An Baonian, Xiaohan.

Songshan Mountain is already covered with snow, snowflakes are falling, and the branches seem to be unable to bear the weight, and the sound of squeaking is to break the tranquility of this moment.

The ermine fur of the rich and noble people has already been put on, revealing their own wealth, and the poor people have also put on cotton jackets, although they have little effect, it is good to be able to resist some wind and cold.

The white horse passed through the gap, time flies, and before I knew it, it was the fifth year that Yang Sansui had come to Songshan.

In the past five years, Yang Sansui's size has risen a lot, and he looks like a teenager from a distance, wearing a mink fur that he won from a bet won from Jia Xuanxuan, the mink fur material is extremely elegant, it is produced by the Wangbei County Shangyi Bureau, and the outer skin is produced from Yongzhou young ferrets, only three points of the neck are taken, and the inside is a good satin material, which is smooth to wear, with a young man's vigorous figure, but not bloated.

With his hands in his sleeves, like a little old man, he walked towards the lecture hall.

In the past five years, Yang Sansui rarely went to the martial arts hall again, Zhao Nanchao every time he was free, he would teach Yang Sansui some exercises, and he could always correct them in the right place.

In addition to martial arts, Yang Sansui has not been idle in the past five years, and Zhao Sinan, up and down this Songshan Mountain, almost all of them have the shadow of the two, with the experience of the previous life and Yang Sansui is a master, it is said that it is intimate and there is no fault, but the two are still young, maybe they are two little guesses, and no one cares, only Jia Xuanxuan seems to be not very happy every time she sees it, and Zhao Nanchao is smiling and silent every time she sees it.

With his thoughts, Yang Sansui stepped into the martial arts hall, and the words on the plaque on the martial arts were still quietly placed there.

"You're here, Brother Yang, the master is in a hurry" Before he stepped in, Guo Ping's rough voice had already sounded.

In the past five years, Guo Ping has changed a lot, his body has become much thicker, and his personality has been a lot more cheerful, he is a few years older than Yang Sansui, and he is no longer as shy as he was young.

On weekdays, Yang Sansui, Zhao Sinan, Guo Ping and Jia Xuanxuan also play often, and they are already familiar with each other.

Guo Ping is the person who has the top bag, but there is no complaint, in the words that Guo Ping said, the three have long been regarded as younger brothers and sisters, but they are happy, the three have been Zhao Wuliang helplessly ridiculed as the three tyrants of Songshan, but Guo Ping, who is a little wooden, likes it tightly, every time he gets into trouble, he has to shake his head helplessly, and the four of them come out, this Songshan is a chicken and dog restless is normal.

When I entered the lecture hall, I found that there were already a lot of people, and I looked at Zhao Sinan who was throwing snowballs with Jia Xuanxuan not far away, and smiled slightly, Xiao Nizi likes snow very much, I remember that when I was eight years old, the four of them went to the back mountain to play together, Xiao Nizi just sat in the snow and rolled around, and when she came back, she was infected with the wind and cold, and her snot flowed, but she was still shouting to go......

Jia Xuanxuan followed Guo Ping's voice and noticed Yang Sansui first, and threw a snow ball with her backhand, Yang Sansui was just about to dodge, Jia Xuanxuan hit her head, and threw Yang Sansui down in the snow, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, reflecting the snow, which was very good-looking.

In fact, Jia Xuanxuan is too familiar with herself, Yang Sansui didn't figure it out, just as a young child's nature, in the previous life, he was able to escape the imperial court several times of encirclement and suppression, thanks to the help of the Heaven and Earth Chamber of Commerce, and the businessman can do this thankless thing, with his toes, he can figure out that Jia Xuanxuan is operating with all his might, but why Jia Xuanxuan is so desperate to help herself, Yang Sansui is only because of his childhood friendship and Zhao Sinan.

Zhao Sinan saw that Yang Sansui was pounced, and he didn't think much about it, with two cute dimples at the corners of his mouth, and a big snow ball in one hand, he jumped towards Yang Sansui.

"Ahem"

A light cough interrupted the children's play, and Zhao Wuliang directly ignored the four people who were playing, and glanced at the rest of the people.

"It's almost here, the distinguished guests you mentioned a few days ago have come to my Songshan today, give me the rules, I am ugly, don't lose the face of Songshan."

"If I call the name, follow me to attend, and the rest of the people will follow the Yanyang Array team that practices on weekdays, don't lose my reputation in Songshan."

"Zhao Sinan, Jia Xuanxuan, Yang Sansui, Wu Tai, the four of you follow me, you, Yang Sansui don't laugh, should you be a deaf ear if you are a teacher?"

Yang Sansui didn't argue, and stayed by Zhao Sinan's side as he met.

This Wu Tai was later on the mountain, the village is not far from Songshan, the young man went up the mountain to chop wood, who returned who knew that the village was burned down by the evil demons, and the parents did not escape, and then was rescued by the disciples of Songshan, and then entered Songshan.

Today is indeed a big event for Songshan, and the distinguished guests who are coming today are not others, but the fourth son of the pilgrimage to Beijing today, Xin Mingyun, the prince who is most liked by the saint.

