[Sword III] Collection System

About half an hour later, Su Shi finally said that she was tired, and when she returned to her room to rest, she asked with a smile:

"Xiao Ningliuqing, sister, is she doing well now, why didn't she write a letter?"

"Ma'am, you see that you are confused again..." the maid supporting her said helplessly.

"Confused? Haha, yes... I'm confused again..." Su waved his hands, and stepped out of the threshold with a staggering step, his back seemed quite lonely.

"Since my mother passed away, my aunt's dementia has become more and more serious, and I have consulted many doctors but they have not been cured... Well, let's not talk about this, let's go visit the owner of the villa first." Su Bining pulled him, a flash of light flashed in his eyes Caper:

"I have long wanted to draw a portrait of the big villa owner. I was not good at learning skills in the past, but this time I am fully sure."

"So that's what you came up with. Let me tell you why you were the most active along the way." Su Liuqing suddenly realized.

Su Bining was in a good mood at this time, and it was rare that she didn't argue with her younger brother. When the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready, she took Fang Qi and went to Tianze Tower together.

The owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, Ye Ying, the heart sword, is known to everyone in the Tang Dynasty. He single-handedly defeated the Mingjiao Dharma King at the third famous sword conference, which greatly increased the reputation of the Tibetan Sword Villa at that time. Among the six sons and daughters of the old proprietor, Ye Mengqiu, is rare and the most worry-free. There is a legend that the owner of the villa was actually blinded by crying because of a few noisy siblings.

After looking through the black history of Huangji Villa collected in the past, Fang Xi suddenly felt a little emotional. It is better to have family planning, and having more children/siblings is a debt...

【Tianze Building】

"Master, master, please help me persuade my mother, she is arranging a blind date for me again." The young man in a bright yellow robe knelt in front of the white-haired man and begged in a low voice.

"Male colleges should be married, female colleges should be married, your mother is not wrong." The handsome white-haired man sat in front of Tianze Tower and said in a calm tone.

"But I'm only 14 years old. Don't you think it's too early for me to talk to women about this, that, and that?" The young man's fair face was blue and purple, and he seemed really scared by the previous battle. Scared.

The man nodded in agreement after thinking about it: "Indeed, Zang'er should concentrate on practicing the Four Seasons Sword Technique now."

"That's right! Then tell my mother quickly, and tell her not to let me see this and that all the time!" The young man was overjoyed.

The man shook his head and said, "Although that's the case, don't disappoint your mother's painstaking efforts."

The implication is that when your mother is old, don't make her angry and just flicker.

"Isn't this still going on a blind date? God knows which girl she found for me again..." The young man rolled his eyes in a disfigured manner.

The man still wanted to say something, and the boy swung his epee and flew out of the wall, yelling chirping as he flew back:

"Hmph, I want to run away from home too, just like my fifth uncle and sixth aunt!"

Ye Ying: "..."

"Master, Xiao Ning has come to see you."

Luo Fuxian, who led the two, couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

Fang Xi followed behind the senior sister, watching a lump of gold fly by the top of his head, flying so fast that he didn't see the whole picture, but judging from the figure, the person should not be very old.

Taking advantage of the gap between senior sister's portrait of Zhuang Huahua, Fang Qi ran up the stairs and made a bow to Zhuang Hua who was sitting upright. Achievements, while not rewarding much, are better than nothing.

"This is the child that Xiao Ning brought from Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and it's the first time to come to the villa." Sensing the doubts of the big villa owner, Luo Fuxian quickly explained.

Ye Ying nodded slightly, then raised her hand to gently stroke the eyebrows and eyes of the child in front of her, which was remembered.

Fang Xi's attention was all on the red plum on Ye Ying's forehead. Zhuang Hua's skin was not as dark as that of a martial artist, but adding such a red plum made her face look fair and handsome like jade. He couldn't look directly, so when he heard that Zhuang Hua was 40 years old, he was shocked.

"It's done, Sister Luo, come and take a look." Su Bining, who was done, hurriedly took Luo Fuxian to the side room to admire the portrait quietly.

Fang Xi sat beside Zhuang Hua, watching the fallen flowers of ancient trees with him. Before traveling through time, he was often forced by some friends and relatives of Zhuang Hua, an idiot, to meditate in front of Tianze Tower. Thanks to her, he was forced to know There has been a lot of gossip about Tibetan swords.

I remember Idiot Pao said that peeping at a male god has to choose a suitable angle and position so that it makes people feel a kind of immersive wretchedness, like...

"There is someone in the tree!"

A group of Tibetan sword guards rushed into the courtyard with a whoosh, those who turned the big windmill turned the big windmill, and those who smashed Lei Feng smashed Lei Feng. They only heard the sound of mechanisms on the ancient tree branches, and when they looked again, there was no breath on the branches.

