Yang Tianhong replied respectfully: "The kid hopes to be able to worship the two of you as teachers and learn the way of poetry and literature." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The expression on Bi Yuan's face became a little indifferent, and he interjected: "What, are you planning to use the Body Forging Pill in exchange?"

Yang Tianhong shook his head again and again: "The kid will never have this idea." The pill is just a gift for everyone, as for whether you are willing to accept the boy as an apprentice, it should be used as a lottery for the two school exams. If the poems and writings made by the boy are still in the eyes of the two dharmas, he will officially worship the disciples as disciples. If not, Tianhong has no complaints. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Tianhong turned his gaze to Meng Xiong and said with a smile: "I also saw two gentlemen, so I had this thought. I also hope that Meng Gonghaihan must not be a valuable thing. The so-called visible and can be taken is just an ordinary object. Only in this way can we live up to the names of Mr. Wen Qing and Mr. An Chang. ”

Speaking of which, the expressions of Cui Ji and Bi Yuan gradually softened, and their eyes at Yang Tianhong were no longer cold.

Although it was calculated, Yang Tianhong also made enough gestures to give the two of them enough steps.

Yes, whether you want it or not, it depends on whether this son is worthy of teaching. If it's a vulgar person, just flick your sleeves and go. If the poems made by this son can still be eye-catching, it is just one more apprentice, and he can also get a body forging pill.

As for Meng Xiong, although he is a foil, he is very important. If the objects taken out by Meng Xiong are too precious, it is tantamount to giving people a handle, thinking that Cui and Bi took the opportunity to make money. But if it's just an ordinary object, then after the fact, no one will have anything to say, and it can become a beautiful talk about military generals worshipping literati.

Cui Ji smiled again, he looked at Meng Xiong, who was sitting on the side, and said: "It's rare that this son has a resolute heart, just according to what he said, just point to an item in this hall and use it as a color head!"

Meng Xiong smiled wryly.

It's very simple, but it's hard to actually sit up.

Who is Yang Tianhong?

The sister-in-law of the late hussar general, a monk of the Yuan Sect. Although he voluntarily resigned from the title, this kind of person is a truly trustworthy and loyal person in the eyes of the emperor. It is conceivable that as long as time passes, Yang Tianhong's future official position and power may not be inferior to his father's, and may even far surpass.

The Meng family is a wealthy businessman, and the monks have seen a lot, but they have never seen a monk who casually took out a Yuan Qi Pill and pawned it. What does this mean? If it weren't for the large amount of pill resources in hand, if it weren't for the special care and care of the elders of the sect, if it weren't for the mastery of exquisite alchemy skills, who would do this?

A Yuan Qi Pill is equivalent to decades of cultivation!

Can such a promising person take a random thing as a lottery head?

It can be seen that Yang Tianhong really wants to worship Cui and Bi as teachers. Meng Xiong is also willing to facilitate this. It's just that, as far as the eye can see, there are only cups, plates, bowls, maidservants. Although all kinds of utensils at the Meng family's banquet are expensive, they are very vulgar after all, and it is impossible to use them as gifts at such a time. As for the maidservants and maidservants...... Meng Qi had inquired in advance, and only those who were recognized could enter the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion. There is no such thing as a handmaid, Yang Tianhong has no one around him, maybe he doesn't like it at all.

Today's banquet is a bit special, in order to take care of Cui Ji and Bi Yuan's literati status, Meng Xiong is dressed very plainly. He knew that Yang Tianhong didn't have much money, otherwise he wouldn't have used the Yuanqi Pill as a pawn for his son. Otherwise, Meng Xiong would still wear a few precious jade ornaments on his body. Just now...... None of them were brought with them.

When people are in a hurry, they will look around. What's more, this is still in Meng Xiong's own home.

He panicked, his gaze wandering back and forth everywhere he could see. Promenades, halls, gardens...... Soon, the focus of the sweeping back and forth gaze fell on the hall in the side direction.

Yang Tianhong's demeanor was humble, and inadvertently, he had already seen all of Meng Xiong's behavior.

