"Hey, Idiot Yang, these two sentences your dad said are really powerful!"

Seventy miles away from here is the North Acropolis of Ningyuan City. At this moment, on the northernmost wall of the Acropolis, a young man wearing a white cloak was standing on the wall, looking in the direction of Yang Hongyi and others.

A few feet away from the young man, there stood a man and a woman. The man was burly, about thirty years old, and his expression showed resoluteness. The woman looked to be in her prime, with a very delicate face. She had been watching intently.

The young man wearing a big cloak has infinitely gentle eyes.

This young man is Yang Hao, the grandson of Yang Hongyi and the son of Yang Yanping and Lin Hongyu.

Yang Hongyi had one daughter and two sons. The daughter was the eldest, named Yang Rong, and her husband was the eldest son of the current official minister of the Chu Dynasty. Among the three siblings, Yang Yanping ranked third. Above Yang Yanping, Zeng

He has an older brother, Yang Yanding.

The Yang family has been in the army for generations, and Yang Yanding and Yang Yanping have followed Yang Hongyi in the army since they were young. Even Yang Rong, before marrying into her husband's family, often accompanied Yang Hongyi in the army to gain experience.

Twenty years ago, the Allied Forces of the Seven Kingdoms, including the Tianlang Dynasty, formed the Western Army. They suddenly launched a large-scale border invasion, invaded Da Chu, burned, killed and looted, leaving ten houses and nine empty houses within a hundred miles of the western border of Da Chu.

The Emperor of Chu was furious and ordered his troops to march out of Yanmen in person, hoping to defeat the enemy outside the country's gate. However, due to the secrets of military secrets, the army unfortunately fell into a tight siege by the Western Army.

At that time, Yang Hongyi was nearly sixty years old and did not go out with the army. However, the two brothers Yang Yanding and Yang Yanping each led a group and served as the left and right vanguards, serving in the army.

Hearing that the Chu emperor, his ministers and the army were trapped, Yang Hongyi quickly mobilized soldiers and horses from all walks of life in Chu to form reinforcements. He personally led the main force in a long-distance attack, broke out of Yanmen, broke into the encirclement of the Western Army, and cooperated with Yang Yanding and Yang Yanping.

, even killed three in and three out, broke through the encirclement of the Western Army, and rescued the Emperor of Chu and his army.

Later, Yang Hongyi once again paid homage to the commander before the battle. While resting and reorganizing the army, he made a series of strange plots to kill the Western Army, which was unable to take care of both the head and the tail. Later, the Western Army saw that the situation was in jeopardy and was about to withdraw, but Yang Hongyi once again seized the opportunity and not only killed it in one fell swoop.

Completely defeated, when the Western Army retreated, Da Chu's fine cavalry pursued them one after another, covering thousands of miles, killing countless Western Army generals, causing the Western Army's vitality to be severely damaged, thus bringing peace to the Western Territory of Da Chu for twenty years.

In the last battle of that year, if there had not been a sudden change on the battlefield and the Great Chu Jing cavalry had been allowed to win the pursuit, the Great Chu soldiers would have gone straight to Huanglong, broken through Xijing, and pulled out the Wolf Lord of the Tianlang Dynasty from the Xijing city.

It goes without saying that the Western Army suffered heavy losses in this battle. Although Da Chu won a great victory in the end, the losses were not small.

The same is true for the Yang family.

During this battle, Yang Yanding died in battle, and Yang Yanping was severely injured in the waist. He still needs to use a wheelchair to travel. Shortly after the war, Yang Hongyi's wife died of excessive depression due to the pain of losing her son.

It was also after this battle that the Emperor of Chu, in gratitude for the loyalty and bravery of the Yang family, named Yang Hongyi the Duke of Zhenguo. He also gave Yang Hongyi a golden whip, which he inherited from hereditary officials.

At the same time, the Emperor of Chu made Yang Yanping a marquis, and at his request, he granted Ningyuan his fiefdom and the title Ningyuan.

As for Yang Yanding who unfortunately died in the war, the Emperor of Chu also posthumously named him the Marquis of Yongding and granted him a fiefdom in Gucheng.

At this point, the Yang family has one sect, one duke and two princes, and its prestige is unparalleled.

However, at this time, Yang Hongyi's lineage was not prosperous.

When Yang Yanding died in the battle, he had only one daughter, Yang Si. Yang Yanping and Lin Hongyu also had only one daughter, Yang Ling. Neither brother could produce a son for the Yang family. Now Yang Yanping has been seriously injured again.

, can't help but make people anxious. Fortunately, at the end of this battle, Lin Hongyu had already shown her pregnancy. The Yang family's hope of passing on the incense fell entirely on the child she was pregnant with this time.

Fortunately, God did not fail the Yang family. A few months later, Lin Hongyu gave birth to a boy, Yang Hao.

The birth of Yang Hao was naturally a great joy for the Yang family, and even the Emperor of Chu was extremely pleased. On the day when Yang Hao was full moon, the Emperor of Chu not only gave a heavy reward, but also made an exception by granting Yang Hao the title of Crown Prince, making him a great Chu

He is the first person with the imperial surname to be given the title of Crown Prince in the history of the dynasty.

Shortly after Yang Hao was born, Yang Yanping took his wife and children to the fiefdom of Ningyuan to guard it. Yang Hongyi also reported his old age to the Emperor of Chu and left the Zhenguo Duke's mansion in the capital. He followed Yang Yanping's family to Ningyuan to protect his children and grandchildren and enjoy a peaceful family life.

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Time flies by. In the blink of an eye, Yang Hao is already nineteen years old.

In the morning breeze, Yang Hao stood motionless on the city wall for a long time. His face was a little pale, and the childishness of a boy was not completely gone from his face. But what others couldn't see was the feeling deep in his eyes that said no.

