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Banruolan was dressed in a white gauze dress, looking at him with tears in her eyes,

Su Yuan lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "Didn't it be agreed that you are not allowed to call me senior brother again?"

Banruolan clenched the handkerchief in her palm, her lips trembled, and she let out a few mournful cries, "Yes, Master."

Su Yuan had no intention of wasting time with her, turned around and walked out,

"You are still the saint of the Demon Cult, and this will not change."

After the words fell, the figure floated up, and instantly turned into a white shadow and disappeared.

Banruolan stopped crying, and finally let go of the big stone in her heart. Her father has gone, her martial arts has always been slack, and she can only be regarded as third-rate. Now she can only rely on her senior brother,

She stared at the direction of Ganquan Palace, her cheeks were reddish, according to the Yinlan canon, the past lords must marry the saintess, the elder brother looks like a heavenly man, and all the women in the sect admire him.It was her lifelong wish to be able to marry her senior brother. Just now senior brother promised her that her status as a saint would remain unchanged. Doesn't that mean that senior brother also likes her in his heart?

Back at Ganquan Palace, after Su Yuan took a bath, with wet hair loose, he was leaning against the window bored. It was winter, and the white plum blossoms in the courtyard were busily blooming. A gust of cold wind blew in, and the white petals floated into the air. It sneaked into the window with the wind, and quietly fell into Suyuan's wide cuff, bringing the faint fragrance of cold plum.

With internal strength, Su Yuan was not afraid of the cold for a long time, but the room was burning with gold charcoal, the dumb servant lowered his head to bring the warmed plum wine, then bent over and retreated out.

Smelling the aroma of wine, Su Yuan became a little interested, poured half a glass of wine, sniffed it lightly, and drank it slowly.

He made plum wine with his own hands when he had nothing to do. There were too few things he cared about in the world, and wine was one of them.Martial arts are too easy for him, and he has never practiced seriously but has already reached the third level. In order not to increase his skill, he still has to suppress it all the time.

After drinking half a pot of plum wine, Su Yuan was already slightly tipsy, lazily leaning on the warm pad behind him, closing his eyes, breathing gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, Su Yuan frowned, opened his eyes, and immediately sat up to meditate, the stellar energy around him overflowed everywhere, and the long curtain in the room instantly shattered into pieces.

After a long time, he quietly opened his eyes and looked at the half pot of plum wine on the table with displeasure. It was all his fault that he lost control after drinking the wine. suppress.But in the recent period of time, you must calm down and withdraw your skills slowly.

I can't drink anymore recently.

suzhou city,

At noon, a cry came from Yixiang Garden:

"Girls, come out, Mr. Yang is here—"

Immediately, all the flower maidens from upstairs and downstairs rushed out, holding on to the hairpins and ran down the stairs in waves, and saw the young man walking in at the door at a glance, all of them were very happy, and greeted him with a charming smile.

I saw that young man in his twenties, with a white jade and purple gold crown on his head, a green brocade robe with blue patterns, a handsome face, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be soaked in spring water, full of affection, which made people feel like a deer bumped.

Young Master Yang's real name is Yang Yuxi, and he is the son of Yang Zhentian, the leader of the martial arts alliance. Although he is not young, he is only called the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his reputation in the world is not obvious.Just because he is ignorant of learning and skills, and he is not diligent in practicing martial arts, his skill is comparable to second-rate.

I saw his thin lips curled up to one side, with a naughty smile, shaking a sapphire bone fan in his hand, looking so romantic and suave.

As soon as he stepped into the Yixiang Garden, he was surrounded by enthusiastic girls. The girls' hands that were close to him held his arms tightly, and said softly: "Mr. Yang, come to Furong today~"

Another person hurriedly said: "Young Master Yang, you promised to come to my place last time, so you can't go back on your word."

A middle-aged woman outside the main hall sternly said: "Come back to me, one by one, just like the flower girls in the building, don't blame me for driving you out of Yixiang Garden!"

The girls who had been reprimanded froze, answered yes in a low voice, and reluctantly went back.

Only then did the middle-aged woman smile, she stepped forward to salute the young master, and said, "Young master Yang is laughing."

Yang Yuxi smiled and said: "Aunt Sun, it's okay, the girls also want to dance better."

Aunt Sun rolled her eyes in her heart, Mr. Yang is young and talented, he also knows how to dance, and often points out the shortcomings of the dancers, those girls are good, they use the name of learning to dance to keep Mr. Yang to Pulling in her own room, she looked very much like the smelly cat, pounced up one after another, her Yixiang Garden was clearly a dance hall, but it looked like a brothel.

"Young Master Yang, come here today, but is "Sword Dance" finished?"

Mr. Yang nodded, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and slowly unfolded it. Aunt Sun looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be attracted by the wonderful dance.

Aunt Sun exclaimed in amazement: "This dancing posture flows like clouds and flowing water, opening and closing. The dancer holds the sword, and finally it seems to merge with the sword body. It is really, wonderful!"

Yang Yuxi raised her eyebrows triumphantly, tapped the scroll with her slender and fair fingers, and asked: "I can't wait to see this dance, and please ask Aunt Sun to arrange a girl to practice as soon as possible, so Yang can do it." Feast your eyes."

