Legend of the Condor Heroes

, "I'm sorry you still have such self-knowledge, hum..." Sneered twice, then frowned and said, "In this case, you can go down the mountain to practice after your birthday, and come back if you don't come back with a little fame in the rivers and lakes. I'll let you know how the Snake Cave tastes..." After finishing speaking, he swung his sleeves and walked past Ouyang Ke with a cold wind.

After bowing respectfully waiting for Ouyang Feng to leave, Ouyang Ke straightened up and called softly, "Come here."

The servant appeared tremblingly from the side hall, and knelt down to listen to the order without daring to raise his head.

In the past, the servants of White Camel Mountain thought that only the old master, Ouyang Feng, was the most vicious and terrifying existence in the world, but a year ago, after an ignorant maid broke a glass bottle of the young master with a bit of beauty, she ended up... Infinitely miserable.

After that, no one dared to place their hopes on the tenderness, pity and politeness that the young master would show up at some point.

Ouyang Ke walked to the main seat in the room, picked up his clothes and sat down casually, fiddling with the teacups on the table seemingly casually, but said without turning his head, "Go and ask Guanshi Xu, has this year's stuff arrived?"

"Yes, I'll go now, little one." The servant came out of the room backwards, heaved a sigh of relief in the shadow of the door, raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat that broke out on his forehead without knowing when, secretly Thinking, the young master's coercion is getting heavier and heavier, how can we protect our little lives if this continues.

Resigned to his fate, he looked at the sun covered by the clouds, raised his legs and ran quickly to Guanshi Xu's house.

Ouyang Ke, who was sitting Shi Shiran in the room, was playing with the ink fan that came out of nowhere in his hand, with a teasing smile on his face as always, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, my uncle didn't find anything abnormal.

Today's internal strength is steadily increasing according to the original plan. If it continues like this, it may not be ten years before he can compete with his uncle.

Ten years... huh.

A warm and jade-like laughter poured out of Ouyang Ke's mouth, he put away the unfolded ink fan with a 'shua', and put the handle of the fan against his chin childishly, whispering softly...

Back then, 28-year-old Ouyang Ke couldn't even beat the fledgling Guo Dasha, but now I can crush an unsightly little bug with one hand.

Unconsciously clenched his hand into a fist and stretched it out in front of his eyes, Ouyang Ke put away his frivolous and indifferent appearance, his upright face gave off a sense of indifference, his lips grinned sarcastically, and the cold words flowed from his beautiful face. Slanted out of the good lips, "It's my

No one can take it away, it's not mine, and you won't be stingy if you post it to me... So, everyone in the Central Plains, are you ready?Don't fall into the hands of 'Ouyang Ke' who is more vengeful than before! ! "

The slight gasp accompanied by the sound of fast footsteps reached Ouyang Ke's ears instantly.

After calming down a little, Ouyang Ke resumed his usual coquettish posture, smiled frivolously but not annoyingly, opened the ink fan in his hand, and quietly waited for the footsteps of the master to arrive.

A moment later, a round, fleshy face squinted a pair of mung bean-sized eyes, and said with a flattering smile, "Young master, the old slave brought the things." A pair of skinny hands that were not proportional to the body asked following the whereabouts of the voice. Served as a strip wrapped in a brown cotton cloth.

Stretching out his slender hands to take the things handed to him, he took a playful look at the man who was more plump than a month ago, and said in a vague way, "It seems that I have received a lot of tributes recently? You're showing sophistication..."

The man who was still smiling and seemed at ease suddenly broke out in cold sweat, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly, "Young master's lesson, young master's lesson!! This old slave didn't covet a single cent of the villa! !Young Lord Mingjian..."

The hall, which was originally calm and calm, caused waves of undercurrents due to the man kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and the howling cold wind brought a hint of murderous intent.

Ouyang Ke didn't answer, just held the ink fan in his hand and fanned it once and for all, as if he didn't see the blood stains that gradually appeared on the forehead of the man on the ground, he still stared straight ahead indifferently.

About half a cup of tea later, Ouyang Ke put away the ink fan in his hand, as if he had just discovered a person kneeling on the ground, and said politely, "Oh, Guanshi Xu, you are quite old, why don't you You will make a mistake on such a principled issue, get up quickly." As he spoke, he pretended to stretch out his hand to help him.

I saw the man on the ground who was repeating an action frequently, thanking him repeatedly as if he had been forgiven, "Thank you, young master, thank you, young master." stand up.

Ouyang Ke saw his pretentious gesture, he was secretly amused in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face, he just picked up the teacup beside the desk, and held the lid of the cup with jade fingers to gently float the tea in the cup, and then He raised his head and took a sip, savored it carefully before continuing, "Guard Xu, remember to keep the good habit of keeping time!!"

