Under great pressure, I spoke to the young man with obvious origins and persuaded me to make peace. Sure enough, I could still see the reward. The far-reaching reward is still waiting to ferment, and the nearest reward is already in front of me.

Today he is coming to the curtain!

Everyone says that the ice skin and jade bones are so envious that they are tired of it. How can you hear it all at once?

"Young Master!" Suddenly, an inappropriate sound rang outside the building, disturbing Young Master Yin's reverie.

It's so damn, his work ideas have been disrupted!

The Yin Mansion Manager who spoke out loudly stepped into the building and said, "Young Master! The eldest master is looking for you!"

However, the Yin family servant who hurried out to report the news was full of his heart after receiving Yin Wenyong's suggestion.

For Yin Wenyong, who is about to participate in next year's Yellow River Meeting, there is only one "big young master" in the world, that is his cousin Yin Wenhua.

But at this moment, the beauty is in front of you and you have to take everything aside. He waved his hand: "Tell my brother that I have something big to do now, and I will go back to find him after I finish my work. Ayong will tell you about the situation here."

"This—" the manager said: "The eldest young master said, let you go back immediately after you get the news."

"Am I the young master? Am I the young master!" Yin Wen was impatient: "Don't you understand what I said?"

The fat Yin Mansion Manager stood there with his head down, apologizing repeatedly, but did not leave.

Yin Wenyong suppressed his anger: "What if I go back for a while?"

"If you don't go back immediately, break your legs." The manager imitated it timidly, and then said, "This is the original words that the eldest master asked me to repeat."

He added: "The third leg."

"Just! Am I afraid of this threat? Do I think my little boss in Shangqiu is made of mud?" Yin Wenyong laughed coldly: "But then again, my brother must have something to do when he comes to me, so he can't be targeted... well! I'll go and see him."

The Yin Mansion Manager blinked suddenly, and the young master's figure had disappeared.

Only Miss Qiongzhi's graceful figure was still walking slowly upstairs.

A frosty beauty like her never left anyone else. The glance today is a rare heart that moved.

"Let's go!" Yin Wenyong's voice was already heard outside the building: "There is nothing in the world more important than my brother. I want to break the ban and fly over - hurry up and catch the car."

The Yin family's carriage was indeed unhindered in Shangqiu City.

The wheels were almost flying.

However, after landing in the courtyard, Yin Wenyong's life was steeply separated by a barrier.

As soon as he entered the quiet room, his genius and famous cousin came straight to the point.

Although the language is not the real cold iron blade, he would rather be slapped in the face!

"I don't have to go to the Yellow River Meeting...What does it mean?" Yin Wenyong's unbelievable face was trapped in the demeanor of aristocratic families, with his teeth and claws but wrinkled on his face.

In the quiet room where the landscape painting curtains are hanging, Yin Wenhua sat calmly on the cushion. The sword energy lingers in the heavenly court, and threads penetrate into the middle of his eyebrows, like a dragon hiding into mustard seeds.

"That's what you understand." He said without any turbulence.

Yin Wenyong and Yin Wenhua have a very different age range. Since childhood, they have had to target him. All elders’ expectations for him are the “second Yin Wenhua”, and everything is based on Yin Wenhua.

If Yin Wenhua cannot complete the things that he accomplished at the age of thirteen, he will be called a complete waste and cannot be called a human being.

After years of hardship, it is hard to see. I can’t say that I have a little more respect or fear this cousin.

But the news at the moment was completely beyond his acceptance, making him face to face for the first time, standing in front of his insurmountable mountain, spitting as a sword, and fiercely questioning: "Why?!"

"Fuck-I'm sorry. But why?!"

He was no longer calm in the three-point fragrance building, and he was incoherent: "Who else can compete with me in the entire Yin family? Who can win the quota for me? Can you enter the main competition? Are you not afraid of losing the face of Song when you take it out?!"

"You can play in the main game?" Yin Wenhua glanced at her eyes.

Yin Wenyong's expression stagnated. He thought of the young man who had just pushed the sword in the Sanfen Xiangqi Tower, and the peerless boys who were listed on the thirty-six seats on the day the opening of the Heavenly Palace of Chaowen Dao, and he thought of too much...

He naturally had no chance of competing for the championship, but even if he reached the main competition, he did not have enough confidence.

The Yellow River Association is a meeting of geniuses in the world. Everyone who stands on the stage of the world is the leader of the people.

