Early summer, late at night, Qingxi Town

In the brightly lit house, a young man in brocade with a hairpin on his head and a delicate face stood alone in the attic.

Playing with a short stick in his hand, listening to the insects in the garden, the young man frowned slightly and looked at the starry sky.

"Feng'er, are you still angry that your grandfather won't let you practice swords?"

As he spoke, a graceful woman dressed in a gorgeous costume walked up the stairs with a fruit bowl and a smile on her face.

"Mother, I know, our family is the largest body training family in the town, and it is not wrong for my grandfather to ask me to practice boxing and be a body practitioner Guangyao lintel, but I really like to practice swords, and I really want to be a sword cultivator!"

The boy put the stick in his waist and rubbed his nose, and continued to mumble:

"One person, one horse and one sword, walking alone in the rivers and lakes, riding a horse and singing the sword to the end of the world, cutting off all the injustices in the world, and cutting off all the black-hearted people in the world, how happy it is!"

Looking at the young man's angry appearance, the woman's face couldn't help but show a kind smile, put down the fruit plate in her hand and gently touched the young man's forehead, sighed lightly, and said in a serious and soft voice:

"Alas..... Feng'er, your father told you a lot of truths, my mother doesn't understand that, and she doesn't ask for anything else, she just hopes that you can grow up healthily, and when you grow up, you can find a girl you like to marry and have children, then you will be at ease as a mother. ”

The woman turned her head to look at the night sky, unable to bear to see the young man's lost appearance.

The boy looked at his mother's side face and stopped talking, rubbing the short stick at his waist and passing his head.

The mother and son looked at the starry sky, each hiding their hearts...

In the meeting hall of the mansion, an old man with white hair and long beard was sitting on the Taishi's chair with blazing eyes.

In front of the old man, there were two middle-aged men, one dressed in a jade suit with a beard, rubbing the green pendant on his waist in his hand, and his brows were tightly knit as if he was thinking about something.

The other was dressed in a strong suit and had a strong body, looking at the old man with a look of care.

"Dad, I didn't say you, Xiao Feng likes to practice swords, let him practice! Big brother gave up studying because of your interference, is your old man addicted to managing people? Not even his favorite little grandson?"

The man in the strong suit couldn't hold his breath first, and complained to the old man with his neck.

When the old man heard this, he withdrew the hand that was about to hold the teacup, his eyes locked on the man in the suit like electricity, raised his hand and pointed at the man's nose and scolded:

"You rebel son shut up for me, how can my Ye family, as the No. 1 training family in Qingxi Town, break the ancestral inheritance? Feng'er is not a big deal, you are also a teenager? I have practiced Fuhu Fist for forty years, and I can only practice the six realms of physical fitness! And the face standing in front of me?"

The old man waved his sleeves and turned his head to look away, simply out of sight.

Seeing this, the man in jade clothes on the side stopped rubbing his fingers on the jade pendant, quietly glanced at the man in strong suit, turned to the old man and gave a deep salute, and said:

"Father, I will definitely explain the truth to Feng'er with him about the sword practice, although Feng'er is young, but he is talented and intelligent, and he will definitely not do anything that violates the ancestral teachings! What we should consider is how to deal with that Yang Taishou's request, it is not far from the day when the imperial court will pay tribute, this Yang Taishou has not been able to collect brilliant treasures, and he has actually hit the idea on the ancestral heirloom of our Ye family, it is really unreasonable!"

The man in the jade suit held the jade pendant tightly in his hand, as if he was holding Yang Taishou in his hand who was insatiable in the wine pond and meat forest.

The father and son in the hall were silent, and each thought about countermeasures in their hearts.

The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty stipulated that the beginning of autumn every year was the day of tribute of the Great Song Kingdom, and the vassal kings and state pastors from all over the country needed to bring all kinds of rare treasures into the capital to face the saints.

This also made many petty officials like Yang Taishou begin to collect folk treasures by unscrupulous means every time they arrive in the beginning of autumn, and then transfer them to their top superiors non-stop.