Xu Fang's obese body trembled invisibly along Ouyang Ke's deliberately elongated tail, immediately clenched his fists, bowed and said, "The young master taught me the lesson, and the old slave has been taught."

Seeing that Xu Fang had already understood what he meant, Ouyang Ke also understood the meaning of going too far, and waved his hand calmly, "In that case, Guanshi Xu can go down and rest."

"Yes."

……

With the dimming of the last halo, the night quietly descended on Baituo Mountain, and the servants lit candles one after another in an orderly manner, dispelling the darkness, adding a little bit to Baitiao's gloomy and majestic Baitiao Mountain warmth.

In another courtyard.

Ouyang Ke dispatched Bi Yan, who was going to serve her personally, and told her to go down and help him pack the luggage that he needed to prepare for going down the mountain. He walked slowly to the desk, opened the hidden compartment on the desk, and took out a piece of paper that was slightly worn. I counted the sticky notes carefully...

1.2.3... There are five cards in total, plus the one I got today, there are six cards.

With a soft smile, Ouyang Ke gently took out the silk handkerchief beside the table and carefully wiped the dust that did not exist on the note. Then he opened the brown cloth bag that Xu Fang presented today, and took out a silk handkerchief made of unknown material from it. Somewhat clear slim bottle.

Holding the bottle tightly with one hand, and exerting a little force with the whole body, Ouyang Ke pulled out the stopper of the bottle mouth familiarly, and poured out a note of the same material as the five sticky notes on the table.

Slowly unfolding the note, the small and delicate characters written with a brush on it seem to contain the master's anger, which is a bit more scribbled than before.

"Hmph... I don't want to talk to my father anymore, I just go to that broken cave every day. I know that it was Rong'er's birthday a few days ago, so I didn't allow Rong'er to go play with the fat old man on the island. It’s too much!! Sure enough, a child without a mother is the most pitiful, and no one loves Rong’er anymore. Hey, I said this big liar brother who doesn’t know whether he is handsome or ugly, Rong’er is very angry now!! Also I don't know when you will be able to reply to Rong'er, I guess by the time you reply, Rong'er will already be a year older... Daddy came to find Rong'er, hehe, Rong'er just ignore him and leave him alone Go eat with those stupid things who can't speak. Rong'er wrote it herself."

The fifth chapter of life must have

In the early morning of the next day, White Camel Mountain seemed more lively than usual.

The front door, which was not usually opened, was slowly opened at this moment under the difficult push of two or three servants.After a while, a group of people stepped out from the main entrance without any haste.And the leader is the young master of this village, Ouyang Ke is undoubtedly.But seeing him dressed in snow-white sable fur, spotless, and wearing a pair of mink fur-faced buckskin-soled boots of the same color, with a smile on his face, and his chic posture holding an ink fan, he was enough to make the maid who saw him off respectfully They all blushed.

"Huh... just know how to show off. Doesn't he know how to restrain himself!!" Ouyang Feng stood in the attic where he could overlook the whole villa, and let out a cold snort with a worried expression on his face.

With his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed slightly, he kept looking at the traveling people until they disappeared without moving a bit.

The eagle with hardened wings is going to fly to the sky after all!But the consequences of flying beyond one's own strength will only make oneself smashed to pieces...

Kerr, do you really understand this truth?

……

Ouyang Ke led many followers all the way eastward.

Because there were servants serving him along the way, he didn't feel any difference from the days in the villa.If you really want to talk about something special, you can only talk about the scenery on this road that is more dynamic than White Camel Mountain, and the girls on the side of the road who keep winking at you either implicitly or boldly.

Spreading out the ink fan in his hand, Ouyang Ke lightly shook the handle, raised his eyebrows and chuckled in the breeze.

Ha ha, it's really an eye-opener.

"Young master." The cook who was usually in charge of everyone's meals came up in front of Ouyang Ke at some point and bowed.

"What's the matter?" Without blaming him for interrupting his idle time, Ouyang Ke raised the broken hair in front of his eyes and asked gently.

"Returning to the young master, when I checked the food just now, I found that the correct number of steamed buns and pear wine were missing. And this is the third time since this morning."

"Oh?" After hearing the cook's reply, Ouyang Ke seemed to be aroused, got up and walked to the rear of the convoy, "Follow me."

With the cook, he walked towards the last carriage amidst his reminders.

But the scene in front of him made Ouyang Ke angry and the cook terrified.

"What's going on here?" Looking at the servants sitting or lying in a circle beside the carriage pulling food,