C85 Invitation

After Xiao Lang bowed to Xiao Qinghu, he headed straight towards the backyard. There was no expression on his face, only a look of boredom flashing across his eyes.

He was too weak. Xiao Ye and Xiao Jin's fighting strength made him unable to hold back his curiosity, and he felt like he was playing house with two children …

Xiao Qinghu did not say anything, it was true … With Xiao Lang's combat power, there was no point in fighting against these children. His gaze swept across the face of Children of Xiao Family whose face was filled with sighs, and thought to himself that it seemed that he would have to increase his field training this year.

Xiao Ye's left leg was aching uncontrollably as he stood up with a dark expression and clenched his fists tightly. His face was ashen as he sneaked a glance at the crowd's gaze. Inwardly, he was infuriated. He had lost too much face by saying, "Save me …"

Xiao Jin who was in the distance also stood up with difficulty, his gaze locking onto the figure who was walking towards the backyard, his eyes were filled with venom, the feeling of being looked down upon was unbearable!

The eyes of countless Children of Xiao Family lit up. So fighting could actually be so easy, but it turned out that high realms did not mean high combat prowess. Battle instincts and battle awareness were actually so important!

"What are you looking at? Do you want to have the fighting strength of Xiao Lang? Then he should just go all out and train? I declare that this year's field experience has doubled. If you want to become strong, then you need to train your combat ability through actual combat time and time again.

Xiao Qinghu shouted in a deep voice and the battle in the plaza immediately began in groups of two. It was a scene several times more lively than the actual combat training. No one knew if it was because of Xiao Lang or not.

Xiao Lang returned to his Cyan Robe Pavilion and did not rest. He directly went to the backyard and continued cultivating together with Xiao Dao.

To him, going to the Martial Arts Practice Hall was just to make Xiao Busi and Xiao Qingyi happy, that's all.

Swoosh!

Inside the courtyard, a body was flashing rapidly, the speed was so fast that Xiao Lang and Xiao Dao could not even see clearly, the two guards were also dazzled by what they saw.

After Qian Xun broke through his War Sovereign Stage, he immediately started to cultivate the high level Esoterica s that his family had bestowed to him, which were even movement techniques. Qian Xun trained very hard, and was almost as desperate as Xiao Lang himself. He was very clear that this kind of opportunity could only be found and not sought, and if the next time Xiao Lang met with danger because of his inadequate protection, he would forever be sent to the bottom of the Xiao family with no chance of turning the situation around.

After watching for a while, under the influence of the three, the two guards also sat down in a corner and started cultivating the Profound Qi. In the corner of the courtyard, Illusory Magical Beast Xiaobai blinked his large eyes curiously as he watched everyone cultivate.

Other than eating, the five of them were training. When night fell, Xiao Lang stopped his training and walked towards the bathroom with Xiao Dao.

The two of them washed up and began to soak in the medicinal bath.

"Comfortable!"

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes and laid down on the barrel with his head facing upwards, while Xiao Dao closed his eyes comfortably. Every time he finished cultivating, his body would almost reach its limit. The high intensity of his muscles would make him feel comfortable from head to toe, as if he was soaking in a hot spring under the influence of the herbs.

Xiao Lang was also very clear that only by cultivating at such a high intensity would the medicinal properties of the herbs be best absorbed, and the quality of the body would be strengthened. The bigger and firmer the bottle, the faster it could store more wine and the faster it could cultivate Profound Qi.

Most importantly... He and Xiao Dao had been suffering from countless injuries and hidden injuries in the past few years. These herbs could heal those hidden injuries slowly. Otherwise, if the internal injuries broke out, they would lose their lives in battle.

After soaking in the water for two hours, both of them opened their eyes at the same time. They put on their robes and walked towards the main hall.

"Young master Lang, here is your invitation!"

Just now when he walked to the entrance of the hall, Old Master Chan smiled and handed over a purplish-gold invitation card to Xiao Lang. Xiao Lang was stunned at the result. Opening it to look, what entered his sight was an elegant word.