Unexplained vicissitudes and sadness. It is a kind of vicissitudes and sadness that does not belong to a young man at all.

The man and woman standing not far away, the man's name is Ren Zhong, and he is the head of Yang Hao's bodyguard. The woman's name is Xiu'er, who was picked up by Lin Hongyu from the battlefield. When Lin Hongyu brought her back

, Xiuer only had a piece of clothing on her body, and only a jade pendant with the word "xiu" engraved on it. This is how Xiuer got her name.

At this moment, Yang Hao is staring in the direction of Yanmen, while Ren Zhong and Xiu'er are both staring at Yang Hao. Ren Zhong's eyes are sharp, and Xiu'er's eyes are gentle. But there is a kind of sadness in their eyes.

The fanaticism that cannot be concealed. In that fanaticism, there is respect, admiration, and even worship.

What Ren Zhong and Xiu'er don't know is that Yang Hao at this moment is not actually looking into the distance as intently as they thought. Yanmen Pass is too far away from here. The distance is seventy miles, even if there is no obstruction in the middle

, no matter how wide the field of vision is, no one can see clearly with all their eyesight and no matter how focused they are.

However, Yang Hao was indeed looking at Yanmen Pass. To be precise, he was looking at the location of Yang Hongyi and his party.

Moreover, Yang Hao could clearly see everything that happened where Yang Hongyi and his party were. Yang Hao could also hear every word they said clearly.

Because, Yang Hao is using spiritual consciousness as his eyes and spiritual consciousness as his ears.

Yes, consciousness.

Taking the city wall where Yang Hao is standing as a starting point, looking north to Yanmen, a hundred miles in radius is covered by Yang Hao's consciousness. One hundred miles is also the limit that Yang Hao's consciousness can currently reach.

And the sentence containing "Yang Fool" resounded in Yang Hao's sea of ​​consciousness. The Yang Fool in the words refers to Yang Hao.

The person who said this is a villain.

A real villain.

A hand-high little man.

A little bald head.

At this moment, the little bald man was sitting with his legs raised on a dark, dark, foot-high stove. Next to the little bald man, on the edge of the stove mouth, there was an extremely strange-looking creature lying on his back.

This creature has a head like a jackal, teeth like sharp knives, but it has two horns. Its body is like a snake and insect, covered with scales, but it has four legs, each with a toe and a small claw. Its name is,

It's called Yaya. Yaya's body shape can vary in size. The largest one is several feet long, and the smallest one is just like a small loach.

At this moment, Yaya was lying on the edge of the furnace mouth, holding the furnace body with four claws, like a limp little long worm, sleeping soundly, with the corners of his mouth shining.

"Little bald man, this Mutian King uses both soft and hard tactics. With my father's temper, how can I fall for him?" Yang Hao separated a ray of his mind, sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and said with a smile.

"It sounds like your mother has a better temper." The little bald man sneered.

Yang Hao grinned awkwardly and did not answer. A son never talks about his father's faults, let alone his mother's ugliness.

"Have you seen that scumbag's cultivation level?" the little bald head asked in turn.

"It should be the seventh level of Qi training, right?" Yang Hao replied. He knew that the scumbag in the little bald man's mouth was referring to the young man in white shirt who came with Mu Tianhao.

For Yang Hao, the question about the little bald head is half an open-book question, because he has already guessed who the young man in white shirt is. However, the spiritual power in this young man in white shirt is indeed much stronger than the average seventh-level Qi training.

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"What do you mean it should be?" The little bald man raised his eyebrows and shouted.

Yaya, who was sleeping soundly, was startled by the little bald head's shout. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked around blankly. He didn't see anything happening that was worth delaying his sleep. He closed his eyes again.

He took a sip of saliva and put his head back on the small stove.

"Sure! It's definitely the seventh level of Qi training!" Yang Hao quickly shrank his neck and said cautiously.

Before Yang Hao finished speaking, the little bald man suddenly flew up from the stove, flew in front of Yang Hao, stretched out his little hand, and slapped Yang Hao on the head.

"Isn't it right?" Yang Hao muttered. Could it be that he guessed wrong?

"Not sure yet?!" With a snap, Yang Hao received another blow on his head.

"Sure! Sure! Absolutely sure!" Yang Hao said hurriedly.

"Humph!" The little bald head glared at Yang Hao, then slowly fell to the ground and walked towards the small stove.

"That's right, let's hit him too?" Yang Hao didn't get the third slap, and he was sure that his judgment was correct. The cultivation level of the young man in white shirt was indeed at the seventh level of Qi training. After receiving two slaps in vain, Yang Hao

I suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

"What's going on? Do you have any opinions?" The little bald head was wandering towards the small stove. Hearing Yang Hao's words, the little bald head turned back and frowned again.

"No objection! No objection! No objection at all!" Yang Hao said quickly.

The small, dark stove suddenly began to sway from side to side, spinning several times in circles.

"Small stove, you..." Yang Hao pointed at the small stove and was speechless for a while.

The small stove's shaking, swaying, and spinning movements showed that it was overjoyed. It was clearly gloating when it saw Yang Hao being beaten.

Yang Hao pointed his hand, and the small stove immediately stopped. The edge on one side of the bottom of the stove was raised, and the mouth of the stove faced Yang Hao.

Yang Hao quickly fell silent and even showed a flattering smile on his face. Because he knew what Xiaoluo's posture meant.

Xiao Luo's posture is to help him run. Or to be more precise, he is trying to help him fly. If he doesn't keep silent, the next moment, Xiao Luo will rise up and hit him.

"They are all uncles!" Yang Hao lamented in his heart.
Chapter completed!