The black rabbit goes.

For more than ten years, in the Nine Summer Continent, it was just a flick of a finger, but for the people in it, it was a great change.

In Liyang City, the rise of emerging forces and the decay within the family have made the Yang family no longer a monopoly. Since the death of Ye Xiaoli, Yang Wenyao has been accompanied by wine all day long, not only has his cultivation been deserted, but even the affairs of the Yang family are no longer concerned, and Yang Wenguang has full authority to take over. Over time, there is no name of the head of the family, but there is no reality of the head of the family. The Yang family was disappointed in his performance, but he didn't think so, but was happy to be at ease.

Yang Keming has also grown into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man, who looks as handsome and masculine as his father, and has a little more gentleness between his eyebrows, more like his mother Ye Xiaoli. The figure is well-proportioned and straight, but the personality is slightly introverted, and he is often taciturn.

In the early morning of this day, Yang Keming got up and washed as usual, the next person had prepared the meal, Yang Keming hurriedly ate a few bites, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go to the private school to study.

As a large family, the Yang family runs its own private school, in which the younger generations of the Yang family learn cultural knowledge, and when they are older, those children who have the talent for cultivating the path will be sent to the seminary to continue their studies, while those who are not talented will try to take over the family business.

Pushing open the door, Yang Keming saw a person lying on the stone table in the courtyard and falling asleep, this person was disheveled, his hair was messy, there were wine jugs and wine glasses and other utensils stacked around him, and there was a puddle of vomit under his feet, and the whole person exuded a sour smell. Needless to say, this person is his father - Yang Wenyao.

Yang Keming frowned, knowing that his father must have drunk for another whole night, so he stepped forward and pushed Yang Wenyao's shoulder, and said, "Dad, go back to the room and rest." ”

Yang Wenyao was already drunk like a puddle of mud, and he didn't react. Yang Keming shouted a few times, but he sank into the sea, so he had to say helplessly: "Dad, I'm going to school." ”

With that, he turned and left.

The Yang family's mansion covers a wide area, accommodating hundreds of people from the Yang family, except for a main hall for holding a meeting of the whole family, there are nearly 100 courtyards of all sizes, just like a city in the city. The private school is located near the main hall, about half a stick of incense from Yang Keming's residence.

Walking on the road, Yang Keming felt a lot in his heart. The experience of losing his mother at an early age coupled with his father's indifference to him on weekdays made Yang Keming's heart mature that did not match his appearance. Although he doesn't talk much on weekdays, it's just because he has no one to communicate with, and his sensitive heart has already noticed his embarrassing situation through the strange eyes of everyone in the Yang family, and he sighed in his heart: "I don't know when my father will be able to cheer up, if this continues, I'm afraid that the Yang family will not have a foothold for my father and son in the future!"

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, just because his father and mother solve his children's worries. It's a pity that Yang Keming, who is young, has to worry about his future now.

When he was sad, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him: "Hey, Yang Ergou!"

Yang Keming was stunned, and his heart was gloomy, and he hurriedly quickened the pace under his feet.

Seeing that he should not, the shouter hurried forward to block his way, and it turned out to be four children of the same age as Yang Keming.

The first person said: "Yang Ergou, why don't you want me when I call you?"

The person who spoke was named Yang Zhong, and the people standing next to him were Yang Yi, Yang Yong, and Yang Wu. Among them, Yang Zhong and Yang Yi are the sons of Yang Wenguang, while Yang Yong and Yang Wu are the sons of Yang Wenzong. On weekdays, these four people don't know whether it is their father's authorization or human nature, they are rampant and domineering among the younger generations of the Yang family, bullying their peers for fun, and even Yang Keming, who is the son of the head of the family, is not even in his eyes. Out of fear of Yang Wenguang and Yang Wenzong, everyone dared to be angry with these four people.

Yang Wenguang and Yang Wenzong intended to let their sons inherit the great cause, and led them to enter the path of cultivation early, nourishing their bodies with natural materials and earthly treasures, and their physique was far from comparable to their peers. Especially Yang Zhong, this person has a high talent for cultivation, and at the age of fifteen, he has already made small achievements, and he is highly valued by Yang Wenguang.

However, Yang Wenyao has never given Yang Keming a little guidance on the cultivation path, and Yang Keming has also expressed his intention to become a cultivator to his father many times, but Yang Wenyao always rejected him on the grounds that the cultivation path is difficult and dangerous, and he had to give up several times.

Over the years, Yang Keming has had conflicts with Yang Zhong and others many times, and even fought hard. Helplessly, their own strength is not good, and they are still invincible one-on-one, not to mention that Yang Zhong and his gang have always bullied more and less. After suffering several losses, Yang Keming was afraid to avoid these four people.

Seeing that Yang Keming was silent, Yang Zhong's face showed a malicious smile, and he said provocatively: "Yang Ergou, why are you dumb?"

Yang Keming defended: "My name is Yang Keming, not Yang Ergou." ”

"Look at you, you're always depressed, like a dog, I think it's just right to call Yang Ergou. Yang Zhong shook his head and said, "Yang Ergou, Yang Ergou, wagging your tail and following me!"

Yang Yong and Yang Wu won the true biography of Yang Wenzong, and the sycophants presented it while it was hot: "The eldest brother is really talented, both civil and military!"

Yang Zhong was proud, but forgot his original intention: "Yang Wei, how is it?

Yang Keming pondered for a moment and said, "What are you talking about? I think you might as well call Yang something." ”

Seeing that the provocation failed, Yang Zhong couldn't help but be a little angry, and said angrily: "you, my name is Yang Zhong, it's not a thing!"

