Mythical First Love Handbook

On the day when the feudal dynasty was overthrown, the palaces and buildings of the Heavenly Court collapsed in an instant.In an instant, whether it was resplendent or resplendent, or filled with immortal energy, it all turned into dust that filled the sky, flying around and disappearing.The Emperor of Heaven knew that the era of the Eastern Gods had passed.They, gods, have become history that should be annihilated.

All the immortals gathered together for the last time, all the immortals, the Heavenly Emperor and the Mother of Heaven, the three Gods of War, the 28 Star Monarchs, the East, West, North, South, Four Sea Dragon Kings are here.The boy who sweeps the floor in the Tushita Palace, the little prince who can walk in the Dragon Palace, and Si Shaoliu who is holding the book he saved with Wenqu Xingjun, they are not missing any of them.

After that day, they all remembered that you will be a mortal in the future, and you will not be able to use magic in the future, and you must remember in the future that you cannot interfere with human history with things that cannot be done by human beings.

Violators will be punished with [-] lashes if they use one spell, and sixty lashes if they use two spells, increasing in turn.

The green bamboo whip is used to torture, the skin is rotten with one whip, the flesh is rotten with two whips, and the bones are cracked with three whips.Ten lashes are enough to beat a mortal into mud. Thirty lashes, even a god with a fairy body in the sky, will have flesh festered, bone marrow and wounds, and half his life is scarce.It can be seen how strict this regulation is.

If the son goes to interfere with the history of the human race with immortal methods, needless to say, there will be no mercy if he is beaten to death.

The gods and gods of the upper world scattered away, or followed the elders in the family to hide in the remote mountains and old forests, or lived in seclusion, or each had their own ambitions to make a living.

The God of War Yuanyang and the God of War Si Chen are not people who allow the mountains and rivers to be broken, and then hide themselves in peace.They entrusted Si Shaoliu to Wen Quxing.

It has always been like this, from childhood to adulthood, Si Shaoliu mostly followed his master, and rarely saw his parents, and was close to him when he was just born, but they left him within a few years and went to the battlefield.

It was the same on the day when the Heavenly Court collapsed, his parents entrusted him to the teacher and left.

The master sends love poems and books, but he has the pride of a literati.He entered the school, wanting to do his part for the family and the country.Mountains and rivers are overturned, year after year, and finally sigh, it is useless to be a scholar.

The teacher quit his job and asked Si Shaoliu what he wanted.

Naturally, he follows the teacher, and the man is ambitious, so he is willing to be mediocre, the vast mountains and rivers, his parents will guard him, and he will naturally guard it.If there are predecessors, there should naturally be descendants.He may not succeed in martial arts, but he hopes to write and do his best.

Qu Wen agrees to bring his boss Yuanzhao, but in the end he is just taking care of his parents on behalf of Si Yuanzhao.He sent a letter to the God of War Yuanyang and the God of War Si Chen, asking if he would allow Si Shaoliu to follow him to a difficult place.

In March, Qu Wen left Lin'an, and Si Shaoliu was taken to Beijing by his parents.

Si Shaoliu was entrusted to Yang Yi.

The former No. [-] God of War is different from many immortals, he became a businessman.In just a few years, he has a net worth that is among the best in Beijing.

Getting off the carriage, Si Shaoliu raised his head, and the word "Yang's Mansion" on the plaque was strong and powerful, with a sharp pen and sharp edge.

Si Shaoliu was also very surprised that someone like Yang Yi would have such sharp words.

He counted on his fingers, this was the third time he saw him.

For the first time, on the Rainbow Bridge, I will never forget it at first sight.

The second time, the sky turned to ashes, he stood at the forefront, and he fell at the end.

the third time……

Two steps behind his parents, he stepped over the high threshold, crossed the road in front of the hall, and saw the people who were walking quickly from the hall.With short hair, shirt, trousers and black leather shoes, he still looks handsome and gentle.

Si Shaoliu only glanced at it, but didn't dare to look any further.His parents greeted him, and he took a step back to listen to them attentively.His parents asked him to salute, so he stepped forward to salute.Both his parents and him were busy with things, so they asked him to stay with a few words, so Si Shaoliu said goodbye.

Yang Yi had arranged his room before he came, and it was next to Yang Yi's room.The same is true for the study, he deliberately cleaned out the room next to his study and let Yu Si Shaoliu settle it.He also explained to the butler that if Si Shaoliu didn't like it, he would let him see what he liked.

I like it, of course I like it.The residence arranged by Yang Yi, and the study room next door to Yang Yi are all favorites.

Si Shaoliu also saw the swallow's nest from under the eaves of his own house, and specifically asked the housekeeper to keep it and not drive it away.The butler naturally and respectfully agreed.

The housekeepers and servants in Yang Yi's mansion are all his heavenly soldiers, the gods of the Three Great Wars are famous, and Si Shaoliu's identity is here, so he will never neglect him.

Si Shaoliu didn't bring much clothes, but books, paper, paints and brushes filled a carload.The room was tidy in a short while, and it was barely tidy after staying in the study for an entire afternoon.

The sky became gloomy, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds. Si Shaoliu stuck out his head from the window.The angle of this window is very good, just enough to see the road beyond the gate, and anyone who comes can see clearly.

Si Shaoliu made a decision, so he put the desk facing the window, in the future when he sat in front of the desk, he could see people when he opened the window.Who do you want to see?Need to say more, it is naturally the one I want to see.

