"Mom, do you think I can start elementary school early?"
Ye Xiaomi put on her clothes and took the initiative to ask Chen Xianer.
"Why so early?" Chen Xian'er stretched out her fingers and waved them gently, and Ye Xiaomi's hair was combed.
Each strand of sword energy is like a comb, without damaging the hair.
With this level of accuracy, who can compare with Chen Xianer?
Chen Xian'er was practicing sword all the time. She had already integrated sword into her life. Even when she was practicing dual cultivation with Ye Tian, Chen Xian'er was still practicing sword.
"If I start studying earlier and grow up sooner, I can help my father."
"Does your father need your help? He has so much free time."
Chen Xian'er was speechless. Ever since Meng Po came back, Ye Tian had even less time. He didn't go to the farm or the hot spring town anymore, and just stayed at home.
"Dad, you're not lazy!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Ye Tian yawning and said to Ye Xiaomi: "Xiaomi, mom will take you to school today, I need to take a nap."
"Well, Dad is a little lazy."
"But since dad is so capable, it's only natural that he has some shortcomings." Ye Xiaomi is very good at giving his father a way out.
Chen Xian'er was almost laughing to death. She held Ye Xiaomi and went to her grandparents' house for dinner first.
When Chen Xian'er drove Ye Xiaomi away, a car rushed into Fenghuang Village.
"who?"
Master Yunhai almost swung his broom over, knocking the fallen leaves that had just been swept away.
"Yelü Ming?"
Yelu Ming drove over quickly. He went to the farm and shouted inside, "Where's Ye Tian?"
Meng Po just walked out and was almost knocked down by Yelu Ming.
"Who are you?"
"I, the Holy Son of Shaman, who are you?"
"Holy Son? Isn't he the boss?"
"Do you dare to compete with the boss?"
Meng Po immediately refused to do so. Yelu Ming was about to explain when Meng Po, holding the sword, had already taken refuge. The sharp tip of the sword was aimed at Yelu Ming's throat, leaving Yelu Ming no chance to perform any magic.
"Meng Po, he is really the Holy Son!" Liu E also came out.
"Him?" Meng Po was disdainful again and took the sword pill back.
"snort!"
Yelu Ming glared at Meng Po. He was used to seeing ruthless people on the farm.
"He didn't come over. He should be at home."
"I'll go over there!"
Yelu Ming started running, this time using magic, and his speed was as fast as a leopard.
"Ye Tian!"
Yelu Ming shouted again. Ye Tian was sleeping in the room. He was really sleepy these days. Ye Tian needed to replenish his energy.
I had only slept for an hour when I was woken up by Yelu Ming.
How grumpy is the Dragon King when he wakes up?
Ten minutes later, Yelu Ming squatted on the ground, staring at the dark circles under his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
"Come on, tell me, do you have something important to say? If not, why don't you look at me?"
"The Yin-Yang Vice Minister has appeared, and he has brought the Judge with him!"
"Judge?"
Meng Po, who was laughing secretly at the door, also ran in. There was something else going on here regarding the judge.
"The judge of the Yin-Yang Bureau is also a kind of official position."
"Above the judges, there are assistants and vice-chancellors. The highest one seems to be called something like Yin Yang Head."
"That's right, there are three Yin-Yang heads in the Yin-Yang Bureau."
"A vice minister is here, why are you so excited?"
"The people of the Kamo family are the ones who secretly learned Chinese Taoism. During the war, they poisoned the shaman Kamo Yoshichang."
"Executioner!"
Yelu Ming's eyes turned red. Hemo Jichang should be over a hundred years old. This guy, with the blood of many Taoist sects on his hands, was also one of the culprits who destroyed the shaman.
"Yeah?"
Ye Tian looked at Yelu Ming, who nodded again and said, "This time, there are more than twenty Yin-Yang masters coming to the Yin-Yang Bureau. What are they going to do?"
"Ye Tian, no, Dragon King, we must get rid of them all."
"Didn't I ask you to solve it?"
"I, I can't beat Kamo Yoshichang." Yelu Ming told the truth.
Ye Tian nodded. It was not shameful to lose the battle. They could make a good plan.
"Even if I give you the sacred tree, you still can't defeat him?" Ye Tian threw a branch to Yelu Ming.
Yelu Ming howled with excitement, and imitated Meng Po's words to Ye Tian: "Boss, thank you very much."
"But I still can't beat him!"
"Then give my things back to me!" Ye Tian grinned.
Yelu Ming ran away and shouted again, "I'll go sweep the floor at the door. When the shaman comes, we'll discuss it again."
“This guy!”
Ye Tian shook his head, looked at Meng Po again, tilted his head and said, "Why are you still staying here?"
"Boss, should I pat you while you sleep?"
"Get lost!"
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