Life comes out inexplicably, helplessly endures, hangs up for some reason, suffers grievances, people will become sentimental, and Zhang Wu is no exception.

Looking at the second daughter sleeping with his arms on the left and right, Zhang Wu did not feel sleepy, even if he slept together, in the face of the delicate body that was as white as jade and made people squirt nosebleeds, he did not do anything out of the ordinary.

It's not that it's not lustful, but it's that the fight is overconsumed, and the body is really unbearable, and I'm afraid of falling apart.

Han Xiaolei is very considerate of him, so the three of them only open one room.

Just when Zhang Wu was tired of fame and depressed in his heart.

Xizhou, Southern-style martial arts.

Nan Fansheng paced back and forth, holding a cigarette stick in his hand to "read, read, read" and smoke, his throat was pervasive, and his face was uneven.

In front of him stood Li He, who was at the end of his edge.

Since bringing Xiu'e back, Li He washed his hands, no longer participated in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and lived an ordinary life honestly, and even left the Nan-style martial arts hall and went to the university to apply for a job as a physical education teacher, and Xiu'e became the administrator of the school library.

The husband and wife respect each other like guests, live a happy life, and are planning to have a child recently, after all, Li He is also in his thirties, unfilial piety has three no queens, although he is an orphan, but there is also a master who is also a master and a father, Nan Fan has no children and no daughters, Zhang Wu and Li He are his children.

Two years have passed, Li He's image has changed greatly, the ascetic appearance that was as thin as a dry spine and like a cow's tendon is gone, and the muscles on his body are full, and his body has become moderate, although he is still thin.

The face is ruddy, the skin is delicate, there are no pores, the hair is clear and delicate, there is no beard, the hairstyle is lean and meticulous, wearing a white T-shirt, Si Swenwen wears eyes, teaching and educating people, and does not show the temperament of a master at all.

In the past two years, Li He has gotten along with the students every day, the ruthless psychology of devil training has been exhausted, the murderous spirit has been restrained, and his personality has become more amiable, his speech is slow and methodical, he does not fight with others in case of trouble, he can let him go, he is fierce and fierce, he is sharp and restrained, and he does not see the wind and smoke, if he does not take the initiative to speak, no one knows that he has practiced martial arts.

Looking at Nan Fansheng who was frowning in front of him, Li He was silent.

He rarely comes to the martial arts hall anymore, only during the New Year's holidays to come to see the master, two years pass in the blink of an eye, once you step into the rivers and lakes, how can it be so easy to quit, the warmth and coldness of the people, the friendship of the senior brother, if you really encounter something, can you see death and not save it, regardless of it?

"Master, I'll take a trip to Xiazhou!" Li He understood Nan Fansheng's thoughts.

Zhang Wu was robbed and stepped on, he had a bad reputation but couldn't resist, his girlfriend was on someone's turf, things were big, and you were definitely the one who suffered.

Since my junior brother is controlled by others, then I will get this field back, don't you Xiazhou like to bully people, I'll go to "run things", blatantly come to the door to challenge, who bullied my junior brother, come and come, and talk to me, it's good to worship the post, it's better to compare it on the spot, I'll let you know that there is no one in Xiazhou!

called Zhang Wu, although it was to comfort him, but Zhang Wu didn't say a word when he talked on the phone, and Nan Fansheng knew that he was uncomfortable.

said that Zhang Wu made his own decision, it was just a scene of comforting the apprentice, not Nan Fansheng's attitude.

The apprentice was beaten, beaten by the crowd, not a competition between peers, bullied by someone with a higher rank than him, I am his master, if I don't find an explanation, there is no one behind you as my apprentice?

Are you muddy when I am a mortal life?

"Don't harm the innocent, whoever makes a move on Xiao Wu can just leave him half his life!" Nan Fansheng said in a heavy tone and made a decision.

After taking a look at the three, he had expected all the aftermath, the people below would fight to the death, and in the end, someone would have to call the shots, which would become a game between him and Xia Dongsheng.

"Okay, Xia Dongsheng, I haven't seen you for many years, let me see if you, the former Xia royal family, still have the majesty of the year!" Looking at Xiazhou, Nan Fansheng's waist is straight, she is bright and hidden, she is firm and heroic, and her demeanor is unparalleled.

Li He retreated, did not inform Zhang Wu, bought a plane ticket to Xiazhou overnight, and closed his eyes along the way.

After two years of not doing anything, Li He didn't understand how far his kung fu had come.

