Second uncle: Where did this come from? The original owner's memory doesn't seem to have seen it.

The man was wearing a white shirt, with black hair fixed on the top of his head with a hairpin, and his temperament was elegant, like a magnolia, like a landscape painting with light brushes and light ink, light and elegant. There is always a smile in the corner of his eye. At first glance, it doesn't look like a general's family, but more like a weak scholar, and his knowledgeable appearance is very comfortable.

But she still stepped forward and shouted respectfully: "Second uncle." ”

Ye Hongyuan nodded with satisfaction, "Little Ge'er, you can pass on Ye Tangsheng as your daughter." ”

Ye Shengge was even more puzzled, and glared at his grandfather. He also told her before to let her be his adopted daughter, how did she become a second uncle again. Wouldn't she be able to drink Ye Tianxiong's peers?

Ye Hongyuan didn't dare to look at his granddaughter, but hurriedly left a sentence: "You talk slowly, Xiaoge'er, you and your second uncle have a good communication about the clan competition." Then the smoke disappeared.

Ye Shengge supported his forehead. Why does she have such a grandfather, she is simply an old naughty boy.

"You're Ye Shengge, aren't you? It was the second uncle who spoke, and there was no ripple in his voice.

Ye Shengge nodded slightly.

Ye Tangsheng set his eyes on Ye Shengge's body and looked up and down.

Well, not bad. In the later stage of the spirit gathering, I heard my father say that she was originally a girl who couldn't cultivate spiritual power. I don't know what kind of chance I had, but I suddenly rose to the late stage of Gathering Spirits in three months.

It's a good seedling.

Ye Shengge's hair was straight when she was looked at by her second uncle, and she felt as if she was an object, being scrutinized by others. Looking at this second uncle, how can she feel a little younger. Compared with Ye Tianxiong, the second uncle in front of him really can't be called 'father', let alone say anything about succession.

Mainly because he is really young, he seems to be in his twenties, and he doesn't look like his grandfather's son.

"Come here. "The gentle voice is like a gurgling trickle.

Ye Shengge hesitated for a while, but still walked over, and looked straight into Ye Tangsheng's eyes with phoenix eyes.

But those eyes, always with a gentle color, seemed to pay no attention to her, and only stared at the ring on her right hand.

Ye Shengge subconsciously clenched his fists. But Ye Tangsheng was also very familiar and didn't continue to watch.

Raising his hand, he grabbed Ye Shengge's arm with his rough fingertips and picked up the sleeves on her arms.

This move startled Ye Shengge, and his face was suddenly dyed with two blushes, and he said a little unnaturally: "Second uncle, don't, don't be like this." With the other hand, he pushed down the sleeve and tried to cover the exposed lotus root again.

But the man's strength is too great, and she can't get him no matter how hard she can.

And Ye Tangsheng didn't seem to see the strangeness of Shengge, just stared at the white and tender lotus root arm and turned left and right. It's like I'm looking for something.

Then he put on a disappointed look and let go of his hand. Shaking his head, he said, "It's okay, you can go to the martial arts arena with me." "It's back to its elegant appearance.

Ye Shengge couldn't help but ask, "Second uncle, are you grandpa's own son?"

The person in front of him didn't answer, but his body stiffened a little for a moment, which made Ye Shengge almost think it was a hallucination.

It seems that the identity of her second uncle is not simple.

She reached out and put the white gauze tape on her face and followed.

......

Ye Shengge followed behind the second uncle, and after a while, he got into the carriage outside the door.

On the road, the carriage was a little bumpy, but it didn't let the two people in the carriage say a word.

When she arrived at the barracks of the Ye family's generals, when Ye Shengge walked into the barracks, she always felt uncomfortable being watched.

Coincidentally, Ye Shengge is not a blind thought. It was that many people in the barracks speculated because of Ye Shengge's arrival. Because Ye Shengge was wearing a veil, everyone didn't recognize it, otherwise it would be even more surprised. However, everyone was surprised that Ye Tangsheng would actually bring a woman to the barracks.

If it's a family member, of course, it's a different matter.

Today is the Ye family, and all the side branches will come to participate in the clan competition, and there are no soldiers in the barracks. Some are just a group of young boys and girls, everyone is huddled, and some are lonely and wandering around the barracks alone.

Ye Tangsheng is a well-known ascetic son, cough, of course, everyone said that he was an elegant son. The main Ye Shengge always felt that this second uncle was a bit pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, so he changed his name to the ascetic son.

There are still a lot of fans and fans of her second uncle, and now the little girls like this kind of elegant and bookish handsome brother. As soon as they saw Ye Shengge and Ye Tangsheng walking together, many women had already bitten their handkerchiefs wet.

"I declare that the Ye family is a big one, starting now. ”

"The way of jousting is selected by lottery, a total of 100 lots, and those who draw the same number become the opponents in the ring. Only fifty people made the cut. ”

"The first round of clan competition begins. ”

The whole site is about a few thousand square meters, with an open-air platform in the middle. It should be the ring that the host said. Directly in front of the ring is a stepped stone layer, each layer is placed with tables, chairs and benches, the top layer of the table and chairs are the most luxurious, even the melon and fruit dim sum is the best spirit fruit of Weijiafang. It is said that eating it can grow a month of spiritual power.

It's hard to buy.

This shows how deep the Ye family's family background is. The Ye family is divided into seven side branches, and the general's mansion controlled by Ye Hongyuan is the Ye family of the second side branch. The main house is the Prime Minister's Mansion of the Qinglong Kingdom, which is controlled by Ye Zhongyang.

There are also six side branches of the Ye family, she herself is not very clear, the original owner's memory only vaguely remembers about the main family, only knows that the main family is all the top spirit masters, in the Qinglong Kingdom, there are thirteen of them are strong spirit venerables. The rest is unknown.

Ye Shengge was a little speechless, tsk, there were a total of three Spirit Venerable powerhouses in their Vermilion Bird Country, and their main family accounted for thirteen in the Qinglong Kingdom. One can imagine the disparity in strength.

At the same time, the young man who thought he was not tall walked to the stone pillar on the side with a wooden box, and said expressionlessly: "Come and draw lots." ”

The crowd immediately rushed forward, thinking that the first person to draw it would probably not be able to touch the master's family.

Ye Shengge sneered, even if he didn't get it in the first round, he would still meet in a narrow way when he was promoted, does it make sense to do this now.

The answer is of course meaningful, because there are too many people participating in the clan competition, and half of them will be eliminated in the first round, and many people hope to survive the first round, and if they can pass one round, they will be eliminated at the beginning, and they will be scolded when they go back.

Of course, Ye Shengge didn't know the pain of these people.

"Wow, I'm number thirty-three. ”

"Me too!

"It's good to be you. ”

"Who's Eighteen?"

"Does anyone have a ring with me?"

"Ninety-nine, where are you?"

"I'm crying, I'm number ninety-nine. "The real-name system of drawing No. 99 is miserable, because being too late in the queue means that the pressure will be getting bigger and bigger, and many people are playing abnormally because of the pressure caused by too many players in front.

After drawing bamboo sticks, some people complained, some were happy, some cried, some were uncomfortable, and they had all kinds of expressions anyway.

It wasn't until there was still one bamboo skewer left in the wooden box that Ye Shengge slowly walked forward, picked up the bamboo skewer with his onion-like jade fingers, and read it carefully when his phoenix eyes saw the numbers on it clearly.

"Seven. ”