Xun Yi spread his palms and appeared light white scratches on the back of his hand, symbolizing decay. The withered sword energy firmly attached to the back of his hand and spread deeper.

"Dry plum shining? This guy has actually started to think about the winter sword?"

Maolin sword technique is a sword technique that the Xun family can practice. Among them, there are three swords in spring, two swords each in summer, autumn and winter. The sparse shadows of the dry plum blossoms symbolize death energy and withering, which are intimately in line with the meaning of winter. It is exactly opposite to the rosy banyan in the summer sword.

Xun Kun's face changed slightly, and his right hand turned into a fist, reaching Xun Yi's face.

The bamboo is green and green!

This is a sword that is outstanding in Maolin’s sword with its strength!

Bamboo shadows filled the sky, and all kinds of wood products made of bamboo in the lobby were filled with strands of essence that spread to Xun Kun's fist.

"Brother Kun, our family's blood talent in controlling Mu Ling is not something you can use." Xun Yi felt sorry for his furniture, stood his left hand on his chest, and slapped it with a light palm.

The sword intent moves are integrated into the flesh palm, like the spring breeze in March blowing across the willow embankment, dispersing the bamboo spirit gathered by Xun Kun.

The breeze blows on the willows, the third posture of the forest, Yanghe's gentle palm shatters the gathering force of Xun Kun. He holds Xun Kun's fist with his hand, removes most of the force, and presses him steadily in the seat and cannot move.

Just a test to fight, the two of them will be judged immediately.

"Young Master Kun, please sit down." Suddenly, a wide palm fell on his other shoulder. Heavy and strong force pressed Xun Kun. Liu Ziming said coldly: "The visitor is a guest, but the guest must also obey the etiquette, otherwise the kid would have to beat you out in politeness!"

Compared to the palm that Xun Yi was blowing on his face, Liu Ziming obviously did not keep his hands. He could even hear a squeaking bones while pinching his shoulders.

"Cough cough..." Xun Yi coughed a few times, moistening his throat, and Liu Ziming stopped and stood beside Xun Yi.

Xun Kun was very excited and thought to himself: "Just talking about sword skills alone, Xun Yi is indeed better than me. Damn it! I really don't know how many small stoves my grandfather gave him. But if he really fights, he should not be as good as me." Xun Kun thought in his mind that Xun Yi had a mental illness, and as long as he operated it properly, he could force him to have a mental illness on the spot, which was also a shortcut to defeat him. He grasped his hand, and the Maolin first sword, "Yu Lu Chunya", symbolizing the germination of vitality, dissolved the bitter plum sword energy.

After a small loss, Xun Kun went to calm down and resolved the sword energy. Xun Yi took the account book and flipped it quickly, and soon Xun Yi frowned.

"Why, there is something wrong with the account book?" Xun Kun put down his worries and asked quickly.

Xun Yi didn't say anything, so he carefully studied the numbers above.

Xun Kun saw that Xun Yi's face became more and more wrong, and he was nervous. "This account should be fine, right? Although my father was planning his family property, he would never attack the ancestral property. If someone really took the handle and stabbed the old people in the future, it would be over."

Before coming, Xun Kun did not check the account book carefully. Looking at Xun Yi's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Could it be that there is really something wrong?

"This account book..."

"What?" Xun Kun stretched out his head and came up with countless excuses for explanation in his mind.

"I haven't finished watching it yet."

"ah?"

"But I'm hungry, so I'll eat something first." Xun Yi turned his head and called Daiping: "Ask the kitchen, are you ready for breakfast? By the way, do you want to eat something?" Looking at Xun Kun with a pure face, Xun Kun was furious, and the various excuses he prepared were useless.

Bai Bai was frightened and Xun Kun said angrily: "No! You eat it yourself!"

Not long after, a simple and beautiful man held a plate next to Xun Yi and said softly: "Young Master, the red date, yellow rice dumplings and lotus leaf green porridge you wanted yesterday."

The fragrance dissipated, Xun Yi took a deep breath and slowly tasted it in front of Xun Kun. He was slow and deliberately used his patience in front of Xun Kun. Looking at Xun Kun's gradually darkened face, Xun Yi felt happy. Seeing other people's cripple expressions, it was the most delicious dish!

