Tiandao through the live room

It was already three years later when Tang Qingfeng left the customs. As soon as he came out, he faced Zisang's expression of resentment.

Tang Qingfeng: "..."

Zisang Bushou: "..."

Tang Qingfeng: "Master, I have mastered it, why are you looking at me like this?"

"...Old Madam Tang already thinks what I've done to you." Zi Sang Bushou sized Tang Qingfeng up, and I followed his gaze.

Because of retreating for three consecutive years, although there are still people taking care of him in daily life, it is obviously impossible to tailor his clothes to his own size. Tang Qingfeng has grown taller, and his trousers are stretched tight on his legs—as if he has been abused.

Zisang Bushou remained silent: "She sent you a letter, go and see for yourself."

"Young master, why are you working so hard? After three years of retreat, how can such a big child endure loneliness?" Hua Xuejin asked casually.

"Because I'm not lonely." Tang Qingfeng blinked.

"Because I've been chatting with you..." I've almost practiced Ming Yu Kung Fu!Tang Qingfeng said that the internal force is as empty as the soul, so I might be able to cultivate my own internal force in his body. In this case, he would be equivalent to having an extra battery (roughly) so he especially encouraged me to learn Mingyu Kungfu.

Learn from your sister!

I'm going to beat him to death.

Tang Qingfeng changed his clothes, and put himself back into the cute and handsome boy (crossed out), and he casually read Wang Zhijun's letter.

The general meaning of Wang Zhijun's letter is as follows: Your kid is not dead, is he?If you're not dead, get the hell out of here and take part in the martial arts competition among the Tang Sect's internal disciples!

Uh... Of course, Wang Zhijun's original words are not like this, I just repeated the general meaning and the kind of resentment behind the old lady's pen.

"...Grandma is looking for me again, but I have been in retreat in Yihua Palace for the past three years, so I should go back to Tangmen. Otherwise, I don't know how she will deal with me."

"You're probably going to be miserable," I said lightly.

"Whether it's tragic or not is a matter for the future, why don't you talk to me now?"

During this period of retreat, we practiced our own things separately, and only occasionally talked together when we were free.I was helpless: "What are you talking about? What is there to say?"

"Tell me...for example, what happened in the past three years?"

I froze, I'll fuck it, we two have retreated for three years, just came out, how dare you ask!

"...you know, right?"

"Children should not be too smart, or they will die quickly."

"What happened in the past few years?"

"Ma Fangling married Du Yunsong, Taibai and Wudu worshiped two disciples, and then your aunt and uncle had a fight in Tianshan because your uncle's hair turned white after being stained with the river Styx. I heard that the Tianshan Demon Cult can turn gray hair back to black The medicine and then started killing there, your uncle rushed over to kill with her and took one of his men by the way."

"...My aunt?" Tang Qingfeng complained, "Can you catch your breath?"

"Tang Qingfeng and we have been together for six years, and you still don't know that we are exchanging ideas, so you don't need to breathe?" I continued to complain: "Oh, I can't count it as your uncle. After all, you are a wife and a concubine. She can only She is Shen Guyan's concubine, not his wife, and of course not uncle."

"...It's fine for you to say that when you are arguing, let's keep some morals in private." Tang Qingfeng couldn't help defending whether it was his family.

"Tang Qingfeng, who is closer to her?"

Tang Qingfeng: "...It's not this question... It's good for your luck to keep some morals."

"...Are you so superstitious?"

"Before I met you, I didn't believe in anything."

Soon, we returned to Tangmen.

Tang Qingfeng was scolded by Wang Zhijun, Tang Taiyue, and Han Wanru in turn.

Wang Zhijun is still the same, Han Wanru's temperament is even better, Tang Taiyue has basically been ruined into the appearance of that rough uncle in the game - thinking of the beautiful young man I saw back then, I really want to cover my face - what a crime.

Tang Lin who came home occasionally: "..."

He carried Tang Qingfeng to a corner: "Qingfeng..."

Tang Qingfeng immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Little uncle, please forgive me. I have already been trained by my grandma and parents. Please let me go today."

"...I have something good to give you. I combined Wuhen Sword Intent to create a set of acupuncture techniques called Butianzhi. It was originally fingering. It combined the essence of Taibai and Tang sect martial arts. The head of the sect has already Allow me to pass it on to you alone."

"Little uncle..." Tang Qingfeng wondered, "Why me?"

"This is a combination of the martial arts of Tang Sect and Taibai. No one in Tang Sect worships Taibai except me. If it is passed on to others, I am afraid that it will not be justified with Taibai's rules. I think you are only going to inherit Shuilongyin now." It is the most suitable for the great cause of the alliance, and being a member of the Tang Sect, a blood relative." Tang Lin sighed: "I don't want this martial art to be lost."

Tang Qingfeng: "...Little uncle, give me a rehearsal."

"Please write it down for me first." Tang Qingfeng was becoming more and more rude to me: "In a few days, the disciples of the Tang Sect will compete in martial arts. I have to prepare well."

"...What are you going to do? You have practiced the magic of wedding clothes, Ming Yugong, Tangmen's martial arts have not been delayed, and I have this spare battery, ah no, as a substitute, how do you prepare? You want a move directly Blast those people into scum?"

"This is a competition of the Tang Sect. Of course it is using the martial arts of the Tang Sect. What can you do with other martial arts?" Tang Qingfeng walked to the bed, put the handwriting Tang Lin handed him by the pillow, and lay down on his back: "Besides, What do you have to do to win? How nice is everyone?"

I don't like killing people, but his look that he doesn't want to win at all still makes me want to slap him.

"What if we don't win? The young master of the Tang Sect, the heir of Shuilongyin, the young master of Yihua Palace, was he pushed out as soon as he played?"

"Of course not, Master will beat me to death." Tang Qingfeng rubbed the quilt: "Grandma won't let me go either. But if I can't hold on at that time, you can be prepared to stand on top..."

"Know-know-got-" I feel so tired, I have basically copied a complete copy of Tang Qingfeng's martial arts now - except for the wedding dress magic skill, because such masculine martial arts, if girls practice If you do, you will look like Mrs. Yedi.

Of course Tang Qingfeng still thinks I'm a man - I think it's useless to tell him the truth, it will probably just make him blush every day when he takes a bath and change clothes, etc., and then his face doesn't exist at all after breaking the pot.

He didn't let me practice the wedding dress magic skill, the reason was: "The body belongs to yang, and the soul belongs to yin, so it's not good for you to practice the wedding dress magic skill."

Dude, is it really okay if you are so superstitious?

The author has something to say: Erhuo Tang just got used to it...