When you become the elder sister of the male god [Comprehensive + Sword III]

Mingyi couldn't help covering her face and chuckling: "Brother, what do you do if you spoil Zhaoer so much and spoil him?"

Ye Fangming looked at Mingyi with soft eyes, and murmured in his heart: Oh, it's all a debt.

Ye Fangming looked indifferent when Mingyi was young, but didn't he actually dote on Mingyi?He spoiled all the big and small ones.

Ming Yi held Zhao'er's hand and said to Fang Ming: "Senior Brother, I took Zhao'er to see Daddy, and I will come to play with you later!"

"En." Fang Ming He Yang nodded.

After taking Zhao'er to visit Ye Ying and the others, Zhao'er stayed there playing around, and Ming Yi walked around alone.

The scenery of West Lake is still so beautiful, Ming Yi looked at the sparkling water and took a deep breath, feeling very happy.Every time I stay at Hidden Sword Villa, I always feel inexplicably at ease. This is the magic of home.

Ye Fangming saw the familiar back when he passed by with his things in his hands. The only one in Hidden Sword Villa that he could recognize at a glance was Ming Yi. He watched her grow from a fleshy little dumpling to a big girl. It's been too long.

"Mingyi." Ye Fangming still couldn't help calling out.

Mingyi turned around and waved at Ye Fangming with eyebrows bent: "Senior brother!"

Just like when she was a child, Ming Yi quickly ran over: "Brother, thank you for taking care of Zhao'er."

Ye Fangming shook his head slightly: "Zhao'er is very cute, there is no need to say thanks between you and me."

"Yeah, senior brother, this time I'm going to take Zhao'er back for a while, you won't be angry." Seeing how close her senior brother and son are, Ming Yi is very relieved, but she doesn't know if she wants to take Zhao'er away. Brother will not be very sad.

Ye Fangming reached out and rubbed Mingyi's head: "I don't mind, but you have to remember to teach Zhao'er the sword skills well."

He always felt a little flustered in his heart. Although Ming Yi had grown up, in Fang Ming's eyes, he was still a child who hadn't grown up. It was convenient for an older child with a small doll.

Mingyi stood up straight and made a gesture: "I promise to complete the task!"

"Pfft, you, you." Ye Fangming said dotingly.

The two walked side by side under the weeping willows on the bank, Ye Fangming's peripheral vision moved to Mingyi's face, Mingyi was very happy, his face was flushed, and his whole face was filled with a smile.

Just be happy, that's what Ye Fangming wants.

Mingyi suddenly saw a place, and she immediately pulled Ye Fangming in. Ye Fangming shook his head helplessly, she was already a mother of a child, and she was still so lively.

When he arrived at the place full of flowers, Ming Yi clapped his hands and said, "Brother, do you still remember this place?"

"I remember." How could he not remember, there are good memories here.

"I remember that I was naughty when I was a child. I ran around here and there, and then you came here anxiously, senior brother." Ming Yi lowered her head. She often made Fang Ming worry about her when she was a child.

"In a blink of an eye, you've grown up." Ye Fangming reached out and broke off a flower, walked over and put it on Mingyi's hair, "Do you still remember when you naughtily put the flower on my head?"

Mingyi suddenly felt that the boy in the back house was guilty, his eyes were rolling around, and then he covered his face directly: "Well, brother, don't talk about my naughty things."

"Okay, don't say it, don't say it." Ye Fangming sighed, "Don't be so naughty in the future."

"Sure." Mingyi said confidently, she will not be naughty anymore, she is so old, if she is worried, she should be worried about Zhao'er.

Suddenly, Ming Yi wanted to surprise Ye Fangming and said, "Brother, turn around, turn around quickly."

Ye Fangming was so helpless that Mingyi turned around immediately.

Mingyi's hands emitted a faint light, and the light spots did not reach the surrounding flowers, and the surrounding flowers bloomed in an instant.

Mingyi smiled lightly: "Brother, you said a long time ago that you wanted to see how flowers bloom all year round, how about it?"

Ye Fangming looked at the blooming flowers, his eyes were red, he didn't expect Mingyi to remember what he said casually.

"nice."

"It's good that senior brother likes it." Ming Yi changed his gesture again, and the flowers were slowly closed and retracted.

Ming Yi pursed her lips: "If I'm not in this world, my mana will be limited, or else I can show my brother more beautiful flowers."

Ye Fangming looked at Mingyi and said, "This is enough."

He was already satisfied, and it was a blessing in his life to be able to see such a spectacle.

The two went to look at the place they had walked before, and they were full of nostalgia, nostalgia for the carefree time before.

After staying in Hidden Sword Villa for a month, Mingyi took Zhao'er back.

Ye Ying went to see them off in person, and Zhao'er held Ye Ying reluctantly and said, "Grandpa, can you go with Zhao'er?"

"That's not where grandpa should go. If Zhao'er misses grandpa, come back with Mingyi." Although Ye Ying misses them, she also knows that they don't belong here now, and he also belongs here.