Just for his superiors to be able to win the joy of the dragon face above the court, then his official career will be smooth from then on.

This is the way of being an official.

The old man took the teacup and moistened his throat, pondered for a moment, and said:

"This Yang Taishou has studied thick and black deeply, but he has never done anything for me Qingxi Town to benefit the people, and he only knows that the wine pond meat forest is greedy for pleasure all day long. Although my Ye family has practiced martial arts from generation to generation, the people do not fight with the officials, so they have been avoiding it again and again, and now this child surnamed Yang wants my Ye family to hand over the ancestral things to flatter the court, which is really not enough people's hearts! Could it be true that my Ye family has no one? When I Ye Changfeng is so deceitful?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man's momentum changed in vain, and he rose spontaneously without wind in a gorgeous costume, and his cultivation at the peak of the Eight Realms of Physical Training was undoubtedly revealed.

Syllable~

The teacup in the old man's hand was crushed in vain, and white powder spilled from the cracks in his palm.

The two maidservants standing outside the door were pushed a few steps away by the air waves coming from the house, and turned their heads to look at the door with a frightened face, panicking for a moment and not daring to speak.

"Wuhai, Wuyan, you two will go with me tomorrow to meet this Yang Taishou for a while, I want to see why such a treacherous villain asked my Ye family to hand over the treasure to win his own black gauze hat!"

The old man reined in his momentum and threw down his words, got up and walked out of the hall with his sleeves up, leaving only Ye Wuhai and Ye Wuya brothers standing on the ground and looking at each other.

When the old man walked away, the latter helplessly spread his hands to the eldest brother and made a grimace, as if to say:

"Look, this time the old man doesn't pretend to be kind!

In the wing, the former graceful woman was sitting by an oil lamp at this time, mending a piece of clothing with needles and threads in her hand, and her gorgeous face was full of happy smiles.

Squeak~

The door was softly pushed open, and Ye Wuhai, who was wearing a jade robe, walked into the room and closed the door, slowly came to the woman, put his hands on the woman's shoulders, and asked softly:

"Rou'er, why haven't you rested yet?"

"No, Feng'er has been able to eat very much recently, her body has grown very fast, this gown has been small in a few days, and I don't worry about the clothes made in the shop outside, so I still changed it by myself. ”

The woman put her hand on the man's hand and turned her head to explain, her eyes full of tenderness.

Hearing this, Ye Wuhai's mind couldn't help but think of his diligent and sensible son Ye Feng, and his slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed, showing a rare smile.

After packing up the clothes on the table, the woman went to the bed, spread the futon and asked:

"Then Yang Taishou Suobao has been properly discussed?"

Ye Wuhai snorted and explained:

"Well, my father is angry about this, and plans to show his strength to officially show a showdown with Yang Taishou, tomorrow morning, Wuya and I will accompany my father to see Yang Taishou, this person is greedy but cowardly as a mouse, it is expected that there will be no big accidents!"

Ye Wuhai's tone was full of confidence, and the woman also put down her heart when she heard it, and she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, patted her heart and smiled:

"That's good, that's good, my eyelids have been jumping a lot these days for this matter, and now I can finally sleep peacefully!"

After that, the two turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In the wing room of the east courtyard at the other end, the white-haired old man stood alone in front of the window motionless, looking at the bright moon outside the window worriedly and thinking about his thoughts.

After a long time, the old man flicked his sleeves and sighed helplessly:

"Feng'er, my good grandson, grandpa doesn't know if he can accompany you! I just hope that in the future, you can practice my Ye family's Fuhu boxing well, and you can glorify my Ye family's lintel!"

Speaking of this, the old man paused, as if thinking of something, was silent for a moment, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, and muttered to himself:

"As for that great opportunity, it's up to you to grasp it..."

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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, the young man Lang Yefeng dressed neatly and pinned a short stick to his waist and went out of the room.

When he arrived at the gate, the young man hesitated for a moment and walked towards a bearded man with a rein in his hand.