Aunt Sun frowned, "It's hard to say." She pointed to several places in the scroll, wondering why: "Although the dancing postures painted on the scroll are beautiful, please look at Mr. Yang, here are stepping leaves and flying flowers, and here are Tenglong Flying Sword, and here... dancers can't do these moves. Otherwise, Mr. Yang can make these changes easier?"

Without hesitation, Yang Yuxi shook her head and said: "The essence of "Sword Dance" is all in these few places. If you change it, it will lose its flavor, alas," he sighed softly, rolled up the scroll, the most precious back into the sleeve,

"Since no one can dance, I'll take it back. Aunt Sun, leave."

"Hey, Mr. Yang, go slowly."

After leaving Yixiang Garden, I bid farewell to the girls who waved handkerchiefs at the railing on the second floor, and Yang Yuxi got into her carriage.

That's right, Yang Yuxi always went out in a carriage instead of a horse. At his age of loyalty and reckless arrogance, it was rare for him to live in the world so quietly, behave so indifferently, and be so lazy.

Back at the Yang Mansion, the butler greeted him directly, "Master, Master asked you to find him in the martial arts field."

When Yang Yuxi heard this, she handed over the folding fan in her hand and the painting scroll in her sleeve to the servant, and asked him to send it to her study, before going to the training ground.

As soon as he opened the door of the martial arts training ground, a violent gangster qi hit him, Yang Yuxi hurriedly used his lightness kung fu to dodge,

"Father, you are going to kill me!" he said anxiously.

I saw a middle-aged man standing in the martial arts arena. He had a firm face, dressed in a simple blue robe, and held a silver spear in his hand. It was Yang Zhentian, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

He raised the tip of the gun, snorted coldly and said: "I haven't been in shape all day, my martial arts are so bad, I'm almost like a waste."

Yang Yuxi's expression turned pale, and he said angrily, "Is there anyone like you as a father? It's as if I wasn't born by you."

Yang Zhentian said contemptuously: "Okay, since you are not convinced, let's make a bet, if you can survive ten tricks under my hands, I won't call you a waste."

"Just compare, come on!" Yang Yuxi rolled up her sleeves and stared closely at her father.

"Good boy, I'm coming!" After saying that, Yang Zhentian speared Youlong and attacked Yang Yuxi. The silver spear was tricky and aimed at his weak point, forcing Yang Yuxi to be very embarrassed.

Fortunately, after many years of fleeing from the point of his father's gun, Yang Yuxi was not good at other martial arts, but she was close to first-class in lightness kungfu. For a while, even though her body was crooked, she could still persist.

Yang Zhentian nodded secretly, the first nine moves pointed out his weakness, the tenth move was suddenly sharp, the moment the naked eye couldn't see clearly, the tip of the spear had already touched his heart.

Yang Yuxi gasped for breath, looked at the tip of the gun on her chest in annoyance, and said helplessly: "I lost."

Yang Zhentian sneered, retracted his silver gun, and slammed two large characters on his son's head: "Trash."

Just when the two were about to stare at each other until they were old, the door of the training ground opened, and a woman with a beautiful face and a gentle temperament walked in. Seeing the familiar scene, she knew that her son had been wronged again.

"Xi'er, I don't know when I'm back, let my mother tell me."

The woman is the wife of Yang Zhentian, the leader of the martial arts alliance, the mother of Yang Yuxi, and Lin Nan, the leader of the Tiandao Gang.

"Ma'am, you look like a waste, you can't pass ten moves under my hands."

Mrs. Lin raised her eyebrows, she went up to Yang Zhentian and slapped Yang Zhentian,

"You reckless man, who are you calling useless!"

Yang Yuxi is so unhappy, Xindao Dad, you always remember to eat but not beat, and you dare to scold me in front of mother, he rushed to his mother's arms in a few steps, two heads taller, and buried his head in mother's arms In the middle of the night, pointing at the old man who was stunned by one ear scratch, he complained with extreme aggrievedness: "Mother, I was chased and beaten by my father when I came back, and he also called me a waste many times, it was too much."

Mrs. Lin snorted at her son's head, she was very distressed, she was very angry with Yang Zhentian, she said: "Good Yang Zhentian, son, you don't feel bad, I feel bad, go to the study to sleep tonight!"

"Eh? My lady..." Yang Zhentian was about to explain, but Mrs. Lin had already gone back with her precious son.

"Alas," Yang Zhentian rubbed his flushed face, scolding his useless son for always using his wife to punish him.It seems that tonight I can only guard the vacant room alone.

At night, Wan Lai was silent. In the study, Yang Zhentian closed the book, blew out the oil lamp, and lay down on the cold bed.

Without his wife to warm the blanket, Yang Zhentian fell asleep for a while, and suddenly a faint fragrance came from his dream. Yang Zhentian, who was originally a shallow sleeper, immediately closed his mouth and nose, grabbed the short knife on the bedside and sat up, sternly said: " He Fang Xiaoxiao, dare to come to my Yang Mansion to act wildly!"

The fragrance in the air was suddenly strong, and the distant laughter came,

"Even if your martial arts are the best in the world, you can't resist my beauty and bones, hehehe~"