"Lord Xiao Lang, ten days from now, the moon will be full in the west wing. Your Highness is holding a poetry feast at the Aquatic Pavilion, inviting all famous beauties and scholars there. If you dare not come and do not give me any face, I will get the Royal Father to tie you up and capture you, heh heh! Yun Zishan respect you. "

When Xiao Lang saw this, he forced a smile. Did this Princess Zi Shan's balls hurt?

Why would he hold a poetry feast? Why don't you do it? What do you want me to do? "As a coarse old man, he only knew how to chop off mystical beasts with a knife. It would be a headache if he was asked to attend any banquet, let alone a poetry feast like this!

"Brother, what's that?" Xiao Dao asked curiously.

Xiao Lang curled his lips and sighed: "What kind of bullshit poetry feast is this, what kind of poem is this, and it's so coquettish and flirtatious, why don't you go instead?"

"Poem competition? "No, no, I won't go even if I'm beaten to death!"

Hearing that, Xiao Dao immediately shook his head, and walked towards the hall, afraid that Xiao Lang would force him to go.

"You were invited to a party?"

The moment Xiao Lang entered the hall, he immediately said with a smile, his eyes filled with a doting expression. Xiao Lang handed over the invitation card to Xiao Qingyi, nodded and laughed bitterly: "It's Yun Zishan, that crazy girl, she said that she won't go and let the Emperor order to capture me. Aunt, what's the meaning of this bullshit poetry feast? Isn't martial arts prevalent in the mainland? "Since when did poetry begin?"

"You're not allowed to swear!"

Xiao Qingyi chided, he glanced at the invitation card, then thought for a while, and said while looking out the window: "In the ancient era, it was rumored that the continent was full of literary styles, with no martial artists left behind, leaving behind many beautiful poems. Later on, it was said that after an inexplicable change, martial arts began to flourish on the continent. People found some ancient texts among the ruins and ruins, and in recent years, it began to become more and more popular. Don't underestimate the young masters and mistresses of the imperial city. Many of them are talented individuals, your father was a dual practitioner of both martial and civil, a well-deserved First Young Master of his generation in the imperial city! "

"Isn't it just poetry? "What's so difficult about that!"

Xiao Lang muttered to himself, although he did not know how to compose poems, he had a bunch of amazing poems of the Poetic Immortal Realm. However, he was disdainful of copying a few lines from the ancient times to pretend to be some scholar. To him, a scholar was the same as his young master. They were both very disgusting existences.

Xiao Qingyi's tone suddenly changed, and said very seriously: "Hehe, my Langer is very sharp, it is rumored that Zi Shan that girl is a beauty, to actually reach the high ranking war general at the age of seventeen, it is rumored that she is extremely proud, and did not expect that she would actually send you an invitation. Langer, the person you have met before, what do you think? How about aunt asks your grandfather to help you arrange this marriage? "

"Engagement …"

Xiao Lang was speechless, he did not understand why Xiao Qingyi was so enthusiastic about this matter. Xiao Kuang and the others were already in their twenties, but they did not see any engagement made for them. He was only seventeen, why was Aunt in such a hurry?

Xiao Qingyi saw through Xiao Lang's expression and guessed his thoughts. He helplessly sighed: "Alright, since you're unhappy, Aunt won't say anymore. Go ahead and eat. Go play after ten days. It will be boring while you're holding in your Cyan Robe Pavilion all day! "

Xiao Lang replied as he sat down on the chair and started to eat the food.

Xiao Lang silently ate his meal, thinking that he could just go around and dodge when the time comes, since it was a poetry feast, he wouldn't do it in a duel, so he might as well go to the palace to take a look.

On the second day, Xiao Lang woke up early as usual and meditated for an hour to cultivate his Profound Qi, then went to the Martial Arts Practice Hall to cultivate with the Children of Xiao Family. After that, he went to the plaza and ran a hundred rounds.

The days passed quickly as Xiao Lang and Xiao Dao worked tirelessly like a dog. When they returned to their rooms at night, they directly fell asleep and snored like thunder.