"In the sound of firecrackers, one year old, the spring breeze warms and sends Tu Su. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. ”

"Xiao Gongzi, who doesn't lose, is so good, it's poetry, and he will come as soon as he opens his mouth!"

Xiao Yao smiled awkwardly on the side and said, "Old man Wang Anshi, there are no verses of yours here anyway, so borrow me to use it to pretend to be thirteen." ”

It's all year round again, and the people in Youzhou City are busy with the trivial things of the New Year, and everyone has a smile on the corner of their mouths, after all, they have been busy for a year and should rest for a while.

The Yang family was also lively from early in the morning, and Xiao Yao was pulled by Yang Zheng to mention poetry, so the scene just now appeared.

Yang Xinyu stood aside and pouted: "Maybe it's stolen from someone else's verse." ”

Xiao Yao was also weak for a while when he heard Yang Xinyu's words, after all, it was indeed not his own poem.

"How do you know this isn't a poem I wrote? I tell you, you can't spew blood!"

"Otherwise, you're mentioning it, or how would I know if you stole it from someone else. ”

Xiao Yao sighed helplessly, racking his brains and began to think about what poems about the New Year he learned when he was in school before.

Xiao Yao felt that his brain was about to explode, and Shangguan couldn't stop laughing at the poems that came out of Xiao Yao's spiritual world, such as thinking about the peasants in the quiet night, and he didn't mean to help at all.

Yang Xinyu on the side saw Xiao Yao's embarrassed appearance, obviously saw that Xiao Yao couldn't think of other poems at all, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zheng saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to help Xiao Yao out of the siege, but he was stopped by Xiao Yao just as he was about to speak.

Not to mention that Xiao Yao really let him find a song after a period of hard thinking.

"The new year of the hometown is cut, and the sky is alone.

The old is under the people, and the spring returns to the guest first.

The mountain ape is the same as the twilight, and the river and willow are in the wind and smoke.

It has been like Changsha Fu, and it has been a few years since then. ”

Xiao Yao looked at Yang Xinyu proudly: "How about it, this is the poem I just wrote is called "New Year's Composition". ”

Yang Xin cut off and left, Xiao Yao chatted with Yang Zheng casually and went back to sleep.

It is often said that busy life passes quickly, and time seems to pass faster when it comes to sleep.

Xiao Yao heard a loud noise outside, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dusk.

Xiao Yao pushed open the door and walked out, and saw Yang Yichen and them squatting in front of their door, chatting and farting.

Xiao Yao kicked Yang Yichen's ass with one kick: "You can't be quiet, and you can't let people sleep." ”

Yang Yichen rubbed his buttocks and stood up and looked at Xiao Yao innocently: "Big brother, we thought you were in retreat, and we were afraid that others would disturb you, so we didn't just stay outside." ”

"As far as you are the loudest, if I were really cultivating, I guess I would have made you go crazy a long time ago!"

In fact, Xiao Yao usually doesn't practice, but he knows that for his cultivation of the "Nine Turns of Leisurely Technique", if he has been practicing in retreat, it is estimated that he will die of old age.

The most important thing in cultivating "Nine Turns of Leisure" is the perception of nature and the word "Leisurely", and the old cat has not made much progress in one place.

So Xiao Yao is not in a hurry, and this feeling does not come out of nowhere.

At this time, it was already ten o'clock in dusk, and the Yang family had already been renewed, and everywhere was full of joy, but Xiao Yao looked so familiar.

The big red lantern in front of the door, as well as those big red satins, how they looked like the last time they came back from the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Yang Yichen seemed to be able to see the crying and laughing on his face.

Soon the courtyard of the Yang family was full of people, the old and the young could gather together, Xiao Yao and others were arranged in the guest seat, and Yang Yichen and Yang Xinyu were accompanied.

Looking at the delicacies in front of him, Xiao Yao was already a little impatient and ready to eat, but after all, this was in someone else's house, Xiao Yao still endured it.

After waiting for a while, Yang Zheng stood up and said a few words, Xiao Yao raised the wine glass and took a big sip, Yang Yichen also wanted to drink it, but as soon as he picked up the wine glass, Yang Xinyu glared back.

At the banquet, Xiao Yao didn't care about others, as long as it was within the reach of his chopsticks, Xiao Yao almost swept it away.

Especially Yang Xinyu, Xiao Yao didn't let her chopsticks touch the vegetables at all one night.

I don't know how Xiao Yao's hand speed is practiced, every time Yang Xinyu is about to catch the dish, there will be an afterimage crossing, and then you can see Xiao Yao chewing something in his mouth and looking at Yang Xinyu with a smile.

After a while, Xiao Yao seemed to be full, or there were no dishes on the table that interested Xiao Yao, so he put down his chopsticks.

In fact, not only Yang Xinyu, but even Yang Yichen didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food.

After Xiao Yao drank another glass of wine with satisfaction, he burped, and Yang Xinyu was already trembling with anger.

Xiao Yaoquan didn't see it, and began to talk to Yang Yichen about what had happened in the past few years.

At first, Yang Xinyu was still a little angry, but later listened to Xiao Yao's discussion and became fascinated, and kept interrogating Xiao Yao.

For example, what ancient paintings are in Huangsha Village, such as the jade-faced flying fox Yang Wenjie.

Xiao Yao's experiences made Yang Xinyu feel too bizarre, and even she felt that Xiao Yao was deliberately lying to her.

In the end, Xiao Yao and the others chatted and talked about women, and they didn't know why the man's dinner table.

