Fire Dragon Continent, House of Ares, Cang City.
Cang City was located to the south of the House of Ares. It was one of the six main cities in the house. It was also the territory of the Ye Family, one of the five main families of the House of Ares.
It was already late autumn. Although Cang City was located to the south, it was still chilly.
On a street in front of the mayor's mansion, a young man in green clothes hurried over. The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old. His delicate face was filled with coldness and anxiety. He carried two bags of medicine in his hands. Ignoring the shocked looks of the passersby, he walked straight to the mayor's mansion.
"Mother, mother, Qinghan has bought medicine for you. You will definitely get better …"
The young man murmured as he walked. Looking at the two huge stone lions in front of the mayor's mansion not far away, he couldn't help but hasten his steps.
In front of the mayor's mansion stood eight valiant warriors with sabers and armor. These eight people were all tall and mighty. Their backs were straight and their expressions were stern. They were like door guards, dignified and domineering.
The eight of them took turns to guard the mayor's mansion. Although being a doorkeeper wasn't a dignified job, it was easy to associate it with some reptilian watchdogs. But the eight of them didn't care at all. Their stern faces had a tinge of pride. Because … the door they were guarding was the door of the Ye Family. As the actual ruler of the south of the House of Ares, the Ye Family, one of the five main families, it was easy for them, the servants, to obtain some vanity in certain aspects …
So the eight of them felt that guarding the door was very dignified and dignified. Then, the way the eight of them looked at the passersby on the street was a little arrogant and a little condescending.
Swish, swish!
Eh! Someone was coming!
Hearing the approaching footsteps, the eight of them immediately tensed up. This was the mayor's mansion. Ordinary people couldn't and wouldn't dare to go near this door. So it was definitely not an ordinary person. So the eight of them straightened their backs, the corners of their lips curled up, and they looked over with gentle smiles.
But when they saw a delicate young man in green clothes carrying a bag of medicine, their expressions changed instantly. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his previous cold and dignified expression. The speed at which he changed was amazing.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's the useless Seventh Childe who can only do small things like buying medicine by himself … "
One of the eight said in a low voice. His eyes were filled with disdain.
"Sixth Brother, don't say too much. No matter what, he's still a young master. If the clan finds out, they'll punish him … Eh? What was that? Everyone, prepare to welcome the Second Young Master back! "
The hearts of the eight of them tightened once more. Their gazes softened as they looked at the luxurious carriage galloping over from afar. But when their gazes stopped at the small character "Xian" under the large character "Ye" on the black flag on the carriage, their gazes became even gentler, and seemed to carry … a hint of charm.
"Welcome back, Second Young Master!"
Eight loud voices rang out at the same time, startling the passersby. The green-robed young man holding a bag of medicine also paused. Sweeping his gaze over the luxurious carriage and the eight charming faces, he smiled self-mockingly and continued walking toward the gate.
…
Ye Qingxian was in a bad mood. As the Second Young Master of the Ye Family, the core disciple of the family. He always thought that there were very few things in this world that could make him angry and unhappy. But … that whore from the Intoxicated Smoke Pavilion last night really made him very angry, and also very unhappy.
Who was he? He was the Second Young Master of the Ye Family, Ye Qingxian!
What was the Ye Family? The Ye Family was one of the five great families of the House of Ares, the real ruler of the southern region. That whore actually rejected him? Artist! Artist! Damn artist! How could the number one brothel in Cang City, the Drunken Smoke Pavilion, have artists? Selling their skills but not their bodies? Which one of the people who went to that place was an artist? All of them were f * cking good at the art of the human body …
"Yes! If it wasn't for the fact that I was afraid of the family's punishment hall finding out, if it wasn't for the fact that there were so many famous people in Cang City there last night, if it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to maintain my good demeanor, if it wasn't for … I would have raped that whore and torn down that Drunken Smoke Pavilion. "
Ye Qingxian jumped off the carriage and quickly walked toward the gate. His face was gloomy, but in his heart, he kept trying to find some reason to comfort himself. When his gaze swept towards the door, he saw the eight pairs of eyes that were trying to flatter him. His mood, which had been bad for a long time, became a little better … These eight people were really "adorable". It was hard to imagine that these eight tall and mighty men, who were like death gods, could actually smile so … enchanting?
Thus, he stretched out his hand and patted on the shoulder of one of the door gods, signaling them to behave well. He chuckled softly and walked inside with his head held high.
However, his good mood only lasted for a dozen seconds before he became extremely unhappy.
