Author: Ke Yuyu

Yang Yunling and her son were talking indoors, while people came and went outside.

The person who spoke didn't take it to heart at all, but the person who listened did pay attention to it and was worried about it.

Mi Zhu came and went. She was holding a bunch of fresh pink butterfly orchids that had just come down. The dewdrops on the stamens were still moist and translucent. She took great pains to save the flowers in the early morning.

The state of mining.

It's a pity that I didn't enjoy it.

Master Yun Ling got up late, and Mi Zhu came early in the morning to avoid disturbing this noble master. He specially protected the flowers and did not come until noon.

Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived, I would hear the mother and son talking about people.

It’s just a comment, it’s just a disdain for their sisters. Anyway, the sisters don’t have any delusions of trying to compete with the Yang family.

However, in Yang Xi's mouth, there was actually... some appreciation for that girl Li Youju?

Don't you hate her very much?

Just because that girl can talk nonsense?

Mi Zhu was deeply shocked and couldn't believe that she was so careless and attentive that she was not worthy of attention in Yang Xi's eyes? But she was willing to listen to that dead girl's nonsense?

The fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, and when she looked at the delicate and beautiful pink butterfly orchid in her arms, the delicate flower with dewdrops suddenly turned into a crying face with teardrops in Mi Zhu's eyes.

…

Yang Xi's reputation spread as soon as he arrived in Shangqing Mountain. At first it was because of the flamboyant posture of his mother and son, but later everyone also discovered that this "little sword god" of Zhou Liuxinzhai was indeed outstanding.

He was highly qualified, had a unique vision, was experienced in Taoism, and his sword moves were unpredictable. Even a few old disciples in the late stages of foundation building were defeated in the deliberate "sparring".

For a moment, everyone was curious about this Yang Xi and shook their heads. Displeasure was mixed with admiration, and admiration was mixed with unwillingness.

However, Yang Xi is indeed capable and can be regarded as the leader among the young people of Zhou Liu Xinzhai's generation. This is recognized by everyone.

Of course, most of the people who dislike Yang Xi are male disciples.

Comparisons between people of the same sex have existed almost since the beginning of the world. Even flowers and grass have to work hard and do their best to grow taller so as to compete for sunlight, rain and dew, and to show their grace in color and fragrance.

, to win the patronage of bees and butterflies.

Bees and butterflies also have competition for survival and are closer to each other. Those who are bigger and stronger have an advantage, and those who are handsome and flexible are more likely to be favored by the opposite sex.

Being of the same sex and the same kind, it is inevitable that you will compare with me, and I will compare with you, let alone human monks with brains and ideas.

Where does Yang Xi stand? Although he is not the tallest person, everyone still has to admit that he does have outstanding appearance and is enough to attract attention.

Such a young husband, who comes from a famous family, has a dazzling aura, is not bad looking, has a fair face, bright eyes, extraordinary skills, and superb knowledge. In the eyes of many female disciples, even if he has a strange temper and arrogant temper, it is okay

tolerated.

Once you get a good look at him, the hint of sarcasm that always hangs on his lips becomes part of his charm.

He would be more likable if he didn't always have a bejeweled old mother dragging him behind him.

Even so, pretty female disciples would often come and call her "Senior Brother Yang", "Master Yang" or even "Aunt Yang".

Master Yun Ling smiled even more when she saw how outstanding her beloved son was. She also secretly wondered whether she should investigate more and make a few backups. Of course, the premise is that she must be satisfied first.

Yun Ling visited the real people and even the real kings of several sects, including Xuyingmen, Huangtingshan, and Xuanjimen. They all treated her politely, welcoming her when she came and seeing her off when she left. She couldn't see how crowded they were.

There was a sense of joy in her smile to send the God of Plague away. She only knew that she was extremely popular. She was greeted with smiling faces wherever she went, and no one dared to offend her.

People really didn't dare to offend her, but it wasn't because of the Lord Zhu Huang behind her. Taoists respected the strong, so they wouldn't go so far as to flatter her.

Everyone is afraid of her, afraid of her making noise, afraid of her disturbing things, afraid of her being arrogant, and they feel that they cannot reason with her, so they might as well be polite and show off, just smile and say something against their will, and get peace.

