Tang Yuan hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for arresting the lord, then we will retire first." ”

"Youcao, let's go back to Tang's house, you go ahead, I can see you. Tang Yuan said to the uncertain Youcao.

After Youcao heard Tang Yuan's words, he relented.

"Okay, Second Young Master. Yucao replied.

Tang Yuan saw Youcao walking in front of him, picked up the bag of flour next to him, and walked forward.

The rest of the mess will be left to the arrest to clean up.

Tang Yuan and the others walked through several alleys, quickened their pace, and came to the gate of Tang's house.

Tang Yuan saw a familiar figure, it was Tang Changsheng, the doorman who treated him as a beggar that day.

"Tang Changsheng, are you guarding the door again today?" Tang Yuan smiled at the doorman Tang Changsheng.

Tang Changsheng greeted him with a smile, and said in a sycophant tone: "Second young master, good morning, do you want to help you carry it?"

Tang Yuan looked at him like that, and hurriedly said solemnly: "Watch your door." ”

"Yes, Second Young Master. Tang Changsheng said with a smile.

Tang Yuan and Youcao strode into the Tang family and went to their own house.

"Youcao, don't be afraid, the second young master will protect you in the future. Tang Yuan looked at the ghostly grass and said.

Yucao remained silent and kept walking, no one knew what she was thinking except herself.

Tang Yuan returned to the courtyard, carried the flour into the kitchen, looked for a cabinet, and found that the flour was too big to put in, so he put it directly on the table.

Tang Yuan looked back at Youcao, who looked confused, and said, "Youcao, guess what, why did I buy so much flour?"

Youcao calmly analyzed for a moment and said: "Flour can be stored for a period of time, and the price is cheap, suitable for buying in large quantities, the second young master doesn't like to eat flour products, but the flour is good and cheap, so I bought it, and I guess the second young master wants to do one thing seriously for a period of time." ”

Tang Yuan immediately applauded and said with a smile: "Youcao, your analysis is correct, I plan to retreat and practice martial arts, this time I will wronged you to eat steamed buns with me." ”

"Second young master, what's the grievance here, Youcao was originally a girl that the Tang family picked up in Tianshi Mountain ten years ago, and now when she grows up to be a maid, she has to endure hardships, not to mention that this is not a bitter matter. "Youcao Road.

"That's good, Youcao, you close the courtyard door early tomorrow morning, and during my retreat, if anyone visits, they will all be refused, and besides, you can send a few steamed buns when you get to dinner. Tang Yuan explained.

"Okay, Second Young Master, everything is up to your arrangement. "Youcao Road.

Tang Yuan walked out of the kitchen and went to the study.

"During the retreat, I couldn't read any more books, and I could memorize as many poems as I could today. Tang Yuan said in his heart.

He doesn't plan to start his retreat today, he wants to spend the rest of his day on books.

Tang Yuan walked into the study, opened the curtains, and the sunlight seemed a little impatient, and quickly entered the room.

He lit the incense, and the fragrance spread immediately.

Tang Yuan sat on the chair, gently opened the "Six Hundred Poems", held it up, straightened his waist, removed distracting thoughts, and began to read silently in his heart.

In just half an hour, without any interference, he memorized dozens of poems, but he did not rest and continued to the next one.

Tang Yuan entered the world of poetry, poetry is the literary art of expounding the soul, he is gradually understanding the depth, tasting the infinite taste, among which he likes the word person.

This writer is optimistic, straightforward, has many close friends, and has a very high attainment in literature.

He has been up and down all his life, running in all directions, from ambition to ambition, but he has never forgotten his original intention, which is deeply liked by Tang Yuan.

"Alas, poets have been sad since ancient times in order to write masterpieces. Tang Yuan sighed in his heart.

Tang Yuan was immersed in the poems, unable to raise his head, pondering the meaning and understanding the truth contained in it.

Tang Yuan unconsciously realized that it was already dusk at this time, and he memorized dozens of poems, slowly approaching the ultimate goal of six hundred.

"Hmm. Tang Yuan rubbed his dry eyes, got up, and looked through the window at the endless clouds in the sky.

"It's getting late, so get ready for tomorrow's retreat. Tang Yuan said in his heart.

Tang Yuan went to the martial arts shop under the afterglow of the setting sun.

As soon as Tang Yuan entered the door, he saw Erha, so he said, "Uncle Erha, Uncle Tang Cheng is not there? ”

Erha stared at Tang Yuan's face, and remembered one person in his heart, that is, the second young master of the Tang family who he offended a little last time.

"It turned out to be the second young master, the master of Tangcheng has been very busy recently, and he is out, if you have anything to do with him, just tell me directly, and I will help you tell him." Erha said with a smile.

"I'm in a hurry, I may need Uncle Tang Cheng's consent, I want three sword weapons, the quality is not too bad, not the best, and it can't be returned in a short time. Tang Yuandao.

Erha thought for a while, and said: "In this way, if you take it first, you can return it, and I will explain it to him." ”

After Erha finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the weapon warehouse inside, stopped in front of the iron sword, carefully looked at each sword, picked out three better quality ones, and walked out.

"Second Young Master, this is a very ordinary metal, not refined iron, you have to be careful with it. Erha admonished.

"Uncle Erha, don't worry, I'll be careful. Tang Yuan replied.

Tang Yuan put away the three sword weapons, returned to his mansion, prepared in an orderly manner, and after the preparation, went to the dining room to enjoy dinner.

It was getting dark, and after Tang Yuan had dinner, he didn't want to waste time, so he went back to the study again, lit the lamp, lit incense, and began to memorize "Six Hundred Poems" in his arms.

He began to wander the world of poetry again......

Tang Yuan felt physically and mentally exhausted under the influence of An Agarwood, and went back to his room to meditate cross-legged.

The morning light kicked off, and it was another refreshing morning.

Tang Yuan is about to start his retreat today, his ears don't hear what is going on outside the window, and he only focuses on practicing martial arts in his heart.

When Tang Yuan first woke up, his breath quietly came out, and his whole body was refreshed.

"I'm going to start the retreat today, I can't be surpassed by that guy Tang Jiu so much. Tang Yuan said in his heart.

He wanted to practice martial arts first, and then meditate, after overwork, meditation had the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort, helping Tang Yuan to improve his strength more efficiently.

"I haven't practiced Dawn Breaking Fist for a long time, and I'm unfamiliar with it, so I practice Dawn Breaking Fist first, and then practice Qiankun Palm. Tang Yuan nodded.

Tang Yuan stood in the center of the courtyard, let go of his strength, glared ahead, and with a punch full of strength, he slashed towards the void, bringing a breeze and blowing the flowers around the wall.

Tang Yuan looked at his fist and shook his head, feeling that the effect was not very good.

"It's really rusty, and it's not easy to use at all, so you have to practice diligently. Tang Yuan muttered.

Tang Yuan gathered his strength into his fist again, rushed forward, jumped forward, and smashed it down with one punch.

The punch that originally smashed into the void actually made him feel that he was in contact with the real thing, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, thinking that his Daybreak Fist was strong enough to hit the air.

When he looked in the direction of the lower fist, he felt a little sad about what he touched, the courtyard was so small, he casually rushed close to the courtyard wall, and with a punch down, smashed his own green plants and flower pots.