Usually just stand on the pile, run and jump with the children in physical education class, I feel like I come up and draw nonsense twice, and I don't dare to compare seriously, I am afraid that I will be intoxicated and fascinated, and I can't suppress my god all of a sudden, and my shape has changed greatly, and I am regarded as a giant by the students, which is bad.

In the past two years, Li He didn't count it in his heart, after all, there is no way to verify it, martial arts are against each other, if you don't do it with others, who knows how many catties and taels you have.

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Today's Xiazhou rarely rained, the sky was gray, the sun was covered, the clouds did not disperse, the air was humid, people were lazy and unenergetic, and they just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep.

Zhang Wu and the second daughter didn't go out, they lay together and watched TV, enjoying a rare good time, telling about their future plans, skin and flesh clinging, hugging left and right, kissing this wetly, teasing that, so unhappy.

After Li He got off the plane, he randomly found a teahouse and sat down, quietly listening to a commentary.

The storyteller listens to the wind is the rain, talks about how Zhang Wu was abused, was trampled on by someone to collect interest, wanted to cut off his arm, kowtowed to save his girlfriend and begged for mercy, added oil and vinegar to talk beyond recognition, villains, nests, do not understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, all kinds of belittlements, and at the end it also said that Nan Fansheng was famous, but he had no way to accept apprentices, and his reputation was buried by his apprentices, which is sad and lamentable!

Even so, Li He was not angry, but Si Swenwen sat there and ate melon seeds, no different from ordinary people, and when he met a small servant, he came up to pour tea, smiled in return, and cultivated extraordinary.

After sitting all morning, the people who stepped on Zhang Wu heard it clearly, and in the light rain, Li He held up an oil-paper umbrella and went out calmly.

Fujing Street in Xia City, the ancient courtyards are lined up, the high walls of the houses are thick, dignified and ancient, cramped and rigorous, and each old house has a history of hundreds of years.

Follow the path to the front of the Wu Mansion, listen to the storyteller, the Wu family once followed the Xia royal family, the family was prominent, but that was a thousand years ago, even the Xia family was submerged in the long river of history, and the turtle shrank in a state, An An was divided into his own soil emperor, not to mention the Wu family.

Li He smiled, knocked lightly on the door, polite, and did not mean to come to the door to ask for guilt.

"Something?" someone in the courtyard asked, and opened the door through a crack, poking his brain out, looking cautious, for fear of disturbing the master's house.

"In Xia Li He, I heard that the six sword gods are extremely strange, and their names are spread in Xiazhou, so I came to visit!" Li He took the umbrella and saluted with his fists, and the light rain did not wet into his clothes, but slipped down the corners of his clothes, as if he was wearing a raincoat.

The subordinate was stunned, looked at the guy who looked like a teacher in front of him, knew that he was definitely a master, and did not dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly replied: "Wait a minute!"

And in the back hall, the door is closed, Wulu is like an old way to cast a spell, burn incense and wax, respectfully kowtow to the sword, worship the sword and ask for the sword, pull out the sword and close his eyes to meditate, and then probe the sword into the air and slowly compare, after a while, the sword seems to appear on the light, circulating in the sword body.

As soon as the subordinate approached the back hall, the sword light immediately sensed, and jumped slightly, like a pulse, Wu Lu ignored it, and only concentrated on practicing the sword.

This person understands the rules, just stands outside the door, and does not shout, for fear of disturbing Wulu's cultivation, otherwise the movement will become bigger, and the sword light will be shocked, and as soon as you go out, you will die!

With respect, he inserted the sword back into the scabbard, hung it on the wall and tilted it naturally, and then saluted and restrained his breath before Wu Lu spoke: "What's the matter?"

"Master, someone is visiting outside, he looks like a teacher, very evil, the rain drops on his body can't soak into his clothes, and he slips away along the corners of his clothes, standing in the rain and slipping around, his whole body is not wet, it's very strange!"

Wulu is not an ordinary martial artist, his ancestors can pass down six swords, of course, there are a lot of things to see, the rain does not wet the body, one is that this person's qi is extremely powerful, and the "qi" practiced is like the transpiration of the river and the sea, the clouds are steaming, and the clouds are evaporating, and they can be dispersed from the body, and they can raise a layer of inner membrane outside the body, and the fight is like wearing an iron coat.

Then it is to practice to the peak of the transformation realm, everywhere around the body, sensitive to the extreme, just like a bird does not fly, the sparrow takes off to borrow from your hand, at this moment the muscles of the hand collapse, there is no pedaling, the bird naturally can't fly.

