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Praruolan was dressed in a white gauze skirt and looked at him with tears in her eyes,

Shu Yuan lowered his gaze and said lightly: "Didn't you say okay, don't you call me senior brother again." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Praruolan clenched the handkerchief in her palm, her lips trembled, and she let out a few sad cries, "Yes, Sect Master." ”

Shu Yuan had no intention of wasting time with her, so he turned around and walked out,

"You're still a Demon Cult Saintess, and that won't change. ”

When the words fell, his figure floated up, and instantly turned into a white shadow and disappeared.

Praruolan accepted the crying, and the big stone in her heart was put down, her father went, her martial arts have always been slack, and she can only be regarded as a third-rate, and now she can only rely on her senior brother,

She looked at the direction of Ganquan Palace stupidly, her cheeks were slightly red, according to the rules of the Yin Lan sect, the sect masters of the past dynasties must marry the holy daughter, the posture of the senior brother is like a heavenly man, and the women in the sect all love him. It is her lifelong wish to be able to marry her senior brother, and the senior brother promised her the position of a saint to remain unchanged, isn't it, the senior brother also likes her in his heart?

Back to Ganquan Palace, after taking a bath, Shuyuan washed his wet hair, bored leaning in front of the window, it was winter, the white plum in the yard was lively and lively, a gust of cold wind hit, the white petals floated into the air, and sneaked into the window with the wind, quietly falling into the wide cuffs of Shuyuan, bringing a faint cold plum fragrance.

Bearing the internal force, Su Yuan was no longer afraid of the cold, but the room was burning with gold silk carbon, and the dumb servant lowered his head to bring the warm plum wine, and bent down and retreated.

Smelling the aroma of wine, Su Yuan raised a little interest, poured half a glass of wine, sniffed it gently, and then slowly drank it all.

The plum wine is made by him when he has nothing to do, and there are too few things he cares about in heaven and earth, and the wine is one. Martial arts are too easy for him, he has never practiced seriously but has reached the third level, and in order not to increase his strength, he has to suppress it all the time.

After drinking half a pot of plum wine, Su Yuan was already slightly drunk, lazily leaning on the warm food behind him, closing his eyes, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, Su Yuan frowned, his eyes opened, and he immediately sat up and meditated, and the qi around him overflowed everywhere, and the long curtain in the room instantly turned into pieces.

After a long time, he opened his eyes faintly, and looked at the half pot of plum wine on the table with displeasure, blaming him for drinking the wine and losing control, the Yin Lan Heart Sutra operated on its own, and almost broke through the fourth level, although it was suppressed by him at the last moment. However, in the recent period, we must calm down and slowly withdraw our strength.

I can't drink anymore lately.

Suzhou City,

At noon, there was a shout in the Yixiang Garden:

"Come out quickly, girls, Yang Gongzi is here—"

Suddenly, all the flower girls upstairs and downstairs rushed out, and ran downstairs with the hairpin, and saw the young man who walked in at the door at a glance, all of whom were overjoyed, and greeted them with a smile.

I saw that the boy was in his twenties, with a white jade, purple and gold crown on his head, a blue and green brocade robe, a handsome face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes like soaked in spring water, with veins and affection, which made people's hearts like deer.

Yang Gongzi's real name is Yang Yuxi, he is the son of Yang Zhentian, the leader of the martial arts alliance, although his background is not small, he only has the title of the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his reputation is not obvious in the rivers and lakes. Just because he doesn't learn and has no skills, he doesn't practice martial arts diligently, and his skills can be considered second-rate.

I saw his thin lips curled to one side, with a wicked smile, and a green jade bone fan in his hand, so graceful.

As soon as he stepped into Yixiang Garden, he was surrounded by enthusiastic girls, and the girls held his arms tightly with their close hands, and said coquettishly: "Young Master Yang, come to Furong here today~"

Someone hurriedly said: "Young Master Yang, you promised to come to me last time, but you can't go back." ”

A middle-aged woman outside the main hall said sharply: "Give me all back, one by one like the flower girls in the building, and then be so indulgent~ Don't blame me for expelling you from Yixiang Garden!"

The girls who were reprimanded wilted, whispered yes, and reluctantly went back.

Only then did the middle-aged woman smile, stepped forward and saluted the young man, and said, "Young man Yang is smiling." ”

Yang Yuxi said with a smile: "Aunt Sun, it's okay, the girls also want to dance better." ”

Aunt Sun rolled her eyes in her heart, Yang Gongzi is young and talented, and he knows how to dance, and often points out the shortcomings of dancers, and the girls are good, and they pull Yang Gongzi into their own house in the name of learning to dance, like a smelly cat, and pounce up for a while.

"Yang Gongzi, I came here today, but "Sword Dance" has been choreographed?"

Yang Gongzi nodded, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and slowly unfolded it, Aunt Sun looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be attracted by the wonderful dance,

Aunt Sun exclaimed: "This dance is smooth, wide open and closed, the dancer is holding a sword, and in the end it seems to be integrated with the sword body, it is really, wonderful!"

