As soon as Yang Cheng heard that he had said the wrong thing, he hurriedly laughed and said: "Hey, my good daughter, this thing is like water spilled out, you must be careful to sail a boat for ten thousand years." ”

Yang Xiaoya shook her head, as if she understood or not, which made Yang Cheng's heart feel empty.

With a cough, he reached out his left hand from behind him and placed a piece of white letter on the bookcase.

Yang Xiaoya was a little puzzled, so she picked up the letter paper and opened it gently, and the dense font appeared in her smart eyes.

Yang Xiaoya muttered: "Isn't it just the trivial matter of that Huaiyang City, it can't be beaten by our eight poles, what good news can there be." ”

Yang Cheng sat opposite the bookcase, looked at his daughter with a smile and said softly, "Look down." ”

Yang Xiaoya's heart moved, her eyes directly skipped the large content in the middle, and landed at the bottom of the whole copy, and the first thing that caught her eye was a person's name, two words.

Yang Yi.

This name is very familiar to Yang Xiaoya.

It's his former brother.

Since his deportation, he has not been heard from.

Now that she appeared in front of her eyes again, Yang Xiaoya's heart tightened like a string, her two talking eyes widened, and a surprise that could not be concealed appeared on her cheeks.

But then he was suppressed, looked at his father suspiciously, and said: "Dad, could this be different people with the same name and surname? After all, there are so many people, there will always be several people standing in the same pit." ”

Yang Cheng said with a smile: "I bet you learned what you said from Yang Yi's bastard boy." Of course, this news was secretly sent back by my Yang family's branch industry in Huaiyang City, and it was much more credible than those rumors in the market. ”

Yang Xiaoya nodded, her eyes fell back on the letter again, the corners of her mouth opened and closed slightly, and she read the words on the letter paper softly.

The last word settled.

Yang Xiaoya closed the letter paper in a trance, and there was some disbelief in her eyes.

It is hard to imagine that an elder brother who has nothing to do in the sky can actually make such a big disturbance in Huaiyang City, and be able to get the city lord of Huaiyang City and the sect master of Qishan Sect far west of Lingzhou to show up at the same time to relieve the siege.

This kind of opportunity is no less than that of some real heavenly pride.

Yang Cheng attached his hands to the bookcase, and chuckled: "What's the matter, little girl, is your father and my original decision not wrong, I said, with Yang Yi's talent as a little rabbit cub, how can the little Tianshi City tolerate him? ”

Yang Xiaoya was a little angry, and snorted: "Why don't I remember that you said such a thing, Dad?" It's just because my brother said something that violated the way of heaven, and I was afraid that the people above would blame me and tear up the relationship. ”

"But now it seems that this is the right way to do this, so that those families will not raid our Yang family. It's Dad, you're in place this time. ”

Yang Cheng smiled embarrassedly, coughed a few times and said, "Yes, that's it, I'll let someone bring you some food later, don't work so hard, combine work and rest, otherwise it will only backfire." ”

Yang Xiaoya nodded her little head, her eyes rolled, and she smiled: "Dad, can you let me keep that letter?"

Yang Chengzheng wanted to get up and take back the white letterhead, and said with a smile after hearing this: "Naturally." ”

After that, he gently pushed the letter paper towards Yang Xiaoya, got up and left the study with a smile.

When closing the door, he didn't forget to tell Yang Xiaoya some big truths again, the latter completely went in and out of his left ear, and carefully read the deeds of his brother in Huaiyang City, and then closed the envelope reluctantly.

Secretly clenched his fists, and said in his heart: "Even my brother has already worked hard to cultivate, so I can't leave half a step behind, come on!"

Yang Xiaoya nodded solemnly, and gently pinched the black rod and brush with her right hand, and the belly of the pen sank into the inkstone's fragrant ink, stirring slightly, so that the belly of the pen was full of ink again.

Raising his arm, his expression was serious, and he didn't have the previous play, and he didn't look like a girl at all.

The tip of the pen fell on the rice paper, and all the accounts on the small ledger were copied stroke by stroke, and they were written down in my heart.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, nothing more than this.

Even she didn't expect it.

A few years later, the Yang family in Tianshi City.

Not only is it famous among many families around Tianxia Mountain, but it has also made a lot of names in Lingzhou.

