Chapter 97: The fox shows its tail

Yun Zishan thought that Xiao Lang was changing his way to compliment her, and his face turned redder, and then he fluttered and stood up and walked outside, turned around and smiled and said: "I'm back to the palace, remember the favor you owe me. !"
"This Nizi is just seventeen years old and she is so beautiful and attractive. Her skin is tender enough to squeeze water out. It is definitely better than an inflatable doll, Amituofu, Buddha, I am evil..."
Xiao Lang exclaimed secretly and shook his head. It's a pity that Yun Zishan's appearance can be said to be superb, but he is too scheming, he doesn't like it very much.
Xiao Lang didn't understand the power of today's "young man", but the sky broke again outside.
Although Juvenile Hou is not really a marquis, this name carries the word "hou", and the most important is the word juvenile, which is an extremely honorable title. Countless people have struggled all their lives and have no chance with the word "Hou". For example, the elders of the Xiao family, the princes of the Xiao family, only Xiao Budie Xiao Buhuo and Xiao Qinglong.
Xiao Kuang and others were even more jealous and mad, although countless collateral children of the Xiao family regarded Xiao Lang as an idol and were striving for goals. But in the entire imperial capital, except for a few people, the rest of the sons secretly hated Xiao Lang.
The limelight is over for you, all the beauties are attracted to you, what are we going to do?
The four super families, ten families, the young master who can stand out among the hundreds of children in each family, isn't that strong and proud?
It is not so easy to convince them, let alone how long did Xiao Lang return to Xiao's house? I was a hillbilly before. After returning to the imperial capital, they stepped on the emperor's son one after another, how could they not resent in their hearts?
What Xiao Qingyi worried about happened, and Xiao Lang was all enemies for a while. These young masters may be polite on the surface now, and once they have the opportunity, they will definitely unite, trample Xiao Lang on the ground, completely unable to stand up!
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Time passed by like a white horse, passing in the sweat of Xiao Lang and Xiaodao, passing by banquets again and again in the imperial capital, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Lang stayed behind closed doors. Since the poem banquet, he never appeared in front of the world again. They were nested in the Tsing Yi Pavilion with the small knife to practice hard.
Today is Xiao Lang's birthday, and Xiaodao's birthday is two days later than Xiao Lang. Xiaodao's memory of when he was a child is gone, but he remembers his name as Xiaodao and his birthday very strangely. In the past, both of them had their birthdays together, because they were only two days apart.
Xiao Qingyi let people cook a table full of good dishes, and specially prepared wine to celebrate Xiao Lang's knife.
Holding a wine glass with a doting smile on his face, Xiao Qingyi looked at Xiao Lang and the knife, and said, "Lang'er, you will be eighteen years old after today. You are considered an adult. Originally, the family had a coming-of-age ceremony, and invited a banquet. The princes and ladies came to celebrate. Aunt knows you don’t like it, so don’t do it! Knife, aunt wish you an adult too, I hope you two brothers will both awaken a powerful soul and become a powerful person who looks down on all directions in the future!"
"Thank auntie!"
Xiao Lang and Xiaodao looked at each other and grinned at the same time, then the three of them drank together and looked at each other. They all smiled and the atmosphere was warm.
Less than a month before the Spiritual Soul Festival, the knife had broken through the warlord's realm, and Xiao Lang's breakthrough was imminent, and it was very likely that he would reach the middle rank of warlords. With Xiao not dying, Tsing Yi Pavilion was extremely peaceful, no one dared to make trouble or harass, and the three people lived very leisurely and comfortably.
The fly in the ointment is that Xiao Tsingyi's cough is getting worse and worse. Every time Xiao Lang asks, Xiao Tsingyi says that it is the root of the disease that has fallen in the past. Yao Wang Goufu is said to have found most of the herbs, and only one or two herbs can be used to make alchemy and heal Xiao Qingyi's legs.
Time is running out, and Xiao Lang can't ask anything. Grandpa and aunt have placed too much hope on themselves. There is no room for loss in the Festival of Souls and Souls, and Xiao Lang can only concentrate on training.
Dongfang Hongdouyun Zishan never came to Xiao Lang again, only Cha Mu came to visit twice. Seeing Xiao Lang's hard work, he only talked a few words and left.
"Finally broke!"
Thirteen days before the Divine Soul Festival, when Xiao Lang finished his profound energy cultivation, his eyes suddenly opened and smiled. He felt that the profound energy in his body had obviously become stronger. After several months of frenzied cultivation, coupled with expensive herbs, Xiao Lang finally broke through from the preliminary to the intermediate level in just a few months.
"Brother, congratulations!"
Xiaodao was awakened, his face was full of joy, both of them had a breakthrough before the festival, and the awakening of the powerful soul was more certain.
"Hey, if only I could awaken the spirit of being as domineering as my aunt or Uncle Buddha, it would be exciting to think about it!"
Xiao Lang's eyes were far-reaching, thinking of the monster sword that others had described, the fearful black dragon from hell, and the beautiful longbow of Hongfang Hongdou.
Spirits are incomparably wonderful things. Some people have awakened weapons, some have awakened armor shields, some have awakened profound beasts, and others have awakened strange things, such as guzheng, elixir, such as hoes...
But no matter how peculiar the spirits are, they are divided into five categories: attack, speed, defense, healing, and special. Of course, there is also a kind of waste spirit, which is not beneficial to cultivation, and has no combat skills, and it will not increase the attack speed and defense.
"There are still more than ten days, I will see who one of us is awakened by the time!"
Xiaodao grinned, thinking about it and realizing that it was wrong, then changed his words and said: "No, we are all awakened, let's see who is better!"
"Hehe, let's go, continue to practice, it will be better to be stronger by one point!"
Xiao Lang smiled faintly, got up and walked outside, the knife immediately followed.
"Boom boom boom!"
As soon as he walked out of the door, there was an urgent bell from the east courtyard, which kept beating for nine times, and then Xiao Lang and Xiaodao heard a burst of noise from the Xiao family compound.
"What's the matter? Elder Zen hasten to take a look."
Xiao Qingyi dignifiedly pushed her wheelchair out of the hall. This was the signal for the Xiao family to call all the elders urgently. Generally, it would never be used if there is no major event.
Is it because the military situation in northern Xinjiang is urgent?
Xiao Qingyi thought for a while and rejected this inference. There was a military alone, Zuo Pingping and Dongfang Bai brought a group of strong men to reinforce it, and it was impossible for the blood barbarians to enter the dynasty.
Elder Zen immediately walked towards the eastern courtyard, Xiao Lang and Xiaodao also stood solemnly, waiting for news from Elder Zen.
After a while, Elder Zen came back with news. Xiao Budie issued the summoning order. Xiao Futu found the Black Dragon Society stronghold and asked for family assistance.
"Black Dragon Club!"
Xiao Qingyi's beautiful eyes lit up, his killing intent surged, and he said coldly: "Did the fox finally show its tail? Old Zen took me to see, Lang'er, you continue to practice, you don't care about these things."