Jiang Ling asked a few more details about the murder and punishment, and Yue Qinghua wanted to abandon his martial arts and follow his literature.

"He said that your sixth knife, when he joined the army in his first year, he might not be able to catch it?" Jiang Ling lit a cigarette and asked calmly.

"That's what he said." Yue Qinghua nodded cautiously, but added his own understanding of human nature. "But I'm not sure he's suspected of bragging."

"Did he look like bragging?" Gangneung asked very carefully.

"Not really." Yue Qinghua shook his head honestly.

"You show off the sixth sword." Jiang Ling handed Yue Qinghua a fruit knife and said with a smile. "I'll see."

"Now?" Yue Qinghua twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You're inconvenient?" Gangneung asked rhetorically.

"The main thing is that my finger has just been connected, and I am afraid that it will be broken again..."Yue Qinghua explained. The doctor also told me not to move. ”

"Don't you still have a hand?" Gangneung frowned. "Hurry up, I'll wait to get back to my life."

"Okay then..."Yue Qinghua was a little shy.

Holding the fruit knife, lifting the qi, lifting the anus, lifting the buttocks, and sinking the dantian, the tiger's body was shocked, and he burst into a loud drink.

"The sixth knife of the famous knife gate!" Yue Qinghua snorted. "Slash!"

The corner of the table was split in half in response, and the clouds flowed smoothly in one go.

"I stayed up all night and didn't sleep, and I was hit hard." Yue Qinghua said modestly. "With this knife, I only exerted three successes."

"Oh." Jiang Ling nodded slightly, his face full of frenzied mockery. "Even if you play 30 percent, you look like a parallel product."

“？” Yue Qinghua raised his head and glanced at Jiangling.

Gangneung picked up the phone and called the boss.

"I can't see anything." Jiang Ling frowned. "He's like a clown, pure and innocent, and a girl chirping."

Yue Qinghua was in a hurry.

Showy?

Clown?

chirping?

Which of these three words does Lao Tzu have anything to do with?

"Well, I know, I see what you mean." Jiang Ling listened to the instructions, hung up the phone, and then looked at Yue Qinghua. "You're being beaten like this, and you don't ask your parents for help? I heard that your father was known as the strongest man in Ouchi back then? ”

Yue Qinghua vaguely heard the subtext of Jiang Ling's words.

I'm too wasteful, I can't try to see how deep Zhang Xiangbei is.

People want to let themselves move the old man out of the mountain to find out.

"My dad has retired for many years..."Yue Qinghua has a correct attitude. And in this matter, I have an unshirkable responsibility, I fully accept the status quo, and in my heart, there is no complaint. ”

"Does it matter?" Jiang Ling frowned. "Are you stupid?"

"My dad has already sealed the knife." Yue Qinghua explained. "I also had a stroke last year, and my left hand and right foot often trembled. The doctor said it was irregular hemiplegia. ”

When Jiang Ling heard this, he didn't say anything more, and said lightly: "You have a good rest, I'll come back another day." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

As soon as Jiang Ling left, He Tongxun said incredulously: "Isn't Master in retreat to develop unique skills?" When did you become hemiplegic? How did I not know? ”

"I'm foolish." Yue Qinghua pouted.

"Huh?" He Tongxun raised his eyebrows and said. "The Famous Sword Sect has suffered a great humiliation this time, are you going to hide it from the master? Don't you know that Master has lived with a face all his life? ”

"If it's not your father, you're not afraid of him being beaten to death at all, right? My dad is seventy and nine this year, his bones are crispy, and he may be incontinent if he falls, and he still makes him fight? Yue Qinghua glanced at He Tongxun coldly. Who's dad is distressed. ”

He Tongxun was a little regretful: "Then after we are famous in the Sword Gate, we really can't raise our heads." ”

"You've quit the Famous Knife Gate, are you sighing a fart?" Yue Qinghua said disdainfully.

"People are retreating, but the feelings are still there, after all, how can decades of mentorship be given up overnight?" He Tongxun quibbled.

"You still feel sorry for your son, your legs are broken, and I don't see that you can't give up." Yue Qinghua killed people and said in his heart.

He Tongxun didn't panic at all, shrugged his shoulders and said: "I have many sons, just a broken leg, I can afford it." ”

"Famous Sword Gate, but the master's life's work."

"Shut the fuck." Yue Qinghua said irritablely. "Dog things, one is more than a chicken thief."

Last night, they gathered to do Han Lao Mo, one by one, they pushed back and blocked, people came, but there were words first, brotherhood was still there, and they couldn't bear to die. Except for the hard qigong masters, none of these old guys refused to contribute, and they were all there to watch the excitement.

Now that the Famous Daomen has been beaten, he began to incite himself to invite the ancestor of the Famous Daomen to come out of the mountain.

Don't think about it, the other old dogs will definitely encourage themselves.

It's really not his own father, so he doesn't care if his ancestor lives or dies, right?

It's still good when you're young, all of them are too innocent and kind.

Once you get older, all of them are more vicious than rat drugs.

He Tongxun was lying on the bed snoring, and Yue Qinghua, who couldn't fall asleep, had planted a seed in his heart.

He struggled for a long time, and finally sent a WeChat message to Lao Zu: "Dad, your son was beaten up, and his left hand was almost reimbursed." ”

Ding dong.

The ancestor of the Famous Sword Sect quickly replied to the message: "Son, you are fifty and five this year, right?" ”

"It's fifty-six after the New Year." Yue Qinghua suddenly sighed a little, time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, he is already old.

"It's all this age, and the left hand is basically useless. Reimbursement is reimbursement, good for the body. ”