Fox Fairy Matchmaker: Dressed as the Silver Moon Guard Commander

Tushan Rongrong was slightly disappointed when she heard this, but her eyes were very enthusiastic when she looked at the two poems on the paper. She didn't expect Shura to be so talented.

Then she looked at Tu Shan Shuang Jian. In her opinion, apart from Shura, Tu Shan Shuang Jian was the only one at the table who could write a poem.

Upon seeing this, Tu Shan Shuangjian put down the wine bowl in his hand, thought for a moment, looked at the clear wine in the bowl and slowly spoke.

"The wine sky is the same color without any dust, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky."

"Who next to the pavilion sees the moon for the first time, and who does the bright moon shine on in what year?"

After reciting a poem, everyone was so shocked that they were immersed in the beautiful atmosphere and couldn't recover for a long time. This time, even Tu Shan Honghong and Tu Shan Yaya felt the artistic conception contained in the poem.

Tushan Yaya and Dongfang Yuechu were the first to react, clapped their hands and said, "Master is so awesome."

Tu Shan Honghong also clapped her hands and praised, "It's amazing." She was really shocked. Tu Shan Shuangjian is simply an all-rounder. He can not only lead troops to fight, write exercises, design weapons, but also has great literary talent. When it comes to composing poetry, it feels like there’s nothing he can’t do.

Moreover, he looks good, works reliably and makes people feel safe, and his cooking is delicious, as if he has no shortcomings.

She now regrets why she asked Tushan Yaya to become his teacher, otherwise they might be able to get together, and she can rest assured that Tushan Shuangjian can help her take care of Yaya.

"Huh? It seems like no one stipulates that master and apprentice can't be together?" Tu Shan Honghong reacted and looked at Tu Shan Yaya and Tu Shan Shuangjian, the more they seemed to match each other.

Tushan Rongrong immediately copied the poem onto the paper and savored the artistic conception contained in the poem.

On this Mid-Autumn Festival, a few people were chatting and laughing under the bright moon, reciting poems and composing poems. They were so happy, and the long laughter filled the surroundings of the pavilion.

Early next morning

Tu Shan Shuangjian woke up with a headache and looked at the scene around him lying in a mess. Tu Shan Yaya, smelling of alcohol, was sleeping soundly on the ground with Dongfang Yue Yue on her pillow. The lid of the endless wine pot was not closed. The wine flowed all over the floor.

Tushan Rongrong lay on Shura's body, drooling on Shura's clothes. She put her little hands into Shura's underwear and kept groping around, looking very crazy.

The frightened Tushan Shuangjian quickly controlled Shura to stand up and put Tushan Rongrong on the ground.

Then he looked around for Tu Shan Honghong's figure. "No, maybe he went back to the house to sleep." He looked down inadvertently.

"I'll wipe it!" Tu Shan Honghong slept directly on the table. At this time, she was completely different from the usual aloof sister. She was fast asleep with her mouth open, her belly was rising and falling rhythmically, and her red skirt was half open and loose. , the whole person appears in one big character, it is simply a defenseless sleeping posture.

The bits of snow-white exposed on the chest make people can't help but think about it.

Seeing this scene, Tu Shan Shuangjian immediately covered his eyes and prepared to go home quickly, but then he thought that Dongfang Yue was still here.

So in order to prevent Dongfang Yue from being exposed to this 18-forbidden scene too early, he resolutely approached Tushan Honghong, arranged her dress, and used his fingers to wipe away the remaining saliva marks on her mouth to prevent She made a fool of herself.

After handling everything, Tushan Shuangjian looked at Tushan Yaya who was sleeping soundly and prepared to wake her up.

But as soon as he walked in front of her, Tu Shan Shuangjian immediately covered his eyes. Tu Shan Yaya's clothes were originally very loose, a red coat, which usually couldn't cover the huge thing on her chest.

After yesterday's play, the red coat could no longer cover the huge mountain peak, and there was a faint tendency to expose it, and the belt was loose.

There was a sense of immediacy that "the garden is full of spring scenery and I can't stop it". Tu Shan Shuangjian resisted the blood that was about to spurt out of his nose.