"Aunt Xue, you guys go down to have dinner first, just leave Bai Shan and Dai Ping to accompany me."

"Young Master, you?" Aunt Xue's beautiful eyes circulated and she looked at Xun Kun next to her.

Xun Kun's heart was shaken. Aunt Xue was not a maid and slave of the Xun family, but a dowry brought by Xun Yi's mother. She looked beautiful, had a virtuous temperament, and was proficient in cooking. It was because she took care of Xun Yi after her grandfather Xun Yu died, so that Xun Yi was not killed directly by some people.

"What a vixen! Why is he in his forties this year? He doesn't look old at all." Xun Kun hurriedly calmed down: "I am not hungry, you can do it yourself."

Aunt Xue told Liu Ziming that everyone would go down, leaving only two young masters, Bai Shan and Dai Ping.

Xun Yis was having a meal with politeness, and from time to time, let Bai Shan turn the account book pages, and time passed by little by little.

Seeing the sun rising slowly, Xun Kun couldn't help it. He was the one who couldn't hold back his anger. Xun Yi was so tired of time and finally said: "Look at the account book slowly, and I'll come here to get it in the afternoon!" He was thinking about the lovers in Hua Lane and threw his sleeves away.

After he left, Xun Yi put the bowl on and sighed: "I've walked too fast. I haven't finished the remaining porridge yet! But he has been staying for so long this time, it should be a new record?"

"Well, this time, Young Master Kun's qi cultivation skills are getting better and better." Dai Ping replied, amused in her heart. Her young master always likes to mess with people, especially the two young masters in the second room, who have been beaten since childhood.

"The young master is just targeting Mr. Kun, I wonder how the account book is looking at?" Bai Shan asked in a low voice after taking his job.

"Our family needs to find another account."

"Why, the young master can't tell if there is any problem with this account book?"

"It can be seen that there is no big problem with the accounts in the first half of the month, but it is a headache. It is better to find someone who can trust you." Xun Yi looked at Bai Shan and Dai Ping beside him and said dissatisfiedly: "You are stupid. Young Master, I have taught you so carefully, but I still can't understand the account book. Especially Brother Ming'er's stupid guy, I still expect him to help the Zhang family!"

Bai Shan smiled silently, but said nothing, just touched her head.

Dai Ping pursed her lips and smiled: "Young Master is really not in charge of the family. You are very idle. You just need to go to the palace school to study every day, and you can also have holidays to play from time to time. But Butler Liu has more work. Not only are you busy with the affairs of your family, but you also need to pay attention to the situation of the sacrifice fields and the situation in the ancestral home, and our shops and bookstores, what is the matter that people are not in charge of?"

"Okay, can you see, this spring has passed long ago, why are there anyone else moving the spring heart?" Xun Yi joked with the people around him.

Daiping's face turned red and she replied a few words.

"Wo Wang--" A little white dog ran over from the yard, followed by a girl in green. "Salvia miltiorrhiza, Salvia miltiorrhiza, please slow down!"

The girl Erba Youhua is another personal maid of Xun Yi. She helped Xun Yi feed her pet dog early in the morning.

Salvia miltiorrhiza was lying at Xun Yi's feet, and Li Lan hurriedly held a few flesh-bearing bones: "Young master is having a meal, let's go back first." Salvia miltiorrhiza glanced at the bones in Li Lan's hand, glanced at them, curled her lips disdainfully, and continued to bite Xun Yi's boots.

"It's okay, let it accompany me." Xun Yi took the bones from Li Lan's hand and fed them himself.

The name of Salvia miltiorrhiza is naturally to fit the consistent aesthetics of the Xun family. According to Xun Yi's original name, it was "One Sheng". It is said that this white dog was born from the egg, but only Xun Yi himself saw it at that time, and others did not believe it. So his father named Salvia miltiorrhiza. What is strange is that this puppy named Salvia miltiorrhiza was not interested in meat bones at all, but was interested in the ginseng tea supplements that Xun Yi drank. Therefore, the remaining medicine residues left by Xun Yi were given to Salvia miltiorrhiza. After a few years, Salvia miltiorrhiza was not poisoned by those medicine residues. It was a miracle.

