"No!"

"I want to be a landlord!"

"I just need to be a landlord!!"

A young man wearing a black melon skin hat, with a black machete on his back, stood stubbornly in the ancestral hall.

The eyebrows that were lined up on the heroic face turned up sharply, the pointed chin with slightly soft fluff rose slightly, and with the sonorous and agitated words, the two black star eyes revealed an eternal firmness.

"Ahem...... Ahem, stubborn rebel, kneel down for Lao Tzu!"

The middle-aged man with a thin face, holding a peeled fir tree with a long length, trembled with excitement, and the thick wood in his hand was full of spots of dried blood.

"Hmph! kneel and kneel, son kneel Lao Tzu, who is afraid of whom!"

The young man crossed the machete behind his backhand with his backhand, and knelt down skillfully with his legs, but his upper body did not bend at all.

In this way, the middle-aged man is even more angry, as a special builder of the dignified empire, he doesn't know how many thorny demon kings he has repaired in half his life, and he has discounted a few peeling fir trees that are a few Taishan high, but only this little son has never remembered the pain, and he is not afraid of Lao Tzu, and every time he sees it, he is so angry that he vomits blood.

"The ancestors and the ancestors are on top, the Thai system is incompetent, and this unworthy son is born! In order to avoid the shame of the family, he will be killed today!"

Yang Tai system, tears and sorrow, but think about this son is so iron-hearted, even if he says that he is not moved at all, if he really does something insulting, how can he have the face to be a descendant of the Yang family again.

Thinking of this, I had to be ruthless, raised the stick in my hand, aimed at the round place of the young man, closed my eyes, gently picked it up, and fell down heavily!

Syllable!

Smack!

Bang Bang Bang ......

At the beginning, I couldn't bear it and slapped it in a muffled voice, but the rebel didn't scream for half a minute, which really made this old man lose face!

Yang Taizhi was embarrassed, so he simply ignored it, and beat it quickly and continuously, until a peeled fir tree danced as a spirit snake, even if he had never worked so hard to kill local bullies at the Taishan construction site.

This peeling fir is the family method left by the ancestors of the Yang family, which is heavy and thick, stronger than fine iron, and is by no means comparable to ordinary fir trees.

After a round of whipping, the young man's round ass was already blurred with flesh and blood, and drops of blood seeped straight into the black machete behind him.

"Ho! Master Zhao...... Already answered, promised me...... Unless you kill me, ......"

Bang Bang Bang!

“...... Otherwise, I must be a landlord!"

"The Empire's Largest Landowner !!"

The young man, gritting his teeth, blushing, holding his eyebrows, and starry eyes, tried hard to provoke his Lao Tzu, wishing that he would be beaten to death by his Lao Tzu to avenge the hatred of the fifteen years of alienation.

"Yang Lin! Good, good, good! It is worthy of Lao Tzu's seed! Today, Lao Tzu is as you wish!"

At this moment, Yang Taizhi finally understood his youngest son's thoughts, and everything he did was probably just to take revenge on him, revenge for his failure to fulfill his responsibility of upbringing and fatherly kindness in the past fifteen years.

Even though he originally felt guilty, in essence, he was as stubborn as his son, and what Yang Lin said was too challenging his bottom line, how could he be a dignified super-grade builder without face!

In this Xuantian Empire, there has always been only Lao Tzu who is the first in the world, when has it been his son's turn to blatantly vent his grievances. If this matter is known to outsiders, where does he Yang Taizhi still have the authority to be Lao Tzu and the qualifications to go out to do things!

The majesty of tutoring and the matching of virtue have always been the foundation of the family of hundred teachers. It is said that even the Emperor Xuantian once sighed: The hundred divisions of the empire, as powerful as a knife, called Lao Tzu at home, and the boss in office, must not cut himself first, and the tip of the knife is really enlightened inward, I might as well be.

"That's it, kill this rebel first, and then find Zhao Wanshi's bastard thing to avenge his son!"

Thinking of this, Yang Tai is ruthless, and this time he really made a dead hand.

Being able to become the youngest super-grade builder in the empire, Yang Taizhi not only stands up for the rules, dedicates himself to the country, and his construction skills are amazing, but also his own martial arts cultivation is also good, and he is already a strong person in the power realm.

This stick, if it really smashes down, Yang Lin is probably destined to die or be injured today!

......

Bang Dang!

"Evil obstacles! Don't stop Lao Tzu!"

The heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was suddenly pushed open, and then an old voice shouted angrily, and the boundless anger was directed at Yang Tai.

Sou!

A dragon-headed crutch flew like a peeling fir in Yang Tai's hand.

Bang!

The two trees collided, and the dragon's head crutch was immediately broken into two, just one of which hit Yang Tai's arm, and the other slapped to the ground, as light as nothing.

......

Just now, Yang Tai was peeling the fir with his hands, but he was already riding a tiger in his heart.

The youngest son smiled and closed his eyes to death, and the slightly hooked corners of his lips made Yang Taizhi's heart palpitate, as if he had returned to the innocent smile that his son gave him in his arms fifteen years ago.

It was that smile that made him regain his confidence from despair, and he went crazy all the way, which made him famous in the future!

On the wooden stick, it is full of strength and might. But Yang Tai's heart had already turned into a bitter smile, and when it came to the end, he realized that he was not a competent hundred masters!

Seeing that the stick was about to hit his youngest son's buttocks, he was already anxious in his heart: Old man, why hasn't it come at such a critical moment!

