In the martial arts, there is such a very strange thing: the "Four Great Princes" in Jiangnan have the best reputation in the rivers and lakes, but none of them have really shot with others, but their martial arts and talents have been rendered to the extreme, which can really be called a kind of strange, and even, a bit mysterious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially the Mengjia Sanshao, the head of the "Four Great Princes", legend has it that his stunts can be compared with the masters of the eight major schools such as the Shaolin abbot Tianshan Zhangjiao Kongtong Kunlun Zhangmen, but although the Mengjia Sanshao acts in a high-profile manner, and when he conflicts with others, his approach is just like what Nangong Liang said just now, shouting hundreds of dozens of fierce thugs, and then single-handedly picking out others.

So, who knows you best in the world?

As Gu Long Daxia said, the woman who knows you best can't be a husband and wife, the man who knows you best can't be a friend, and the person who knows you best can only be your enemy.

His extended meaning can be understood in this way: a woman is a sensual animal, she needs a man who always exudes a sense of mystery that moves her and makes her attracted, and once all the mystery disappears, love also disappears; between men, even worse, when they grasp all the characteristics of the other party, at a certain moment and a certain moment, they will sell some characteristics of the other party in order to arbitrage some interests - even if they do not sell it, they can also hold the weakness of the other party in their hands and keep it, and at a certain moment, become the fatal key to putting the other person to death. As for the enemy, this is the easiest to understand, to hit the opponent, it is natural to grasp all kinds of information of the opponent in an all-round way, so that after a series of opportunities, one blow is fatal.

Nangong Liang buried his armor in his chest, and did a lot of homework for this day, so he almost knew everything about the behavior of the three young Mengjia. However, there is one thing that really makes him very depressed, it is said that the so-called superb martial arts of the "Four Great Princes" are because of a person's mouth.

The problem is that the person who commented on the "Four Great Princes" was not an ordinary person, but the chief elder of the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion, Fu Yuan, said it.

Who is Zen Master Fuyuan, so authoritative?

Let's put it this way, in the world's weapons rankings, all the rankings are from his appraisal.

It is said that he is over 100 years old, but he is still physically strong, and he is born once every ten years, walking to the ends of the earth and updating his rankings.

The appraisal of Zen Master Fuyuan, perhaps, there were people who doubted, and the result of suspicion was that the person who was pressed on the ranking was very unconvinced to find someone who was inferior to himself in his mind but pressed himself to do it, and then he believed in the authority of Zen Master Fuyuan at the moment of death.

Many years have passed, and no one doubts the authority of Zen Master Fuyuan anymore.

The problem is that no one has witnessed the stunt of the three young dreamers with their own eyes.

Of course, among the people on the scene, only Du Liuru, the chief leader of the "Feiyun Dart Bureau", has seen it.

But does Du always say?

Of course, Mr. Du will not say. He just looked at this unlucky child with pity, and actually singled out with the third young man? He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart: Be a man, sometimes, it's better to be well-behaved, at least, to find out, who can't be provoked, don't provoke casually.

There is no doubt that the three young dreamers have never been a person who can be provoked casually. Although, at this moment, he stood there quietly, with a harmless smile on his face.

Nangong Liang pulled out the sword inserted in his father's heart, bringing out a wisp of red blood that slowly flowed out. He didn't take a look at his dead relatives, and said that too, he wanted to die when he was alive, and what was there to look good after he died?

Nangong Liang was holding the sword upside down, the tip of the sword was still dripping with the blood of his father's heart, and he had no intention of wiping it, perhaps, for him, this battle, he had been looking forward to it for a long time and couldn't wait, after all, this battle, it was fake not to make him anxious. He has paid a lot for today, so to speak, to the extent that he dare not imagine. However, he didn't think he was wrong, he was wrong, but he couldn't understand what kind of means the three young masters of the Dream Family used to isolate him from the Nangong family and even calculate to death, causing him to have to bear a few so-called big families that were not worth mentioning in his eyes in the past, but now they are besieging him.

At this moment, he thought a lot, and the only thing he might not have thought about was that in fact, there were still forty or fifty masters in his Nangong Mansion who were guarding around, either openly or secretly, as long as any of the three Nangong family elders in the pavilion gave orders, they would protect him at the fastest speed.

The problem is, just as Nangong Xuan thought, a person who can abandon or even kill his parents at any time, what are they compared to his parents?

Protecting a person who is going to kill himself at any moment?

