sword pointing heart possession

Children are forgetful.After asking the senior sister to no avail, the name Zhihong was soon thrown aside by Ye Wuhen, and he turned to seriously educate his new 'pet', the white snake sauce that has no temper at all.

"Hiss—" The half-meter-long white snake, which was still no thicker than a finger, grunted twice in dissatisfaction, and opened its mouth wide at the young master who dared to use himself as a hairband.

But it's not an egg...Ye Wuhen raised his hands above his head and put them next to the braid, as if he wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch, he asked Xiaochan who was playing with the snake: "Senior sister, are you ready?"

"Enen, right now!" Xiaochan happily tossed Ye Wuhen's braid.A boy without a crown cannot wear a hair crown, so the hair is tied into a Tibetan sword-style big braid is a golden belt, and now the belt has an additional white color—well, it is a bit heavy.

"Ah, Senior Sister Yang, you are here!" Suddenly, a young man dressed as a guard disciple ran over with two Douding, saluted and said, "Second Villa Master told you to come over!"

Xiaochan was obviously a little unhappy, but knowing that this kind of thing can't lose her temper, she tied up her men's hair in twos and nodded: "Okay, I'll go now——ah, Fang, these two children are ?”

Ye Fangyu looked at the two teenagers who were only eight or nine years old, and smiled embarrassedly: "Ah, this is the head of Chunyang Palace and the chief disciple of the abbot of Shaolin. Their masters are discussing matters in the living room. Let me show them around."

The boy in Taoist attire blinked. Not only did the bunt-like Taoist robe on him not feel indecent, but it seemed to be particularly spiritual—of course, the immortal style and bones were still invisible—he took a step forward, with a similar appearance. He cupped his hands and said: "Xie Langqiu in Xia Chunyang, this is Shaolin's little master Daomeng." Then he turned to Ye Fangyu: "Thank you, my son, let's play with this young master for a while, you go and get busy ~baa~"

Overwhelmed by Xie Langqiu's last gesture, Ye Fangyu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, you guys have fun—Senior sister, let's go?"

"Oh!" Yang Xiaochan rolled her eyes.

Flicking the white snake's head again to threaten it to be more honest, Yang Xiaochan stood up and patted the non-existent dust, and followed the disciple.

As soon as the adults left, there were only three teenagers left in the arena who were no more than the main characters.

Ye Wuhen narrowed his eyes: "Why did you two visit me to hide the sword together?"

Don't blame Ye Wuhen and don't doubt that although Chunyang and Shaolin have established themselves in the Jianghu with their outstanding martial arts, they have one cultivating immortals and the other cultivating Buddha, and most of them have only one image among the common people-dispelling demons and defending Taoism.

He and his senior sister just brought down that weird tower yesterday, and today the two headmen came to the door with their apprentices, no matter how you look at it, there is something wrong!

What's more, he still can't ask Zhuang Zhong brothers to use the glove sack (hey!) I don't know if a windmill is enough to bring them down?

Xie Langqiu coughed and coughed twice, "Young master, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster when I see your seal is black."

Ye Wuhen cut out: "The disaster of blood and light? You are late, Taoist chief, the disaster of blood and light, Ye, has passed a few days ago."

"No, no, not at all~" Xie Langqiu approached with a mysterious expression, "Let me tell you, young master, did you dream that a boa constrictor ate you up yesterday?"

Ye Wuhen's complexion changed slightly, but he still said: "You guessed wrongly, Mr. Ye, yesterday he only dreamed about a cup of snake soup."

The little white snake who couldn't see Er Shao's expression shrank back with tears.

"Hey, why can't the young master disregard the loss of his family and life?" Xie Langqiu spread his hands, "Don't look at it as a small one, no one can stop it from revenge in the future, does the young master still want to see the hundred-year-old man?" The previous floods reappeared in the world?"

Ye Wuhen touched the hilt of the sword with one hand: "The little Taoist priest has something to say."