Being clean and courteous will avoid trouble and bad luck.

What's the fun in arguing with this kind of person? You can't be reduced to half a joke in the Blue Sky world!

Yang Yunling and Yang Zhenren only saw that she was majestic and majestic. She sang and danced and sang praises wherever she went. She was simply invincible.

Yang Xi gradually separated from his mother. He went to attend gatherings of young disciples for long talks, and occasionally wandered around in the mountains and forests. The smile on his face became more genuine than before.

After all, we are young people, and it is easier to let go of our dignity and identity when we are having fun. Who can resist such high-spirited and joyful moments?

For several days, Master Yun Ling suddenly realized that she had not been in or out with her beloved son for a long time. She also paid attention to it a few times, but Yang Xi was very busy. Either he went to the Xuanji Sect to learn the art of tortoise shell divination, or someone invited him there.

Hunting in the outer gate valley, or having sword fights and discussions.

Of course Yang Yunling was happy for her Xi'er, but she was also a little disappointed. She should know everything about Xi'er, so she had to find some time to ask him in detail about his recent situation.

On this day, it was not easy to find out that Yang Xi had rested for half a day and had not gone out in the Sifang Pavilion.

Yang Yunling was so happy that she told her disciples from Shangqing Mountain to send some fruits, and then came to talk to her beloved son.

It was quiet in the room, but the door was ajar. Yun Ling thought to herself that her Xi'er was studying hard? By the way, I saw him borrowing some classics from Huang Tingshan a few days ago, and Huang Tingshan was so petty.

Damn, I don’t know what kind of obstacles have been set up to prevent copying. Xi’er loves books like her life, so she must be seizing the time to study them.

"Xi'er..."

Yang Yunling called softly at the door, but there was no answer.

Isn't the person indoors? Why didn't he respond?

Yang Yunling took three steps at a time and rushed in. At first glance, she was also startled.

It turned out that Yang Xi was indeed indoors, but he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear her voice.

"Xi'er?"

Yang Yunling called out again softly and tentatively.

Yang Xi heard this this time. He turned around and when he saw Yang Yunling, he was also stunned.

What's going on here?

Yang Yunling saw Aiko standing there stunned, his face red and white, a little shy and reluctant, she had never seen him look so strange.

Yang Yunling's heart tightened, and when she looked again, she saw that Yang Xi was holding an eye-catching purple bamboo slip in his hand.

What's this?

She took care of Xi'er's body inside and out. Even inside the mustard ring, she knew exactly what was there and what was not. She had also taken a look at several borrowed classics, but none of them were like this.

When did this weird bamboo slip appear?

Yang Xi was stunned when suddenly his eyes blurred and his hand became empty. The purple bamboo slip that was originally held in his palm was snatched away by his mother.

"Hey, mother..." Yang Xi blurted out, then paused, with a look of confusion on his face.

Yang Yunling's heart sank, Xi'er had never been like this before!

Although she had never seen this purple bamboo slip before, it did not prevent her from inspecting it. After pondering it over and over, Yang Yunling realized that this purple bamboo slip was used to record events and letters just like ordinary jade slips.

"Is this a trick by the Demon Sect?" Master Yun Ling opened her eyes wide and asked nervously.

Yang Xi couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head: "Mom, just give it to me, it's nothing."

Saying that, he reached out to get it.

When Yun Ling saw her son, her expression was normal, but she was obviously concerned about the bamboo slip. Since it was not a monster, she was not afraid of it.

Her hand subconsciously avoided Yang Xi's hand. When Yang Xi frowned slightly, his hand came over again. She knew better that this bamboo slip was unusual!

Yang Xi clearly didn't want to show it to her.

In this case, she had to watch it!

Master Yun Ling's face darkened, and she opened Yang Xi's arm: "Don't make trouble!"

As he spoke, he concentrated his consciousness and tried to penetrate the bamboo slips. Yang Xi opened his mouth, but finally dropped his arms helplessly, no longer fighting with his mother.

Sorry, I wrote it and revised it again, so I posted it late.
Chapter completed!