This is always the topic that comes up at the end. Even Dongfang Bai, whose face was a little red when he drank, was no exception.

Xiao Yao patted Long Yubei's shoulder and smiled: "Xiaobei, you are the prince, to be honest, how many women do you have in the palace?"

Although Long Yubei drank too much, the temperament on his body still did not decrease by half, and chuckled: "What kind of woman is there, if I am really silent in the gentle township, I will be so willing to take risks with you?"

Su Zimo pouted: "Cut, Xiaobei, don't admit it, they all say that there are three thousand beauties in the harem, even if it's not yours, you don't have a fancy to it?"

"Don't make trouble, if you really talk about the harem, Xiao Yao can know a lot of confidants. ”

"Oh!"

Everyone at the table looked at Xiao Yao with ambiguous eyes.

"I'll go!"

Su Zimo leaned over with a squirt of wine in his mouth: "Big brother, tell me, who do you have a good impression of?"

Yang Yichen didn't think it was a big deal, and listed all the opposite sex who had contact with Xiao Yao.

"Zhou Tianya, Mu Zixun, Xia Motong, Yun Siquan, Yiyi, Lin Yimu, big brother, I remember it seems to be gone, right?"

"You still miss yourself, even if you are so young, you won't let go!"

Yang Xinyu's eyes lit up on the side, and the gossip fire in his body was almost uncontrollable, and he almost ran directly to the City Lord's Mansion to ask Zhou Tianya.

Xiao Yao coughed twice before saying: "I'm here to solemnly explain, I'm really not interested in them, besides, think about it, am I the kind of person who can't walk when I see a woman? And Yang Xinyu, don't look at me all the time, ask about your brother's gossip, it's not too big to even have a favorite girl." ”

Originally, Yang Yichen was still happy to watch the excitement.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, he immediately stopped laughing, and then saw Yang Xinyu's gaze looking at him.

"I'll go, big brother, you're not kind!"

Xiao Yao didn't listen to Yang Yichen at all and went directly to the roof, leaving only Yang Yichen to listen to his sister introduce him to the girls in Youzhou City.

Xiao Yao rushed to the roof and sat down, and handed the wine jar in his hand to Shangguan Yunyan beside him.

Shangguan Yunyan took the wine jar and took a few sips of wine and asked, "How is it? Are you still used to this kind of life?"

Xiao Yao shook his head and lit a cigarette: "I used to read those time-traveling novels and see those protagonists, but now I feel that behind their scenery is more people working harder than all else, and now I am doubting whether I can survive to the end." And what the hell are you doing? Who the hell was the person who stabbed me at that time?"

Under the moonlight, Shangguan Yunyan's delicate little face looked even more beautiful, she put her legs on her legs and chuckled: "I really didn't expect you to have time to think about this, my purpose is not to tell you for the time being, you just need to know that I won't harm you, and don't think about it anymore, you are about to be busy." ”

After that, Shangguan Yunyan's figure gradually disappeared and returned to Xiao Yao's mind.

Xiao Yao looked down and saw several disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect walking towards the Yang family.

Xiao Yao jumped down from the roof, Yang Yichen was still entangled by Yang Xinyu again, and when he saw Xiao Yao's solemn expression, he asked, "What's wrong with the eldest brother?"

Xiao Yao took a deep breath of cigarette and said, "Come with me, the troublemakers are coming." ”

Xiao Yao and the others quietly left the Yang family while others were not paying attention, and it happened that the disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect also arrived at the door.

These people are all cultivators of the Jindan period, and if Xiao Yao fights here, they won't be able to get any benefit.

Yang Yichen took the lead in asking, "What are you doing here?"

At the front, a resolute-looking young man spoke: "I am Wang Yi, the senior brother of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and recently our master is about to leave the customs, so I want to invite you to the Qingcheng Sword Sect to continue." ”

Although it was an invitation, Wang Yi's face and tone were full of disdain.

He pulled out an envelope from his bosom: "This is the invitation. ”

Xiao Yao motioned for Yang Yichen to take it, and as soon as Yang Yichen's hand took the envelope, Wang Yi stabbed Yang Yichen's neck with a sword qi!

The distance was too close, Yang Yichen couldn't open it at all, and at the moment of crisis, Yang Xinyu came out with a horizontal sword to block Wang Yi's sword qi, and Yang Yichen was able to escape.

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect saw that their senior brothers had all made a move, and they all launched an attack on Xiao Yao and them.

Yang Yichen was also annoyed by the conspiracy just now, and rushed forward first.

The highest cultivation of this group of people is Wang Yi, he is the cultivation of Jindan Great Perfection, not only is he a small realm higher than Yang Xinyu, it seems that his strength is relatively high among the disciples of Qingcheng Sword Sect.

Yang Xinyu was at a disadvantage for several rounds of fighting, and he also suffered a lot of injuries.

This Wang Yi's sword was surprisingly fast, Yang Xinyu couldn't see his movements when he took out the sword at all, and a sword mark had already appeared on his body.

"Why do I always encounter such fast and unspeakable monsters during this time!"

Just as Yang Xinyu was complaining, Wang Yi's sword suddenly slowed down.

As if he deliberately wanted her to see it, the sword stabbed Yang Xinyu mercilessly into Yang Xinyu's heart!

Kalachakra Key: "Happy New Year, everyone, during this time, I am also silent in the world of the pen of the gods and cannot extricate myself, when I came back to my senses, I found that I am also a writer, not much else, I hope everyone has a happy New Year." ”