"grandfather!"

Yang Yulong shouted.

This person is Yang Yulong's grandfather, and the most powerful figure in the Yang Party - Master Yang Castle.

"Didn't I tell you not to come to the west wing? Why don't you listen?" Lord Yang scolded.

Yang Yulong's face darkened and he said, "Grandpa, I didn't come to the west wing on purpose, mainly because someone told me that Yang Kun was secretly practicing the Xuanxin Art of our Yang Sect, so I came over to explore the truth and reality. Unexpectedly, this is true. Yang Kun really secretly refining the Xuanxin Art of."

Upon hearing this, the Lord Yang's face changed and looked at Yang Kun sideways. His sharp eyes fell on the black totem on Yang Kun's abdomen, and said coldly: "Is this really the case?"

Yang Kun turned over and sat up, snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "I was also born in Yangjiabao and lived in Yangjiabao. My surname is Yang. Logically, I am also a member of Yangjiabao. There are more than a thousand people in Yangjiabao. They can practice the Xuanxin Art, but I am not allowed to practice. Why is this?"

Master Yang was stunned for a while when asked this, and there was nothing. He just sighed and looked into the distance without answering Yang Kun's question.

Yang Yulong said: "Let me tell you why, because you are not worthy of being a member of the Yang family. You are a waste, a useless waste who can only eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Even if you are allowed to practice the Xuanxin Art, you can't learn it. You will just die of this heart, a waste snack!"

The Master Yang seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, so he glared at Yang Yulong and said, "Okay, stop at the right time. Forgive others and forgive me. Don't force others too much. If you are anxious, you will jump over the wall, let alone people." After that, he walked to Yang Kun and reached out to pull Yang Kun up.

Yang Kun shook off the hand of the Fort Yang Master and then supported himself.

Master Yang was stunned at first, then pretended to be smiling and said, "Tell me, who taught you this Xuanxin Art?"

Yang Kun turned his face to the other side and muttered: "These two grandparents and grandchildren are really worthy of being a family. Even this shameless smile is so surprisingly similar. Even if you, an old fox, you will not tell you who passed on my Xuanxin Art. Also, sooner or later, I will give you double the amount of what I have endured today."

"Actually, if you don't say it, I know who it is."

The Lord Yang's face darkened, and his gray hair was breeze-free, and continued: "I will warn you again in the end, not to practice the Xuanxin Art. If there is another next time, I will slap you and the person who secretly passed on your skills to death." After that, he turned his sleeves and left.

Yang Yulong patted the black totem on Yang Kun's belly, then made a grimace, and smiled and said, "I slap you to death with one palm, haha!" Then he followed Master Yang happily and left the West Chamber Courtyard.

In the hazy night, Yang Kun's burning eyes stared at the back of the old and the young, and squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be a human being!", and then staggered into the room.

"Gululu~"

Yang Kun rubbed his unscrupulous belly, looked at the faint light coming from the direction of the dining hall outside the window, and immediately remembered it.

Stealing to eat!

Yang Kun took out a black cloak with wrinkles under the pillow, then quickly put it on his body, then gently opened the door, and swayed, then slipped out.

In the kitchen of Yangjiabao dining hall...

A black figure flashed and slipped into the kitchen. Soon the sound of turning the pot of rice came from the kitchen.

"Fuck, why are all vegetarian soup and vegetarian dishes? There is no meat left at all"

From this scolding, it can be concluded that this person is Yang Kun. He quickly blew in the kitchen with his faint moon shadow. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he said happily: "Meat buns?"

He grabbed a bun from the steamer, then squatted in the corner of the wall and started eating with relish.

"There are thieves, come and catch them."

I don’t know who called out, and suddenly, there was a loud sound of footsteps and speech outside the house.

"Hmm? Found?"

Yang Kun suddenly stood up and secretly thought that he would be caught, it would be a dead end. So he quickly threw away half of the leftover bun in his hand, pushed open the door and ran out.

"Puff~Oh"

As soon as Yang Kun pushed open the door, he plunged into a man's arms. When he looked up, he saw the person in front of him wearing a gray robe, in an old man's posture, hunched over. He looked like a hunchback. The cloak above his head completely covered the man's face. He couldn't see his appearance clearly. Yang Kun felt that this person was very yin and didn't look like a good person. A chill came and he subconsciously took two steps back.

The man was obviously stunned, and he didn't expect that there would be someone in the room. He glanced at Yang Kun, then waved the dagger that was one foot long in his hand and stabbed Yang Kun.

Yang Kun jumped away quickly and said, "Isn't it just stole two buns? As for what I have to take my life?"

When the old man in gray robe heard this, he was stunned again, then understood something, and then laughed haha. The laughter was very hoarse and vicissitudes, which was even more uglier and more terrifying than howling ghosts and wolves.

The old man in gray grabbed Yang Kun with his dry fingers and said, "So you are also a thief. For the sake of our peers, I won't kill you." After that, he put away the dagger in his hand, then jumped onto the roof of the Yongchen Hall, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"What a great light skills! No wonder I dare to come to Yangjiabao to steal things. It seems that if you want to be a thief, you must practice light skills well!" Yang Kun looked at the direction where the old man in gray disappeared and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Come on, I saw that the man was heading here, probably not far away." The sound of catching the thief not far away was getting closer.

When Yang Kun came to his senses, he saw a group of people staring at him.

"So you are a thief." The voice was so familiar and disgusting. A person walked out of the crowd. The man was wearing a white dress and had a mole on his eyebrows, which was so conspicuous even at night. Even in the middle of the night, Yang Kun recognized that this person was Yang Yulong who beat him half to death just now.

Yang Kun gave Yang Yulong a blank look, too lazy to argue with him, and he did steal things.

"Haha, you have nothing to say now. Come on, beat me up. I hate thieves the most. I believe everyone is too. Beat me hard. Educate him well." As soon as Yang Yulong finished speaking, several people rushed up and surrounded Yang Kun, and then beat Yang Kun to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Okay, don't beat him to death for now. Drag him to the hall for me and let the old man examine the whereabouts of his fairy pill. Otherwise, the old man will be unhappy."
Chapter completed!