Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

Xiao Pingan doesn't care much about other people's ridicule. It's like an ant provoking you. Will you take it to heart? Of course not. After all, it can be stepped on to death at will. But Xiao Rong can't stand it.

It's okay to laugh at yourself, but it's not okay to laugh at your starling. Although people in the whole capital look down on the starling, the starling has been good to him since he was a child. So Xiao Rong feels that she should protect the starling well.

Although Xiao Rong is only sixteen years old and looks outstanding, like a lotus in clear water and a beautiful girl, because she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, she is as good as a man and has a hot temper. At a young age, her martial arts have reached the peak of the first grade.

Ahem, although this realm is nothing, it is still ranked among a group of wealthy families. After all, most wealthy families can't bear a little hardship, so their martial arts can be imagined.

Dengdengdeng.

Xiao Rong walked up to the fat boy angrily and shouted, "Ye Wudao, shut up. You are so fat yourself. What right do you have to laugh at my brother?"

Ye Wudao is from the Ye family, one of the four major families in Beijing.

The Ye family is not only a noble family in Beijing, but his father, Ye Hetu, is also the Minister of Dali Temple. His grandfather, Ye Tianxiong, was once the Prime Minister. However, he is now retired at home, but no one dares to look down on Ye Tianxiong.

This man not only has countless students and former officials, but he himself is a ninth-rank scholar.

His strength is extraordinary.

Others are afraid of this little hot pepper, but Ye Wudao is not afraid. Whether it is his family background or his own martial arts, they are enough to crush Xiao Rong. Ye Wudao himself is a second-rank early martial artist.

"I'm talking about your brother, what's wrong?"

Ye Wudao raised his neck and said arrogantly.

He looks like he deserves a beating.

"I want you to apologize to my starling."

Xiao Rong took a fighting stance.

She looked like she was going to fight if they didn't agree on anything.

"You want me to apologize? Hehe, dream on."

"Okay, okay. You don't want to apologize, right? I'll fight..."

Xiao Rong wanted to rush over.

But she was pulled back by Xiao Ping'an.

"Starling, let me go. I must teach this fat guy a lesson today."

"Don't. This is the Seventh Princess' poetry gathering. We can't let blood flow. This kind of trash can be dealt with at any time. There's no rush." ​​Xiao Ping'an said.

Hearing this.

Ye Wudao almost laughed his teeth off.

A waste actually said that he could deal with himself, a young genius in the early second grade, at any time.

It's really funny.

"Hmph, I'll let you go today. If it weren't for Sister Xue's poetry gathering, I tell you, you're done today."

Xiao Rong, who was pulled away by Xiao Ping'an, stared at Ye Wudao and said hatefully.

"Tsk, there's something wrong."

Ye Wudao gave the two people a look of contempt.

Especially Xiao Rong, damn it, as long as she dares to make a move, then Ye Wudao will let her know why the monkey's butt is so red.

Just then.

Another little fat man hurried over with people.

"Hello, little prince."

"Wow, little prince, you have become handsome again."

"Brother Hengda, you are late."

As soon as Zhang Jian appeared, countless people greeted him enthusiastically.

It can be said.

The treatment he received was very different from the treatment Xiao Pingan received. One person is loved by everyone, and the other is ignored by dogs...

Zhang Jian responded appropriately one by one.

Then.

Came to Ye Wudao's side.

Looking at each other, he said very seriously: "Brother Wanda, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Jian, the third son of King Jing, with the courtesy name Hengda.

Ye Wudao, the legitimate son of the Ye family, the second son, with the courtesy name Wanda.

The relationship between the two is pretty good.

"What happened?"

"You just had a conflict with Xiao Ping'an."

"It wasn't a conflict, he was scolded by me, and he ran away with his sister in shame."

Ye Wudao said smugly.

"Evergrande, you are confused."

"Ah, why am I confused."

"We were deceived by that kid Xiao Ping'an."

"What do you mean?"

"He is actually a master of masters of masters, a very powerful one." Zhang Jian touched his lips and said gloomily.

He had his front teeth broken by Xiao Ping'an.

The two front teeth now are fake. After all, the front teeth will not grow again, unless he reaches the realm of martial saint, after blood transfusion, he can regenerate flesh and blood. At that time, even if he is a eunuch, he will become a man again and regain his masculinity.

Not to mention growing front teeth.

However.

Zhang Jian has self-knowledge. Although he thinks he is a super genius, he is not arrogant enough to think that he can become a martial saint. After all, there are only three martial saints in the whole Daqian.

"I don't believe it.. "

Ye Wudao shook his head.

"Alas, I'm not lying to you, really, you don't know, yesterday in Fenghuaxueyue Tower, I was having dinner with a few friends, this bad Xiao Ping'an, actually..."

Zhang Jian told his previous experience, but he didn't say that his two front teeth were made by alchemists, which can be fake and real, and ordinary people can't tell.

But, front teeth are good.

Of course, your own is good.

Just when the two were whispering.

Over there, a handsome young man in white.

Started to write poetry.

On the Luo River, a tall and straight young man was seen, brushing, opening his folding fan, looking at the surging river, and chanting affectionately:

"The lake light reflects the clear sky, and the green shadows sway with endless rhyme.

The breeze gently blows the ripples, and the green waves are endless.

The lakeside grass is green and the willows on the shore dance in the spring breeze.

The fishermen sing and sail far away in the evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun is particularly red. "

"Good. Master Hao Tong is worthy of being the first talent in the capital. This poem can be passed down through the ages."

"Wow, what a good poem, Master Hao Tong, you are so talented."

"Master Hao Tong, I want to have a baby with you."

"Master Hao Tong, I love you. ”

This Hao Tong is the grandson of Hao Ren, one of the four prime ministers. He is a very famous child prodigy in the capital. It is said that Hao Tong could speak at the age of one, write at the age of two, and recite poems at the age of three.

When he was eight years old, he could speak fluently.

He can create an excellent poem.

Now he is eighteen years old and has long been famous in the capital. He is the dream lover of thousands of girls in the capital. However, this Hao Tong is noble by nature, noble in character, loyal, and always likes the Seventh Princess. He has no color for other women. He is hard-hearted.

Therefore, he has another title that people talk about with relish, called: Pure Love Talent.

"This is really a good poem."

A middle-aged man with a dignified appearance and a mustache touched his beard and said with a smile: "If there are no good poems, then the first place in our poetry meeting should be chosen between Hao Tong and the Seventh Princess. "

This middle-aged man is Ye Xiang.

A great scholar of the seventh rank.

He is a little stronger than Cen Feng.

Cen Feng smiled and nodded: "That's exactly what Brother Chunqiu said."

Ye Xiang, whose courtesy name is Chunqiu, is the vice president of the Shilin Academy.

And Cen Feng is also one of the bigwigs of the Shilin Academy. This Shilin Academy is a holy place for scholars in Daqian. Sixty percent of Daqian's officials come from this place.