The heads of the three elders of the Nangong family are all healthy, so they are looking at each other, and from each other's desolate and sad eyes, they all see the faint helplessness of the general trend and the sadness of the hero's twilight.

Nangong Liang strode down the pavilion, he wanted to solve all his troubles in the fastest time. His assumption was that no matter what the elders thought, once the master was killed, they would stand up and take care of the remaining trivial matters for him. Then, the position of the head of the Nangong family will fall on his head without any choice, the Nangong family has gone through this battle, perhaps, the consumption is heavy, but he has youth, and he has time, as long as he is given time, he has the confidence to push the Nangong family to a higher position.

Therefore, this battle, for Nangong Liang, is the key to the fortune of the entire Nangong family.

"Jiangnan, there are three swords, one is Duanmu Bai's sword, the other is the sword of the purple-clothed Yu Kang among your 'Four Great Princes', and the third is my sword. Although, I haven't seen how the sword of the purple-clothed Yu Kang is, and Duanmu Bai has also pressed me on the front line, but that was a few years ago, let's put it this way, back then, Duanmu Bai's sword could shake out seven sword flowers when the sword was released, and I was only able to produce six and a half flowers at that time; ”

When Nangong Liangxing approached, his speed slowed down, but the strength of his pace increased, and it was obvious that he was gathering strength.

In the dream, the classmate looked at him lightly and did not speak. That's right, Meng has always prided himself on being civilized and polite, and polite people will not interrupt others halfway. He just looked at Nangong Liang quietly, without a trace of expression on his face, as if, accompanied by a bear child watching the bear-infested bald head forcibly pull a primitive saw blade under the towering tree, and then, by the frenzied bear Da Xiong Er, a honeycomb upside down on the top of his head, in the angry roar all over the mountains and lungs. The bear child next to him laughed with relish, but Meng felt deeply bored.

This is the trench of the generation gap!

Yes, in the eyes of classmate Meng, he and Nangong Liang really live in two completely different eras.

Different times have different philosophies.

Nangong Liang's words, for him, made him feel a very funny material. He really wanted to sit down with Nangong Liang, drink tea, nibble on buns, and then calmly tell him that the sword is a tool for killing, not a paintbrush in the painter's hand, and painting a few more flowers and plants can't explain anything. It's like Bruce Lee, an international martial arts master of the generation, who once sparred with boxing champion Ali, although he had a more advantage in points, but Ali's punching strength was nearly a thousand catties, and even if he was hit all of a sudden, he would suffer heavy damage.

Of course, the most perfect martial art should be a combination of speed and power. For example, karate in the island country is straightforward and crisp. Although the Chinese people have always rejected it, thinking that their martial arts are just an upgrade after plagiarizing the Tang hand, but no matter whether they plagiarize or copy, it cannot be denied that they have worked hard to eliminate the useless flower shelves of flowers and plants, and martial arts are used to beat people, not to run the rivers and lakes to practice stalls, and it is also a great thing to restore the original face of martial arts.

After all, classmate Meng was struck by lightning from the era hundreds of years later, and he knows hundreds of years of civilization knowledge more than Nangong Liang, if knowledge is a huge power, with the power of civilization of hundreds of years alone, he can smash Nangong Liang to pieces, and using more fashionable language is, it is very bullying.

However, now, even if classmate Meng has the heart to teach him and make a temporary cameo appearance as Nangong Liang's Xixi Wuzhi, it will be too late.

At the last moment of the sunset, it took away the last trace of the sunset.

At that moment when the remnants of the glow were about to end, the sword in Nangong Liang's hand buzzed, and Huo Ran burst out a few beautiful flowers in that line of remnants.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight - eight very beautiful flowers, more beautiful than Valentine's Day roses.

It's a pity that in his life, Meng hates flowers and plants the most, especially roses.

Once, there was such a woman, in front of him, said to him, if you give me a rose, I will go with you to the end of the world. As a result, in the largest exhibition hall in the area, he walked to a supposedly valuable oil painting, tore off the rose in front of everyone's eyes, and then, in the eyes of everyone, offered the rose to the woman, who did not say a word, took his hand without hesitation, and threw down her husband, who was still competing with his rivals for the treasures, and drifted away with him.

If, that day, it wasn't that rose, the woman wouldn't have gone with him, and if it wasn't for that rose, the woman wouldn't have died in front of him later!

Rose!

That's a, forever, a huge injury.