With eyes closed, he slowly squatted down and lifted Tushan Yaya's coat up, and then tightened her belt, so that Tushan Yaya would not be exposed.

Then he kicked Tushan Yaya with his toes. Tushan Yaya woke up slowly and looked at Tushan Shuangjian with sleepy eyes and asked.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Get up and practice quickly," Tu Shan Shuangjian said

Tushan Yaya was a little tired after hearing this, but she didn't dare to get up. She hit Dongfang Yueyu with her elbow and said, "Hey! The smelly cockroach got up to practice."

Dongfang Yue opened his eyes in a daze and saw Tushan Yaya's big face.

Tushan Yaya pulled him up and followed in the footsteps of Tushan Shuangjian to practice at the Tushan border.

Nangong Mansion

At this time, in an open space, two young men with handsome faces were sparring, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword. The swords were going back and forth very fiercely, and from time to time they made crisp sounds of gold and iron clashing.

The sword-wielding young man had a handsome appearance, a pair of amber pupils, wore a Tai Chi crown to tie up his long brown hair, and wore a Taoist robe.

The boy holding the knife was wearing a black robe, and his appearance was exactly the same as when Nangong Wentian was young.

As the round ended, the two stopped attacking, sheathed their swords and panted heavily on the spot.

Tushan Shuangjian and Wangquan Hegemony, who were watching the battle in a pavilion nearby, commented, "They are actually on the same level. Compared with some Dao Alliance elders, I might as well give in to this strength. It is true that heroes emerge from youth." At this time, their beards and hair were all white.

At this time, Wang Quanzui came over with a plate of fruit and shouted to the two teenagers, "Fugui, Wenzui, come and take a rest!"

Wang Quan Fugui and Nangong Wenzui heard the words and walked towards the pavilion. As soon as they reached the pavilion, Wang Quanzui held the two of them in his arms and said dotingly, "Fugui, Wenzui, you two are so amazing, great, great!"

Dongfang Huaizhu died long ago, so over the years Wang Quanzui treated Wang Quan Fugui like his own son.

Wang Quan Fugui and Nangong Wenzui shyly broke away from Wang Quanzui's arms and sat aside to rest and chat.

Wang Quan Hegemony also sat aside with Nangong Wentian and lamented the changes of time.

"In a blink of an eye, we have all become the most annoying older generation before," Wang Quan said with emotion.

"Yes, now is the era of young people. It's time for us old guys to step aside," Nangong Wentian said mockingly.

At this time, Nangong Wenzui suddenly asked, "Father, we humans use magic weapons to attack you, why do you want me to learn some physical skills?"

"Indeed, humans rely on magic weapons to be able to fight against monsters. Physical skills are not our strength as humans, unless we are from a family that practices physical training," Wang Quan Fugui said

After thinking for a moment, Nangong Wentian said meaningfully, "A good brave man drowns, a good fighter dies. It is actually a very terrible thing to blindly rely on one's own strengths, because once you become dependent on you, you will become dependent over time."

People will enter a comfort zone and form a fixed mindset, and almost always use their own strengths to solve problems when they encounter them. Over time, other means and ways of thinking will disappear and eventually they will enter a dilemma or even a desperate situation in life."

Nangong Wenzui suddenly realized what he said and said, "Father, I understand."

The king's power and wealth also seemed to be enlightened.

Even Wang Quan Hegemony and Wang Quan Zui are very shocked. This is contrary to their thinking habits for many years, but it makes sense.

What would humans do if they were separated from the magic weapon? Could it be that their achievements would only be at the mercy of others?

Wang Quan Hegemony patted his shoulder excitedly and said, "Brother Wentian, your way of thinking is still as unique as when you were young. I really learned a lesson today."

Then he said to Wang Quan Fugui, "Starting from today, before practicing sword practice, I will also learn physical skills from your cousin."

"Yes, father," Wang Quan Fugui said with his hand.

Wang Quanzui hugged his shoulders in admiration and said, "Wentian, you are so smart!"

Nangong Wentian felt proud. Fortunately, he had memorized Fang Yuan's quotations from his previous life.