"Mom!"

Ouyang Xiaoming pounced on the blue-robed woman.

This time, instead of being kicked away, he was gently embraced by the blue-robed woman.

The blue-robed woman looked doting, rubbed Ouyang Xiaoming's head, her eyes were misty, and said softly: "Son, is it very hard to be out alone?"

"It's not hard, I just miss my mother. Ouyang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"Of course it's not hard, this kid is happy to death!" The man in white squatted aside, sullen.

The woman in the blue robe looked at her baby son, shushed the cold and asked about the warmth, whether he brushed his teeth on time, whether he stayed up late, whether he had breakfast every day, and asked all kinds of details.

Ouyang Xiaoming replied with a smile that everything was done according to what his mother said, please rest assured that she was doing well.

"Little bastard, you'll be a sycophant. The man in the white shirt muttered.

The blue-robed woman glanced at him and said coldly, "Ouyang Shuo, why are you stunned here, why don't you tell the chef to cook a good table?"

The man named Ouyang Shuo was excited, and hurriedly responded, and then his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The woman in red in the sedan was full of surprise, the contemporary head of the dignified Ouyang family was actually a strict wife?

"You are friends with Ouyang Xiaoming. ”

The blue-robed woman turned around, looked at Su Yu and the others, and said with a smile: "This year, thank you for taking care of my son." ”

Zhu Ge closed the book, nodded, and said lightly: "It should be." ”

When have you taken care of me? Ouyang Xiaoming rolled his eyes and complained silently in his heart.

The blue-robed woman smiled: "If the three of you don't dislike it, let's live here tonight, there are not many others in our Ouyang family, but there are still a few vacant rooms." ”

The three of them subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the villa areas on both sides.

In the dark night, the lights shine brightly, illuminating the sky as if it were day.

Thinking of what the woman in red said earlier, they sighed in their hearts at the same time.

Where are the vacant rooms? The whole street is your house!

It's inhumane!

"It's cold outside, let's come in and talk about it. ”

The blue-robed woman said, taking Ouyang Xiaoming's hand and walking into the door of her house.

Su Yu and the three followed.

The streets fell silent, and only a sedan remained.

It took a long time for the woman in red to come back to her senses.

Her face was radiant, thinking that on this day, she could blow for the rest of her life!

......

Su Yu and the three of them had a rather luxurious dinner at Ouyang's house, with delicacies made from rare demon beasts, red wine that had been sealed for decades, and plum blossom brew unique to Meishan Sword Sect, which could be fed to a great feast.

After dinner, Su Yu came to the balcony on the second floor, holding a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, enjoying the evening breeze.

Ouyang Xiaoming and Zhu Ge, who had been hungry for a long time, were still struggling at the dining table, while Ji Xuanwu was sipping fine wine, laughing and chatting with a maid of the Ouyang family, and talking about this maid blushing with shame.

Su Yu's gaze fell in the distance, there was a high mountain there, even in the dark night, he could faintly see the snow and plums all over the mountain like a sea of clouds.

The duel between the Confucian Sword and the Heavenly Sword was on the high mountain ten days later.

It is said that these two people have been strong in the third realm of martial arts decades ago, and over the years, the two have never made a move, and they don't know what level of strength they have reached.

Or is it already in the same realm as the Three Sages?

Su Yu smiled.

Alpine, alpine.

It's because it's high, so it's desirable.

Su Yu suddenly turned his head.

At some point, a tall old man with a white beard and a kind smile stood side by side with him.

One of the eight sages in the world, Jin Shaoyou!