It is rumored that this son is deeply appreciated by the saint, and he is also the only person who can compete with the prince Xin Mingyi.

But Yang Sansui knew that it seemed that he was touring Yuzhou in the north, but in fact, he came specifically to explore the reality of Songshan Mountain.

Of course, Yang Sansui hasn't told anyone about this, first, it's useless, and second, Yang Sansui is confident that Songshan is afraid that he knows about this measurement, and this time he just wants to catch the old and follow the acting.

Following Zhao Wuliang, everyone came to the main hall of Songshan, the main hall did not have a wall, the towering sixth-floor pagoda-like main hall was magnificent, and the little lions and black tiles sitting on the eaves of each floor should shine.

In fact, there are not many people in Songshan, except for Zhao Wuliang, the second-generation children of Songshan, Yang Sansui, who have not yet reached the crown, and then there are a few disciples who sweep the floor in the huge square.

It's not that the people of Songshan are thin, but most of the second-generation disciples went to the Iron Gate Pass with the officers and soldiers of Yuzhou to resist the barbarians, and the rest of the immortal figures of the Songshan generation except for the old heavenly master of the Zhao Nan Dynasty are either hidden in the world, or they are sitting in Canghai Pavilion, and they can come out to meet the four princes, and this battle is also the only luxury in Songshan.

As soon as the disciples lined up in formation, they saw a large number of people from a distance, walking towards the main hall.

Before the large army approached, they saw people dressed in maroon clothes, walking in small steps, and their tone was shrill and sharp

"The Chitose Lord is here, the Chitose Lord is gracious, and he does not kneel and bow"

Yang Sansui saw the corners of Zhao Wuliang's eyes move slightly.

Although it was funny to see Zhao Wuliang eating deflated, it was really annoying, Songshan and the ancestor in the capital were originally world friends, and there was no such bowing ceremony, not to mention that you are a prince, according to the generation Zhao Wuliang is still an elder, and he dares to signal his subordinates to say so.

I have to admire Zhao Wuliang's forbearance, and his temperament is also excellent.

Zhao Sinan slightly withdrew Yang Sansui's sleeve.

"Did you see grandpa, why didn't you come?"

Yang Sansui took the opportunity to touch Zhao Sinan's smooth little hand, "This little battle is not worth the Heavenly Master's appearance, besides, our master's door has shown Songshan respect for this prince."

Zhao Sinan listened and thought, then nodded, but he didn't care that Yang Sansui took the opportunity to rub oil, and Zhao Sinan was only a few months older than Yang Sansui, if it weren't for Yang Sansui's experience in his previous life, he would just be a stupid boy who only knew how to go crazy at this time.

Not long after, the team of people and horses is close in front of them, the little eunuch just now bent down and retreated, led by a young man wearing a snow-white sable robe, a red nine-headed python robe inside, the snake head echoes each other from afar, and the embroidery is lifelike, it is the fourth prince Xin Mingyun today. According to the law of the current dynasty, ordinary princes are not worthy of official clothes, let alone wearing these nine python official robes, which shows that today's prince loves him.

The handsomeness of the young man, with a hint of majesty in his eyebrows, is not annoying.

smiled slightly at everyone, but there was no shelf, a few steps forward, and the handrails were raised.

"This is Zhao Wuliang, one of the seven masters of Songshan, Zhao Xianren, on the order of my father, toured Yuzhou in the north, and my father specially told me to go to Songshan to bow, there is a lot of disturbance, and I hope that Zhao Xianren Haihan. ”

Zhao Wuliang's nostrils exhaled slightly, but he was also polite, and he should return the salute.

"My nephew is polite, Songshan is a mountain villager, but the name of the immortal can't afford it, how can he accept this big gift, there are many inconsiderate hospitality, and I hope Haihan"

Hmph, this is really art, exalting Zhao Wuliang as an immortal, where to put the name of Zhao Nanchao Tianshi, and talking about his father, this is to give Songshan a dismount, it seems that the little eunuch just now is just a temptation.

This Zhao Wuliang also has two brushes, the nephew is commensurate, it seems to close the distance, but in fact, it is to press each other by generation, point through the relationship between ancestors, and also warn Xin Mingyun not to deceive people too much, high, really high. Yang Sansui discussed in his heart.

Suddenly, I understood the deep meaning of why Zhao Nanchao's old heavenly master did not come.

Xin Mingyun wanted to say something, but Zhao Wuliang opened his mouth first.

"Don't blame the nephew, the Heavenly Master is ill and can't come to watch the ceremony in person. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the old master is old, I passed through Luoyang Lake in Yuzhou this time, and it happened that the spring Shenzhuang winter Tibetan Ganoderma lucidum cellar was opened, and I specially brought it to the old master to taste and replenish the body. ”

"The virtuous nephew has a heart, come and follow me into the palace"

This sentence is a nephew, a virtuous nephew, Xin Mingyun's face is not very good-looking, but he lives in the temple, and he has a deep rhyme in the way of life, so that there is no sign of seizures.