"Yang Minghui, I'll talk about it first, can you drink and eat first, and put the fight later, okay. Yang Ye seemed to be really afraid of the young man he called Yang Minghui, and his tone became aggrieved.

Yang Ye is not afraid that he is powerful, but Yang Ye can't understand him anymore, he is tendony, rigid, and very reasonable.

Yang Minghui?!Wen Yao's Sword Sect's descendant is the second son, the second-grade strength, the sword and the green dragon, how could he come here? He also came to kill Yang Ye? Luo Cheng muttered to himself in his heart. I don't want Yang Minghui to suddenly draw his sword, a sword up to his neck, and a blue light sword comes out like a dragon.

This sword was aimed at Luo Cheng, who was still muttering, only to see that Yang Ye dipped his fingers in the residual wine in the cup, used his hand as a bow, and bounced the wine drops towards the green light swimming dragon, making the swimming dragon's momentum slightly stuck for a moment, it was at that moment that Luo Cheng also reacted, got up and pulled out the saber he had been holding, leaned over the sword, and slapped the table with his backhand, which dissolved the killing move of this green diving dragon.

"Good knife, does it have a name?" Yang Minghui looked at the knife in Luo Cheng's hand that looked like willow leaves and was like flowing waves, and couldn't help but sigh. "Autumn Blade. Luo Cheng responded as calmly as always, even if this person had just fought again. "Drink first and eat first, this is in someone's store, do you pay for smashing a table and chair, or do you pay?" Yang Ye persuaded the two of them. While inserting both of their weapons back into their sheaths, it was like a big man comforting two jealous little girls who were fighting for him at the same time.

Luo Cheng didn't remember anything at all, and sat up directly after putting away the knife, but it was Yang Minghui, who sat down, and held his sword tightly with one hand.

"My eldest young master Yang, why don't you go out with the sword if you don't agree with each other, just forget the sword, it's a killing move, what's the matter? I have slipped away in the past two years, and no one has fed you sword moves in Wen Yao Sword Sect? Didn't learn anything else?" Yang Ye didn't mean anything else, although he didn't say it angrily, but just like Yang Ye understood him, Yang Minghui also understood that the person in front of him didn't mean anything else.

When Yang Minghui heard this, his hand holding the sword gradually loosened a little, and he said softly: "He has a murderous aura, I thought..."

"Nonsense! People are killers! Killers, you know! Must be murderous, otherwise would you still be kind and friendly?!" Yang Ye said loudly speechlessly, probably angry, and snatched the wine from Yang Minghui's hand and drank it.

"Okay, these are all trivial things, this time I didn't go down the mountain alone, the eldest brother also came down, and there are a few senior brothers who are all more than three grades of strength, I deliberately left him halfway and went to Huyangcheng, and then according to the address you gave in the previous letters, I will look for you to come over, you go quickly, not to mention those senior brothers, the eldest brother has already passed through the Xuan in half a step of the nine realms. Although Yang Minghui still said indifferently, his tone was inevitably a little worried.

Yang Ye just smiled after hearing this, took a sip of wine, and said casually: "Oh, Yang Mingyu is also here? Yang Mutou, let's make a bet, do you say that the beans I asked the baby to give you just now are singular or even?"

"Huh?" Yang Minghui was stunned when he heard Yang Ye's answer, and looked at the mare's milk beans that were still wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, and finally couldn't hold back, and said calmly: "He will shoot at you, half a step through the Xuan, I can't stop it, although you went down the mountain to hide your cultivation, but I still know, at that time you just stepped on a product and left the Yaoquan Cave, if you didn't have the opportunity in the past two years, it would be impossible for you to have any possibility of survival under his hands, aren't you afraid? Or do you already have a master's degree." ”

"Is this girl in Fireworks Lane an opportunity?haha, I definitely don't have and won't have Tongxuan, and I must be afraid of it, you sword sect descendants, I'm afraid of any of them. But none of that matters. Hurry up, let's finish this game, just bet on the red strip on your waist, okay, if you don't choose, I'll choose, singular. Yang Ye still said as if he didn't care, and gently patted Yang Minghui's shoulder with one hand.