The housekeeper advised him to go eat first, Si Shaoliu took out his piano and put it on the table, his heart jumped, he was very nervous.He whispered, "Yang..."

There was a mistake as soon as he said it, he lowered his head, secretly blushing his cheeks and ears: "...Uncle, are you back?"

The housekeeper is a slightly older Heavenly Soldier, and he looks about 50 to [-] years old.When he looked at Si Shaoliu, he seemed to be looking at his own junior, unable to conceal his love.Seeing Si Shaoliu's introverted appearance, he loved him more and more, and said with a smile: "Young master, you don't have to be too cautious. You have come to Yang's mansion. Yang's mansion is your home. The third master has a lot of entertainment outside, so it doesn't matter if he comes back at night or not." The number is indefinite. The young master will eat when he is hungry, and we will naturally prepare again when the third master comes back. The third master doesn't care about those long evening etiquette, if he knows that we are so hungry, the young master will be a sin."

Si Shaoliu nodded: "Then...then don't worry about it."

He pointed to the drawing board, "I've just learned Western painting, the clouds are very bright today, can I draw a picture first. There's no rush for food." Well, it's only been a few years since I learned it.

"That's good, that's good." The housekeeper couldn't see Si Shaoliu's real intentions, and said yes with a smile, "Then I'll bring some snacks to the young master to cushion his stomach."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhong." Si Shaoliu thanked him.

"Young master, you are being polite." The housekeeper went out with a smile.

Si Shaoliu prepared the paint for the drawing board, moved everything to the door and set it up, and sat on the steps higher than the garden.He stared at the glow for a moment, then lowered his head and adjusted the paint.

When he picked up the pen, Caixia was already in his mind.When he writes, he has a plan in his chest, and his eyes are only on the canvas in a square inch.

Yang Yi came back really late.Nearly half of the candles in the red lanterns in front of the gate had been burned out. The moon pushed down the sun and hung itself on the sky.

Yang Mansion is not very big, just a few houses and a small courtyard.

Yang Yi loosened his tie cuffs as he walked. He drank a lot of wine, and his body still smelled of smoke from the miasma.Jiang Zeting was locked out of the door by him, let's climb the wall and come in by himself.

"old……"

He frowned, and was about to call for someone to come when he opened his mouth. He fetched water to get rid of the smell on his body, but he stopped his mouth when his eyes touched the dim light.

There are two rows of trees at the back of the hall, which is the study room, and the door of the study room is facing a path in the small garden.Yang Yi stood on the main road entering the door, and a thin figure could be vaguely seen through the trees.He remembered that Wenqu Xing Gao Tuke was in his house.

Yang Yi walked to the end of the road, turned a corner, and saw Si Shaoliu sitting on the steps of the door, smearing with a brush.As he approached, Si Shaoliu was still ignorant, and his mind was still glued to the canvas.

Mingming and other people are true, and painting is just an excuse to pass the time.But as soon as he calmed down, the person who should be waiting came back and stood behind him. He still didn't realize it, and he was focused on his canvas.

Yang Yi's eyes lingered on the ground around Si Shaoliu, there was nowhere to put his feet on the brushes, paints and knives all over the place.He had no choice but to bend down behind Si Shaoliu's side.

Seeing the shadow cast on the canvas, Si Shaoliu looked back subconsciously, and a hand struck right at this moment and stopped in front of his nose.

"It's dark, and the lights are far away, so be careful not to damage your eyes. Tomorrow, I'll install two lights here for you, and you can draw again."

It's Yang Yi.

Si Shaoliu was overjoyed, and pulled down the hand that was blocking his view, and saw, it really was.

"You're back."

The little boy didn't know how to hide his emotions, so he smiled when he was happy, and the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with joy.

This made Yang Yi stunned for a moment.He didn't smoke tobacco, so he would inevitably drink a lot. When he came back every night, two of the three times he was half drunk, and the other time he was ninety percent drunk and only half distracted.

Only then did he see clearly the face of the young man who could be called his little nephew.He is already a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old in the world, but the childishness and youthfulness that have not yet bloomed between his brows make him look several years younger.You said that it is okay to be seventeen or eighteen, and it is also okay to be sixteen or seventeen.

The facial features are exquisite, as if he picked out the handsome director of his parents.There is still a bit of soft baby fat on both sides of his face, but the facial features that have disappeared are deserted.With a bookish air, he has an extremely delicate, white and lovely appearance.

Yang Yi was dazzled by him, Si Shaoliu grabbed one hand, but felt itchy with the other hand, pinching the soft flesh on Si Shaoliu's cheek.The already gentle voice became softer and softer: "Are you waiting for me? If I don't come, will Lao Zhong not give you food?"

Si Shaoliu was caught in the face, and he was also stunned.Yang Yi's hands were a little rough, scratching the delicate skin of his cheeks, numb.Si Shaoliu's face was blown by the night wind for a long time, and it was already cold, but Yang Yi drank a lot of wine, and his whole body was steaming.The dry and warm hands were pressed against the slightly cool face, and the temperature suddenly passed, and it became more and more numb.

"...No..." Si Shaoliu panicked, only feeling that the cheeks that Yang Yi had stroked seemed to be ignited by sparks.Yang Yi's hand is the fire, he is the dried straw, and it caught fire all of a sudden, burning his whole body thoroughly in a short while, making him flustered by the heat.