Chapter 452: If you want the enemy to perish, you must first make it crazy

"Big bad guys, big perverts, bad students"!

Ye Zixuan pouted, holding a pen in her hand, pointing and muttering to the villain on the paper, completely unaware that Xiao Zijian was standing behind her.

"Hey, why does this big pervert look so familiar"!

Xiao Zijian's sudden remembered voice startled Ye Zixuan, and he hurriedly crumpled the paper with the villain in his hand and grabbed it in the palm of his hand.

Pouted and glared at Xiao Zijian, "Brother, when did you come in, don't you know that girls' boudoirs can't break in?"

Xiao Zijian smiled and sat on the chair next to him casually.

"Hey, who my precious sister".

Ye Zixuan turned around and turned her back to Xiao Zijian, "Hmph, it's not that bad student who doesn't like to study, he's busy all day long, he hasn't been in class for almost a month, so he went to sneak up on a girl."

Xiao Zijian smiled and said jokingly: "What does it matter to you that people pick up girls, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are in a hurry."

"Zixuan, Lu Shanmin is just a native farmer who popped out of a ravine and ravine, he didn't ask about it, he didn't know anything, he was stupid and not funny, he looked black and not handsome, and he was more than a dozen streets worse than your brother in Yushu Linfeng Saipan'an, hehe, Brother Ming'er will introduce you to a few sons of the capital, although you can't compare with your brother, but it won't be too far behind."

"Hehe, our family Zixuan is the most beautiful, smartest, cutest and most popular girl in the world, ordinary people don't deserve it at all, like the lame guy who played treasure downstairs in the girls' dormitory that day, my brother directly twisted him into a twist, eh, of course, you also know that my brother is a cultural person, and if the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, I just move his mouth, it's A-Ying's hand."

Xiao Zijian talked to himself for a long time, and suddenly found that his little cousin, who usually chattered more than him, didn't say a word abnormally.

Xiao Zijian closed his mouth, seeing Ye Zixuan's back to him, the shadow trembled slightly, and the sound of low sobbing could be faintly heard, the smile on Xiao Zijian's face froze, and he felt a tingling pain in his heart, and his right hand couldn't help but unconsciously press down on his chest.

This feeling was the first time he had encountered it in his life, and it was like seeing the things he cared about and loved the most being shattered.

It's not that he hasn't seen Ye Zixuan cry, he deliberately made her cry more than once when he was a child, and sometimes he even perverted that his sister's tears are the cleanest spring water in the world, which makes him feel comfortable to watch.

But this time, he felt distressed.

Xiao Zijian sat silently like this, even though there were thousands of hills and ravines in his chest, he couldn't even say a word.

The room was silent, and time seemed to stand still, passing very slowly.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Zixuan slowly turned around, pear blossoms bring rain, I see pity!

Her innocent and innocent face, which was not stained with any worldly dust, added something too complicated to describe. After so many years of growing up, I have never seen such a complicated look on her face. Pain with sorrow, sorrow with helplessness, helplessness with despair, despair with silence. Unspeakable!

In a wealthy family, the affection is far less strong than that of ordinary people, which Xiao Zijian saw more clearly than most wealthy children when he was very young.

Whether it is grandpa's family or grandpa's family, among all the brothers and sisters, only this sister in front of him can make him feel that he is still a person of flesh and blood and feelings.

Seeing Ye Zixuan like this, Xiao Zijian actually felt empathetic.

"Brother, TV and all say liar".

"Zixuan"?" Xiao Zijian shouted distressedly.

"Love is not sweet at all". Ye Zixuan kept sobbing.

"Zixuan, don't be like this." Xiao Zijian was a little flustered, and he had never felt at a loss.

"Brother, love is so bitter"!!

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Walking into the villa, there are three people in sight.

In the center of the spacious living room stood a person, about thirty years old, bald-headed, with shiny eyes, dressed as a warrior monk. From the living room to the corner landing of the staircase on the second floor, there stood a man, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, about forty years old, burly and strong. In the cloister on the second floor, in front of a hidden door, there was a person, about fifty or sixty years old, dressed in a tunic, looking kind-eyed.

"Poor monks 'raise emptiness', please teach the donor." The monk clasped his hands together, and the sound was like a bell.

As soon as the words fell, the two started almost at the same time and rushed towards each other.

The two of them moved forward and threw a punch at the same time at the moment of contact.

"Bang", the fist exploded in the air, and the two each took a step back and quickly separated.

The first punch was designed to test each other's strength, not a substantive offense.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yangkong's eyes, obviously he didn't expect Lu Shanmin's strength to be on par with him. Of course, he didn't know that this was just the strength of Lu Shanmin's muscles, if he superimposed the internal qi that could be mobilized from the hundreds of bones of his limbs, or gave him time to adjust the internal qi into his abdomen, this punch would not just make him take a step back.

Lu Shanmin shook his right hand, which was a little numb, and the old god stick had said that he must be careful when encountering monks and Taoist priests, because they are not liars and hidden masters. Lu Shanmin thought so, at that time he thought that the old god stick was a super liar, and now this Yangkong is obviously a hidden master, the vast majority of the world's foreign boxing is from Shaolin, looking at the appearance of this monk, it should be from the Shaolin Temple authentic foreign boxing master.