Looking at it from the top position, you can see the big red coral in the living room.

Therefore, Yang Tianhong put forward such a seemingly ordinary and reasonable suggestion as "you can see it and get it", but in fact it is secretly scheming.

The use of coral as a color head is completely in line with the current situation.

Sure enough, Meng Xiong did not hesitate to call the two sturdy domestic servants, pointed to the living room, and said, "Go, carry that coral out, and use that as a color head." ”

Cui Ji and Bi Yuan kept nodding. Although this thing is precious, it is not good, neither gold nor silver, and it is very suitable for the occasion.

"In this case, the old man will casually test you. ”

Cui Ji slowly stroked his beard and glanced at Yang Tianhong deeply: "Today, Meng Gong invited us to enjoy the lotus fish, there are beautiful wines here, which are pleasing to the eye." You can make anything on this corridor in half an hour to be valid. ”

This is already a relaxation of the conditions, which is equivalent to recognizing Yang Tianhong as a disciple in disguise.

After all, for an apprentice who is very good at being a man and can take valuable gifts to honor his teacher, any teacher likes it very much and will give special attention.

Yang Tianhong obtained the thinking consciousness of the dead master who had long been seated in the Linglong Treasure Lock, and many poems and texts from another world became his consciousness memory.

After pondering for a few minutes, Yang Tianhong bowed to Cui Ji and Bi Yuan: "I have been accompanied by military books since I was a child, and I have to enter the master to practice, and I have a lot of insight into the time in the world. In this case, Tianhong obeyed the teacher's orders and composed a poem with the theme of "wine". Please also ask the master to taste. ”

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon ......"

This is another world's masterpiece "Will Enter the Wine".

Atmospheric, heroic, hearty. It is full of helplessness and longing for life, full of confusion and debauchery about reality. Life is nothing more than this, everything is fleeting. The word fame and fortune that you are looking for is just water and wine in the cup in the end, the so-called flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, as long as you are drunk, you can have everything.

A drunkard is undoubtedly ridiculous in the eyes of a sober person.

But, in the mind of a drunkard, he owns the whole world.

Cui Ji picked up the wine glass, took a big sip suddenly, and muttered to himself: "Eliminate eternal sorrow with you, eliminate eternal sorrow with you...... Why didn't I think of it, why didn't I think of it?"

Bi Yuan simply picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth, and the dripping wine juice splashed all over his body. Putting down the heavy jar, he wiped his mouth, he was already a little drunk, looked at Yang Tianhong who was full of anticipation, and sighed: "You kid has a lot of appetite for me." Although this article does not belong to my Da Chu style, it has a novel idea and a unique style. Relaxed and casual, without too many constraints, it is also in line with your identity. Anyway, you passed the exam, and from now on, you can claim to be my apprentice when you go out. ”

The appeal of the poems is extremely strong, and Meng Xiong even called the servants on the spot, almost pointing at Yang Tianhong and roaring: "Write it down, hurry up and write down the articles made by Yang Gongzi, you can't make a single mistake." This article will be passed down through the ages, and it will be passed down through the ages!"

......

It's already dark.

When he left the Meng Mansion, Yang Tianhong was already a little drunk.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him to get drunk. It's just that Mengfu wine is really good, and it has been recognized by Cui Ji and Bi Yuan, which makes Yang Tianhong full of joy, and there is no way to use the power to resolve it, and he poured several jars of wine in a row, plus the delicious fish belly, he was very satisfied with this meal, and he also got what he wanted.

The big red coral has been packed into the bag. For this kind of necessary object for monks, Meng Xiong and others have long seen a lot. The Linglong Treasure Lock on Yang Tianhong's chest became more and more intense, but he had to wait until he returned to the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion to carefully check the true mystery of this coral.

Although he had resigned from his status as a nobleman, Emperor Shunming still gave Yang Tianhong certain privileges. A team of Wuhou patrolling the street stopped Yang Tianhong and the others, and after checking the identity plate, they let them leave.

