If Qi Shence was a person who destroyed his genius in one go, he would not be able to gain a reputation in Shangyin Academy. The children of the Qi family were military generals in Western Chu, and they charged forward and were afraid of death. They were civil officials and had a good life. They transformed themselves into a good man who could do it on their own. This is probably the secret of the Qi family's prosperity in the Western Chu Dynasty. Qi Shence's face was like a jade, and a long sword was hanging around his waist. The scholar carried a sword was the norm in the academic palace. What about the funny school, which was clearly unavailable and had to carry a big axe. Zi, Shangyin Academy has always been relaxed about this. As long as you don’t carry weapons and hurt people, even if you carry eighteen weapons in one breath, it will not stop them. But generally speaking, the majority of the scholars in Jixia are still wearing swords. Qi Shence saw the man walking slowly, and along the way, the little girl Yangjiao Yaer held a grudge and kept pinching snowballs and hitting him. The guy was not angry. He let the strong snowballs break on his body. When he approached the pavilion, he reached out to pat off the snow debris, shook his head, and his boots were scraped on the edges of the steps, as if he was afraid of not being able to do so. People don't know that he is a scoundrel who is ignorant. She still thinks of herself. The snow outside the pavilion is getting thicker. She rolls out a huge snowball that is so big that she holds in her hands. She wants to give this hateful slut a fatal blow, but she runs too fast, the snowball is too heavy, the steps are covered with snow and slippery feet, and you will fall on the steps. The white-headed young man with his back to the little girl stretches out his feet lightly, tiptoeing on her forehead, stopping her rushing momentum. The little girl feels that she has lost face in front of her playmate, and holds this guy's legs hard After biting it, he jumped and turned around, bent down and twisted her ears, one big and one small, and was in a stalemate, competing for endurance. The two of them bargained with their eyes whether he let go first or she let go first. After all, Yangjiao Ya'er was a little girl who couldn't bear to eat and felt pain. She had tears in her eyes and surrendered first, but she still twisted the rogue who was old but not moral. The little girl was heartbroken and cried as if she had defamed the innocent of the flower-picking thief. She put down the white cat for the natural charming fox fur woman, stood up and hugged her in her arms to feel a little better.

Qi Shence lamented in his heart that it was ridiculous to be jealous with such a rural villager-like person. But he was still a little angry in his heart for this person's rude words. Qi Shence asked calmly: "Is it all the time for a slanderous person? What does a real man do?"

Unexpectedly, the bastard smiled and hurt people, "I can hit you with one hand five hundred elegant gentlemen. Do you think I am a real man?"

Although Yu Youwei's arms treats this guy as the enemy of life and death today, she takes revenge. She has no good impression of Qi Shence, a guy who looks pretty. Both of them are Mr. Jishang's parents, and they often complain in private, and they can't stand him being arrogant and obscene. Under the influence of the eyes, the little girl planned Qi Shence into a sissy line. When she heard that stranger made Qi Shence defeated, she immediately laughed and secretly gave her a thumbs up. It goes without saying that our enemies will return to the enemy's family, but if you really dare to teach someone with the surname Qi a lesson, this female hero will definitely applaud you.

Qi Shence smiled, "A man's anger is nothing more than blood splattering on the spot by the enemy and me. This kind of aggrievance will be useless to all the affairs of the country and the world."

The man was still a scoundrel's vulgar words, "There are two men in the pavilion. I slapped you three legs with one slap. How about planning a thousand miles away?"

Yangjiao Ya'er raised her head and asked softly: "Sister Yu, I have heard of the three-legged toad. Why do you still have a three-legged man?"

Yu Youwei rubbed her little head and shook her head without saying a word.

Qi Shence quietly wiped the hilt of the sword with a finger, and Wen Yan smiled and said, "Can this young man really hit me five hundred Qi Shence with one hand?"

The man looked solemn and asked in a deep voice: "Are you Qi Shence?"

Qi Shence, who did not look at Yu Youwei, raised his lips and finally showed the innate arrogance of the grandson of the rich family. He should maintain the gentlemanly demeanor of a saint in front of outsiders. If he was gentle, respectful, frugal, and concise in front of this canvas, he might be provoked. Qi Shence has always been good at prescriptions on the right medicine. He knew that this kind of half-bucket water with a swaying foundation was arrogant, and he only knew that he was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and he would not have a memory without taking any pain. Qi Shence was able to be like a fish in the Shangyin Academy and became friends with many Mr. Ji Shang. In addition to his own profound knowledge, Qi's family was still "wild grass after the collapse of the Xichu Building.

"The lushness and prosperity are the key. The fundamental of the aristocratic clan is to keep facing the wind and let your dynasty rise and fall, I will do my own knowledge, and the emperors and kings have to respect the wise and the nobles of the Spring and Autumn Period. Most of the ten great clans withered in the spring and autumn are too big to attract the wind, and because the lame man Xu Xiao was too cruel to slaughter. The fertile aristocratic clans like the Qi family, who happened to be one or two lines away from the top, will be much more unique. They can't be regarded as birds from the forest, nor will they be ignored and underestimated by the new dynasty. Qi Shence has a self-knowledge, and you can't take me seriously in your heart. I was jealous of my Qi Shence, but I dare not take the Qi family behind me as a green onion.

I never thought that the guy immediately broke his skills just after speaking seriously, "I'm called Qi Shence? I heard it for the first time. The name is very good, but it's not good."

Yangjiao Ya'er originally thought she was another person who was inclined to the point of being in a state of danger, but was disappointed. When she heard this, she couldn't help laughing, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, and her petite body rolled happily in Yu Youwei's arms.