Yang Minghui was half surprised and half calm, the surprise was that Yang Ye loved to gamble, they had made all kinds of bets since they were children, and the bets were varied, no matter how outrageous he was, he would not be surprised. But this represents the identity of the sect's descendants and the outer sect, to tell the truth, he thought that after the previous incident, Yang Ye would no longer talk about it. And the calm one, it is Yang Ye's habit of never being surprised and not changing his color when Mount Tai collapses in front of him, perhaps, it is his open-mindedness that allows him to learn and comprehend that set of swords.

"Then I'll bet on the evens. Yang Minghui said lightly, and then put the mare's milk beans in his hand on the table and counted them carefully.

Sixty-seven, odd. Without waiting for Yang Ye to speak, Yang Minghui felt that he had untied the red silk and handed it to him. "Are you getting fat, I used red silk to wrap around twice when I was a child, and now I have to wrap it around three times. ”

Yang Minghui didn't bother to pay attention to his boring words, took the wine jug, and poured a glass of wine for himself and Luo Cheng, who was watching them inexplicably. Yang Ye's side, he sorted out the red silk well, and also sorted out the makeup by the way, drifting, it is really a bit of a stranger like jade, the taste of the son's unparalleled world.

Yang Ye didn't bother to take care of the two who were drinking, and since he took care of his clothes, he just put Ben casually aside and hung the sword on his waist. When Yang Minghui saw him pick up the sword, he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it, but Yang Ye, who didn't want to be generous, dodged sideways, allowing Yang Minghui to touch the void.

"I haven't seen you for two years, my heart has not changed, but people have become stingy, it's not like I haven't seen the green snake, why can't I touch it now?" Yang Minghui was displeased, but his heart went with him.

Yang Ye didn't think it, he was afraid that he would touch it again, so he moved the saber to the left of his waist, and then laughed: "That's not it, this is my daughter-in-law, how can people touch it casually." By the way, it's not called Green Snake now, it's called Apricot Water, what's the matter? ”

"Apricot water, poplar flower, hum. Yang Minghui muttered in a low voice, because he had a letter with Yang Ye, so Yang Ye proudly mentioned it in the letter, saying that everyone in the fireworks alley where he stayed called him, Yang Hua, Yang Hualang. So Yang Minghui, who has always known Yang Ye's prodigal nature, didn't care when he heard the name of the sword he changed.

Luo Wei had been drinking silently, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly said: "The division of martial arts, from nine to one, up to one grade is divided into nine levels, and after nine, it will enter the Xuan, and it will be cultivated to the peak level of today's martial arts. Decades ago, Wen Yao Sword Sect's outstanding Yang Fengzheng and the battle of the Five Evils, among them, and the head of the Five Evils, the two of them were the Heavenly Men who had ascended to the Xuan, when they fought in the Shili Pavilion of Qingcheng Mountain, I saw the record in the Tsing Yi Lou Xin Pavilion, if that Zhang Mingyu is really a product and nine heavy, then you are indeed fierce and auspicious. ”

"Yes, you killers, assassins, what kind of organization, you love to collect intelligence, Wen Yao Sword Sect doesn't seem to have any classics that record that incident at that time, anyway, I didn't see it. Yang Ye said flatly, not caring about his own business at all. But Yang Minghui on the side obviously had a fluctuation in his heart, and he couldn't help but calm his heart, and said slowly: "There is really no record in the sect, including Uncle Feng himself, who didn't pass down any words after that battle, even if he won or lost, only he and the five evil people knew. After the battle, there was no trace of the five evildoers on the rivers and lakes, and then the rivers and lakes also spread the saying that in the end, Uncle Feng won the five evildoers, and Uncle Feng has been closed to the Yaoquan Cave Heaven in the back mountain of the Sword Sect for a few years, although I have not said a word, but after that battle, I have established the status of the first sect of the Wen Yao Sword Sect in the rivers and lakes. ”

When Yang Minghui talked about Yaoquan in Houshan, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Ye. But Yang Ye didn't make any waves, raised his head and looked at Luo Cheng and asked, "Since there is a record in your Tsing Yi Lou classics, tell me about it, what are you writing?" Luo Cheng looked at the two curious people, Yang Ye had already asked, Luo Cheng didn't bend around, just said flatly: "Actually, it's just eight characters." ”

"Which eight characters?" Yang Minghui finally couldn't help but ask out loud this time. When Luo Cheng heard this, he said slowly in a tone like stagnant water.

"The battle between heaven and man is like a god and a demon. ”