The cold moonlight shone a faint white in the depths of the dark streets.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe stood in the middle of the road, staring at Yang Tianhong who was approaching with eyes full of hatred. He carried an iron sword diagonally over his shoulder, which he could pull out of its sheath with his backhand.

In five years, a lot of things will change.

Shen Changyou's temperament is no longer as impatient as in the past. The last time he was frightened by Chen Zhengjian and fled on the spot, he really understood the true meaning of the phrase "there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky". In that year, Yang Tianhong left the Yang Mansion to go to the Guiyuan Sect, and Shen Changyou also entered the Yang Mansion to carefully teach the two sons of the Xu family. However, Yang Wenyao and Yang Wenjia, who are used to being pampered, have the slightest desire to cultivate, let alone a single-minded path.

For these two newly recruited apprentices, Shen Changyou was speechless.

Yang Wenyao and Yang Wenjia both like to drink, every time they drink, they must be accompanied by a woman, they must get drunk every time they drink, and when they are drunk, they will start to be chaotic, and men and women will be rotten together. Shen Changyou has personally bumped into similar things several times. Although he was punished several times, the second son of the Xu family never repented, and even hated him as a cultivator.

There are always people in this world who are unattainable. Although Shen Changyou's plan is very clever, he wants to train the second son of the Xu family as a helper and give Yang Tianhong a fatal blow from within the Yang Mansion. However, after all, the second son of the Xu family was not able to make it to the wall, and five years had passed, and under the premise of forcibly infusing the pill, his cultivation was only the first stage of qi refining. With this level and qualifications, not to mention killing Yang Tianhong, even the rookie apprentices who have just entered Haotianmen are not as good.

Now, Shen Changyou can only do it himself.

Yang Tianhong rode on a horse and saw Shen Changyou being dragged out of the moonlight from a distance.

Grabbed the reins, raised his hand to stop the guards who had already pulled out their sabers and were about to rush over, at a distance of about thirty meters, Yang Tianhong said loudly: "Daoist Shen, don't come unharmed!"

Shen Changyou's emaciated face showed a rather strange expression: "You don't seem to be surprised by my appearance. Why, do you know you're going to be waiting for you here?"

Yang Tianhong shook his head drunkenly and laughed softly: "I don't have the ability to predict the future. However, you will come sooner or later, and sooner or later the reckoning between us will have to be settled. To tell you the truth, I waited for you every day after I went down the mountain and went home. It's just that I didn't expect you to have such good patience that you didn't show up until today. ”

This is clearly a mockery, even a mockery.

A trace of shame and anger flashed in Shen Changyou's eyes, his already gloomy face lowered a few points downward, and an extremely resentful roar came out of his mouth: "You killed my disciple Shen Xing, how can I let you go?"

Yang Tianhong said lightly: "Some people deserve to die. ”

The incomparably strong anger instantly filled Shen Changyou's entire face. He pulled out the long sword from his back with his backhand, pointed at Yang Tianhong with the tip of the sword, and said coldly: "You, you try again?"

"I'm just stating the facts. ”

Yang Tianhong's voice was unusually calm: "Since your apprentice Shen Xing has entered the Yang family as a servant, he should abide by the rules of my Yang family. The so-called difference between respect and inferiority, there is a point between the top and bottom, I am the son of the Yang family, that is, the master of the Yang Mansion. Shen Xing didn't think about solving problems for his master, but instead drew a knife at his master. Is this what a servant should do? Or can he, Shen Xing, be a monk, arrogant and empty-sighted?"

Shen Changyou opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. Although the angry expression on his face was still the same, he couldn't find a word to refute Yang Tianhong.

Yang Tianhong was right, Shen Xing interfered in the affairs of his master's family without authorization, and he died in vain. Despite his status as a monk, the government would not stand out for a slave who wanted to kill his master. Everything in the world has its own rules. Debts to repay money, murder to pay for life, the dispute between Yang Tianhong and the Xu family is a contradiction between the masters. A servant in Shen Xing participated in it, his name was not right, his words were not good, and he deserved to be killed.