The rain is not wet and this principle is the same, first of all, you have to sweat and hair fade, the pores of the whole body are closed, the whole body is sensitive beyond common sense, the rain drops on the body are like birds stepping on your hands, giving you a stimulus, the body immediately-for-tat, a burst of raindrops, naturally falling, water droplets can not fall on you at all.

The former kind of qigong is strong, but the latter is terrifying, the magic is round, the whole body is perfect, and it will enter the Danjin and put it in a relatively poor state, that is the leader of the martial arts alliance!

"Prepare the wine and food, I'll go to meet you!" Wulu didn't dare to be careless, he didn't know the good and evil of the comer, so he could only prepare with both hands.

First go back to the hall and ask the six swords to carry behind you, so that you have some confidence, and then tell your subordinates to prepare to entertain people, in case it is really a visit, the number of etiquette can not be lost.

The door was open, Wu Lu's voice was loud, and he laughed happily first, shouting: "Welcome guests, it is really a blessing for you to come to the cold house, please inside!"

For the guests who come to visit, you can't use the set of things in the rivers and lakes, people are here to visit, and it's really rude to meet them, and the real guests have to be spoiled.

Li He smiled kindly, hugged his fists, and glanced at Wu Lu, more observing the six swords behind him.

This sword has a god, and when he saw it, he actually had a sense, trembling slightly, very interesting, enough to bluff people!

"Thank you for the hospitality of the predecessors, you don't need to go in, Li Mou heard that the six swords came, and the teahouse and restaurant are all talking about you using this sword to defeat the foreigners, since you brought the sword out, Li wants to give it a try!" Li He was very polite, and he spoke elegantly about the fights, and he deserved to be a teacher.

Hearing this, Wu Lu's face was embarrassed, and he understood that Li He was from a foreign state, and those storytellers had made up too much, and they had to have a degree to elevate themselves and belittle others.

How do Xiazhou people break their bulls, how do people from other states are weak chickens, look down on outsiders, trouble will come to the door, you Wulu is the protagonist, the first to bear the brunt!

"How do you want to compare?" "Since you have come to this point, Wulu can't let it go anymore, and people are clearly coming to look for your bad luck, and the only way to do it is to play a majestic role."

"Let's get out of the sword!" Li He didn't say how to compare, only said the sword, that is, there were no rules, it was equivalent to kicking the field, and life and death were conceited.

With that, the two began to walk down the street, looking at each other in circles.

Li He was as calm as usual, and there was no nervousness.

Wu Lu was holding the hilt of his sword and waiting for him, ready to draw his sword at any time, he sensed the upper and lower four dimensions, sensed the flow of air, sensed Li He's heartbeat, and looked for flaws between walks and turns.

As a result, after two laps, Li He was like a turtle shell, leaving you with nowhere to start, let alone showing your edge, so that Wu Lu was at a loss, and his heart began to be anxious.

The method of the six swords is like a startling tail vertebrae, playing sensitive, and the body has its own reaction to the crisis, as long as there is any clue, give the body a stimulus, and a sword will go out, with its own divine power.

How do you know that Li He doesn't show his edge at all, just like an ordinary person who takes two steps there, and people don't provoke you, how can he draw a sword and kill people?

The six swords were born from Xingyi boxing, practice boxing first practice morality, practice "reason" first, no moral exercise, the elders dare not teach, they can't learn well, always want to be crooked, kung fu is naturally not deep, practice in vain!

After two laps, Li He smiled slightly, making people feel like a spring breeze, and he saw through some of the tricks of the six swords, and he didn't delay any longer.

I saw two figures, one on the left and one on the right, rushing out of the body, advancing in unison, lifelike, each of them was real, and it collapsed Wulu in an instant, which one was stabbed?

Not a level opponent at all!

Then he felt a sword, stabbed in the air, Wulu only felt a cool breeze passing through his chest, and suddenly felt that the yin wind penetrated his bones, his whole body was numb, and he was nailed to the spot, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

Touching his chest, there were no scars, but it made Wulu sweat like rain, his whole body seemed to be deflated, and his spirit was a little sluggish.

And in the days that followed, Wulu became sick, couldn't afford to play with the sword, couldn't dance, hurt when he practiced, and his spirit could never be full, and then he really couldn't, so he went to find Xia Dongsheng to solve the dark disease, but the kung fu was wasted, and the six swords inherited by the Wu family for thousands of years were lost in this generation.