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On the high wall of the Zhu Gate, there are two big words written -----Ming Mansion."

This is now one of the eight great families in Chang'an City, the house of the Ming family.

It is also the only one of the eight mansions that will be built in the outer city.

At this time, Ming Yiqing was wandering under the wall

There was no one around

As the eldest son of the Ming family, he should have been hugged from front to back, but obviously, he did not have such conditions.

Although the robe on his body was not shabby, the black cloth was already a little white, and his hands did not have all kinds of decorations like other noble children, and there was only a small jade pendant around his waist.

It was left to him the year his mother died.

In these years, Xinyu believes very deeply, and almost every family, as long as there are conditions, will leave one for their children.

Jade nourishes people, but also nourishes the heart.

But now Ming Yiqing is very irritable

Walking up and down in the backyard near the servant's quarters.

From time to time, he gets angry, and he will punch the wall to vent his anger, like a madman.

"Why, why !!!"

shook his hand vigorously, as if he could shake off the blood on his fist and get rid of his troubles.

Ming Yiqing was very angry.

He asked himself, he was an honest man, a somewhat kind person, and a person with a conscience, but why was he insulted like this?

Why do they all believe that nonsense?

I can't believe it!

With his hands on the wall, he gritted his teeth and shook his head, and some of his loose buns were thrown into a 'snap' sound.

The face is flushed.

Since half a month ago, Chang'an began to spread the story.

The streets and alleys are saying that he is a young master, likes to raise prostitutes, and is good at Longyang.

Maybe in modern times, it's just a joke.

Isn't it a, these days are open-minded, free in love, who you like is your business, and others should not and are not qualified to care.

But in ancient times, except for those who were really the current Longyang Jun, in a big family, no one with a strong enough personality would endure such rumors, and even more so, they would even commit suicide to show their innocence.

Because it not only means that his reputation is damaged, but also that the family that hears these rumors will not be able to marry his children to him.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was not as rotten and stinky as the rich and noble families in later generations, and most large families attached great importance to the education of children in terms of ethical concepts, and were required to treat their wives like guests, and concubines could be spoiled but not heavy, nor should they be infected with the habit of raising prostitutes.

Of course, if you're just a parasitic maggot in the family, no matter what you do, the family won't care too much.

The family values only those who are valuable.

And now, as the eldest son of the Ming family, Ming Yiqing is rumored to have a strange habit of Longyang.

What does this mean?

Discredited?

No!

It is no after.

The same as the eunuchs.

As a shame to be locked in your home and live alone for the rest of your life.

It's a kind of man who won't accept it.

But...

Heh, they have the evidence of the so-called.

What evidence?

Witnesses.

That's right, human witnesses!

The person who revealed that he was a good person with Longyang was a little beggar he bought from the street more than half a month ago, because he felt too pitiful to look at.

However, if it weren't for those people, this little beggar wouldn't have the courage to slander him like this.

Who?

His brother's maiden family.

Of the six brothers of the Ming family, he is the eldest in line, and he is eleven years old this year.

And his second brother, ten years old.

The remaining younger brothers, none of whom were more than four years old.

He, the eldest is his second brother's biggest rival for the position of head of the family.

But fortunately, he, the opponent, is very weak to his second brother, very weak.

Without the support of his mother's family, how can a child get into the eyes of the family unless he is really good enough?

But it's a pity that apart from his cultivation, everything else is like that.

Even if it is cultivation, it is only slightly stronger than others.

And his second brother's maiden family, Zhengyipin, Zijin Taibao, An Chongxi's An family, how could he take this little fart child in his eyes?

There is no resistance at all.

Even his father, every time he looked at him, it was cold.

In this family, there is no one he can rely on.

The man he relied on died at the age of eight.

Since then, he has enjoyed being alone.

Even if he has a lot of money every month, he will not lose what he should take, eat, and drink every month.

But he still didn't want to live like this.

Live a life that is kept as garbage on a big tree called 'family'.

He is not free.

Every time he goes out, he will be surrounded by guards, although nominally for protection, but who can stand the feeling that his life is not under his control all the time?

The last time I went out was half a month ago.

Now that I think about it, I realize that it was a conspiracy that exploited his conscience.

He's not stupid, and he can see it clearly.

It's a pity, it's just hindsight.

vented, and didn't go back, just silently walked to the granary.

There are very few people who go there, and only one hour before three meals a day will be there.

And because he is in this prison-like Ming Mansion, there are heavy guards outside, and he is not afraid of him running out, so at least, in this hundred-acre land, he is free.

Although, just freedom in a cage.

But he still enjoyed it, enjoying the rare freedom.

In order to enjoy this rare purity, he even put a table and a chair in the granary, and others laughed, what else could he not bear?

As a waste.

However, he never imagined that the moment he pushed the door open, a new world opened up to him.

……

Xiao Daotong's mood is now in a groove.

Originally, he just found a yard casually, took a casual look at it and estimated that it was the backyard where the next person lived, and then found a warehouse at random, and he really just came in casually and wanted to rest.

What did he see as a result?

PY Trading?

No, no, no!

Weapons, full of weapons.

Armor, glittering armor.

Crossbow arrows, wait this Tuoma is a 60-zhang strong crossbow for the border army!

How is there so much stuff?

Of course, it's not just things.

And the guards.

'Whoosh'

Shoot an arrow without saying a word!

Can you please listen to me!

I am truly a good citizen, a good citizen!

Although he complained like this, Xiao Daotong did not hesitate to turn around and escape.

With so many weapons, this is a rebellion!