Lu Shanmin is confident that his strength is greater than that of the other party, but it is not so big that one force will drop ten times, strength belongs to strength, and boxing method belongs to boxing method, these are two different concepts.

He didn't dare to be careless, he calmed down, and the battle had just begun.

Another surprise to him was that Yangkong did not move, and after a short surprise, he put his hands together again, and then stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of please, "Donor, please go upstairs."

Lu Shanmin asked unexpectedly: "Don't fight"?

"The donor is born with divine power, and there is no need to fight again."

Lu Shanmin nodded, climbed the stairs, and at the corner of the stairs was a three-meter square platform.

The middle-aged man on the platform moved his left elbow back and suddenly clenched his fist against the palm of his right hand, hugged his fist and said: "Under Chen Shunkui, ask for one or two."

Lu Shanmin hugged his fists and put on a sanda posture, "Please."

The posture is compact, the structure is concise, the action is simple and unpretentious, strong and calm, like a tiger in a cage, rushing left and right and abrupt.

Lu Shanmin finally understood why Chen Shunkui chose to fight him on this platform, and the opponent's boxing technique has been introduced in the video of the big black head, which is now a rare cannon hammer short fight, which is very suitable for fighting in a small area.

As soon as the fight began, Lu Shanmin was in a passive situation of being beaten.

Open door cannon, mountain splitting cannon, chain cannon, corner cannon, cross cannon, back of the head cannon, laxative belly cannon.

A series of cannons bombarded all over Lu Shanmin's body, although they were all defended by keen perception, but the opponent's strength was not under the nourishment, and a series of seven cannons hit him, and his limbs felt sore and numb.

Coupled with the small space, the big opening and closing of Sanda cannot be fully unfolded at all, and the opponent's close-fitting short play is vividly played.

The big black head said in the video that the routine of cannon hammering is short, with only twelve cannons, and five cannons have been lost so far. Seeing that the opponent's seven cannons were finished, Lu Shanmin took advantage of the gap between the opponent's changes and quickly raised his knee and crashed into the opponent's stomach.

As soon as he made a move, he secretly shouted that it was bad, and the other party obviously just deliberately stayed and sold a flaw, followed by the five cannons that the big black head said were lost.

Cupola cannons, yin cannons, ground-piercing cannons, heart-warming cannons, and seven-star cannons are endless.

Lu Shanmin hurriedly withdrew his knees to defend, and in a hurry, he blocked the front four cannons, and the fifth cannon and the seven-star cannon suddenly hit him in the abdomen.

A huge force came, and the whole person retreated violently, slamming into the railing of the staircase, breaking the wooden handrail, and almost falling down the stairs.

Lu Shanmin only felt a spasm all over his body, and beads of sweat were covered in sweat on his forehead.

Chen Shunkui's face was shocked, and then he smiled faintly, "Please go upstairs."

Lu Shanmin took a deep breath, relieved the pain in his abdomen, stepped up the stairs, and walked towards the thin man in a Zhongshan suit.

"Let's make a move!" Lu Shanmin said coldly.

The man smiled lightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, "My name is Yue Yun, you can call me Grandpa Yue."

Yue Yun continued: "I can't beat you in the ring, and the person who dies in the fight to the death can only be you." It's okay if we don't fight."

As he spoke, he gently pushed open the hidden door, "Please come in."

Lu Shanmin looked at Yue Yun and believed that he would not step in. Yue Yun slowly closed the door behind him.

The room is simple and quaint, compared to the luxurious decoration outside the door of the door, it is like entering another house.

An old man with gray hair and a slightly hunched back turned his back to him and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window.

An old and kind voice sounded, "A good man is a brave man, he dares to come alone, Yaqian is not wrong."

The old man turned around, his face clear, slightly tired, but his eyes were bright.

The old man sat on the sofa and patted the side, "Come and sit."

Lu Shanmin walked over slowly and walked beside the old man, "You are Yaqian's grandfather"?

Zeng Guoqiang smiled, "I didn't expect it, do you think it will be my second son Zeng Qingwen who will settle accounts with you?"

Lu Shanmin nodded by default.

"He has always taken my words as a golden rule, I said that I can't look for you for three years, and he won't go to you for trouble even if it's a day off. Hehe, what an obedient son".

Zeng Guoqiang's laughter could not be heard whether he was satisfied or disappointed with this son's obedient performance.

"Mr. Zeng......".

"Call me great-grandfather, the old gentleman is too out-of-sight."

"Well, great-grandfather, what's in the newspaper..."

Zeng Guoqiang smiled, "I asked Yaqian to do it."

Lu Shanmin breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't have a good impression of Yaqian's father and uncle, his impression of this old man was not bad. "But your Zeng family has suffered a lot of losses this time."

Zeng Guoqiang smiled disapprehantly, "It's not big, it's not big, it's reluctant to let the child trap the wolf, if you want the enemy to perish, you must first make it crazy."