Shen Changyou, who was thunderous, gradually calmed down, he raised his hand and threw the iron sword into the air, and the cold sword suddenly floated in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Yang Tianhong on the opposite side, like a missile that firmly locked on the opponent, just waiting for the controller to give an order, it would spit out flames and gallop towards the target.

"You're just a clever talker. Young people are just good at talking. However, you seem to have forgotten that you are no longer a brave prince, and you don't have a noble lord on your body, just a white body. What's more, this time is different from the past, although you worship under the Guiyuan Sect, there are no elders around you to follow. In five years, your realm has been raised by two levels. This kind of cultivation speed is not unfast, but you are too anxious, and you have already gone down the mountain before you have built a foundation. I've already set up a warning barrier around me, and even if you have an elder from your sect suddenly come to help, I'll have enough time to kill you first and then leave. ”

Yang Tianhong smiled faintly: "Do you think the reason why I said these words is to deliberately delay time?"

Shen Changyou's flying sword control that he had already carried was slowly put down, his eyes squinted, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

Yang Tianhong said slowly: "Five years ago, you couldn't kill me. Now, how can you decide whether I live or die?"

"No, you can't be my match. ”

Shen Changyou shouted categorically: "I have built a foundation, I have practiced diligently for five years, and the realm has already broken through the original obstacles, you are just a ......"

Yang Tianhong pretended to be surprised and interrupted him: "Oh! It's disrespectful, but I don't see how powerful you are. Speaking of foundation building...... Hehe, isn't Zhuji amazing? Compared to Grandmaster Jindan, what can it be?"

Elixir?

Shen Changyou's heart froze, and his whole mind became nervous with the word "Jindan". His eyes widened suddenly, scanning back and forth with a frightened gaze. However, all you can see is the dark streets, and the moonlight is as white as paper.

There was silence all around.

Except for himself and Yang Tianhong's group of people standing opposite, there was no superfluous figure.

Yang Tianhong was still accompanied by the five guards of the Yang family. Among them, the strongest cultivator is only the third layer of qi refining.

Where's the hell Brother Jindan?

It's just alarmist, deliberately entertaining Dao Ye me?

Thinking of this, the muscles on Shen Changyou's face trembled, and a cruel and hideous smile appeared. The iron sword, which had been suspended in mid-air, also changed the direction of the tip slightly, and the sword body shook slightly, making a shocking "buzzing" sound.

Although the material of this sword is average, it has been repeatedly refined by Shen Changyou in five years. For this reason, he smashed into hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones, raising the quality of this sword by a level.

The sharper the channel, the easier it is to control. Shen Changyou has enough self-confidence, and a sword down is enough to cut off Yang Tianhong's head.

He decided not to talk nonsense with Yang Tianhong anymore, condensed his mind, raised his right hand, pinched a magic decision towards the flying sword, and issued a fierce command in his mouth: "Hurry!"

Everyone saw that with Shen Changyou's order, the iron sword suddenly flew forward like a wild horse. As soon as he rushed out of about half a meter, he was blocked by an invisible force, and he could no longer advance an inch.

No, not to block, but to be grabbed from behind.

It was a hand, a hand that suddenly appeared out of the darkness of the night. The fingers are slender and the joints are thick and full of power. It held it so tightly that the iron sword stopped firmly in the air, and although the blade shook repeatedly, it could not break free, and could only swing helplessly back and forth to the left and right. In a moment, it completely lost power, the tip of the sword drooped, and it fell to the ground with a "clang".

Shen Changyou turned around at an extremely fast speed and looked at the position where the iron sword was originally hanging in the air with an incredulous gaze.

In the darkness of the night, a slender and tall figure gradually appeared. The man was dressed in a gray robe, blue linen shoes, and wore the usual monk's hair in a bun. He picked up the iron sword from the ground, flicked it with his fingers, and shook his head disdainfully: "Such an inferior material, it dares to be used to make weapons, it really falls into the name of the word "flying sword". ”

Shen Changyou swore that he had repeatedly checked the direction and location of this stranger's appearance several times. It's an empty street, not to mention Tibetans, and even if a mouse stays in the corner and steals, he can tell it through his spiritual sense.