"Young man, I have a great journey. How could an old guy like me, who is buried in my neck, block his way over his own ability? Haha, don't worry, soon I will submit a report to support Bozhou in two and you will control the Southern Six Mansions!"

"Thank you, the An family has supported me, Ye Xiaotian, and Ye Xiaotian is unforgettable!"

Ye Xiaotian was about to kneel down when he lifted his robe. Old Master An hurriedly helped him, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Young Master An couldn't help but have a cold war, as if he saw foxes with both old and young, baring their teeth and cracking their mouths.

Ye Xiaotian left Shuixi and went to Hongfeng Lake first. Although the Xia family in Hongfeng Lake ranks in the second tier of the Tusi family, it has a very high prestige. Moreover, because the Xia family has helped other Tusi families a lot, they rarely ask for help, so many local officials from all parties owe the Xia family favors. How can this help be avoided?

Ye Xiaotianxia stayed at home for three days, and then set out on her way home. But Ye Xiaotian did not go down the river and returned to Shiqian. Instead, he stopped halfway and climbed to Xiaoxitian. When Ye Xiaotian came, he did disappear near Xiaoxitian for three days, but has he really visited the head of the Song family?

True or false, false or true, who can tell clearly?

In the Xiaoxitian, the core members of the Song clan are discussing matters at this moment.

An old man with gray hair over fifty years old said slowly: "For many years, my Song family has been thinking about exploring the power across the river. Unfortunately, with the Yang family in Bozhou blocking it, they have never been able to move forward. Now is an excellent opportunity and cannot be missed!"

Another wrinkled old man was over 20 years older than him. He sighed softly and said, "But this time, my Song family took action too late. It was obvious that it was an opportunity to cross the river, but he was slow to take action and missed a great opportunity. Now the Six Southern Palaces are all under the control of Ye Xiaotian. If we have the idea of ​​fighting with the Six Southern Palaces, we are afraid we will have a conflict with Ye Xiaotian!"

"So what about Ye Xiaotian? Are our Song family afraid of him?" This is a middle-aged man in his thirties and just thirty years old.

"Think about crossing the river? Haha, yes, Bozhou is over, but the old fox in Shuixi is still staring at him. He is willing to agree? Ye Xiaotian, who can jump to a position that is almost comparable to my Song family in a short time, isn't it easy for him to go with him? The young emperor of the court is very cunning. Do you think he will agree to let my Song family cross the river?"

Someone immediately refuted that this man was in his thirties, and the two were obviously in a competitive position in the Song family. In any occasion, they would inevitably show themselves and attack each other's opinions.

At this time, a guard walked in lightly, leaned over and whispered a few times in the head of the family's ear. The head of the Song family frowned and said, "Let's discuss here for now. Let's think about it carefully when you go back, how should my Song family decide at this time. OK! Let's disperse!"

The head of the Song family left the hall and turned to the back house in a hurry. Before he walked far, Song Tiandao came up and said in a frustration: "Dad, I have said a long time ago, please let my sister go to the temple, but you said it would be better to let her relax. Now, my sister was bewitched by the old nun and insisted on becoming a monk. Look..."

"This girl! Why are you so mean! Tian Binfei has long turned into a ball of scattered mud. This girl...ah!"

When the head of the Song family mentioned the daughter who gave him a headache, his eyebrows couldn't help but locked tightly.

Since Song Xiaoyu avenged Tian Binfei, because she was more cheerful by nature, she gradually relieved her sadness. She just wanted to find another man as outstanding as Tian Binfei to replace the man in her heart who was extremely outstanding and made her admire her since childhood. It was not so easy.

When he was lonely, Song Xiaoyu often went to places like nunners and Taoist temples. Who would have thought that after coming and going, he actually had the idea of ​​becoming a monk, which made the Song family very helpless.

The head of the Song family walked for a while and walked down to his daughter's embroidery building. Suddenly, he stopped again, looked back and said viciously to Song Tiandao: "That old nun, I hope that the people from my Song family will enter her temple to practice. Relying on the power of the Song family, I will become the first mountain gate of the Little West Heaven! Annoying! Isn't it hateful! Think of a way to tear her Sansheng Temple for me! Humph! She wants to destroy my daughter, so I will destroy her mountain gate!"

Song Tiandao was stunned and said, "This...father, it may be inappropriate to destroy the temple!"

The Song family leader glared and said, "What's wrong? As the saying goes, it's better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a relative! The old nun wanted to harm my daughter for life for his own selfish desires. Even the Buddha would hate her and hate her. Go!"

Song Tiandao swallowed his saliva and lowered his head and said, "Yes!"

At this time, Ye Xiaotian had already walked to the door of the Song family mansion. Along the way, he was like traveling around the mountains and rivers. He saw the beautiful scenery and bowed to the temple, leisurely and unconsciously, and he didn't even think he was going to come to the Song family to negotiate major events.

In the back house, the head of the Song family went to the embroidery building and persuaded him earnestly, but Song Xiaoyu was already stubborn. Seeing that his father was extremely sad, she laughed. She held her father's arm and said softly: "Dad, don't be sad. Even if my daughter becomes a monk, she will still be in this little west. If my father misses her daughter, she can go and see me at any time."

Song Xiaoyu sighed softly, leaned on his father's shoulder, and said in a daze: "Dad, my daughter is not sad about the death of the eldest son of Xintian. It has been so long, how can he still live in sadness? I just think that the life of a monk is very good!"

Song Xiaoyu's natural beautiful smile eyes, which were curved like a crescent moon, narrowed gently and said intoxicatedly: "Strive under the shade of the tree, bring a volume of Buddhist scriptures, sit on the stone by the spring, slowly fry a stove of tea next to it, quiet, peaceful... My daughter likes such a life."

A lively and cheerful girl actually yearned for life in the Zen temple. The head of the Song family really felt a little crying: "Daughter, how old are you? You go to the temple to watch it occasionally, and you feel that such a life is leisurely and free. In fact, if you really want to be in it, you will feel bored. The ancient Buddha of the green lamp has white hair, and such lonely days..."

Before the Song family leader finished speaking, Song Xiaoyu said, "I can't do it! I entered the ancient temple in the early morning, and the sun shone on the high forest. The winding paths lead to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep. The mountain lights please the birds, and the shadows of the pond are empty. All sounds are silent, but I hear the sounds of bells and chimes... How poetic and beautiful..."

The head of the Song family rolled his eyes and said, "The bird poet who wrote this poem has never become a monk."

Song Xiaoyu pouted and said coquettishly: "Dad...! Oh, I won't tell you anymore, you are just a vulgar person!"

The head of the Song family was amused and cried. Just as he was about to debate with his daughter again, a maid suddenly flashed at the door, and Fuli said, "Master, Ye Xiaotian, Woniuling, is asking for a meeting!"

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Chapter completed!