He finally gritted his teeth and said, "At least I can stand up, I have a chance to play a few games, plus-"

"In addition, I have lost my cultivation and saved my sword heart and sharpened the sky scars for you?" Yin Wenhua asked.

Yin Wenyong gritted his teeth: "If you are reluctant to let it go--"

Yin Wenhua ended the dispute in one sentence: "The person who replaces you can win the championship."

"Win the title, ha, win the title..."

Yin Wenyong murmured and stood up again: "Does he win the championship?"

"Where did you find a savage? Do you think you could catch another Jiang Wang?"

"You guys who already have everything and control this country with high power!"

He roared: "Do you think this is Linzi? Can you keep those people who have not been released for thousands of years and fight for you?"

"I understand your mood. I don't know anything about you when I say something in this room." Yin Wenhua looked at him lightly: "When you leave this room, you have to remember who you are and what your surname is."

This gaze was actually plain, but it was like a topping of ice water, which made his soul soak.

Yin Wenyongding was on the spot. After a while of silence, he recovered and felt the biting coldness.

After all, it was a rookie who was highly anticipated by the Yin family of Shangqiu. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled mockingly, and then returned to peace.

"I can't blame me," he said.

"If I had the ability to win the championship, no one could squeeze me."

"If I have the ability to compete in the Outer Tower Realm, I can also win another place."

"It is precisely because I can't do it that I can't keep it."

"The quota for the Yellow River Association is to win honor for the country."

He lowered his eyes and stood quietly: "I am not strong enough, I am so guilty, what else can I say!"

"No matter whether you really think this way or not, if you can say this, it is worth more training." Yin Wenhua's expression was calm: "I will protect you one at the end of the year. This is not because you are my younger brother, Yin Wenyong, this is my betting on your future."

"Thank you brother." Yin Wenyong bowed deeply and wanted to leave.

"Don't you want to know the name of that person?" Yin Wenhua asked.

"Do I know him? It cannot change the outcome of the matter?" Yin Wenyong sighed softly: "Dassin was jealous and had nowhere to take refuge. How should I be disgusting! Brother, do you want to see my ugly mood?"

"He is from the Chen family." Yin Wenhua said.

"I have never heard of the genius of the Chen family." Yin Wenyong raised his eyebrows.

The country of Song Dynasty was nothing more than three surnames.

The surname of the emperor is Zhao, and Yin and Chen are divided into one.

This person is definitely from outside, not from the Chen family!

How could his cousin accept this? How could the Yin family accept this?

"It is said that it is the illegitimate son of Tatsumi and Wu, who is wandering outside, and the debt of love." Yin Wenhua never stopped tempering the sword silk while speaking.

Yin Wenyong finally smiled: "I am not as good as others, but my brother is not inferior to Tatsumi Wu."

How can you, Yin Wenhua, confirm the other party’s identity? Tatsumi Wu’s first thirty years of fucking practices were all pure Yang Gong!

He has been self-restrained for decades, just to make a splash at the Yellow River Association, but later became the background of Li Yiheng's sword.

He even laughed behind his back!

Yin Wenhua was always calm: "Takimi Wu is about to be in real life."

"Now?!" Yin Wenyong was shocked.

"He has definitely touched the threshold of the hole, and has just waited for the day to push the door. Maybe three or five years, maybe thirty or fifty years, but it will definitely be able to make it through. If he can use the cave heaven to see the world, he can make up for the last few steps - he is sure to help increase the fortune of the Song Dynasty."

Yin Wenhua said: "I haven't seen the truth. This is the gap."

He calmly expressed the gap, and then shook his head: "I had stepped down from the world. After only four swords in the twenty-four solar terms, I was killed by the King of Mu. I once learned to raft the sea and said that it was a brilliant future. I failed to make the top three in one beautiful list."

"The world is so big, so many geniuses! I look at the sky in the well, and there are still dragons in the well."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "You are not the only one who is inferior to others."

Are those who are not as good as others now, never as good as others?

Are those who are never as good as others always yesterday?

Yin Wenyong has been tiring to catch up!

The same origin, the same bloodline, the same talent, and even the stricter way of practicing...

He didn't understand what he was missing.

But today he seemed to have a little feeling.

"Brother." He solemnly bowed to Yin Wenhua: "I left the country today! I abandoned my family and surname, and traveled thousands of miles."

He wants to give up all this without anyone's approval and can leave at any time when the weather is sunny.

He just felt that Yin Wenhua would understand him. Just like he finally felt that he understood this cousin today.
To be continued...