From the side of the gate, a young man in green suddenly walked in quickly. The young man carried two medicine bags in his hands. His expression was anxious as he walked toward the gate like the wind. Perhaps because he walked too hastily, or perhaps because he was too anxious, he actually didn't see Ye Qingxian in front of him. He actually … directly bumped into him from behind.
"Urgh!"
Although Ye Qingxian didn't really like to cultivate, he also vented his bad mood last night. He successively had sex with a few girls, causing him to tremble as he walked. However, he was still a core disciple of the family and a Commander Realm expert. After being bumped by the young man in green, he only staggered two steps forward before stabilizing his body. He was a little surprised and turned around in shock, wanting to see what had happened.
However, when he saw the young man in green with a trace of guilt and apology on his pale face, his face immediately darkened and his mood immediately turned from good to cloudy. He opened his mouth and scolded:
"Ye Qinghan you bastard, are you blind?"
"I … I'm sorry, I walked too fast." The young man in green, called Ye Qinghan, was obviously a little embarrassed. There was a trace of panic and uneasiness on his slightly ashamed face.
"Sorry? If sorry was useful, there wouldn't be so many people dying in the Fire Dragon Continent every day! " Ye Qingxian smiled coldly. He thought of the whore in the Drunken Smoke Pavilion last night, who also used this tone to say "sorry" to him. His mood worsened, and he couldn't help but scold even more fiercely: "What? Why are you in such a hurry? Are you going back to attend your mother's funeral? "
"You … Ye Qingxian, I only bumped into you. I already said sorry … Don't go too far. My mother is your elder after all." Ye Qinghan was a little ashamed at first, but after hearing Ye Qingxian's last words, he couldn't help but feel angry. He bulged his small eyes and glared at Ye Qingxian.
"Elder?" Looking at Ye Qinghan's slightly angry expression, Ye Qingxian felt a little happy in his heart. But it didn't seem to be enough. He continued to tease, "I don't have an elder who used to be … a prostitute."
"Ye Qingxian!" Looking at the inadvertent smiles in the eyes of the eight door gods who had gathered around to watch the show, Ye Qinghan was completely angry. He loudly defended himself and roared: "My mother was an artist, not a prostitute. If you insult my mother again, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Bah!"
Hearing the word "artist" again, the beautiful face from last night and the cold refusal appeared in Ye Qingxian's mind again. His face suddenly became ashamed and angry. He roared: "Artist? I slept with an artist last night. Insult? So what if I insult you? Trash! A trash from a prostitute. What? Do you still want to hit me? "
"You …" Ye Qinghan was completely enraged after being called "trash" and "prostitute". He placed the medicine bag on the ground and kicked off with his hind legs. His whole body was like a sharp sword as he dashed towards Ye Qingxian.
"Ye Qingxian, I want to duel with you … Left Uppercut!"
…
"What's wrong? What's wrong? "
The excitement here had already attracted the attention of countless servants in the Castellan's Mansion. Seeing that a fight was about to start, everyone rushed over and surrounded the eight door gods to ask.
"Oh! I see … I was wondering why the usually honest Seventh Childe wanted to duel with the second young master! It turned out that the second young master scolded his mother. "
"Humph! So be it. His mother was originally an artist. After the death of Ye Qinghan's father, Ye Dao, he was the only one left in the second branch, and he is also a cultivation trash. I think in a few years, the second branch will be kicked out of the Castellan's Mansion … "
"Shh, lower your voice. Let's not talk about these things. If the punishment hall finds out, they will be punished. Let's bet on how many moves Ye Qinghan can take from the second young master."
"Bah, that trash Ye Qinghan is only at the first level of the elite realm. Although the second young master likes to play, he is talented. A first level commander against a first level elite, the difference is three levels. I think he can be defeated in three moves."
"Look, the second young master sent Seventh Childe flying with one punch …"
Everyone stopped talking and turned to look, just in time to see the scene of Ye Qinghan flying in the air.
"Bang!"
Ye Qinghan smashed hard on the ground without raising a trace of dust. The gate of the Castellan's Mansion was an important place. It had to be cleaned several times a day. How could there be dust?
"Everyone can see that this is a duel proposed by Ye Qinghan himself. I officially announce that I agree to the duel … In the future, he will sue the punishment hall. Everyone, please testify for me." Ye Qingxian clapped his hands and said nonchalantly. For a trash like Ye Qinghan, he could easily beat seven or eight of them. Of course, when he was in a bad mood, someone came to his door to vent his anger. He was very happy.
"Ugh!" Ye Qinghan rubbed his knee, lowered his head, and snorted. His eyes stared at the proud Ye Qingxian, and he quickly pounced. "Left uppercut!"
