"Old sir, how can you teach me?"

The tender childish voice came out again, but Lu Liangsheng over there just flipped through the books and ignored him. The child named Li Xuanba frowned for a while, and saw that he had no response, he began to think.

......The father often said that if you want to ask for it, you must give first.

He clenched his fist and slammed it into the palm of his palm. He raised his eyebrows and immediately remembered something at home.

"Old sir, wait, I'll go back and get something to exchange for you!"

He turned around and ran to the temple gate, kicked the half-stone statue piled up there with one kick, opened the door and rushed out, and ran and shouted, "I'm tired of playing here, I'm going back first, you can find it slowly!"

Lu Liangsheng heard the group of people who had originally run to the temple and returned, chased the child further and further, got up and found some window frame wood, put the small tripod to light it, the toad Taoist poked his head out and looked at it, "Are you leaving?"

Immediately, I carried the bed and quilt to the cushion, and yawned comfortably with the warmth of the little tripod, "Why don't you take that child as a disciple? If you are born with divine power, if you enter the Taoist martial arts, if you are less than ten years old, Tuoer may not be able to defeat him without the Xuanyuan Sword."

The sound of a whistle.

The page of the book turned a page from his fingertips, and the dim fire shone on Lu Liangsheng's face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned his eyes to look at his master who was pulling the quilt wrapped around him.

"That child is too perverse and naughty, unlike Sui'an, Tuo'er, Yuanfeng and others who could still be portrayed. If you really want to teach him the Tao, I am afraid that he will do evil in the future and it will be difficult to deal with it."

The toad Taoist lie down on the other side, supporting his head with a webbing, and waving his webbing casually.

"It's up to you, I'll just say it, don't take it seriously."

The wind blew in from outside, and the candle placed on the divine platform was clearly extinguished. The red collar in the scroll turned into a wisp of blue smoke. He went over and closed the temple door, walked to the broken window and looked at no one outside. Then he came back and sat down to Lu Liangsheng to accompany him. Listening to the gentle pages of the book, looking at Lu Liangsheng with an old face? Unconsciously leaning his head against his thin shoulders? He stroked a wisp of white hair, and his heart was filled with joy:

‘Even if the young master is old, he looks so good.’

The night wind whimpered across the eaves? Running across the long street, on the street with a thin mist? The rushing child turned over the intersection in front and saw the brightly lit mansion in front? He rushed up directly? The guards guarded the mansion with lanterns and torches were walking back and forth. As the firelight shone, a short figure rushed over and squeezed through the middle of the people? The heavy mansion door thumped inward? The six people who were startled reacted and were no longer panicked, and they used to greet each other.

"Okay, the young master is back, let's go in too."

"Leave someone behind? Wait for the others to come back."

In the backyard of the mansion, the little people who were rushing all the way to the road were not able to care about the maids and servants coming and going? The guards who came towards him hurriedly dodged and were pushed back by the wind that was brought back? They hit the fence and fell into the pool outside the corridor? The maid holding the soup bowl exclaimed and fell down? The porcelain bowl crackled all over the floor? A mess ran through the door of the backyard.

The lights are bright.

In the study, there were slow speeches, and the candlelight shining on the wall. Li Yuan, who was walking around the desk, knocked on the corner of the table, looking at the two sons standing on the left and right below.

"Don't talk about the Yang family's strong relationship with Yuwen, and pretend that he didn't hear it."

"But... Dad, this is the fact."

A young man on the right looked handsome, with a faint stubble between his lips, and looked a little mature. He was the eldest son of the family. He looked at the brother next to him and whispered, "Even if he keeps going, my mother will say it."

Li Yuan sighed and pointed at him with his own fingers: "I know it as a father, but there is any way to do it. The Yang family is still a cousin of his father. How can we make it clear! You must learn from Shimin in this regard."

The direction of his eyes, and the younger young man, pursed his lips and chuckled at his brother.

