The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Not long after the disciple left, he brought in a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing.

This person is naturally Sheng Qingye’s father, Sheng Yuezheng.

He was dressed in a dark green gauze robe, with a strong and upright figure and a handsome appearance, especially his eagle-like eyes, which were filled with a terrifying light. It was obvious that he had been fighting for many years.

In his hand, he held a snow-white sword.

When he walked in and saw Tang Yixien, his eyes jumped slightly, and then a light flashed in them.

The person in front of him was different from Tang Yixien whom he had seen before.

"Meet Master Tang."

After Sheng Yuezheng saluted, he looked at Tang Yixien inadvertently.

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, which made Tang Yixin feel a little uncomfortable.

Sheng Qingye immediately stepped forward, bowed his head obediently and said,

"The son has met his father."

Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao also came over and bowed as juniors.

Sheng Yuezheng nodded slightly and looked at the two of them with a faint smile.

But when his gaze returned to Sheng Qingye, his expression became visibly cold.

Sheng Qingye stood aside with his head bowed.

Tang Yixien felt like a little tiger seeing a big tiger.

At this point, no matter what, the little tiger had to put away his claws.

"Qingye, how long have you not been back home?" Sheng Yuezheng's voice was low and majestic.

It makes people feel scared when they hear it.

"My son has realized his mistake."

This is what Sheng Qingye often says, and I'm used to it.

Anyway, it’s not wrong, that’s it.

He really hasn't been home since he married Tang Yixin.

No wonder the head of the Sheng family came looking for him.

"It seems that if I don't come, you won't go back. Do you remember what day it is in three days?"

Sheng Qingye lowered his head and thought.

I thought to myself, it’s over.

This is a gift proposition.

Tang Yixin was also worried about Sheng Qingye at this time.

He wanted to help, but his father was teaching his son a lesson, and as his master, he couldn't interfere.

Jin Xiaoxiao, who was standing next to him, had a gloating smile in her calm eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and clenched his palms.

He knew what day it was.

At this moment, Sheng Yuezheng coughed slightly and said as if to hide his embarrassment,

"Your birthday is in three days. There will be a banquet at the mansion and the invitations have been sent out."

Sheng Qingye didn't sweat and let out a long breath.

He even forgot his own birthday.

"Yes, father. Your son understands."

Sheng Qingye saluted and replied.

Ever since Sheng Yuezheng walked into the yard, Sheng Qingye didn't dare to look at his face.

He was brought up with too strict an upbringing.

At this moment, Sheng Yuezheng's dignified and serious expression softened, and he turned to Tang Yixuan and asked in a tentative tone,

"My son has troubled Master Tang. Would you be so kind as to visit my humble abode on my son's birthday?"

The Sheng family still has a very high status in the Tang family. The head of the Sheng family said this very politely and sincerely, and it also showed respect for Tang Yixien.

Sheng Yuezheng was not a person who would curry favor with the powerful. He had heard about Tang Yixin's victory over the demon Bai Liang and felt a certain amount of admiration for him.

The Sheng family has been fighting against the demons for many years, and he is very clear about the strength of Chimei Bailiang.

Rumor has it that it was the work of Tang Yixien’s three disciples.

But he knew the strength of Chi Mei Bai Liang. Although these three disciples were the best among the younger generation, they were still no match for Chi Mei Bai Liang.

However, Tang Yixin, a man with almost no cultivation, led them away safely and broke the formation.

His opinion of Tang Yixien has changed a lot.

Moreover, the handsome and bright eldest son of the Tang family in front of him might very well be the Taoist partner of his eldest son in the future, and they might even be a family.

"Master Sheng, you are too polite. As his master, it is my disciple's birthday and I should come to congratulate him." Tang Yixien said.

When Sheng Yuezheng heard this, a look of surprise and joy flashed across his face, and then he nodded.

Sheng Qingye's eyes lit up at this moment.

"Well, you'll be welcome then. I'll take my leave now."

Sheng Yuezheng glanced back at Sheng Qingye, then turned around and said goodbye.

"Master, will you really go to my birthday party?" Sheng Qingye asked hurriedly after seeing his father leave.

"Of course, as a teacher, I must attend my disciple's birthday."

The reason why Sheng Qingye asked this was because the eldest son of the Tang family almost never attended any banquets of any aristocratic family.

The original owner, Tang Yixien, almost never left the house.

Therefore, not many people have seen him.

At this time, Xuan Yuran's face was a little gloomy, and he rubbed his hands slightly in his sleeves.

Three days later is Sheng Qingye’s birthday, which is the eighth day of the seventh month.

And that day was also his birthday.

He and Sheng Qingye were born on the same day.

Sheng Qingye's father remembered his birthday and came personally to tell Sheng Qingye to go back.

He looked at Sheng Qingye inviting his master.

He couldn't help feeling sad, a sense of desolation rising from the bottom of his heart and spreading to every part of his body.

It was a feeling of detachment and powerlessness.

I wonder which woman's arms his father is in right now.

He didn't even remember that he had a son.

Then he laughed at himself again. He thought, "You're already so old, why are you still celebrating your birthday? How childish."

Sheng Qingye was talking about the embarrassing things that happened at his birthday party last year, and Jin Xiaoxiao was mocking Sheng Qingye for not even remembering his own birthday.

He just thought of it.

Xuan Yuran felt inexplicably sad and turned away.

Tang Yixin was the first to notice Xuan Yuran's red figure leaving.

He attached great importance to all three disciples. Looking at Xuan Yuran's back with his head slightly lowered, he always felt that something was wrong.

It was evening in a blink of an eye.

In the study, Tang Yixin was reading a sword manual. Just when he saw the second move, he heard a ding sound.

The system is online.

"Congratulations to the host for the smooth progress and obtaining one thousand points. You don't know that the database was dragging its feet at the beginning and actually withheld points. I couldn't bear it, so I infected it with a virus and it became obedient." Youyou said.

.....

"The database is afraid that you'll get a virus?"

"It's scared. I don't know why it's scared."

Tang Yixin felt that he liked this system more and more, and it gave him a sense of security.

At this moment, Tang Yixian put down the sword manual in his hand and asked,

"By the way, Youyou, there's one more thing I need to look up some information for."

"OK, host, you say."

"Help me find out when Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao's birthdays are."

"OK"

A sound of system searching was heard.

Since he went to celebrate Sheng Qingye's birthday, he also wanted to know the birthdays of Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao.

He didn't want to favor one over the other, and he always wanted to treat his three disciples equally.

Even if it is not fair, we must keep it firm.