Sleepless all night, Ye Feng still chose to obey his grandfather's arrangement and be a pure body refining cultivator Guangda Ye Family Fuhu Fist.

It's just that the boy doesn't want to talk about it.

"Uncle Qin, how big do you say this world is, and in the entire Great Song Dynasty, how many can we rank in Qingxi Town compared to other towns?"

Ye Feng rode on his horse, held the reins, looked back at the city wall of the town behind him, turned his head and asked softly to the martial artist beside him.

The bearded man who was called Uncle Qin by Ye Feng blinked at the young man with a bull's eye the size of a copper bell, scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled embarrassedly, and he didn't say a word for a long time, looking very funny.

It's no wonder that this big man can't answer the boy's question, on a snowy night more than ten years ago, Ye Wuhai, who was studying in the Miaoyulou in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, was suddenly recalled by his father, Ye Changfeng, the head of the Ye family, to Qingxi Town to abandon literature and martial arts.

His father's fate was difficult, and Ye Wuhai had to give up his studies and return to his hometown all the way.

Just when he took his wife Qi Rourou to the broken bridge outside Qingxi Town, he suddenly found a thin man lying in rags on the snow, and the couple couldn't bear it, so they took the man back to Yefu to take care of it.

It's a pity that after this man woke up, he had a body of cultivation in the five realms but completely forgot his life experience, because he had a Qin character engraved on his shoulder, and the head of the family, Ye Changfeng, gave him the name Qin Qiao, and since then he has stayed in Ye Mansion to be a martial artist who teaches people to practice martial arts.

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When he arrived at the door of the martial arts field of the Ye Family School, Ye Feng heard the sound of fists breaking through the air from the martial arts field and the powerful shouts of the young people in the town who came here to practice martial arts.

"Little master, Lao Qin, you're here! I want to kill you! I asked someone to go to Old Man Li's house in the town to buy a roast suckling pig, and the three of us won't get drunk at night!"

A sloppy man threw his cloth shoes and rushed towards Ye Feng and the others.

This person is Wang Mang, one of the two martial artists of the Ye family, and he is also a cultivator of the Five Realms of Physical Training.

Seeing Wang Mang, who was like his second uncle, running over, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile and teased:

"Uncle Wang, I can't drink, have you forgotten about the last time you were drunk in Chunlou?

As he spoke, the boy couldn't help but reach out and rub his buttocks.

Wang Mang also looked embarrassed when he heard this, laughed twice and did not answer, and raised his hand to pick up the reins in Ye Feng's hand.

Seeing that Wang Mang wanted to help Ye Feng get off the horse, Qin Qiao on the side slapped away the hand that the man had just stretched out, and said in a humming voice:

"The old man said that if we want our little master to become a true hero, what do you need someone to support you on the back of the next horse?"

Wang Mang was a little stunned when he heard this, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, he glanced at Ye Feng's gloating appearance on the side, and couldn't help but scold Qin Qiao angrily:

"Okay, you big stick Qin! It's really too deceitful! Let's fight for wine at night, whoever loses is the son!"

"Okay!"

Qin Qiao responded without hesitation, and took the reins and dragged the horse towards the stable, halfway through, he suddenly stopped and said without looking back:

"It's okay to fight for wine, but don't run away with urine in the middle of every time the thunder is heavy and the rain is small!"

Qin Qiao continued to walk towards the stable, and he didn't look at Wang Mang from beginning to end, and the upright latter stood in place through gritted teeth, his chest rising and falling violently, and he could run away at any time.

Looking at Wang Mang's posture that was about to explode, Ye Feng had to hold back a smile vigorously, and persuaded very sensibly:

"Okay Uncle Wang, let's start quickly! I have to enter the three realms of physical training before the start of this year's martial arts competition in the town, otherwise grandpa will never allow me to go to Qingyang Mountain to find a spirit pet!"

When Wang Mang heard that it was not good to make any more moves, he unwillingly glanced at the direction of the horse shed and spat at the ground fiercely, and scolded in his mouth: "Phew, you sullen Qin big stick!"