Xuanyuan Yi not only inherited his father's beauty, but also inherited Xuanyuan Leng's coldness and indifference, as well as his intelligence.
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In the Jasmine Garden, Xuanyuan Yi, who was only five years old, looked like a young adult, with a long sword in his hand, and he was swinging it gracefully. The old man, who always had a weird smile, stood aside and watched.
Those eyes were full of light.
Xuanyuan Yi walked up to the old man and asked: "Master, why do you have such a sly smile on your face all day long! Really, I don't even know how to hide it! As your disciple, I feel embarrassed!"
That little face was full of arrogance and arrogance, as well as a look of disdain.
"Ahhh...you kid, how can you talk to your master like this?" The old man jumped up when he heard this and kept yelling.
But he had nothing to do with this boy.
This prodigy is even more powerful than his Shui Yue, but at the age of only five years old, he has already mastered the sword dance so well that given time, he may be invincible in the world.
He had met this rare genius in a thousand years, and he was not willing to give it up!
Why were all the people he met so rude to him?
Shui Yue had never respected him before, this was even better, she didn't take him seriously at all.
Obviously, he taught him martial arts!
"Master, you are like this, and I am extremely polite to speak to you like this!" Xuanyuan Yi raised his eyes and said angrily.
In this world, except for her mother and precious little sister, no one can hope to get his good looks.
This master is the same.
Originally, he wanted to respect him properly, but his master was too bad to be regarded as his master!
"You...you...you brat! I taught you for nothing!" the old man said with an annoyed look on his face, and kept shouting.
Xuanyuan Yi raised his eyebrows: "What Bai Jiao, do you think I can't see your purpose? If I hadn't been a born genius, you wouldn't have been so patient and came here to teach me all day long! You still think I don't know anything.
I know!"
Looking at the unattractive boy, the old man was so angry that he stamped his feet. He discovered that although this boy was only five years old, his poisonous mouth was already twenty years old!
Suddenly he looked up and saw a woman in a snow-white dress strolling over with a baby in her arms.
A smile appeared on his face: "Disciple Xue'er, come and teach your son a lesson. He doesn't know how to respect a teacher. He even talks back to me!"
Xuanyuan Yi, who looked cold and arrogant, turned his head and saw his mother walking over. His face changed and turned into that of a five-year-old child. With an innocent smile, he threw himself at Luoxue: "Mother...
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As for the old man, he could only sigh when he looked at the boy who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. This boy was so weird. He just listened to Xue'er's disciple and behaved like a little rabbit in front of Xue'er's disciple.
But in front of others, he is extremely arrogant.
Even his father couldn't see his good face.
Really strange.
"Yi'er, have you made Master angry again?" Luo Xue reproached lightly, but there was no blame in her eyes.
"Mother, I don't have it. It's my master who is old and disrespectful! He always has a calculating face." Xuanyuan Yi said, speaking of old age, his tone was ruthless.
"You kid..." The old man originally felt better after hearing the scolding words of Xue'er's disciple, but when he heard the kid's words, he stamped his feet in anger.
Luoxue, on the other hand, comforted her in a low voice: "Yi'er, no matter what your master is like, no matter how old and disrespectful he is, no matter how scheming he is, he is always your master, and you can't disrespect him.
If you don’t respect him, it’s your fault!”
"That's right, little disciple Xue'er is still sensible!" The old man put his hands on his chest and looked at Xuanyuan Yi with a high face like a victorious rooster.
But suddenly something stirred in his mind, and he looked at Xue'er's disciple.
When did his gentle little disciple Xueer learn to talk in a roundabout way?
What are those words?
No matter how disrespectful he is, no matter how scheming he is!
When did he become like this?
He raised his eyes and shouted again: "Disciple Xue'er, is your master disrespectful? There is someone scheming there again... You are imposing your words!"
Luo Xue secretly smiled in her heart. She has seen through this master. He is a child's character. He is an old naughty boy who will never grow old. However, he can always make people happy: "Xue'er was wrong. Master, please don't take offense.
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"Did you see that, Yi'er's little disciple?" After hearing this, the old man said with satisfaction.
Xuanyuan Yi, on the other hand, just looked at the old man angrily: "Master, there are twists and turns in right and wrong. You should understand after living such a long life. It's better not to do things that deceive yourself and others!"
"Ah..." Upon hearing this, the old man glared at Boy Yi, looked at Luoxue and complained: "Disciple Xue'er, you have to teach this brat a lesson. Look at what he said!"
Luo Xue smiled faintly. The faint smile on her face was extremely beautiful. She lowered her head and said, "Yi'er, this is not good for you. How can you be so rude to Master!"
She didn't know how to describe her son, who was as big as a brat. He was only five years old, but he was already as mature as a teenager.
When speaking, there is no fuss.
"Mother, Yi'er understands." Xuanyuan Yi responded with a sweet smile to his mother.
"Then apologize to Master!" Luoxue said softly.
Xuanyuan Yi, on the other hand, didn't say anything. He just turned his head and said to the old man: "Master, Yi'er will apologize to you." He would listen to whatever his mother said.
He is my mother's favorite son.
"Hey, brat, now you know you were wrong!" the old man said with a smile on his face.
Xuanyuan Yi raised his head after speaking, but there was no apology on his face. Then he raised his head and gently grabbed his younger sister Ying'er's pink and tender hand: "Ying'er Ying'er..."
Xiao Ying'er lowered her head and looked at her brother with a smile sweeter than honey. Her pink face and big clear eyes completely inherited Luo Xue.
Like Tianshan spring water, it is full of water and makes people feel intoxicated.
She opened her eyes and shouted in a sweet voice: "Brother...brother..."
The old man also wanted to tease this little pink Duer, so he walked forward and smiled.
When Xiao Ying'er saw the old smile, she also smiled. She was not like her brother at all, but she was as good-tempered as falling snow. She smiled until her eyes were crescent-shaped: "Master... Master!"
A tender call made the old man laugh: "Fortunately, Xiao Ying'er is not like your father and your brother! What a good boy!"
Ying'er didn't quite understand what her master was talking about, but she understood the word "good boy" and knew that her master was praising her, so she smiled even sweeter and called her a few tender words...