In just a few years, the Yang family has become one of the top ten families in the inner city of Yijiang City, one of the three main cities of Huaiyang City.

So far, the Yang family has become a top family known to every household.

While everyone remembers the thriving Yang family, there is also a person who has gone from behind the scenes to the front of the scenes.

And this person is almost an important figure on the road to the rise of the Yang family.

The second daughter of Yang Cheng, the head of the Yang family.

Yang Xiaoya.

......

The Liao family in Tianshi City.

In the back garden of the courtyard, there is a figure standing quietly next to a flower, holding an extremely ordinary iron pruning shears in his hand, his breath is restrained, he holds his breath and concentrates, and he devotes himself to the work in his hand.

With a click, the miscellaneous branches hidden in the flowers and trees fell to the ground, and Liao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Fingers habitually tapped the surface of the iron pruning shears, humming a song from nowhere, and slowly moving along the flowers, keeping their eyes on every detail, for fear of falling on something.

Who would have thought that the genius sword cultivator who once dared to argue with the sect master of Qishan Sect would now nest in the back garden to trim flowers and plants, if those mountain monks heard it, they would not laugh off their big teeth.

It's just more of a pity that a sword repair seedling was buried in vain.

The road of sword cultivation is difficult to climb, but anyone who has come into contact with it knows it.

Being able to cross the quagmire of the Three Realms at a young age and step into the mountains of the Four Realms in one step is definitely not something that can be exchanged for hard work, and talent is sometimes the key to determining the height.

Liao Zhen did not have a three-foot long sword hanging from his waist.

Instead, he leaned against an inconspicuous corner and ate ashes.

The clothes are also very plain clothes, and there is even a stitched opening on the left waist.

Looking behind it, I didn't know that I thought it was a gardener or something like the Liao family.

Liao Zhen's ears moved slightly, his eyes raised, and he fell on top of the blue fall.

At this time, the canopy was only surrounded by wisps of mist.

Like a beautiful pattern dotted on a piece of blue gauze, it is fresh and elegant.

Liao Zhen liked it very much.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the air.

If you look closely, it is a handsome black and white falcon.

His eyes were full of fierceness and spirit.

The sound of the falcon sounded.

Liao Zhen slowly raised his arm, his index finger had just stretched out, and the eagle falcon stepped on the slender finger like a woman accurately.

Liao Zhen smiled and stroked the feathers of the falcon, and after helping to remove the dust, he unloaded a delicate bamboo tube from the falcon's leg.

Open the bamboo tube and take out the piece of paper tied in it by the red string.

With a flick of its fingers, the falcon flapped its wings and leaped into the air.

After circling several times above Liao Zhen's head, he left the small garden.

Liao Zhen pinned the pruning shears to his waist, pinched the top of the red rope with two fingers and gently pulled.

The red rope that is already a slipknot is scattered after a woman's hair is untied from the ribbon.

opened the letter paper, and in a few words, it classified all the movements that happened in Huaiyang City and some major events in the world of Kyushu.

After Liao Zhen briefly read the content, his wrist shook slightly.

The letter paper is like a fire that gradually dissipates between heaven and earth.

The red rope held in the other hand was not chopped into ashes by the sharp sword qi, but Liao Zhen instead stuffed it into the small cloth bag around his waist.

When I opened it, there were already more than 100 red ropes.

Gently putting the red rope up, Liao Zhen nodded with a smile and said, "Do you just want to die?" The little sage of the Yang family is really interesting, and it hasn't been a few days before he makes such a big disturbance in Huaiyang City. In this way, it is really similar to my personality at the time, but give me ten guts, I don't dare to be so big in Huaiyang City. ”

"Sect Master of Qishan, I didn't expect him to go to the Dragon Palace in person to participate in the Centennial Feast, fortunately, I didn't plan to go to the Dragon Palace, otherwise it would be light to be touched by that little aunt and grandmother. ”

remembered that he had been chased for more than 100 miles by stealing melons with Fan Zhimao in Qishan, and then went up the mountain to challenge the sect master of Qishan and was almost killed directly.

Liao Zhen's figure couldn't help but shudder.

Picking up the pruning shears at his waist, he once again put his mind on the small flowers and trees in front of him.

After all, the fighting, killing, and human sophistication on the rivers and lakes are just a cloud of the past for him now.

The current flower and grass cutting is the small river and lake in Liao Zhen's heart at this time.