The palace maid beside him said: "This will be the residence of the prince, and if you have any needs in the future, you can shake the silver bell under the eaves to inform us." ”

Yang Yi squinted at the door, and could vaguely see a slender line under the line, tightly tied to a delicate and small silver bell, swaying in the wind, full of comfort.

Then he nodded lightly and said, "Got it." ”

After the palace maid maintained a posture and took about ten steps back, she bowed down respectfully.

Then he turned and left here.

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched.

Mother, could it be that those big families have so much?

Why haven't I seen this when I was in the Yang family before?

But think about it, too, how noisy I used to be, and treat the rules as nothing.

From the ancient trees on the Yang family to the hornet's nest, down to the meditation pond that has been sealed for a hundred years, what are the rules?

To tell the truth, when Yang Yi was in the Yang family, he really didn't know that this was not a family style problem, but he had a problem himself.

So much so that the parents of those students who came to the Yang family to study would warn them every time they went out, never to have anything to do with the eldest son of the Yang family who did not learn and did not know how to do anything, otherwise they would have to break their legs when they went home.

Yang Yi can't control these things, anyway, as the son of the Yang family, going to the house to uncover the tiles is just a matter of closing the confinement slightly, as for doing it?

The Yang family really can't do it, after all, no matter how much trouble they make, they are also flesh and blood.

And this expulsion of Yang Yi from the Yang family is also to protect Yang Yi and the Yang family from the real big forces on the mountain.

With good intentions, everything is just in plain sight.

However, for Yang Yi today, all feelings are just a kind of text emotion that the author forcibly imposes on himself.

Since that incident, Yang Yi has not believed in any visual representation in this world.

Including the courtyard in front of him sitting on top of the giant ship, Yang Yi guessed with a high probability that this was just the dog thief who wrote the book behind the scenes to present him with a space for words.

Yang Yi's gaze fell on the dome, and he sneered: "You want to use me as your marionette with a broken outline?" is still too naïve, I want to see what else you can do to stop me." ”

With that, he took a few steps forward and entered the courtyard gate.

The doors on both sides of the courtyard gate are slowly pushed by an invisible hand until they finally close tightly.

The two brass rings on the door shook slightly, making a subtle crashing sound.

I don't know how long it took.

Three figures appear on this stone street where bamboo forests are intertwined, and the vegetation is constant but very neat.

One of the rough men had a sack as tall as a man with a bracelet, but his steps did not stumble, as if he were walking on the ground, and every step was really stepping on the ground, no different from an ordinary walker.

A smart girl in front of her was talking to the Dragon Palace maid in Jiuhua costume beside her, her face was full of longing, and even saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, because she was the sect master of Lingzhou behind her, which made the Dragon Palace palace maid on the side amused and palpitated.

The rough man just listened to it, and he was helpless: "Good girl, it's really not worry-free, I think about how to marry after eating." ”

But if anyone who is interested in hearing the voice of a rough man like this, he will probably tremble with fright.

Good fellow, who would dare to marry your daughter? Isn't that too vigorous because of the smoke from the ancestral grave?

When passing by the gate of the courtyard where Yang Yi was, the rough man's eyes glanced into the gate intentionally or unintentionally, and he didn't seem to see what he wanted to see, and muttered softly: "The guy surnamed Huang is really annoying to hide it, so he won't directly pick out the words? ”

Yang Yi gently closed the door, looked around, looked at the neat layout of the room, and subconsciously looked back, but found that there was nothing, and he still didn't know the reason after thinking about it carefully.

The rough man on the street paused, but shook his head slightly, and laughed at himself: "If that's true, it's a little more interesting." ”

The girl turned her head and wondered, "Dad, what's wrong?"

The rough man smiled and said that it was okay, then raised his heels, flipped the medium-sized ** bag in his hand, and the three of them walked towards the depths of the street together.

The Fan family mansion in the inner city of Fengyue City.

In the pavilion next to the small pond behind the courtyard, two people sat and talked to each other.

The old man rubbed the sunspot in his hand, frowned, and after pondering for a long time, he raised his eyes to look at Fan Zhimao, who was smiling hippie in front of him, and said helplessly: "Can't you just play a good game?"

