I want to be a sign of my clothes and clothes, but I will succeed in the eight Xiaoshu.

Lanling Xiao family, this is a legendary family.

In just over a hundred years, twenty-one emperors and more than forty prime ministers have been produced one after another!

The Xiao family in Lanling is divided into Qiliang House and the Imperial Uncle House. Among the Imperial Uncle House, the most representative one now is Xiao Yu's lineage.

Xiao Yu's sister Empress Xiao was the last empress of the former Sui Dynasty. Although she was a widow, 70% of the former Sui ministers accounted for in the courts of the Tang Dynasty.

Many ministers in the court still took great care of the Xiao family, and there were many capable people in the Xiao family, whether they were literary or military, there were several top figures to help the market.

Inside the Xiao family mansion in Chang'an.

In the huge martial arts field, the guard guards were separated on both sides, and two shirtless men in the middle were fighting each other.

On the high platform to the north, several old men of the Xiao clan sat on the chair of the Grand Master and nodded repeatedly to the fight in the field.

Behind them are two confirmed candidates.

One of the young men in their early twenties had a serious anger between their eyebrows, and the sunken eye sockets seemed to be filled with blood-red murderous aura.

Next to him, a middle-aged man of thirty-five or six years old wrapped his hands in front of his chest, and his thick arms tightened his clothes, revealing sharply angular muscle curves.

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the young man. Seeing that the young man looked bad, he asked in a deep voice: "Have Yun'er been better in the past two days?"

When the young man heard this, his eyebrows frowned slightly and asked without raising his head, "Which is the best thing that Uncle Six said?"

The middle-aged thick eyebrows stood up: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The young man looked up at the middle-aged man, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Yun'er hasn't gone out for many days. I'm worried about that bastard every day. Are you okay?"

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Middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly: "Yun'er is so dedicated. If that brat falls into my hands, he will be crippled."

The young man's mouth curled slightly: "Hmph, Uncle Six is ​​afraid that there is any misunderstanding. Yunmei is not the kind of pedantic person. On the first day when the bastard was sent, Yun'er cut him with scissors and cut his right hand with a knife the next day. Now the boy has been cut into a human pit. Yun'er is afraid that he will bite his tongue and commit suicide, so he takes care of him every day."

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with his mouth open. After the two looked at each other, the middle-aged man sighed with a strange expression and said, "I heard what you said, Yun'er's condition is probably getting worse and worse."

The young man frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the battle in the martial arts field, and recalled the scene he saw at his sister yesterday.

Xiao Yun'er, with disheveled hair, was holding Cui Sheng, who had been cut into a pig by her in her arms, humming children's songs in her mouth, just like coaxing a child...

"Feng'er? Feng'er?"

"San Uncle."

The memories were interrupted, and Xiao Feng clasped his fists and looked at the clan elder who called him.

The clan elder's eyes were filled with a hint of inquiry. Seeing that Xiao Feng lowered his head and did not look at him, he could only shake his head and said, "The third person has been confirmed. This time you will be led by you. Lao Liu and Xiao Wu will do their best to help you enter the top ten."

Xiao Feng looked at the man who won the final victory in the martial arts field, nodded, and said respectfully: "Don't worry, third uncle, Feng'er will definitely win the member of the Communications Department for the family."

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Yongchangfang, Princess's Mansion.

From time to time, strange sounds of "Huha, Huha" came from the yard.

The female Wei Qingyan listened secretly against the door panel for a while, couldn't help but be confused, and pushed open the door and walked in.

But he saw Xi Yunfei grabbing the bare ginkgo tree stalk with both hands and lifting his body up with difficulty.

Finally, my neck reached the tree stud, but it fell off like a force, and then my face turned red and lifted it up.

Qingyan saw it curiously and asked, "Langjun, what are you doing?"

Xi Yunfei was holding his breath and responding casually when he heard this: "I'm doing pull-ups... Huha!"

With this opening, the entire qi was directly disrupted and he couldn't lift it up in the end.

"Oh, no more."

When your hands softened, your feet fell directly to the ground.

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Qingyan didn't understand what pull-ups were. When she saw Xi Yunfei landing on the ground, she responded: "Someone just sent a reply."

As he said that, he handed a purple cover prayer letter to Xi Yunfei with both hands.

"Whose family belongs?" Xi Yunfei was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands, so he could only move his mouth.

Seeing this, Qingyan hurriedly opened the greeting letter to him: "Mr. Zhemei sent someone to send him a gift, saying that he was inviting his husband to the banquet. Mr. Ouyang has a son in his old age. Today seems to be the third birthday of Mr. Ouyang and the school banquet."

Xi Yunfei nodded slightly. He knew this little Ouyang. He was as famous as his father, Old Ouyang in calligraphy, and was known as the "big and big Ouyang". Ouyang Xun's youngest son was born in his sixties. The whole family was in great pain.

"I understand. Go find the sledgehammer and ask him to help prepare a gift list. In addition, I will not eat with her tonight."

Qingyan respectfully clasped her fists and bowed down.

Xi Yunfei glanced at the sky, turned around and went back to the house to take a shower.

When he saw Wang Dahui goodbye, he had already prepared the gift list and the gift.

When they saw that the time was about the same, the two drove directly to the Ouyang family.

And at this time, Ou Mansion.

Ouyang Xun was born in old age and loved his youngest son very much. He invited everyone he could invite today for his birthday.

Among them, naturally, Yu Shinan, who has the best relationship with him.

In the spacious living room of Oufu, more than a dozen light bulbs on the ceiling emit orange lights.

Ouyang Xun on the main seat was chatting with the guests with a smile on his face.

At his starting point, he is his friend Yu Shinan.

However, today, Yu Shinan did not pass by the mansion with his former followers, but was strangely carrying a young man holding a sword.

Ouyang Xun knew that Yu Shinan had been worried about the martial arts conference these two days.

At this moment, a young man holding a sword suddenly appeared, but I am afraid it was...

"Brother Bo Shi, who is this?" Ouyang Xun pretended to be curious, just trying to satisfy his good brother's showing off.

Sure enough, when he heard him ask, Yu Shinan's eyes lit up a little, he bowed his hand, and said proudly: "Haha, have you forgotten the Martial Arts Conference? This friend is the representative of my Yu family and the first master in Bashu. Don't be careful that he is young, maybe your Zhemei can't beat him."

"Oh?" Ouyang Xun didn't expect that his old friend would become so arrogant, so why is the number one master in Bashu?

Seeing that he looked disbelief on his face, Yu Shinan pointed to the yard outside the living room and said, "If you don't believe me, let's have a competition if you don't believe me!"

In fact, Yu Shinan himself did not have any competitive spirit. The most important reason why he proposed the competition was to test Mr. Mo's strength. Among the masters he had met, Ouyang Zhemei was almost at the peak of martial arts.

If Young Master Mo can compete with Ouyang Zhemei without falling behind, it basically means that Yu's family is expected to enter the top ten martial arts conferences.

On the contrary, it is better to give up yourself, so as not to get the greater the hope and the greater the disappointment.
Chapter completed!