I have flowers and I hope you will laugh

Ji Tang didn't hesitate, not afraid to draw his sword.

"Father, accept."

A gust of wind blew by, and my father drew his sword, leaving no time for Ji Tang.The sword style is direct, straight to Ji Tang.If you don't break the trick, you can only dodge, otherwise you will only be injured.This trick is unknown, but many people in the world use it.This was my father's test whether he could avoid this trick, so he had no choice but to accept it.

But the past few years that Jitang climbed was no joke, even if he couldn't pass his father's test, there was no talk of revenge.

With light steps, she gently jumped up from the bottom of the skirt, the flowing clouds and the sleeves of the clothes were flying, only the pink clothes were fierce, but the sword was not swaying, and the flowers were emerging.Hearing the sound of "Zheng!", Ji Tang was as light as a butterfly, stepping on the tip of the sword, and the sword in his hand almost fell into his throat.

The petals are scattered all over the place, and the butterfly firework sword six styles.

His father didn't move, and Ji Tang was stunned and immediately turned over and fell to the ground.Putting the sword down, cupping fists and bowing: "My lord, please accept."

It is disrespectful to point the sword at the elders.

His father was very strong, and he was a senior respected by everyone in the world. Even if he was a running dog of the imperial court, no one blatantly talked about it.

It's not that Ji Tang is better than his father, but that he is better than the standard his father set for Ji Tang.

"Hahahaha, this is worthy of being my lord's love!" Ji Tang was embraced in warm and strong arms, and after speaking, there was another burst of proud smiles.

You go to hell!

A thick and deep voice sounded in Ji Tang's heart, which made me feel chilly.

"Suhe has worked hard for so many years, and this is what he got. I don't know if he can win the favor of my father?"

Cursing in his heart to die quickly, but outside he forced a smile to please his father, is this really Ji Tang?

The father didn't answer Ji Tang's words, but patted Ji Tang's shoulders with both hands, and whispered in his ear: "The poisonous grass blooms beautiful flowers, and the person who hurt you says love you. For you, for me. "

The father turned to leave, and finally said: "My son, welcome home."

Ji Tang is not such a person!

Ji Tang is a gentle person, with the most beautiful smile in the world, and the unparalleled Huawu.

How could there be such a father in the world? Could it be that Ji Tang didn't deserve to be your son if he didn't meet the standard, so he couldn't be your son?

……

"Sage, look at this stone statue, isn't it beautiful?" Ji Tang raised his mouth and grabbed Shen Gu's master with one hand.

The master didn't struggle to break free, but placed it with him, lifeless.The chapped lips still moved slightly: "I know your purpose is to lure me to appear, but you can't..."

"To shut up!"

"Oh, I'm so confused~"

"Does it look good? Huh? Hahahaha..."

One figure was insane, and the other was standing in front of the stone statue with a hunched back.

Suddenly, a hand like a bone stretched out to grab the master, but because Ji Tang held onto it without letting go, that hand did not pull the master away.

He slapped Ji Tang, and as soon as Ji Tang took the palm, he just took the opportunity to hold Ji Tang to prevent Ji Tang from catching up, and at the same time gave Ji Tang a slap on the chest, Ji Tang was about to catch up, but he was so angry that he blew a mouthful of blood squirt.Seeing the figure going away with Qinggong, unwilling to be reconciled, he could only punch the ground.

It wasn't that Ji Tang was inferior to him in martial arts, but that Ji Tang was so focused on torturing his master that he lost his usual calmness and propriety.

……

I woke up with the bruise on my head healed.But bursts of dizziness and pain hit me, which made me a little unbearable.

I sat at the table and poured myself a cup of tea, and the aroma of the tea immediately filled the room, fresh and unrestrained.

A series of things passing through my mind made my headache intensify, but I couldn't stop and think about it.

Ji Tang, master, Ji Tang's father.

What exactly do you want?

"boom!"

"Bang bang, bang—!"

The door was knocked open all of a sudden, and I got up on guard—unexpectedly, it was the master.

And another figure that looks like an old man.

The old man was covered with a black cloth, except for his eyes, nowhere was exposed, and even his hands were shrunk in his arms and covered by the cloth.

It's just weird.

We wanted to call out to Master, but we were afraid of Ji Tang, so we swallowed our voice again, so we could only whisper: "Master, come in quickly."

The old man helped the injured master to come in, and the master said weakly, "It was he who saved me from Ji Tang's hands, thank you very much."

"No need to do that." The old voice was familiar, but I couldn't remember it.

"Thank you." I thanked him, turned to look at the almost half-dead master, raised my eyebrows and smiled: "You fairy Ding also has today?"

"You brat, what time is it... ouch~" He moved to the wound, and the pain made him grin his teeth for a while.

The old man helped him to sit down, and I poured a cup of tea and handed it over.As he approached, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the hand and arm that looked like dry bones.

I took a deep breath and said softly, "Are you the tower guard, and the female assassin who assassinated me and Ji Tang as soon as possible?"

The old man was startled, looked at me, and slowly removed the black cloth wrapped around his face.