"It's good that you know. ”

Yang Keming smiled and left the four of them to take care of themselves.

Yang Zhong frowned and said, "Second brother, you have a flexible brain, quickly help the eldest brother analyze and analyze, is this kid scolding me?"

"Big brother said it was funny, how can I be as smart as you?"

"That's true, but why do I always feel a little wrong?"

Yang Yong and Yang Wu are not stupid, and it is not easy to listen to the conversation between the two. Busy diverting the topic, rushed to the private school.

In the private school, the peers of the Yang family arrived one after another. Yang Keming came to his seat and sat down, holding a book in his hand, but he was thinking about what happened in his heart. Thinking that he relied on wisdom to outnumber the crowd, he couldn't help but almost burst out loud with joy, and the heart was really knowledgeable power.

In addition to being happy, he saw Yang Zhong and his party arrive.

After discussing all the way, Yang Zhong finally confirmed that he was taken advantage of by Yang Keming, and when he saw Yang Keming at this moment, he was immediately furious and glared at him viciously. Yang Keming ignored it completely, and took care of his own homework and drew strength.

In a moment, an old man who was too old walked into the classroom with square steps behind his back and a yellowed old book in his hand, this person was the Yang family's private school teacher.

The gentleman looked around, saw that everyone was basically there, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is quiet, ready for class." ”

The voice was not loud, but it revealed a majesty, and the podium was silent for an instant.

This person has been teaching in the Yang family for decades, and even the Yang Wenyao brothers have followed him to learn Chinese hyphenation, so everyone in the Yang family respects him a lot, but Yang Zhong not only does not take him seriously, but even often plays tricks on him.

Everyone took out their books and sat upright. On the other hand, Yang Zhong and the others sat staggeringly, talking and laughing to themselves, without any scruples at all. Seeing this, the gentleman sighed, but he had no choice but to understand the power of these four people, and he was angry in his heart.

"Today we are studying an ancient poem, the poem is called 'Mother's Song', this poem is about great maternal love, please ...... below"

Mr. looked left and right, his eyes fell on Yang Keming, and he said, "Please come and read it aloud." ”

As soon as the words came out, there was already a little regret in my heart. He has been teaching in the Yang family for many years, and he naturally knows about Ye Xiaoli. Asking a child who has lost his mother to read such a poem is tantamount to rubbing salt in his wounds. It's a pity that the words have been exported, and it is difficult to collect them.

Yang Keming got up helplessly, opened the book, and saw that it was written:

Mother's Moan

All things are raised by heaven and earth, and Xuanhuang is born by the sun and the moon.

Birds and beasts know how to breastfeed, and flowers are flourishing in the spring breeze.

A handful of carbon in the cold, a firefly lamp in the night.

Sacrifice yourself to be warm, and shine brighter.

A few simple lines of poetry are heart-wrenching for Yang Keming. He opened his mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, his heart was full of grievances. Who in this world does not desire to be cared for by his mother? Yang Keming, who has no mother since he was a child, has a greater desire for maternal love than others, and he has asked Yang Wenyao countless times about Ye Xiaoli, but Yang Wenyao always does not say a word. For a long time, Ye Xiaoli's three words seem to have become a taboo between father and son, and the two always deliberately avoid talking about this topic.

Yang Zhong had just suffered Yang Keming's loss, and he would not let go of this excellent opportunity for revenge, and sneered: "Haha, he doesn't have a mother, how can he understand the greatness of maternal love?"

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and Yang Keming was annoyed and ashamed, but his life experience from childhood to adulthood gave him extraordinary endurance. He clenched his fists and tore through the book, his nails digging into his flesh, but there was no expression on his face.

The gentleman slapped the table angrily and shouted, "Don't laugh!" Then he sighed and said to Yang Keming with a slight apology: "You sit down." ”

At this moment, Yang Keming's heart was already occupied by hatred, he not only hated Yang Zhong's malicious ridicule, but also hated Yang Wenyao's indifference and selfishness, and even hated his mother, whom he had never met. He didn't listen to a word of what Mr. said in class, and when the bell rang for the end of class, he hurried home. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the classroom gate, he was stopped by Yang Zhong and his party, who had been prepared.

Yang Zhong said provocatively: "Yang Ergou, where are you going in such a hurry? I haven't settled the account with you in the morning! I dare to say that I am not a thing, can I really not hear it?"

Yang Keming was angry, too lazy to entangle with him, and said coldly: "Go away, I want to go home." ”

Yang Zhong didn't give up, and said with a wicked smile: "Oh, why are you so angry? Come on, come on, brother wants to check your learning results, and recite the 'Mother's Yin' with me." ”

Yang Keming only wanted to go home quickly, so that he could be alone and quiet for a while, so he stretched out his hand to push everyone away and prepare to leave.

Yang Zhong saw that he was about to run, so he hurriedly reached out and grabbed his collar.

If you can't recite it, don't even think about leaving today!"

In the face of Yang Zhong's aggressiveness, Yang Keming's remaining sanity finally collapsed.

"That's it, I'll fight with you today!"

Just as he was about to make a move, he felt a dazzling blue light flash in front of him, and the source of the blue light was a pendant on Yang Keming's chest. It was a green leaf made of jasam, the size of a real leaf, with a unique shape and exquisite carving, and even the web-like veins as thin as spider silk could be clearly seen. In the middle of the green leaf is a black bead that glows with a faint blue glow. At first glance, the whole pendant looks like a deep eye.