After sniffing the flesh bones given by Xun Yi personally, Salvia miltiorrhiza finally gave his master a face and took a few mouthfuls.

"The little guy named Salvia miltiorrhiza is so sweet that in addition to the young master, only the food given by Aunt Xue and Butler Liu." Daiping signaled Li Lan to go down first and watched Xun Yi play with Salvia miltiorrhiza on the side.

...

On the other side, Xun Kun left with anger. As soon as he arrived at the gate, he suddenly blocked the way with one foot at the gate.

Liu Ziming leaned against the gate: "Young Master Kun is leaving now?"

When Xun Kun saw Liu Ziming, he felt a little worried. Liu Ziming was not from the Xun family, and he was not trained as a child from a young age. It is said that this was when Xun Yi was eight years old, and Liu Ziming was pawned by his grandfather to the Xun family's pawnshop. At that time, Xun Yu should make this "living job" and let Liu Ziming take care of Xun Yi. Because he was not a child from a family, Liu Ziming did not treat him as a slave. Xun Yu even hired him a special lecturer to teach. In other words, the treatment was only under the Xun family's direct masters. More importantly, this man practiced martial arts since he was a child and helped Xun Yi deal with the Xun Kun brothers a lot.

Thinking of the shadow of childhood, Xun Kun had a cold face and waved his sword around his waist and chopped Liu Ziming's leg: "Dog slave, get out of here!"

"Hengzhu Cuiwei." With the help of the sword, it is better than when he was just tempted with Xun Yi. When an idle person is hit by this sword, he will at least have to break his muscles and even have the risk of breaking his limbs.

Liu Ziming hugged his chest with his hands, and glanced at the sword falling down with his slanted eyebrows. Suddenly, his body moved. Before Xun Kun could react, his big hands pinched Xun Kun's neck like iron pliers.

Bang--

With just one confrontation, Liu Ziming pressed Xun Kun to the ground, and Xun Kun's sword in his hand was kicked away by Liu Ziming. "Young Master Kun can't even beat our young master, but he still wants to fight me?" He looked down at him, as if he was looking at an ant. "Young Master has a good temper and is too lazy to care about you. But if you don't have eyes, it's not as loose as you beat me when you were a child!"

Xun Kun's qi and blood were reversing, and his face turned red. At this time, this guy's martial arts power was so strong? He could hold me with one move? I'm afraid that my father's martial arts cultivation is just like this?

Pu----

A basin of clear water pounced on him in the distance, Liu Ziming dodged, and Xun Yi fell to the ground and was splashed all over.

"Oh, Young Master Kun is okay?" Aunt Xue walked to the door and apologized slightly: "I am cleaning up the master's face wash, but I didn't see anyone at the door. Do you want to change your clothes?"

"No need!" Xun Kun was embarrassed, got up, kicked open the door and left.

Looking at his back, Liu Ziming frowned: "Why should Aunt Xue help him? With his temper, I'm afraid he won't let the young master go."

"You came late and don't understand some things. Do you think that just a warning will make him give up?" Li Ren Ruxue turned her head and said to the heroic man beside her: "Do you know how Xun Kun's mother and the second wife died back then?"

Liu Ziming came to the Xun family when Xun Yi was eight years old. He only knew that Xun Kun’s mother, Xun Yi’s second aunt, had passed away due to illness not long ago. It was not clear what happened.

"How did you die?" Liu Ziming was about to ask, but suddenly looked at the hall.

Xun Yi was jogging with the account book, and was still saying to Daiping in the lobby: "It's getting late. Daiping, you go and leave it to Aunt Xue for care. This young master should go to the academy to help the men work."

When I happened to see Aunt Xue and Liu Ziming at the door, Xun Yi greeted him and took the bookcase from the doorman.

When Liu Ziming saw him taking the account book to the academy, he immediately understood: "Is the young master planning to ask the young master of the Liu family to calculate for you, or let the young master of the Li family do your work?"

"What's so ugly? This is the helping of friends! Just give me a bun and just give me something. What a cheap labor!" Xun Yi sighed, carrying a bookcase to Lingfeng Academy. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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