"Oh Mingyue, I'm reading the Tao Te Ching again. Let me tell you honestly. That Tai Chi is what I saw in my dreams, and it was very empty.

What is soft to overcome hardness, and what is soft to achieve is like a storytelling book. Why are you taking it seriously?

Look at you, I read the Tao Te Ching and became more and more plain and pure. I didn’t have any fireworks at all. I have lost so much weight. How can I do this?

Let's take you to a kebab for a meal. There is already an old god in my family, so don't add another goddess."

Jia Huan didn't care about Dong Mingyue's cold temperament at all. He leaned on it and talked a lot.

Dong Mingyue was not that bored. She glanced at Jia Huan with a calm look and said lightly: "Those are not self-deceptions. They do contain extremely profound martial arts principles, which are very useful to me.

Now that you have built your foundation, although you still have to constantly polish your roots and bones, you should also start to understand the way of strength

I heard from my godmother that you have had a high fortune in your life and have been enlightened by your ancestors. I think these principles were also obtained from him. Since this is the case, you should cherish this opportunity more."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan's expression changed slightly, his hilarious smile on his face was curled up, his bright eyes blinked, and he said softly: "Mingyue, you have broken through six and become the seventh hand."

Seven hands, an existence that countless warriors have longed for throughout their lives but are unattainable.

And this year, Dong Mingyue is only seventeen years old.

There are many 50 or 60 hands in the world at the age of seventeen, but seven hands before the age of twenty or even before the age of thirty are rare.

When you are young, you may not be better.

This sentence is the most common among the martial arts crowd.

Therefore, few warriors would praise whose nephews broke through at a young age. Because in the next ten or even decades, he might not be able to break through seven.

Under Jia Huan's burning gaze, Dong Mingyue shook her head slightly, but what she said made Jia Huan feel extremely sad: "Six and seven rooms. There is a very thin film that is difficult to break. However, after your prompt, I have already had experience recently. I only lacked an opportunity."

Originally, Jia Huan wanted to talk to her and asked Dong Mingyue if she needed him to help her break through the membrane.

However, after three years of being together, Dong Mingyue had already expected to clear his urine properties. Before he could speak, he glanced at him coldly. Jia Huan's words reached his throat and swallowed them again.

After laughing dryly, Jia Huan said, "Mingyue, as the saying goes, you can't make a good car by building a car behind closed doors. Especially if you understand such idealistic things, we still need to go out for more walks. What do you think?"

Dong Mingyue said lightly: "You are not afraid that I will be recognized when I go out."

Jia Huan curled his lips and said, "Who has the skills now, but then again, what's going on with your father and your father? I don't have a firm willpower. I heard from my grandfather Wang that he has repeatedly vomited a lot of big names in your sect in the past three years. The White Lotus Sect has suffered heavy losses in recent years."

Dong Mingyue was still indifferent, except for scanning Jia Huan when he said "your dad".

Fortunately, she gave Jia Huan a face and replied: "There are always some crooked branches and vines on any big tree. If the big tree itself is not easy to clean, it will only bother others."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan felt a little Spartan and said, "Mingyue. Your father is so cunning. He is playing with the entire black ice platform, but he still wants to make a comeback."

Originally, seeing Jia Huan's funny look with a big mouth open, Dong Mingyue's beautiful and pretty cold face thawed slightly, revealing a rare smile. However, after hearing it, she returned to her previous coldness, even colder, shook her head and said nothing more.

Jia Huan scratched his head awkwardly, and then he remembered how stupid a question he asked. A man's tendons were broken and his energy was broken. What chance would he have to make a comeback?

Nowadays, this is just to do more effort to make the White Lotus Sect.

After all, Dong Mingyue was just cold-faced, but she was still kind-hearted. Otherwise, she would not have been silent about seeking revenge on Xuanwu in the past three years.

She glanced at Jia Huan again and said, "Are you going out recently?"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow is the birthday of the old god in my family. Although he will definitely not go home, he still has to organize a show at home, otherwise people will talk too much again. Alas, there is no way. People live in this world and cannot completely isolate the world. They must integrate into the world. Although I am very wise, I can never completely ignore the discussions of others."

Seeing Jia Huan's slutty look and the instigation in his words, Dong Mingyue bent her mouth slightly, lowered her head slightly and looked at the book, and said casually: "What you said makes sense, it's not common to work behind closed doors. I can go back to the city with you."

Jia Huan said happily when he heard this, "Oh, this is really great. Mingyue, being with you is the time when I feel safest, but there is one thing that is, when you dress up as a man, you are even more handsome than me. It's simply unreasonable. Even Xiao Jixiang's little hoof drools when he looks at you. It's really true."

Upon hearing this, a faint redness flashed across Dong Mingyue's pretty face, and she gave Jia Huan a angrily glance.

Otherwise, what is rare is precious

Xiao Jixiang and Aunt Zhao combined, one day it will take Jia Huan for dozens of eyes.

But Jia Huan has been numb for a long time

If Bai He had a glance at him, he would be almost the same. However, although Bai He, who is gentle in character, does not obey Jia Huan, he always has a gentle smile on his face. Even if he rejects the shameless unscrupulous request made by a certain turtle, he still blushed and shook his head and refused with a shy smile.