Ye Qingxian smiled contemptuously. He tilted his body slightly and dodged the oncoming punch. He raised his right leg and quickly swung his left fist toward Ye Qinghan's belly.
"Bang!"
Ye Qinghan curled up his stomach and flew backwards again. However, after struggling for a moment, he continued to stand up. With a kick of his hind legs, he pounced forward again.
"Left uppercut!"
"Bang!"
"It's still a left uppercut!"
"Bang!"
"Left … uppercut!"
"Bang!"
Looking at Ye Qinghan pouncing over and flying back again and again. The surrounding servants and guards couldn't help but feel pity for him. But … this Seventh Childe was too weak. He couldn't even take one move from the Second Young Master. Did he only know one move? Although this left uppercut is not bad, you always use left uppercuts and left uppercuts. You might not be tired of using it, but we are tired of watching it.
"Haha, little bastard, can you still do it? If you can't, I will leave. Find another artist to serve me tonight, haha … "
Not far away, Ye Qinghan curled up on the ground. He frowned in pain. His face was bloodstained and swollen. There wasn't a single piece of good flesh on his face. But hearing Ye Qingxian's insults again, he roared and scratched the ground with both hands. He struggled to stand up. His face was ferocious and he roared angrily:
"Ye Qingxian, today I will make you never forget it!"
After saying that, Ye Qinghan turned into a violent bear. He raised his left fist and punched at Ye Qingxian like a cannonball.
"Haha, today I will also make you never forget it!"
Ye Qingxian laughed loudly. Anyone could talk big. With that stupid left uppercut of yours, I can send you flying even with my eyes closed. Hmm! This time, I will hit hard and end this boring game. Although bullying people was fun, he had spent a lot of energy and stamina last night. It was time to go back and take a nap …
"Left uppercut …"
Looking at the charging Ye Qinghan and his raised left uppercut, Ye Qingxian narrowed his eyes. Hearing the familiar "left uppercut," he sneered. His body subconsciously moved to the right quickly. Then, he raised his right leg and swung his left fist quickly.
Huh? Why didn't it hit? Ye Qingxian looked up in confusion. What he saw was a sneering face and a huge brick.
"Left uppercut … and right brick!"
"Boom!"
The huge brick slammed down heavily. Ye Qingxian felt a sharp pain in his head. Then, his vision went black and he fainted. But before he fainted, his mind kept thinking. Why wasn't it a left uppercut? Why did it become a right brick? How could he be so shameless?
Ugh!
Looking at the Second Young Master slowly falling to the ground, and the ferocious Seventh Childe holding the brick in his hand. The onlookers were also dumbfounded. At this moment, there was an unprecedented silence. A Level One Elite Realm martial artist actually knocked out a Level One Commander Realm martial artist. This subverted the previous understanding of martial artists. Although the Seventh Childe's sneak attack was despicable, he still won, didn't he? Wasn't he the one standing on the ground? Being able to sneak attack and knowing how to sneak attack was a kind of strength in itself, wasn't it?
But what happened next surprised them even more. The usually honest Seventh Childe actually threw the brick away and sat on the Second Young Master. His left and right fists moved at the same time, swinging fiercely at Ye Qingxian's handsome face.
"I said that today will be an unforgettable day for you …"
"Seventh Childe, stop fighting. Something bad will happen!"
The onlookers were anxious. The eight door gods took two steps forward and one of them said.
"Stop!" Ye Qinghan turned his head and glared fiercely at them. He shouted, "What? You want to go against your superior? You want to be exiled for three thousand miles? This is my duel with Ye Qingxian! Although the Second Young Master's position is low, he is still a young master. If you don't want to be exiled tomorrow, come over! "
The eight door gods immediately stopped. The rules of the Ye Family were very clear. They didn't dare to violate it openly. They could only stand still and explain anxiously, "Ugh, of course we don't want to go against your superior. We just want to dissuade Seventh Childe. After all, it wouldn't be good if something bad happened."
"Hmph!" Ye Qinghan sneered. He raised his fist and hammered it hard. He stood up hatefully, dusted his hands, and walked to the side to pick up the medicine bag on the ground.
"Brother …"
At that moment, a girl in white quickly walked over from afar. The girl was in a hurry and even stumbled a little. Her body was trembling slightly, and she was shouting as she walked. Her voice was full of sadness and helplessness.
"Huh?" Ye Qinghan heard the sadness in the voice. He turned his head and looked at the girl running from afar. He felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
"Brother, mother, mother passed away …"
Pa! The medicine bag that he had just picked up fell heavily on the ground. The outer layer of paper split open, and the root-like herbs scattered all over the ground …
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