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

He said that when he was a child, he practiced day and night.

He said that he used the chain to break up the flying stones for the first time.

In order to advance, he practiced in seclusion for a year without sleep.

The first time I went to the battlefield, my bones were broken, but later they were reconnected.

As expected, no one is made of iron and everyone gets hurt.

Thinking of Sheng Qingye's skillful bandage of the wound, Tang Yixian felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Sheng Qingye was indeed the one who had the hardest life among the three disciples since childhood.

The head of the Sheng family is really generous.

However, the Sheng family has only one son, so naturally they have high hopes for him.

Tang Yixin even sometimes thought that if it weren't for the Sheng family and the Jin family, the Tang family might not have been able to resist the demons in the past few hundred years.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye was like a majestic wolf, but he turned his belly over to people, revealing his most vulnerable side.

An inexplicable tenderness passed through Tang Yixien's heart.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye stood up and said:

"Fortunately, my face isn't injured, and there are no obvious scars on my body. I'm still very tender. Master, would you like to touch me?"

Tang Yixian: “…”

He shouldn't have been soft-hearted towards the wolf cub.

"Master doesn't want to touch." Tang Yixien turned around and faced Sheng Qingye.

"No...Master wants to touch me." Sheng Qingye's dominance was everywhere.

Including the fact that he is taking off his underwear now.

"I don't want to touch it." Tang Yixien took a long breath.

After a while...

"you think."

Tang Yixi stood up and hit someone.

In the evening, the aroma of food wafted through the Sheng family's front hall.

On a homely, rustic round table were four dishes and a soup.

This is the highest treatment the Sheng family offers guests.

The three of them sat around the table and had dinner.

Sheng Yuezheng looked at his lively son speechlessly, and Tang Yixin who looked at him with an understanding look.

Did they trick the young master of the Tang family into coming home?

Sheng Qingye didn't even pretend anymore, which made Sheng Yuezheng's face flush.

Although Sheng Qingye also lied to him, he did not expose it.

"Qingye has been naughty since he was young, so he should be beaten when he deserves one." Sheng Yuezheng suddenly said with a guilty look on his face.

......

This is standard parental speech.

"He's thick-skinned and can't be beaten..." Tang Yixien said half-jokingly.

Tang Yixin noticed the embarrassment of the Sheng family head, chuckled, picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, and then began to talk about swordsmanship and various swords.

The only hobby of the head of the Sheng family is various swords.

Sure enough, this one sentence resolved the embarrassment of the head of the Sheng family, and he immediately started chatting happily.

Sword style, swordsmanship, and sword maintenance.

That's just brilliant.

Sheng Qingye was sitting aside and was the one who was unpopular.

He suddenly discovered that both his father and master were sword practitioners.

"Master, we..." Sheng Qingye seemed completely unable to get a word in.

It was rare for him to see his father so elated.

Tang Yixien was completely unaware that the more this happened, the more the head of the Sheng family admired him and was unwilling to let him go.

"Qingye is truly blessed to have a master like you," said the head of the Sheng family.

After dinner, Sheng Qingye still couldn't drag Tang Yixin away, and the two discussed the magic weapon for a while.

After nightfall, the head of the Sheng family sent someone to arrange for a villa.

As an ancient martial arts family, the family rules are very strict.

The art of hospitality is also an ancestral teaching, especially for distinguished guests.

Sheng Qingye had no choice but to accompany Tang Yixin to the villa where the guests were staying.

Finally, under his father's majestic gaze, he walked out of the yard.

Tang Yixin thought that this father and son were really cute.

The decoration inside the house is clean and simple, and the bedding on the bed looks brand new.

After a sleepless night, Tang Yixin woke up the next morning to hear the sounds of training in the martial arts field.

I got up and washed, and sighed that they were indeed a family of martial arts.

The place where Tang Yixin lived was kept extremely clean, with rows of swords placed in the front hall.

Tang Yixien has been in Yuanzhi Continent for so long, and he found that he likes swords more and more.

On a morning in late spring and early summer, the air was filled with the smell of dew mixed with grass, and a refreshing breeze blew in from the window.

The swords standing there quietly are perfect as decoration.

Tang Yixien picked up one, drew the sword from its sheath, and it was shiny and sharp.

It seems that the Sheng family treats every sword well.

As soon as he put down his sword, Sheng Qingye strode into the yard in a dashing and nimble manner.

This straightforward and solemn figure seemed to coincide with the day when Sheng Qingye became a disciple.

The same figure, but completely different expressions.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye's deep eyes were flashing with stars, showing a bit of tenderness.

That was the look on his face when he saw his beloved, naturally completely different from before.

"Master, do you like looking at swords?"

Sheng Qingye got up early in the morning, washed his face, and came to find Tang Yixin with great interest.

As I stepped into the front hall, I saw Tang Yixin looking at a sword with great interest.

There are many guests coming to the Sheng family, but not many of them like swords so much.

Because the Sheng family gave away swords everywhere, and there were too many swords in the mansion.

"Master Sheng is indeed a sword lover." Tang Yixien put the sword back to its original place and chuckled.

"Disciple will take you to a place you will definitely like."

Behind the Sheng family martial arts training ground, there is a nine-story circular building. It looks pitch black and very inconspicuous.

Tang Yixin followed Sheng Qingye closer and realized that this building that looked like a big pancake was actually cast with extremely rare black iron and gold.

He suspected that this building was probably the best in the entire Sheng family.

Sheng Qingye took out his badge and inserted it into a depression in the wall.

boom--

With a dull sound, the heavy black iron door slowly opened inward.

The two walked through a small garden and came to the first floor of the building.

The circular corridor seemed to have no end in sight. Sheng Qingye pushed open a door and the two walked in.

With the movement, the space across the entire venue suddenly lit up.

Tang Yixien couldn't help but be shocked.

There were hundreds of sharp swords, with their tips pointing downwards, hanging in the space before his eyes. The tips of the swords flashed with light, as bright and vast as the galaxy.

Directly below this Sword Galaxy, there are sword sheaths inserted on the ground.

I have never seen anyone who owns so many swords, it is enough to shock people.

And this is just one floor.

This is a feast for sword cultivators, just like Mickey Mouse falling into a rice jar.

Tang Yixien was overwhelmed for a moment.

"Master, this is the Sheng family's sea of ​​swords. Here are the swords of the Sheng family from several lifetimes."

"Hmm. It's really shocking." Tang Yixien couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Seeing that his master liked it, Sheng Qingye's eyes showed a bit of pride.

For the first time, I felt that these swords were useful.

Sheng Qingye stretched out his palm towards the sea of ​​swords...

After a while...

Nothing happened.

Every sword in the sea of ​​swords is as steady as an old dog.

Sheng Qingye pulled his hand back awkwardly, looking unconvinced but helpless.

"Master, why don't you give it a try?"