But Dong Mingyue is different. Except for some smiles when talking to Aunt Zhao in private, whenever there is a third person, you don’t want to see a smile on her face, let alone such a charming woman rolling her eyes.

Therefore, Jia Huan should have become Zhu Geliang with confidence, and he was drooling, hustling.

"hiss"

Taking the air conditioner and rubbing his forehead, Jia Huan walked out of the study angrily.

On the forehead, there is a clear seal with a word on it, which is a crooked "superhero" character

Dong Mingyue is the saint of the White Lotus Sect. She has been highly respected since childhood. In terms of status, she is no less than Jia Huan, a concubine of the public.

Therefore, it is not reliable to present Jia Sanye’s poem in front of her.

The little girl beat up someone, hey, anyway, when she was teaching Jia Huan to practice martial arts, she almost beat Jia Huan to tears several times.

Especially after she received the personal instructions from Aunt Zhao to let her watch Jia Huan, the taste was sour and refreshing

When I entered the back house, I saw Aunt Zhao taking Xiaoque and Bai He to gesture at a pot of autumn chrysanthemums. She was holding a piece of brocade in her hand and pointing at it. It seemed that she was preparing to embroider the blooming yellow chrysanthemum on a handkerchief.

Now Aunt Zhao lives a very comfortable life, and she doesn’t have to set rules for anyone, and she doesn’t have to worry about “picking” and managing the house frequently. There is nothing at home that she can spend money.

She is one brother and one younger brother, and now she works in Ningguo Mansion. Qian Qi is now like a different person, honest and honest, clearing the accounts in the bank treasury.

Especially after he asked Aunt Zhao to ask his son Qian Huai for a place to study in the Jia family's private school, he worked harder and harder.

Although Jia Huan still didn't like him very much, he no longer mocked him coldly when he met.

For Aunt Zhao, she would be very satisfied with her elder brother being able to live such a life.

My younger brother Zhao Guoji lives more freely. He is now the manager of the carriage and horse gatehouse in Ningguo Mansion. He is honest and kind, and he is extremely fair in his work. He also has the title of the head of the family, his mother and uncle, and no one dares to blow up the thorn with him. So his life is very smooth. The key is that his daily income is very high.

In addition, Jia Huan, the son, is now so jealous of Aunt Zhao, the mother.

Everything goes well in life, and every relative is happy. At this point in life, what else is there to be unsatisfied with?

There are still some

"Brother Huan, you are going back to the city."

After seeing Jia Huan come in, Aunt Zhao did not "ridiculate" like usual, but asked in a plain tone.

Even Xiao Jixiang looked at Jia Huan with awesomeness.

Three years later, Xiao Jixiang has grown up a lot. The eleven-year-old girl is already a daisy.

Although the baby fat on the face is still there, the eyebrows and eyes have grown wide. Compared to the cuteness of my childhood, I am now quite beautiful.

However, her temperament has not changed.

After hearing Aunt Zhao's words, Jia Huan was silent, nodded, and smiled: "Mom, the old lady has spoken a few times, so I asked me to go back to the house as soon as possible to preside over the situation. Ningguo Mansion always lacks a head of the family. It is not a blessing. I have rejected it a few times before. Now my foundation in practicing martial arts is stable, and it is a bit unreasonable if I don't go back. Moreover, there are many things in the clan waiting for me to deal with."

"Okay, okay, I'm just a few words, and you'll just talk nonsense."

Aunt Zhao interrupted impatiently, but she didn't say anything "You can just reply".

Because Jia Huan can reply, she can't.

It was Jia Huan's home, but not hers.

Jia Huan smiled brightly and said, "Mom, it's not that I'm not coming back. I still have to come back to live every now and then. Our family's most profitable business is here, so I don't come back to see how I can rest assured."

Aunt Zhao snorted angrily and said, "You are not at ease with your business."

Jia Huan laughed and said, "Of course, the one who cares the most is naturally my mother."

"Hmm, ahem, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the side, Xiao Jixiang opened his big round eyes and looked at Jia Huan with bright eyes, and made a loud reminder sound from his mouth.

Before Jia Huan could laugh, Aunt Zhao laughed and scolded: "It's such a big girl, so I'm not ashamed of you, what you third master is most reluctant to do is you, a stinky girl. Don't worry, he will take you back with you as soon as possible."

Xiao Jixiang shook his head and said, "I won't go with the third master. Wherever my grandma is, Xiao Jixiang is."

Jia Huan immediately looked at this little guy with admiration. Although Aunt Zhao was also moved, she still cursed and said, "These methods I taught you are to deal with your third master. Please don't use them on me. I can still be fooled by you."

Xiao Jixiang laughed embarrassedly and said coquettishly: "Grandma, what they are saying is the truth."

Jia Huan also laughed and paused. He suddenly lowered his voice and said softly: "Mom, let Xiao Jixiang live with you here first. Anyway, I can't live for too long. The old man in Xuanzhen Temple has been getting worse and less and less food. He has been practicing with Taoist priests more and more pills. He will not last long and become an immortal. At that time, I will convince the old lady to let you enjoy the happiness with me."

To be continued.

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