Yang Yuxi raised her eyebrows proudly, her slender and white fingers lightly tapped the scroll, and asked, "I can't wait to see this dance, and I also ask Aunt Sun to arrange for the girl to practice as soon as possible, so that Yang can feast her eyes." ”

Aunt Sun frowned, "This, it's hard to say." She pointed to a few places in the scroll, and said, "Although the dance on the scroll is beautiful, but Yang Gongzi, please see, here are the leaves and flowers, and here the dragon and the sword, and here...... These moves, the dancers can't do it. Otherwise, it would be easier for Yang Gongzi to change these places?"

Yang Yuxi did not hesitate, and shook his head directly: "The essence of "Sword Dance" is all in these places, if you change it, you will lose its taste, alas," he sighed lightly, rolled up the painting scroll, and retracted it in his sleeve with great importance.

"Since no one can dance, then I'll take it back. Aunt Sun, farewell. ”

"Hey, Young Master Yang, you go slowly. ”

Out of Yixiang Garden, said goodbye to the girls who waved at the railing on the second floor, and Yang Yuxi entered his carriage.

That's right, Yang Yuxi has always gone out in a carriage rather than riding a horse, and it is rare for him to be so quiet, so indifferent, and so lazy at an age like him who is so righteous and arrogant.

Back at the Yang Mansion, the housekeeper greeted him directly, "Young master, the master asked you to go to the martial arts training ground to find him." ”

When Yang Yuxi heard this, he handed the folding fan in his hand and the painting scroll in his sleeve to the little servant, and asked him to send it to his study, and then went to the martial arts training ground.

As soon as he opened the door of the martial arts training ground, a fierce Gang Qi struck, and Yang Yuxi hurriedly carried light skills and dodged away.

"Dad, you're going to kill me!" he said urgently.

I saw a middle-aged man in the middle of the martial arts training field, his face was resolute, he was dressed in a simple cyan robe, and a silver spear in his hand, it was Yang Zhentian, the leader of the martial arts alliance,

He raised the tip of the spear and snorted coldly: "I haven't been in shape all day, and my martial arts are so bad that it's almost like a waste." ”

Yang Yuxi's face was not good, and he said angrily: "Is there a father like you? It's as if I wasn't born to you." ”

Yang Zhentian said disdainfully: "Okay, since you are not convinced, let's make a bet, if you can live ten moves under me, I will not call you a waste." ”

"Bibi, come on!" Yang Yuxi rolled up his sleeves and stared at his father tightly.

"Good boy, I'm here!" When the words fell, Yang Zhentian speared the dragon and attacked Yang Yuxi, the silver spear was tricky, and he went to his weakness, forcing Yang Yuxi to be very embarrassed.

Fortunately, after many years of escaping for his life under the tip of his father's gun, Yang Yuxi's other martial arts are not good, and his light skills are close to first-class, and for a while, although his body is crooked, he can still persevere.

Yang Zhentian nodded secretly, the first nine moves pointed out the weaknesses of his body, and the tenth move was suddenly sharp, and the moment he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, the tip of the spear had already touched his heart.

Yang Yuxi exhaled and panted, looked at the tip of the gun in his chest in annoyance, and said helplessly: "I lost." ”

Yang Zhentian sneered, withdrew the silver gun, and smashed two big characters on his son's head: "Waste." ”

Just when the two of them were about to stare at the old age, the door of the martial arts training ground opened, and a woman with a beautiful face and a gentle temperament walked in, and when she saw the familiar scene, she knew that her son had been wronged again.

"Xi'er, when I came back, I didn't know to come to tell my mother here. ”

The woman is the wife of Yang Zhentian, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, the mother of Yang Yuxi, and Lin Nan, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Gang.

"Madam, you look at the waste, you can't pass ten moves under my hands. ”

Mrs. Lin raised her eyebrows, and went up to Yang Zhentian is big ear scraper,

"You reckless man, who are you talking about!"

Yang Yuxi is so unhappy, he always remembers to eat or not, and he dares to scold me in front of his mother, he rushed into his mother's arms in a few steps, higher than the height of two heads, and buried his head in his mother's arms, pointing to his father who was scratched by one ear, and complained aggrievedly: "Mother, when I came back, I was chased and beaten by my father, and scolded me for being a waste many times, it was too much." ”

Mrs. Lin snorted at her son's head and was very distressed, and she was angry at Yang Zhentian, she said: "Okay, you Yang Zhentian, son, you don't feel distressed, I feel distressed, go to the study by myself tonight!"

"Hey, lady......" Yang Zhentian was about to explain, but Mrs. Lin had already gone back with her precious son.

"Alas," Yang Zhentian rubbed his flushed face, scolding his son for always treating himself with his wife. It looks like I'll have to stay alone tonight.

At night, when Wan Lai was silent, in the study, Yang Zhentian closed the book, blew out the oil lamp, and lay on the cold bed.

Without his wife's warm bed, Yang Zhentian fell asleep for a while, and suddenly there was a faint aroma in his dream, Yang Zhentian, who had been sleeping lightly, immediately closed his mouth and nose, grabbed the short knife at the head of the bed and sat up, and said sharply: "He Fang Xiaoxiao, dare to come to my Yang Mansion to spread wild!"

The aroma in the air was suddenly strong, and the sound of laughter came from afar,

"No matter how good you are in the world, you can't resist my bare bones, hehehe~"