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

Jin Xiaoxiao always seems to be smiling, but in fact she cares about very few things.

I feel indifferent.

There are so many girls around him, like a revolving lantern.

He mingled in that sea of ​​flowers, always giving generous tips without making any rude requests.

I've never heard of where he spent the night, or where he hung out with anyone.

The external reputation is quite good!

He is a playboy in broad daylight.

Little Phoenix didn't notice it, he was fully focused on reading the ancient book given to him by his master.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening and the sunset dyed half the sky red.

Tang Yixin was meditating and practicing alone in the room.

Youyou has already instilled the original owner's cultivation method into him.

He didn't drink the medicine his uncle gave him today. Maybe it was a psychological effect, but he felt his tendons and veins were much more relaxed than before.

But the spiritual roots in his body remained unchanged. It seemed that the poison had penetrated deep into his tendons and veins.

He had asked Youyou to analyze the elemental composition of the bowl of medicine.

An hour later...

The main ingredients of traditional Chinese medicine are already in Tang Yixin's mind.

It's all chemical symbols.

Just as he expected, some of the corresponding effects can cleanse the marrow and dissipate spiritual power.

Tang Yixien frowned slightly. This kind of poisoning was really insidious. The amount used was very low, and it was difficult to detect the toxicity in this world.

It seeps slowly into the body and cannot serve as evidence at all.

If his uncle denied it outright, there would be nothing he could do.

If you can't kill the enemy with one blow, you have to bide your time.

The current situation is that he has to find a way to make an antidote.

In Tang Yixian's uncle's study.

Tang Tianao was drinking tea with a sarcastic look on his face, a look of disdain on his face.

Tang Tianao is Tang Yixin's half-brother.

He took a sip of tea,

"He's such a wimp, he's still called a master. He's just a furnace, he should just find a Taoist partner. If that doesn't work, two will do."

Tang Ziyu, Tang Yixian's uncle, coughed lightly and reminded him,

"Tianao, be careful with your words."

"What's the point? If anyone dares to tell anyone here, I'll tear his mouth apart."

Seeing this, the servants quickly left the study.

At this moment, Tang Tianao's eyes slipped, and then he sneered,

"How about we invite my father over tomorrow to see how my brother teaches the three disciples?"

Tang Ziyu thought about it and nodded slightly without comment.

But he knew Sheng Qingye well. He was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, unwilling to submit to anyone and as competitive as his father.

Seeing that his uncle agreed, Tang Tianao happily slapped the table and stood up.

"Then let's do this. Let father see how he can be a master."

The next day, Tang Ziyu deliberately mentioned Tang Yixian in front of the Lord Tang Yuncang, and then took the Lord to Biling Villa.

Tang Yixien didn't expect that he would meet the father he picked up in this world so soon.

His father died when he was very young.

Now I found one in a book.

At least, I have the chance to call him father again.

For example, now, he was bowing with a proper and elegant look on his face, and called out "Father".

This sound surprised Tang Yuncang.

Tang Yixien in front of him was wearing an elegant green gown. He was bright and handsome, with a temperament like orchid.

This salute was also polite and neither humble nor arrogant, unlike the timid whisper before.

"Yes." Tang Yuncang agreed

However, he soon thought of Tang Yixien's mother, and his heart immediately settled down.

Thinking that he still had a furnace-cauldron physique after all, his expression grew even darker.

Tang Ziyu was standing aside, and was slightly surprised to see Tang Yixien's look, but when he saw Tang Yuncang's cold face, he instantly felt relieved.

He knew his brother too well and could not let go of what happened back then.

In the Biling Villa where Tang Yixin lived, the front hall and his inner room were separated by a corridor. It was morning, and the spring sunlight outside the house was separated by the window lattices into beams of light.

Tang Yuncang was dressed in a purple-gray robe. He was tall and had an awe-inspiring aura that made the air feel a little oppressive.

Perhaps it was really a long time since we last met, Tang Yuncang didn't know what to say to his eldest son, he said coldly,

"Are you satisfied with the disciple you accepted?"