The clay Buddha was still angry. Qi Shence was humiliated repeatedly under the nose of the woman he liked. The scholar cooked and swept the floor with a gentle touch, and sneered: "Have you ever heard that Qi Shence is not important. The sword on his waist is named Linglong. He comes from the Dongyue Sword Pool. He is famous for his reputation. I wonder if this young master has heard of it?"

The man had a cynical expression for the first time and laughed softly: "Li Chungang's wooden horse and cow, Huang Lu of the Huang formation map, Su Wang of the Wu family's sword tomb, and Ba Xiu of Lu Baijie, have all heard of Linglong? There are many women with exquisite figures, and have touched a lot."

Qi Shence was so angry that he laughed, and did not intend to have a verbal dispute. He directly pulled out his sheath to pick up this guy who was ignorant of the world. At this moment, the woman in the fox fur, who was respected by the scholar of Jixia, sighed and said, "Stop playing."

When Qi Shence was confused, he always whispered to him, Yu Youwei, who was lukewarm and said softly: "Young Master Qi, I advise you not to draw your sword to avoid being humiliated by yourself."

This time, it was Qi Shence, who was condescending to the enemy, and his family was intoxicated. He was only an introductory skill. He had already practiced more than a good sword technique. Mr. Yu, behind him, knew that Qi Shence's sword technique was undoubtedly the best among the younger generation of Shangyin Academy, but he still used the four words of self-inflicted humiliation, just like a big hammer hitting a bell, making Qi Shence dizzy, and most of his desire to win was dissipated. The most urgent thing was to find a step to leave the pavilion. The steps in the world of human nature are difficult to find a hundred times more solid than the steps of pavilion not far from his feet. Fortunately, the white-headed young man smiled and said, "There are not good people and swords, but their vision is good. But I would like to advise you to stay away from Yu Youwei in the future, and I will not care about the Qi family."

After saying this, the man passed by. He picked up Wu Meiniang, who was more famous than Linglong Sword in Shangyin Academy, and threw it out of the pavilion in a prank. The white cat rolled in snow. This scene made people stunned. But he just glared at Yu Youwei, who was extremely doting on her beloved white cat, and did not reprimand him. Qi Shence had to find a way for himself and said a word that was neither salty nor light, "Since the young master doesn't even take the Qi family seriously, I'll wait and see."

Yangjiao Yaer looked at the lawless disciple, sat directly beside Sister Yu, and smiled at herself: "This female hero with fierce boxing skills and unparalleled legs, please ask me to say a few words to your sister, is that okay?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, leaving Yu Youwei's warm embrace, waved her little hand hard, like a general waving Fangqiu, jumping away from the pavilion, "It's right."

Leaving the pavilion, a bunch of small heads gathered together and whispered. Even the child who was swept the floor by the little girl's legs, didn't hold grudges, ran over and squatted together. Seeing her angry, she pretended to be stupid and laughed. Yangjiao Ya'er snorted coldly with a fierce look on her face, and smiled slightly on her lips.

A little girl who regarded Qi Shence as if he had never married him when she grew up was timid and upset her: "Who is that guy? Why is that rude? Master Qi must not be as polite as him. Otherwise, with Master Qi's sword skills, he would fall into the Buddha's palm lake with one sword."

Yangjiao Ya'er rolled her eyes and taught her a lesson: "Have you heard that Sister Yu said that Qi Shence was making a shame for himself? You little flower slut, you have long told you that Qi Shence was an embroidered pillow. What do you like him to do? His poems are just things that my friends advocated. Everyone commented on Xu on the edge of Lianhu Lake at that time. "

The little girl was angry, but she didn't dare to refute.

Yangjiao Yaer, who seemed to have been old in the world, said, "Although that Baitou has a great grudge with me, I will be beaten by me one day, I am still very convinced now. He said he would not care about the Qi family, rather than Qi Shence. Listen, how manly!"

A silly little fat man wondered, "Aren't they all the same?"

"Your father is so knowledgeable, why did you give birth to such a stupid goose who knows how to eat all day long." The old-fashioned Yangjiao Yaer punched her, and the little fat man sat in the snow with his butt, his eyes moist, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

After being bored for a long time, the little fat man cried and said, "I have written poetry this year!"

In the Shangyin Academy, which has ancient style and ancient style, if these great scholars and literary children were unable to write a few poems before they were ten years old, they would be laughed at.

Yangjiao Yaer curled her lips and said, "It's not a mess, so it's also called poetry?"

The fat man jogged home with tears and went to cry to his parents.

Yangjiao Yaer sneered and said, "Look, you're a guy with Qi Shence. He can't fight or fight, so he likes to find elders to help rescue soldiers."

The other children looked at each other and had nothing to say.

In the pavilion.

Yu Youwei looked at him and didn't say anything.

After the separation of Chunshen Lake, Xu Fengnian took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. The first sentence was extremely bad. He handed it to the fish master who was a teacher in Shangyin Academy. "There is an old scholar named Liu Wenbao in Shangyin Academy. He gave me some names. Do you see if you are familiar with me? I don't trust Liu Wenbao's comments. If there is, tell me. If you talk to Liu Wenbao, then I will follow the map to find these people. First, we will go to Beiliang first. However, since Liu Wenbao ordered their generals, they are probably depressed and unsuccessful people with ink knowledge and are happy to go to Beiliang to get an official position. If you can't help but talk, it doesn't matter. I'll come to Beiliang later."

Yu Youwei asked casually: "Are you finished?"

Xu Fengnian nodded.

She turned her head and said coldly: "The prince can leave now."

Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, said a good word, and gently got up and walked out of the pavilion.

Feixue presses his shoulders, but white is not as white as white as his head.
Chapter completed!