"Brother, the family matters are complicated, so don't cause trouble for your father. Besides, the Northern Zhou royal family is still there, and the relatives on my mother's side are living well. Just act as a family member and a change of head of the family."

"Listen, it feels very comfortable to say this."

Li Yuan stroked his beard and admired him. He was about to continue talking downwards. The two brothers standing at the door tacitly dodged left and right. The door slammed open, and a thin figure rushed in and shouted at the top of the mouth.

"Dad, where is your sword? Give it to me!"

Li Yuan was in a good mood and immediately slapped the table in anger, "What are you doing?" But then, he calmed down and asked, "What sword?"

The person who came in was Li Xuanba, who was in the same temple as Lu Liangsheng, restrained a little in front of his father and brother, bowed to the two brothers on both sides, and then ran to his father and spread his hands: "It's the one with a tiger's head on the hilt of the sword, give it to me quickly."

Li Yuan naturally understood that the sword was given to him by the national master of the dynasty. It was sharpened with iron like mud and was extremely sharp. It was kept properly. It was rarely taken out for people to see. The family had seen it, but they didn't let them touch it.

Perhaps he thought the third child wanted to see it on a whim, but Li Yuan hadn't wiped it for a long time. He turned around and walked to the bookshelf that was sticking to the wall, twisted the machine and opened a secret door, which made the three sons in the room tiptoe curiously and stretched their necks to see what was hidden in their father's private warehouse.

"Don't watch it! Don't tell your mother!"

Li Yuan glared at them sideways, deliberately covering his three sons' gaze and walked in. After a moment, he came out again. He held a Xuanhua scabbard in his hand and a long sword with a golden shank and a tiger-headed sword. He brushed it with a careless look, turned around and walked behind the desk to show it.

"Oh, time passes so quickly. Do you know the origin of this sword? Back then, when my father was still preparing for the Qianniu for the late emperor in Chang'an, he had to go hunting outside the city one day, and he met a master who thought he was a down-and-out scholar who was in the rain, so he invited him to eat the roast rabbit. Unexpectedly, he gave him this magic weapon."

‘Clang~~’

The sword force pulled out the scabbard, and the four people in the room felt the coldness. Li Yuan held the hilt of the sword, and the sword surface reflected his increasingly old appearance, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Time flies, but people don't know it, but that master is still like that. One year, when he went back for his father, he saw the master again, and his face was still as young as before, which made people envious."

Li Shimin frowned: "Dad, are there really people who are immortal?"

"Why didn't you? How could my dad scare you?" Li Yuan couldn't help laughing when he remembered that ordinary people had such an opportunity. "Haha...that's what you can't imagine in this world. This sword was given by the immortals. My dad was aimed at by this sword..."

Before he could finish his words, his hands were instantly empty, and the sword had already gone to the hands of his third son Li Xuanba.

"Great Master! What are you doing?! Return the sword to your father quickly!"

Li Yuan knew that his son was born with divine power, and he had never been serious. If he waved the sword and ran into others, he would either die or be injured. He shouted in a hurry. However, Li Xuanba refused to listen. He pushed Li Shimin away and Li Jiancheng away, and turned around and ran away.

"return!"

Li Yuan was so scared that Baimao sweated. He turned out of the desk and chased out of the room. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Li Xuanba running back. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth and said, "Give the sword..." The last word "I" had not yet been released, and his other hand was empty, and even the sword sheath was snatched away.

"Dad, brothers, you have to rest early, don't wait for me!" Li Xuanba raised the long sword and scabbard in his hand, spread his legs and ran away.

"you....."

Li Yuan looked at his hands, trembling with anger. He turned to look at his other two sons, and pointed to the direction where Li Xuanba ran, "You guys quickly take people to chase!"

The two brothers looked at each other, nodded vigorously with a smile, and then lifted the robe and ran to call someone.

Alas~~

Li Yuan, who was standing under the eaves, became more and more angry as he thought about it. He stomped his feet hard, slapped his thighs, and sighed with a bitter face.
Chapter completed!