Tang Yixian looked respectful and humble, and replied cheerfully,

"Sui Xin, they are all children of famous families, so naturally there is nothing they don't like."

Tang Yixien was thinking, what a joke! How could a father find a male Taoist companion for his son?

Tang Yuncang's expression relaxed slightly, and he nodded as if satisfied.

Tang Ziyu, who was standing by, couldn't sit still any longer. He then asked in a hypocritical tone, pretending to be concerned.

"The three disciples are currently doing morning training, right?"

Disciples of the Tang family, unless they are going out for trials, have the rule of practicing from morning to noon.

Tang Ziyu asked this question deliberately just to embarrass Tang Yixin. He was sure that the three disciples were either still sleeping or had gone out.

Tang Yixian's eyes flickered slightly, and he said hesitantly,

"Uncle, that's right."

"Oh? That's perfect. Take me and the Lord to have a look."

Tang Ziyu looked at Tang Yixin and thought he was probably lying.

"They are doing morning exercises in the courtyard." Tang Yixien said hesitantly.

"It's okay, take us to have a look." Tang Ziyu said, and without giving any further explanation, he stood up.

In this way, the three of them walked through the corridor and headed towards the backyard.

The yard was overgrown with weeds and flowers blooming everywhere in no particular order.

A kind of beauty in chaos.

Seeing the scene in the yard, Tang Yuncang frowned, realizing that he seemed to have neglected his eldest son too much in the past few years.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to let people see that the yard of the eldest son of the Tang family is so dilapidated?

Especially now, the young master of the Sheng family, the Jin family, and the demon clan all live in this villa.

His face gradually became uglier, greener than the grass in the yard.

After walking for a while, Tang Ziyu stopped and said with raised eyebrows,

"My dear nephew, where are they doing morning exercises? It can't be..."

Tang Ziyu simply couldn't believe that they were really doing morning exercises.

If it was discovered that the disciples were absent, Tang Yixin would naturally be accused of teaching his disciples improperly.

This is just the beginning.

Tang Yixien smiled and said, "It's right here," Tang Yixien said as he pushed aside a pile of weeds beside him.

Behind the weeds, from a distance, I could see three people standing outside the pavilion.

A fight broke out...

Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao were sparring enthusiastically, with chains and fans flying everywhere, creating countless ice crystals and splashing water in the air, making tinkling sounds.

One is an ice-type spiritual root, the other is a water-type spiritual root.

There was also Xuan Yuran in red, who was trying to persuade them, saying, "Stop fighting!" The talismans he cast were flying all over the sky.

The yard was already a mess, with talismans blowing in the wind and weeds flying and swirling in the sky.

Tang Yuncang looked at the two people fighting, and the demon tribe beside them, which were a mess of gold, black and red.

His face was filled with mixed emotions.

Although Tang Ziyu was surprised that they were all there, he was secretly happy in his heart. Sure enough, these three people were a drama.

He wanted to see how Tang Yixien would end up.

Tang Yixien hurried over, clenched his fist in front of his lips, and coughed lightly in a cold and restrained manner.

Sheng Qingye then solemnly restrained his posture. Although there was still a fierce look of dissatisfaction in his eyes, he stopped.

Like a wild horse, the reins were pulled in an instant.

Seeing this, Jin Xiaoxiao beside her also stood up reluctantly and straightened her golden clothes.

Xuan Yuran was of course standing aside, looking relieved.

After the three people stood up, they bowed their heads and said

"My Lord, Uncle Tang, Master."

Tang Ziyu was stunned, and his slightly old eyes widened slightly.

Is the person standing in front of me and saluting the arrogant and unruly Sheng Qingye?

He didn't know that Sheng Qingye was afraid of having his credits deducted.

Tang Yuncang cleared his throat twice, and Wei Ling stared at the three people, making people feel a little cold, and then nodded.

The families of these two young masters from aristocratic families are currently the greatest supporters to his Tang family.

One is the Sheng family, which is famous for its military strength and power.

One is the financially powerful Jin family.