"...It's the fifth time, you damn disciple of the Tang Sect!" The guards who missed again raised their heavy swords and said angrily:

"Is the master all right?"

"Nothing." Ye Ying looked at the ancient tree thoughtfully.

"This Tang Sect disciple sneaks into Tianze Tower every day and doesn't know why. If she dares to hurt even a single hair of the Grand Master, I will definitely not let her go!"

The guards put down their harsh words, and then went back to their duties, raising their sword energy to prepare for the next outbreak.

"?" What's wrong?

Fang Xi poked his head out from under Zhuang Hua's clothes. Just now he was blinded by the strong wind blown by the little yellow chickens and couldn't see anything.

"Report! The master has something important to report!"

A guard hurried up the steps and whispered a few words in Ye Ying's ear, the voice was too low, Fang Xi couldn't hear a few words clearly when he was sitting under them.

Five village owners...Tang Sect...Nine streams and eighteen streams...?

"Afterwards, I sent someone to meet my fifth brother, but... don't let my father know yet," Ye Ying said after a pause.

"Yes!" The guard retreated immediately.

"........."

The fifth owner...the fifth brother...could it be the little yellow chicken that kidnapped sister Pao and eloped in the legend, Ye Shenfan...not Ye Fan?

Fang Qi thought.

Suddenly, Zhuang Hua's sigh came from next to his ear, so light, so light that it was inaudible.

As the saying goes, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, even Zhuang Hua, who is like a banished fairy, cannot avoid it.

****

Before the mid-autumn festival, the Cangjian Villa was extremely busy, and it happened that a group of Badao disciples from the Tang Sect came to disrupt the situation, and everyone was even more depressed. Leaving aside the Tang Sect, the grievances between Cangjian and Badao have a long history. Ye Mengqiu, the owner of the villa, and Liu Fenggu, the former owner of Badao, and Liu Wuye had their own generations. Although they each had their own difficulties, Ye Mengqiu was indeed too stubborn and ruthless in his early years, which led to the perennial grievances between Ba Dao and Zang Jian. So much so that now it is getting deeper and deeper, and it has become a situation where the two factions will choke to death as soon as they meet.

In addition, the old fifth Ye Shen went to Tangmen to abduct the future Ba Dao young mistress, and wearing a cuckold before marriage would cause a personal explosion, so it is no wonder that this pair of desperate mandarin ducks were surrounded by everyone.

Fang Xi held the map and looked left and right, as if he wanted to see a hole in it, so it was obvious that he was walking according to the map, why did he still get lost?

After Zhuanghua heard the news that Ye Fan had eloped to Jiuxi Shibajian with Tang Xiaowan, he cut his body and ran out to do the task. Forced.

Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams...why is it so confusing...does God Ye bother his husband and wife as agreed?

Fang Qi walked around the Longjing tea garden a few times, but found nothing except a few Dongying people in weird clothes. It was strange that there was a road on the map that said there was a road here.

"Excuse me...how do I get to the Nine Creeks and Eighteen Streams?" He put his shoulders on the shoulders of passers-by and asked.

"Ask me what I do, ask me if I know!"

The man turned his head and took a mouthful of spicy hot pot, his eyes were inexplicably hot.Judging from this accent, it looks like they are from Sichuan and Sichuan. I just heard that a large group of disciples from the Tang Sect came out chasing Miss Tang Xiaowan, so...

"Aren't you a local?" Fang Xi asked.

"Don't make any noise, son of a bitch, just be yourself." The Tang Sect disciple nonchalantly took off a layer of skin, revealing his original handsome face, but then he took out another skin and smacked his face. Wipe the edge with an unknown potion, and an old monk with wrinkled face appeared in front of him instantly.

Fang Xi stared blankly. After traveling through so many years, he still saw the legendary disguise technique with his own eyes.

"Shhh - did you see that old bald donkey? I'll give you a chance. You go put him in a sack and snatch his clothes." The disciple of the Tang Sect pointed at the old monk walking in tremblingly in front of him. laughed.

"Are you wicked?" Fang Xi asked expressionlessly.

"If I tell you to go, go, what nonsense! People from other countries are still begging the young master to work for him!" The disciple of the Tang Sect looked unhappy.

A golden scroll rose on top of his skull, emitting the light of the sun.

Fang Xi was speechless, silently accepted the task, and then raised his pen wretchedly towards the old monk's back.

Hibiscus and stalks!

The author has something to say:

Humph, guess who this unnamed Tang Sect disciple is, no prize for guessing right.

Oops, I'm going to write about Ye Qifei and Duoduola~~ It's so good to open a monk!