He didn't think that the people who guarded these weapons were capable of it.

Otherwise, he would have taken the heads and evidence of these people to receive the reward.

'Bang'

A small steel ball shattered the air and followed, and even took an arc, aiming straight at the heart.

Xiao Daotong knew that this time he was really causing a big deal.

It is also not hesitant to shoot with all his might.

After fumbling a few times in his arms, he pulled out a stack of talismans.

Sprinkle it out

[Ling Taixu: Condense air, within ten feet, the enemy's damage to you is reduced by 80%]

Red gold runes shone beside Xiao Dao Tong

Within ten feet centered on Xiao Daotong, a hemispherical aura of air was formed that almost condensed into a liquid state

The night is silent, and his subordinates do not stop

The Shenmu Sword was immediately pulled out, resting on the ground, his left and right hands started at the same time, his two index fingers were linked, and the cyan runes shone in the aura.

The hemispherical air mass is almost on the verge of solidification.

At this point, the steel balls arrived.

Wear it and pass it

'Boom'

Loud noise.

The aura that was about to freeze in a solid state just now was suddenly blown to pieces, and the thirty-two runes only supported it for an instant before it dissipated, and the power was almost irresistible.

Xiao Daotong couldn't resist it at all, even if he was only weakened by [Ling Taixu], there was only 20% damage left, and he still flew out.

After the aura shattered, his whole body curled up in the air, covering the exposed skin with his robe to prevent bruises and bleeding, and the time was very short, which was only enough for him to make this preparation.

Then the small body scraped out on the ground for more than ten feet.

When he got up, he was covered in the thick fog of smoke and dust, and the abrasions on his elbows and knees were so severe that he could almost see the muscles.

Although he stumbled in pain and almost fell to the ground, at that moment, Xiao Daotong still recognized this thing.

This is the unique secret weapon of the Tang Sect, Lei Zhenzi.

As long as you use it well, even a congenital master can kill with one hit.

Although Xiaodao Tong is much stronger than the ordinary early congenital stage, in terms of physical body, he is not afraid of the late congenital stage.

However, he is still too weak.

Outside, footsteps rang out.

Without hesitation, he opened the [Shenyang Kun Qianyin], and the light blue and close to dark cyan true qi was restrained around his body.

This is Chang'an, not pure yang.

When faced with a fatal blow, he did not have a life-saving mountain and river talisman to save his life, and no patrolling disciples would immediately come to the rescue when they discovered the situation.

The mouth was constantly hissing because of the leg and elbow wounds, and the face was bitter.

It's really painful, is it possible that if you don't get hurt, you have to open that one again to save your life?

Don't, if you open it again, you'll definitely die here.

Although he complained nonsensically in his heart, his five senses were let go to the extreme, and he couldn't care so much if he was hurt.

At this time, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"Oops, so many people besieging a five-year-old little one?

..... You're really embarrassed. ”

'Pure Yang Dao Robe?! ‘

In front of him was a familiar white, although it was sloppy, but it still injected a glimmer of hope into Xiao Daotong's desperate heart.

The corners of Xiao Daotong's mouth are high.

Like, you don't have to die!

……

Ming Yiqing was a little distressed at this time.

I'm worried about what to do with this little beggar who has just finished taking a shower and changing his clothes and is sitting in front of him... Well, little girl.

The little girl in front of her looks like she is seven or eight years old, with a melon seed face, willow eyebrows, a small mouth that is a little nervous, her lips are a little pale, and her skin is not very fair.

But no matter how you look at it, it's a real beauty embryo, but it's too young.

Take a look somewhere.

Well, the view is flat.

It's no wonder that the short-eyed prince wants to capture this little one...... It's quite discerning. ’

Ming Yiqing, who claimed to be an honest man, commented in his heart, but when he reacted, he immediately shook his head and threw this thought out.

I had a headache again.

Lu Tingrou was dressed in shabby black clothes that she didn't know where to get at this time, there was not much difference between a little girl and a little boy at this age, and she wore the clothes that Ming Yiqing wore when she was a child.

The autumn-like eyes blink from time to time.

Although I don't know what this guy in front of me wants to do, it's good to compromise for the time being, and this time, we must learn to be patient.

Thinking of the situation when she had just met this little boy who was not a few years behind her in the granary, Lu Tingrou couldn't help but feel glad for herself.

At that time, the little boy in front of him must have recognized himself, after all, looking at her shabby clothes and the black mud on her face, she knew that she was the old beggar who was chased all over the city, the little beggar she saved.

But who knows, after discovering himself, the little boy not only did not shout loudly or go to the official with the adults to get the bounty, but immediately took himself back to the temple where he lived, gave himself food and clothing, and even let himself take a bath because he was disgusted with his own smell.

Now that Lu Tingrou has eaten and drunk enough, even if she is allowed to die here, it will be the same thing.

Also, how can a person whose family members died because of himself cherish his life?

Constantly hating oneself for being burdened with sin is the right thing to do, right?

How? Should you still be reluctant to stay in this world for such a rotten life?

What is there to cherish in such a way of living?

With such a mood, Lu Tingrou sat here.

I just don't know what he wants to do?

Probably like that person, he wants to play with himself like a doll, right?

At the corner of his mouth, there was a mocking smile that was not at all what a seven or eight-year-old child should have.

Gotta put him to good use.

Hatred, no matter what it is, the mood itself, is the easiest thing for a person to grow.

I saw that the little boy brought a plate of small pastries from the cupboard, tiptoeing, his face was still a little red, and his voice was weak.

"That's... Shall we be friends? ”

The girl froze.