Updated: 2012-11-06

Tang Ning has been worshipping under the plum blossom since he was a child, not because he is willing or not, but because he has no choice. http://www.56shuku/ Aunt + Passion Novelhttp://WwW./class12/ 1.html Po is the successor of the previous generation of Sanshoumen, unless she accepts other apprentices, otherwise Sanshoumen has been passed down for thousands of years, and it will have to be cut off in her generation. is ashamed of the elders of the past generations, and she can't afford this crime.

When she was old, she was accompanied by Tang Ning, and the external environment did not allow her to have the leisure energy to accept another apprentice, the little old lady had thought about it for a long time, and finally, in desperation, she regarded Tang Ning as both an apprentice and a grandson, and the two identities were mixed together to raise her.

When Tang Ning was very young, when he was studying and practicing, whenever he had free time, he liked to move a small bench and sit quietly next to his aunt and mother-in-law. Listen to her tell about the anecdotes that happened to her or that she had heard and seen when she was walking in the rivers and lakes in her early years. And every time I listened to it with relish, I even forgot to eat and sleep. Reluctant to play with children of the same age. In his opinion, the mysterious power of these stories told by his aunt and mother-in-law. In addition, the more hot, exciting, courageous and life-and-death stirring world is the place he yearns for. Instead of being as calm as a puddle of clear water as it is now.

He has a wild nature in his bones and longs for a passionate life. Think that this way of life is really suitable for yourself. If it was in ancient times, he would be a chivalrous man who walked alone with a sword. Drinking spirits, riding a BMW, reprimanding pride, waving his hand, and beheading the enemy. In modern times, we must also be a scavenger who sneaks in the dark, eradicates evil, and demonstrates the truth of justice and fairness in the world.

Only by expressing one's righteousness and sweeping away the injustices in the world can one not waste what he has learned in his chest, and he is worthy of being a real man.

It can be said that Downing has been preparing for a long time. Scheming, spells, cultivation and other aspects of preparation.

Since I plan to be a Jianghu person, I want to walk in the rivers and lakes in the future. Then you can't have the experience of coming into contact with people and all kinds of people. Tang Ning is indeed lacking in this regard, and there is no appropriate opportunity to practice and experience it at present, but his aunt and grandmother can draw a scoop according to the gourd, and can teach him her own experience and insight. While this clumsy approach had limited utility, it was sufficient for Downing, who was in his formative stages.

Besides, in such a small mountainous county, there is little chance of meeting those really sophisticated people in the rivers and lakes. Even if you suddenly meet one day, and you inevitably have a conflict with the other party, just be careful and cautious. In addition to self-preservation, the possibility of defeating the enemy is not impossible.

When you meet people, you will say three points, and you can't throw away all your heart.

Fight the enemy and use your eyes sparingly, because it will deceive. What the eye sees is not necessarily real, and it is impossible to find what is in fact in fact and in mortal danger, but the eyes of a man forcibly ignore the past.

Pneumatic traction is one of the most effective and strategic means against the enemy, and it is more real than what the eyes see. It can find a qiē that the human eye can't see. Whether the pores are closed or towering, the muscles are tense or relaxed instantly, and the heart beats at a normal rate or suddenly accelerates, you can roughly judge what the person is thinking and what they may do next.

People are old and sophisticated, shrewd like foxes. For such an old man who is obviously hostile to him, but because of the situation, he has to hide it very deeply, if he can't be killed on the spot, he has to deal with him with 120,000 spirits. The fangs that lurk in the shadows can be fatal if they are revealed.

From childhood to adulthood, these most basic experiences in the rivers and lakes, my aunt and mother-in-law don't know how many times they have been mentioned in Tang Ning's ears, so they have long been inherited by him and have become part of his habits.

Under the traction of the air engine, there is nothing to hide. Although in the dark. But for Tang Ning, who walked over with a relaxed face, he was actually vigilant all the time and did not dare to relax, it was far clearer than his eyes.

Although Yang Sanmao learned a few incomplete spiritual techniques, he didn't understand the unique qi induction of martial arts practitioners, so when he suddenly lowered his head, he unconsciously affected the muscles of his body and instantly tightened, and his heartbeat accelerated, so that Tang Ning, who was dragging his arm, immediately felt alert in his heart, especially the sharp murderous aura that escaped from the moment the "Queen Bee Needle" was launched. Tang Ning, who was extremely sensitive, moved more physically than he was conscious, that is, his actions were faster than the commands coming from his head.

There was a sharp sound of breaking the air, and a wisp of strong wind grazed Tang Ning's sideburns, and quickly swept over the ear wheel. The quenched "queen bee needle" went short! Relying on the trick of saving his life did not succeed, and the result was the tragedy of Yang Sanmao.

Rubbing half of his face, the oozing blood condensed into a stream, flowing down his neck into the collar garment, squeezing his bloody lips, Yang Sanmao, who was struggling desperately, suddenly felt his body loosen, and felt that the vest part seemed to be poked by a red-hot iron bar, and a hot heat penetrated his heart. At the same time, the young man behind him also let him go.

Yang Sanmao, who was out of control, sat on the grass with his legs limp and collapsed, and immediately ran several meters away with a rolling belt and staggered to his feet. The venomous face with the blood was fierce, and he roared madly into the darkness, trying his best to vent his heart.

The plot failed, and Yang Sanmao, who knew that he was going to die, also let it go. Decades of depression, resentment and unwillingness after injury, and now despair, all gathered together and exploded.

"Damn boy, you can't blame me. It was you who suddenly jumped out and ruined my business. Blocking people's money is like killing your parents, damn bastard, you don't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

"You have to die, no matter what the cost. I've got to get the money that's been thrown on the ground. ”

"I'm not afraid of you, come, come, the third master still has a lot of killer features that are useless. Come on, you're going to kill me, haha...... Bastard, damn bastard......"

"Okay, I won't kill you, you can go!"