There are seven peaks in the Tianshan Mountains, which are rumored to represent virtue, beauty, righteousness, wisdom, labor, benevolence, and finally martial arts.

The predecessor of the Tianshan Sect was rumored to be a small Taoist academy in the old days, but I never thought that it would develop to such a point now.

The seven sons of Chongyang of the Tianshan faction have a good reputation in the rivers and lakes.

And the seven sons of Chongyang are the most proud students of the little Chongyang real people.

At this time, this little Chongyang was following a middle-aged man in a suit, with a resolute and unyielding face, and a bright eye.

Behind the man, he was following the people of the Nan family.

Xiao Chongyang Zhenren smiled and said, "Mr. Nan, this is the first time to visit your daughter in Tianshan, right?" ”

The middle-aged man didn't smile, and when he mentioned his daughter, he couldn't see that he had any emotions, as if he didn't exist.

"I'll see what she looks like," said the crowd, only to hear the sound of diving in front of them.

The middle-aged man came to the spring with Xiao Chongyang Zhenren and was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Chongyang ordered everyone to cover their eyes and turn around, but the middle-aged man had a cold face, and looked at Nan Shiyu without a trace of emotion at this time, hiding his white and young body in the water.

Nan Shiyu also didn't expect that she would see this man here, this man who once thought he was a daughter and disliked him.

She couldn't forget the cold words of the middle-aged man before she left, "Women should learn how to be a woman, you can't learn the ethereal snowflake sword, and it's impossible to use it to the extreme." ”

"Father...... Father! Nan Shiyu shouted out in astonishment.

The middle-aged man's expression was indifferent, he glanced at Zhang Zifeng's clothes on the rock, and he couldn't see anger or anything else.

"Oops!" Nan Shiyu's face changed.

She thought her father would be angry until now.

"Is this the result of you proving yourself to me, shameless," the middle-aged man's tone was cold, as if a knife had been plunged into his heart.

After saying that, the man decisively turned around and left with everyone, and when he saw this, Xiao Chongyang Zhenren sighed and said, "Quickly put on your clothes, what kind of body will you become." ”

After that, he also left, wanting to give Nan Shiyu and the little lover a chance to leave.

"Shameless? Am I shameless? Nan Shiyu's head was blank, and her eyes were black and white.

At this time, Zhang Zifeng stood up from the bottom of the water and said leisurely, "This uncle is your father, how do you feel like an enemy?" ”

Zhang Zifeng shut up again when he said this, because the eldest brother Mo said the second brother, he is actually about the same.

"It's the same person who has fallen to the end of the world," Zhang Zifeng sighed with feeling.

"What do you know?" Suddenly, Nan Shiyu's cold voice came from behind him, "Do you know what it's like to be looked down upon by your relatives, and you know how it feels when they dislike you as a daughter, blame you for ruining my efforts in Tianshan for so many years!" ”

"Me?" Zhang Zifeng felt that this was a big wrong.

"Get out, I don't want to see you again," Nan Shiyu burst into tears, grabbed her clothes and ran away, quickly disappearing at the end of the forest.

Seeing this, Zhang Zifeng smiled bitterly and didn't say anything more.

", Tiangang Twelve Sword Spectrum!" Zhang Zifeng was stunned suddenly, and when he searched all over the ground, he found that there was a book floating in the water, and he knew that it was Wang He's baby bump.

"It's the end of the calf!" A certain man thought secretly.

At night, there was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground in the small courtyard, and it was Wang He killing people.

And the person who was killed was Zhang Zifeng.

"You stinky boy, roll over to Lao Tzu, see that Lao Tzu doesn't slash you, you dare to soak Lao Tzu's Tiangang Twelve Swords in water!"

Zhang Zifeng jumped high, jumped on the roof, and said helplessly, "Niubi, isn't it just a sword book, anyway, it's kraft paper, it can't be rotten, and besides, I didn't mean to." ”

"Listen, is this what people say, stinky boy!"