......

Fortunately, the old man did not disappoint him.

"Whew! This hundredth crutch is really cleaner and neater than the previous ninety-nine combined!

Yang Tai's mind was relieved, and he immediately took advantage of the force of the collision to slide the peeling fir wood on his hand slightly, and then led it to the machete behind Yang Lin.

......

Airplanes!!!

The machete, which was silently sucking blood, was suddenly hit, and the blade of the long knife began to tremble continuously, making an unwilling buzzing sound.

The blood that had dripped on the knife body before was then like coming to life, dripping and sliding on the knife body, like beads walking acupoints, densely distributed on the knife body.

The buzzing continued.

The machete levitated, and a strange white light emitted, collecting all the blood beads on Yang Lin's body and arranging them on the blade.

The black blade, in the blink of an eye, flashed with a faint blood light, and the phantom shadow flashed in the blood light, there was the cry of gods and demons, and the roar of great power.

Wow!

The sound of the sea tide, surging and loud, the blood light turns into the blood tide, and on the blade of the knife, there is no endless Yin Soul flowing through the ages, and the Terran War Song cannot be sung.

"This, this, this...... What the hell is going on?"

Yang Taizhi, holding the peeled fir in his hand, looked at the ancestral machete, he was already stunned, and it took a long time to react.

This knife, the ancestral machete.

He couldn't be more familiar, because he, like Yang Lin, has been inseparable from this knife since he was born, and has shared the same bed for sixteen years. How many days and nights, how many ups and downs, only the cold knife is on the side, and it is self-satisfied.

When I was a child, this knife was just a toy knife, no more than three centimeters long, and it was often held in my mouth.

Gradually, the knife and its waist, black and long, often accompanied in dreams.

And one day, when I met a child, the knife suddenly grew, three feet high a day, and then became a toy knife.

Fifteen years ago, his son Yang Chengzu tied a small toy knife to Yang Lin's neck, not wanting to grow so fast, and he has always maintained a length of three zhang for three years, and there is no tendency to shrink at all.

"Could it be that the legend is true? This is really an ominous knife, which must be nourished by the blood of my Yang descendants?"

The two eyebrows trembled slightly, Yang Chengzu thought of those ancestral teachings that had been passed down for a long time, and he was already worried in his heart, worried about Yang Lin's safety, but the knife handed down by the ancestors had to be full of blood.

"Evil obstacles! Don't help Lin Er get up! Don't let the child shed blood and tears!"

Yang Chengzu broke off his drink, asked Yang Tai to make a spirit, and hurriedly used the power of the wilderness to grab Yang Lin's shoulder.

mentioned it lightly, but at this time, Yang Lin was even heavier than Mount Tai, and even though he tried his best, he still couldn't move.

......

Roar!

The blood surged again, the white light flashed again, and all the blood beads suddenly disappeared in the machete.

Pipa, Pipa......

The sound of eggshell shattering came from the blade, and dense cracks appeared on the blade.

Bang Bang Bang ......

In an instant, the ancestral machete disintegrated inch by inch, and a trace of black powder fell out of thin air, all of which merged into the wound on Yang Lin's buttocks, and then, the buttocks began to scab......

Lightning and fire, change in an instant.

Yang Taizhi didn't know how to deal with it at all, and even Yang Chengzu was shocked and stammered......

In the entire ancestral hall, only Yang Lin's ass became the focus.

......

Airplanes!

A long white knife, if it is virtual, reflects the white and tender buttocks, and appears out of thin air.

The milky white light shrouded Yang Lin's buttocks, which was as smooth as new in an instant, and seemed to be whiter and tenderer than the face of Zhao Wanshi's daughter.

Rub!

The power of suppression disappeared, and the power of Yang Tai finally came into play.

Yang Lin's whole person was pulled up, and he immediately flew into the sky, but fortunately, the ancestral hall was tall enough that he never hit the roof.

"Wang!"

The yellow shadow flashed, and a big yellow dog jumped in the air, just catching Yang Lin on his back.

"Rhubarb! That's good! Master Zhao is here?"

As soon as he stood firm, Yang Lin hugged the head of the big yellow dog and asked urgently, his expression was full of joy.

On weekdays, seeing Yang Lin's expression, Yang Taizhi would have been annoyed, but at this time, he frowned and stared at the inseparable white big knife behind Yang Lin.

"Is this still an ancestral machete......? However, if you look at it as smooth as a realm, if you find another one and hang it in front of the underground palace, you will definitely be pleased with the saints......"

Shaking his head, Yang Taizhi quickly dispelled this thought, this is something passed down from the ancestors, how can it be given away, even if it is the emperor, otherwise, how can something so long be passed down.

"Dad, when I come back this time, I have prepared three dragon head canes for you, all of which are made of high-grade Taishan pine, and your stunt will be taken to the next level!"

Yang Taizhi supported his father with an angry face, first said two words, and then solemnly asked: "Look, what kind of disease did we commit this time with this knife? How can we learn to drink ......blood like a dog?"

"Wow, Wow!"

Rhubarb raised his face angrily and bared his old teeth at Yang Tai.

"Ahem, it's okay, I guess I've been hungry for a long time...... However, when you said this, the old man remembered a few old things...... Let's let the old man search for one or two......"

Yang Chengzu put away his angry face, stroked his silver beard with his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Yang Tai's father and son, together with the dog's round-eyed rhubarb, and the machete with a flashing white light, all quietly waited to listen to the "old past", but left a person out of the door.