Xie Langqiu chuckled: "Okay, the poor will just say it—your white snake—it's better to leave it to us..."

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After taking a few steps back, Xie Langqiu finally sat down on the ground and said with a sneer, "You have a big temper, young master."

With a dark face, Ye Wuhen said word by word: "Here, me, get out!"

Having said so much, he really came to snatch his pet!

This is his birthday present from his senior sister!Why are they? !

"If you also want little snakes, there are many Nine Creeks and Eighteen Streams behind the villa, don't make small moves here." Ye Wuhen slammed the epee in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Now—— roll."

Sure enough, those who hide the sword are all of strange power... Xie Langqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly said: "Young master, don't you believe what the poor say?"

Ye Wuhen raised his sword expressionlessly.

"Amitabha--"

With a long Buddha's name, a golden light suddenly appeared on Chunyang's body.Ye Wuhen was stunned, and Xie Langqiu yelled even more: "Dao Meng, what sacrifice did you make! Do you think you can hold the young master's sword!"

"My little monk just thinks that blessings and misfortunes depend on others." The young Shaolin monk, who had been acting as if he was in the air, withdrew his gestures and said slowly, "Although the master said that the white snake leaving the tower must be a disaster, but this little monk thinks that this benefactor is also a source of profound blessings." People, maybe they can suppress the White Snake's resentment... It's really wrong to quarrel over this."

Ye Wuhen snorted: "I don't care about any grievances, I will protect my things to the end!"

"..."

"...I knew it would be like this." After a long silence, seeing Ye Wuhen's firm expression, Xie Langqiu sighed like an adult, and then laughed loudly: "Then there is no way!"

He got up from the ground, and put his shoulders on Ye Wuhen's shoulders like two brothers.

"Young master, don't be angry, I just tried you just now... Ahhh, put down the sword!" Looking at the gleaming heavy sword, Xie Langqiu retreated a few steps in cold sweat, and raised his hand in a gesture of surrender: " Okay, okay, I won’t say anything... It’s really not good to sing QAQ with a black face, then we will cover you up and tell the master that you haven’t found it, but it’s not good for you, a white snake, to stay by your side all the time, after all, you can’t understand What is he saying--"

"Can you understand?"

"How can I, a sheep, understand snake language!" Xie Langqiu frowned, "But I heard that there is a descendant of the Chiyou tribe in southern Xinjiang, who use five poisons as their totem, including snakes, ask them... "

Southern Xinjiang?Ye Wuhen nodded: "I wrote it down."

"Hey, we all have such a big secret, can we be friends now?" Xie Langqiu said suddenly.

...What kind of friendship rule is this called?

But... Ye Wuhen looked carefully at Xie Langqiu, who was smiling harmlessly, and nodded: "It's sort of."

At least at this stage, this is the best relationship.

"Ah, then let's go, and the master's talk should be over." Xie Langqiu immediately turned around in satisfaction, and strode away, as if running away.

Daomeng looked bewildered: "Ah, you're leaving? That...little benefactor, goodbye!" He hurriedly followed.

"..."

"Hello," Ye Wuhen's voice came from behind, "I'm sorry just now."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, our Chunyang's ass is not so easy to get hurt!" Xie Langqiu laughed indifferently: "See you next time, young master Ye~Wuhen!"

Ye Wuhen: "..."

It seems that the young master didn't tell them their names, right?

And Xie Langqiu, who left, also smiled inwardly.

The ignorant uncle is really cute =V=

If you don't go away, he will laugh out loud!

The author has something to say:

The white snake sauce that has been lying dead: Hissing QAQ is terrible!

So it's still a foreshadowing... Please refer to the character of someone in Zangfengli for Xiaobaa's identity~

Keke Daomeng's CP is someone else!

If it is said that they reconciled too quickly, then it means that children are not deep in the city =-= I really can't express the childish feeling...

It's the rhythm of dragging texts again 23333, please keep your claws OVO~please bubble~~