Originally, I thought that we would never meet again, but now I am very satisfied to see each other once in a while.People must know how to be content, and only when contented can they be happy.

Zhao'er pursed her lips and said, "Yes."

Ming Yi said to Ye Ying and the others: "Daddy, senior brother, you should take care of yourself."

Zhao'er also waved her little hand: "Grandpa, take care, Master."

A circle of light appeared, and Mingyi walked in holding Zhao'er's hand, and the figures of the two gradually disappeared in front of them.

As soon as they landed, Yang Chan rushed over. When Yang Chan saw Zhao'er who had grown up a lot, she was very surprised.

"Zhao'er is already this big."

Zhao'er saw Yang Chan and immediately called sweetly: "Auntie."

"Zhao'er is really sensible." Yang Chan was a little sad, Zhao'er couldn't wear the little clothes she sewed, how could she have thought that Zhao'er would grow up so big all of a sudden.

Yang Jian came over immediately after feeling the aura of Mingyi and Zhao'er. When he saw Zhao'er, he also looked dazed. The last time he saw his son was still a small dumpling, but now he has become a big dumpling!

"Daddy!" Zhao'er squeezed hard into Yang Jian's arms. Although he liked Hidden Sword Villa very much, he also missed his father. Every time he saw his brother and sister coquettishly in his father's arms, he would miss Yang Jian.

Blood is thicker than water, and the relationship between father and son can be replaced by other things.

The family had dinner happily, and came back to wash up after taking a walk outside.Mingyi and Yang Jian were about to rest when they heard a knock on the door, Mingyi went to open the door and leaned over to look: "Zhaoer, why didn't you sleep?"

Zhao'er embraced the pillow and said, "I want to sleep with my father and mother."

"Okay."

As soon as Mingyi agreed, Zhaoer ran straight to the bed and lay in the middle, Yang Jian was so tired, Mingyi finally came back and was destroyed by Zhaoer again, shit.

After the whole family lay down, Zhao'er held Mingyi in one arm and Yang Jian in the other: "Father, mother, good night."

Both of them kissed Zhaoer's forehead: "Good night."

This night, Zhao'er slept very soundly, he only felt warm and cozy with his parents around him.

Waking up in the morning, Zhao'er was practicing swordsmanship, while Yang Chan watched and wanted to practice.

Yang Chan was practicing just now, Zhao'er frowned and pouted, "Auntie, you have to practice martial arts hard!"

If this was hiding the sword, Yang Chan would definitely be reprimanded by his master for acting like this.

Yang Chan was embarrassed, well, she knew that her martial arts were so-so.

"Come on, aunt, I'll teach you!" Zhao'er immediately became interested. He felt that aunt must practice martial arts well, or she would be beaten to the ground by others.

Yang Chan patted her precious lotus lantern: "Zhaoer, my aunt has a lotus lantern for protection."

Zhao'er said solemnly: "Auntie, the Lotus Lantern is an external force. If the Lotus Lantern is lost, what will you do if you are in danger again? You must practice martial arts well."

What she said was reasonable as a friend, Yang Chan couldn't refute it, she thought that since she had nothing to do, it would be good to practice martial arts together.

When Mingyi learned that Yang Chan was going to practice swordsmanship with Zhaoer, he immediately started to forge swords. How can he do without a good sword!

Yang Chan is not suitable for the epee of hidden swords, she has a light body and elegant swordsmanship, so Mingyi thought about casting a light and soft sword for Yang Chan, but here the swords used by gods are different from those used by ordinary people , Mingyi has to read the book carefully to find suitable materials.

When practicing sword, Zhao'er followed Ye Fangming's example and began to teach Yang Chan. Although the sword moves of Tibetan sword are not suitable for Yang Chan, the basics are still the same.

Yang Chan felt a little sad in her heart, her eldest nephew was very serious, but he had such a cute face, he just wanted to laugh when he saw it.

I have to say that when hiding the sword, Zhao'er's foundation was particularly solid, and there was no problem teaching Yang Chan. Yang Chan couldn't help but sigh, she couldn't compare to her eldest nephew, how old is her eldest nephew, she has been nothing for so many years alive.

Yang Jian watched his son teaching his younger sister and began to reflect on himself. For so many years, he seemed to have failed to teach Yang Chan martial arts properly. It was his dereliction of duty. Zhaoer was right. After all, the Lotus Lantern was an external force. What will Yang Chan do if one day is gone and he can't protect Yang Chan?She can only rely on herself.

Ever since, Yang Jian also began to guide Yang Chan's martial arts, spells, etc., Yang Chan's face was bewildered, she felt bitter, shit.

My brother and nephew are usually soft and nice to her, but when it comes to martial arts...

"Auntie, you are wrong, it should be like this, start over."

"Third sister, casting spells like this won't work, it's too slow!"

"..." Yang Chan wanted to cry quietly for a while, her master, Nu Wa, used to treat her as a free range, so how could she have taught her like that.

Although it was a bit bitter, Yang Chan felt very fulfilled, and the loneliness and emptiness before had disappeared.