Fan Zhimao stuffed his left hand into the flag box, played with white chess, supported his cheek raiser with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Random fists can also kill the master, the second eagle, you should surrender quickly." Hey, it's really lonely to be invincible. Don't you have an opponent who can match my chess strength?"

The second eagle sneered: "Huh? Guess how good you are to run thirty? Bragging can you type the draft first, you have played more than 300 games of chess with me from beginning to end, which time was not your kid completely defeated by me, and you are still blowing it now? Don't forget that I haven't made this last step yet." ”

The second eagle said, the fingers of the chess pieces moved slightly, and the chess pieces flew out and stayed quietly on one point.

Fan Zhimao got up suddenly, stared at the chess game with wide eyes, and exclaimed, "This is okay?"

The second eagle leaned back, looked at Fan Zhimao with disdain as if he had never seen the world, and said loudly: "You don't follow the rules on the chessboard, and you still want to play me? ”

Obviously, the second eagle must be hinting at something.

Fan Zhimao adjusted his sitting posture and said with a serious expression: "Hey, Second Eagle Brother, you are not right, you know what I am like, the saying of eating and drinking is still too absolute, I am at most forced to make a living." ”

The second eagle said: "Forced to make a living? Isn't the sword cultivation of the Sword Venerable Master of the Four Realms worshiped as a god, just a bunch of little girls rubbing on you, and actually falling to the point of running to other people's territory to steal melons and eat? Isn't it that all the silver and silver given to you by the head of the Fan family are used in the fat powder hook bar?"

Fan Zhimao pointed at the second eagle's nose and said with a smile: "You old man, don't slander people! I am a well-known person who is diligent and thrifty, not that I feel sorry for those few melon money, mainly because the melon field is planted in the middle of the mountainside, and there is no one around. ”

Fan Zhimao naturally wouldn't say that he just wanted to experience the nervous feeling of stealing a melon.

After all, wandering the rivers and lakes has been planted for a few years, and it has long been boring to spend money like running water.

Making money is too simple for him to go up the mountain to fight bandits and other goods, and then go down the mountain to the nearby county town to receive bounties and other chores.

Especially at that time, the person surnamed Liao pushed hard, and in the end he ran the fastest, and I don't know where a Three Realms sword cultivator got so much strength at that time.

Fan Zhimao gently twisted up a white chess piece, but he didn't play it for a long time, and said loudly: "I'm going to go on a long trip, what do you old man think?"

The second eagle opened his eyes and said softly: "It's okay, it's just that the various families in the inner city have been surging recently because of yesterday's turmoil, but there will be no threat to our Fan family." ”

Fan Zhimao's brows were a little frowning for the first time, and he said, "Oh, these old turtles in the inner city will actually move on their own, it seems that that the little Heavenly Master of the formation has a great influence on them, what do they want to do?"

The second eagle gently twisted a chess piece from the chessboard, played with it between his fingers, and said, "As you think." ”

Fan Zhimao was puzzled: "But in this case, isn't it a violation of the agreement between the Yellow City Lord and those families?

The second eagle said with a smile: "The inner city family itself is intertwined, and the sect forces behind it are even more complicated, and the means to erase any trace and make that kid die unexpectedly anywhere outside of Huaiyang City, my Fan family is not without it." ”

Fan Zhimao chuckled and said: "Then it depends on the little Heavenly Master's creation master, but I feel that the four realms really can't take that kid well, even if I can only cause skin trauma to him at this stage, you can imagine." ”

The second eagle nodded and said, "The formation attainment is very strong, but I don't know if there is a blessing in my hand." ”

After speaking, the conversation changed, and said, "You just said that you were going to take a long trip, where are you going?"

Fan Zhimao put his hands behind his head, stretched comfortably and said: "I'm going to go to Longyangzhou, see if I can find some opportunities, I can vaguely feel the barrier between the four realms and the five realms, ethereal, sometimes like an endless plain, sometimes like a bottomless ravine, making people's heads big." ”

"So I went to Longyang Prefecture to try the local method, and I heard that there is a sword pavilion there, which is magnificent and Cui Wei, so I went to explore the truth by the way. ”

Eagle Er's eyes fell on the surface of the sparkling pond, and murmured: "One of the three war-torn states of the Horse Leather Shroud, Longyang Prefecture...... ? ”