Chapter 443: You must have given the wrong imperial edict

The next morning, early in the morning, when it was just dark, Yang Xiaoyi got up with a look of excitement, and practiced the combat skills he had just selected last night in the courtyard outside the door.
Really practiced a tiger and a tiger, and it was a big shock.
When Wang Batian heard the movement, he squinted his eyes and climbed up, looked at the sweaty figure outside through the window, nodded his head slightly, his face was cheerful.
Ah, so hardworking.
Thinking like this, Wang Batian closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
After waiting for an hour, Wang Batian got up again and saw that Yang Xiaoyi was still practicing hard, and immediately walked out with a smile on his face.
When Yang Xiaoyi saw that the Master had come out, he immediately stopped his figure and respectfully said: Master, morning! "
Are you early too, practicing exercises so early? "
The disciple knew that he had a weak foundation. In the past, his family had a small business and his father died early. The family inherited combat skills were also practiced by himself, and he had never been guided by a famous teacher. Nowadays, it is rare to have Master you teach me carefully. This is a god-given opportunity, and the disciples naturally have to seize the opportunity to make up for the deficiencies that have been left before. "
Well, know how to seize opportunities, and still be so diligent and promising! "
Nodded happily, Wang Batian smiled with great relief, thinking that this apprentice had received really well.
But at this moment, there was a loud noise. It was the two old fellows, the Poison King and the Corpse King, who were persuading each other.
Young Master, it's already time, it's time to get up and practice. "
When is it? Let me sleep until noon! "
No, the sun is basking. You have to take a nap after noon. There is no time to practice. Get up! "
Whoops, practice that night! "
In the evening, you have to swim in the sauna and have a massage. You don’t have much time to practice, my little ancestor! "The old man, Poison King, almost half-begged to pull Yang Feng out, almost crying in a hurry.
Yang Feng was pulled out in a daze, looking at the shining sun above his head, with a irritable expression, and then he moved twice at random.
Three circles on the left, three circles on the right, twisted neck, twisted buttocks, early to bed and early to get up, let's do exercise...Okay, I'm done, I'll go back to sleep first! "
Can't sleep anymore, Young Master, you only moved twice now. Let's continue our etiquette practice, alas! "The Poison King was so sad, his long green hair was about to turn white, and he wanted to cry without tears.
The corpse king was beside him to help persuade, but there was still no way.
Yang Feng's two biggest characteristics, one is laziness, the other is self-willed, and the two policemen are almost crying with personal guidance.
Wang Batian took a deep look at the situation there, then looked at the apprentice on his side, and shook his head in disbelief.
The same surname is Yang, or a real brother, so why is this difference in life?
In the afternoon, Yang Feng finally woke up and could start his etiquette practice, but he was in trouble again.
Well, Mimi...cough cough cough! "
Yang Feng opened his voice first, and then shouted to the maids who were kneeling beside him: Come here, give me a cup of bird's nest and moisten my throat first. "
Run your ass, you only said less than two sentences in total! "
Snapped!
A bamboo pole hit his fiercely, and the King of Poison couldn't help exasperating: How many times has the old man said that when talking to people, he should use his dantian Qi to speak, not his voice, so that he can make the emperor's voice and have the emperor's grace. "
what? Dantian? Where is the pubic area? "
Here, idiot! You can't even find your dantian, how did you cultivate to your current strength? "
The poison king knocked his stomach fiercely, covering his head with sorrow.
Na Wang Batian was drinking tea from the sidelines, watching the movement there, not crying or laughing. Then, he looked at his extremely diligent apprentice, and suddenly he felt superiority.
The time passed by minute by minute, and immediately when the sun was setting, the poison king and the two were too tired to instruct them, so they let Yang Feng practice by themselves, but they had no choice but to sit on a table with Wang Batian and drank tea.
This afternoon, they scolded Yang Feng so that their throats were full of smoke, but they had no effect.
After Wang Batian squinted at them, he suddenly said: Two old guys, have you passed the wrong imperial edict? "
what? What imperial decree did we give wrong? "
After the holy ancestor appeared, he really appointed the next heir to the leader, is that kid? "
His face was full of suspicion, Wang Batian took a deep look at the impatient Yang Feng, and then at Yang Xiaoyi, who was practicing seriously, and suddenly said: No matter how you look at it, I feel that the second child of the Yang family is more than the third child. Suitable to be the leader of our sacred church. You see, this second child, diligent, humble, honest, cautious, and polite, is simply the model for a generation of Mingjun. "
But when you look at the third child, he is lazy, arrogant, self-willed, and rude, so lustful, is he a subjugated king? How can the saint ancestor appear to be appointed to inherit the Datong? Did the holy ancestor mean to let the second child inherit it? Did you make a mistake? "
No, the etiquette standards and cultivation of the leader were brought to us by Young Master Yang. The Holy Ancestor Appearance must have designated Young Master Yang, not Yang Erxia. How could we make a mistake about the important matter of the next leader? "
After shaking their heads, the two Poison Kings looked at each other and said firmly: Maybe the saint ancestor saw that Young Master Yang's strength was unfathomable and could do a lot? "
If he was strong enough to be the leader, then Soul Rebirth would have become the leader long ago, and it would not be Ouyang's turn. After all, the leader is a model of a religion, and virtue is much more important than strength. Otherwise, how to convince the people? "
This……"
Hearing what he said, the Poison Kings couldn't help being a little suspicious, and then stared at Yang Feng who was making fun with a group of little girls not far away, and thought for a little while: Maybe this Young Master has some unknown advantages. We didn't find it, but the old man, Shengzu, found it? So he was appointed as the leader? "
advantage? In addition to being strong enough and bullying the weak, where is his advantage, huh! "
Posing his mouth in disdain, Wang Batian snorted softly.
The Poison Kings wrinkled their brows deeply, staring at Yang Feng, but after watching for a while, they both shook their heads helplessly: Hey, you're right, it's really something you can't find. Advantages! "
Old poison! "
At this moment, Yang Feng yelled, walked up carelessly, and shouted: I want to ask for leave, I want to go to the latrine! "
what? Go to the latrine again? Haven't you just been there a quarter of an hour ago? Why are you going again? Your kidney is not good? "
I drank too much bird's nest, okay? "
Yang Feng said righteously, and Poison King's wrinkled face trembled slightly, and he waved his hand impatiently: Go, let's go, it's really a lazy donkey to urinate. I usually play with those little girls for a few hours without seeing you in the latrine. As a result, when I practice etiquette, I always run to the latrine, alas. "
With a grin at the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng didn't care, turned and left, but before he took a few steps, he stopped again, turned his head and looked at them and said: By the way, what did you just say here? Are you talking bad about me? "
No no, how could we say bad things about you, you think too much! "
The poison king and the corpse king waved their hands again and again, laughing.
Only that Wang Batian raised his brows, raised Erlang's legs, turned his head, and ignored it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yang Feng gave him a fierce look. He already understood that this old guy was talking badly about himself. This is not a confession, hum.
cough!
Thinking of this, Yang Feng immediately coughed, took out a mouthful of old phlegm, and then spit it out, just on the feet of Wang Batian, and then walked away with a sullen expression.
He couldn't help but twitched fiercely, Wang Batian looked down at the thick sputum on his feet, and couldn't help but cursed in anxious tone: Hey, you guys have seen it, this looks like a leader ? You must have preached the wrong decree, the wrong decree of the ancestor and his old man! "
Uh...Did we really make a mistake?
After blinking their confused eyes twice, the Poison King and the Corpse King looked at each other, and they couldn't help but become suspicious...