On the side, Yan Jie smiled but did not speak.

Zhang Zifeng smoked lightly and said with a smile, "Then don't you do it when I come down?" ”

"Don't do it," Wang He suppressed his anger, and it was a gritted tooth.

"That's okay," Zhang Zifeng jumped directly from the roof.

Wang He said, "The Twelve Swords of Tiangang Today I will start to teach you the first sword, let's come with one sword at a time." ”

Zhang Zifeng said perfunctorily, "Whatever." ”

Anyway, he didn't want to learn the twelve swords of Tiangang, just fool around a few times when the time comes, and when the twelve swords of Tiangang are learned by Na Nizi, he will directly lift his pants to Wang He and deny people.

At this time, the Taoist temple of the peak of Xiaochongyang Mountain.

Nan Shiyu knelt in front of the middle-aged man, her face was red, her ears were red, and she bowed her head and said nothing.

Beside the man sat her two younger brothers, the only two men in the Nan family, and the future heirs to the mantle of the middle-aged man.

Brother Nan Jingze glanced at his younger sister Nan Shiyu, and said in an elder manner, "Shiyu, what does that man have to do with you, do you know that you will disgrace my Nan family by doing this?" ”

The younger brother Nan Jingyun cocked Erlang's legs, holding a cigarette in his mouth, without the slightest respect for Nan Shiyu because he was his sister, and his eyes had unstoppable contempt.

"I said sister, what good goods can be selected in this Tianshan, if you want me to say, you still listen to your father's words, go home and marry to the Northern Regions quickly, at least you can give my southern family a little residual heat, what's wrong with a husband and children."

Nan Shiyu's face sank, "What do you mean by this, Nanjing Yun?" I'm your sister. ”

"Yes, a waste sister, twenty-four years old, is still a waste of Xiao Zhoutian in the realm of tigers, she can't even dance my family's ethereal snowflake sword, and she dares to claim to be a descendant of the Nan family, don't be kidding, you recognize me as a younger brother, and I won't recognize you as a sister."

"What did you say?" Nan Shiyu's anger trembled, and he suddenly wanted to draw his sword to challenge.

She is going to prove herself in front of her father now, to prove that her efforts in the past few years are not without it,

It's just that......

Just as she drew her sword, the man sitting in the high hall slapped her in the air.

"Smack!"

Nan Shiyu snorted, and the whole person flew out.

"Father!" Nan Shiyu looked stunned.

"You dare to do it to your brother, are you qualified?" The middle-aged man didn't have any feelings.

It was as if he was not beating his own daughter, but a dog.

Nanjing Yun crossed Erlang's legs and said contemptuously, "Father, she will be crippled with a sword for this kind of waste, I really don't know why we went up the mountain to waste time." ”

Suddenly, all kinds of grievances and anger surged out of Nan Shiyu's heart, and she looked coldly at the middle-aged man, at her brother and younger brother.

"Don't waste time here, come home with me, the Northern Regions have already come to the door to propose, just do what you should do as the daughter of the Southern Family," the middle-aged man said.

"It's not my fault that I was born to be a woman, why are you bullying me so much!" Nan Shiyu burst into tears, grabbed the jasper sword and rushed out of the door.

Seeing this, the man's expression was cold, and he still didn't have any mood swings.

Zhang Zifeng drew his knife three thousand times, and once again came to the back mountain to prepare for a bath.

As a result, he was jumping into the cool water, when suddenly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

I only saw that it was her eyes that were red, and the angry Nan Shiyu was frantically swinging the long sword.

"Why, why do you treat me like this, is it just because I'm a daughter," Nan Shiyu held down her towering curves, she hated this damn body, she hated why she wasn't a man, she hated the man who looked at her with a confused face at this time.

"Bastard, it's all your fault, if it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened today!" Nan Shiyu implicated her anger on Zhang Zifeng.

Suddenly, the sword in her hand was sheng, and it stabbed straight at Zhang Zifeng.