Yixin woke up......

Walking out of the wooden house in a cranky way, the sky was already white, and Xu Yue's slender figure stood on the edge of the cliff, sitting on the rock, holding her cheeks and looking at the sky.

"You can't sleep either?" Yang Ming also sat down on the spot and looked at the sky, the sun was about to come out.

"I ...... It's just cultivating!" Xu Yue straightened out her skirt and hugged her arms around her knees.

Yang Ming saw that Xu Yue's face was obviously in a panic, and he didn't break it, and said with a smile: "Is it? The sun is about to rise!"

Xu Yue didn't speak, her hands were a little confused that she had nowhere to put them, Yang Ming stretched out her hand and said gently: "If there is really no place to put your hands, can you put them here?"

Xu Yue was slightly stunned, blushing and putting her hand into Yang Ming's palm.

The cold and soft touch, Yang Ming's heart fluttered, looking at the sky, if only he could take her down the mountain.

With the ringing of three bells, the disciples of Shushan gathered towards the Temple of Heaven, and several important figures appeared today, not only the famous Long Qian, but also Qiu Yang, who was once anxious, and even the unreachable Xu Zixuan will also appear.

The viewing platform was crowded with people, with his chest attached to his back, in order to avoid being taken advantage of, Yang Ming simply took Xu Yue's hand and picked a corner with few people to sit down.

Xu Changqing sat under the big tripod of the Temple of Heaven, and when he saw the unique and extraordinarily unsociable figure in the corner, his face unconsciously wrinkled into a crumpled old newspaper, but he was so frightened by his master's eyes that he smiled and didn't dare to look at it again.

"In the first game, Long Qian played against Yu Yao. I wish you all a prosperous relationship!"

Dao Tong fell, and the viewing platform suddenly became noisy.

"Cut! It's Senior Brother Long's game again, it's so boring!"

"Do you say Senior Brother Yu Yao can survive the three-breath time?"

"Three breaths, have you seen any of the previous ones who survived a breath under Senior Brother Long, except for the time to speak!"

"Bet on the bet! Bet on the big and lose big, bet on the small and lose small, buy and leave, buy and leave!"

A familiar voice came into his ears, Yang Ming's face darkened, sure enough, it was the storyteller, this guy was really out of place with Shushan, I really don't know how he lived to such an old age and still be safe!