The things that have been hurt, Dream classmates, like ordinary people, are full of rejection.

It's just that Classmate Meng's approach is more thorough, and he will strangle it to death!

Therefore, when Nangong Liang was like a great Danqing family, after making full preparations, he was ready to show everyone his outstanding talent, stretch his talent, and draw nine beautiful roses for everyone, but when he painted the eighth flower, he was forcibly stopped.

He looked at the hand on his neck full of regret, a little confused, he didn't know what he had done wrong, which led to the sudden anger of this young man who was quietly watching his performance with his hands behind his back very leisurely, and pinched his neck so painfully that he wanted to call his mother - suddenly he realized that he no longer had a mother, even if he was still alive, he had given up on her so completely! It broke her heart so much! Is he still qualified to call her mother? Hey, it turns out that in the days when Mu You's mother, I can't find an excuse for comfort in pain!

"Three young people-" Under a tree, a stunning young woman, Ma Wan'er, came out.

Nangong Liang was not dead, but the sword in his hand was no longer able to grasp it, and the fall of the "cang" made his eyes look at his mother in the distance, a little demented.

Ma Wan'er said softly: "Sanshao, you let him go, although I hate this son who makes me sad for a lifetime, maybe I can't get out of the pain in my life, but I don't want to hate you even more, I don't want to spend my whole life hating a person I love." ”

After Ma Wan'er finished speaking, she slowly turned around and walked slowly, her shoulders shrugged, and she was obviously sad and cried silently.

There is a way that the mother and son are connected, and the child is the mother's heart, and now, this piece of heart is not only ungrateful, but also puts the mother to death, which completely violates human morality, as his mother, although the hatred is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, but the trace of blood and family affection that will never be cut, she will never be able to completely leave it down.

Meng sighed lightly and let go.

No matter how the world changes, there is one thing that cannot be changed forever, and that is maternal love!

No matter if you do evil or commit heinous crimes, even if people all over the world want to eat your flesh and your skin, the only person who will not settle accounts with you is Mother!

Nangong Liang didn't say thank you, he didn't have any words, he just looked at classmate Meng with gloomy eyes, no matter what, there was one thing he finally understood, classmate Meng's stunt definitely lived up to the praise of the legend.

Nangong Liang knew how fast he could use his sword, but when he came to the third young man of the dream family, it didn't seem to be much different from a weak baby. For his mother's generosity, he didn't feel warmth and guilt, and what he felt most was just uncontrollable frustration and despair.

The three young dreamers can strangle him at any time, what else can he be proud of, and what capital can he take to dominate the rivers and lakes in this world full of heroes?

He slowly bent down, slowly grabbed the sword on the ground, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Mother, my son can't live with you, your son's life is given by you, now, return you!"

Poof!

The sword in his hand pierced his heart.

Ma Wan'er in the distance condensed her feet, and suddenly cried "wow", hid her face and ran away, splashing tears, under the light that had just been lit, it was extremely heart-wrenching.

Classmate Meng was slightly shocked, and then flew after him.

Mozijie and the others behind him shouted: "Sanshao, how do we deal with it?"

Classmate Meng shook his hand and said, "The money in those cash boxes is enough to support the flying of a big family, you can do it and see." Lao Du, there is nothing for you here, you go with me. ”

Du Liuru was slightly stunned, and then quickly understood, what Sanshao meant, is that the money of twenty or thirty boxes here is enough to support the consumption of a big family to sprint to the top family, that is to say, the six families present, including the Nangong family, can only fully play the maximum role if one of the families obtains the money box, if he tosses around here, he will inevitably even have to smash his bones!

He was secretly surprised, Sanshao was clearly trying to let them have a fight between several big families that was brighter than fireworks.

It didn't take much time for classmate Meng to catch up with Ma Wan'er, pick her up by the waist, and strode outside.

Du Liuru also caught up and couldn't help but say, "Three young ......"

Meng smiled and said: "The current Jiangsu and Zhejiang are like a big piece of cake, anyone wants to take a bite, the problem is that there are more monks and less porridge, so those who can eat the cake need a verification of their qualifications." They, right now, are competing for a share of the cake, and I'm not taking sides, you see, I'm still fair, right?"

"Eh, fair ?......." Du Liuru wanted to say, Sanshao, in your eyes, is there still an ethereal miracle like fairness, in fact, you have a share in your heart for a long time, and you are doing this, just to consume the power of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and to achieve a wider and smoother business channel for your dream family in the future.