The Xu family insisted that it was not important, and that the clear sunny days could not cover the sun. They refused to move and left this courtyard.

Mr. Su hit it: "As far as I know, this brother Xu's family has passed down for nine generations, and his ancestors have lived in this ancestral home for generations, and has made a living by hunting for generations. Are you worried that the ancestral home will be burned down and that your ancestors are in the ancestral sect?"

The man fell into silence and nodded slightly after a moment.

Mr. Su asked again: "Brother Xu really has the heart to let Haoran be in danger with you?"

The man from the Xu family said righteously: "I am a rough man and don't understand the principles, but I protect my ancestral home. I think I don't know whether it's male, female, and young. As long as my surname is Xu, I should participate."

A simple sentence and a simple and easy-to-understand truth left Mr. Su speechless. Yes, he is a teacher, who can educate people, cultivate hearts, and cultivate sex, but cannot educate people's family affairs.

Although what the Xu man said was unfair to Xu Haoran, it also had a little bit of tenacity.

After measuring left and right, he decided to obey the Xu family's will. However, after drinking and eating, Mr. Su dragged the young Xu Haoran around the Xu family's courtyard. He warned him to go home before dark in the future, and the home does not need to be magnificent, but the important thing is to have close relatives and beloved.

The ignorant boy nodded frequently in the sunset. The truth was too deep to understand one by one, but it did not prevent him from remembering it in his heart and then using it.

Just when masked night walkers appeared outside the Xu family courtyard that night, Qingyang Town suddenly thundered and thundered. The thick thunder was like a silver snake, cutting through the night sky and descending to Qingyang Town, punishing crime and evil.

Especially outside the Xu family courtyard, thunder struck the Yejie people only three feet away. These guys holding sharp weapons immediately became weak and their weapons fell one after another.

More than a dozen night pedestrians in black rolled and crawled away from the Xu family. They were originally birds in the same forest flying by themselves, but when they encountered danger, they would not have any time to care about others.

Some of the people who walked back home at night were climbing home, and some knelt three times and kowtowed to their homes. There were also three people who were lifted up by the yamen runners in the warm liquid and threw them back home.

The pit that came from the great thunder suddenly went quickly. The four college elders who were in Qingyang Town had already disappeared when they arrived here.

The tall old man, the old man Rushan with white hair, the hunched old man with white hair and an energetic old woman, stood quietly over the Xu family courtyard for a long time, and concluded that the Five Thunder Dharma Talisman was the talisman.

After careful observation for a long time, the four old men admired that the talismans were not engraved on the talisman paper, but were directly engraved on the ground. Such methods are not something that ordinary people can do.

After research, it was found that the talisman was only protecting the Xu family, and did not hurt the innocent, and had no malice towards the town. The four college elders were based on the ignorance and did not want to have sex with such a strong man, so they did not destroy the talisman.

In the red cave in the stone mountain, five teenagers were covered in oil stains and were lying on the red stone slab in large shapes. The fire in the center of the five people was dying, and leftover chicken bones were scattered on the ground.

Fortunately, the cave is well ventilated and the cave space is wide enough. Otherwise, a few little guys who are dying will have to smoke it out.

The little slug was still unsatisfied: "I want to accompany Brother Xing Zhen here, and there are roasted pheasants and grilled fish every day, which is much better than the blacksmith shop."

The approaching general gave the little slug a chestnut: "The stream in the mountains and forests is turbulent, and you and I dare not stay in the river. Only Xing Zhen can fish in such a place."

"You think it's very relaxed. If one day your brother Xing Zhen is accidentally washed away by the stream, you will see where you are looking for a brother Xing Zhen."

The slug habitually sniffed: "Brother Xing Zhen, is this really the case?"

Xing Zhen smiled and said, "Don't listen to the general's nonsense. I like to eat grilled fish tomorrow I will continue to catch you."

The slug smiled happily: "Brother Xing Zhen is the best."

Then the slug suddenly slapped his forehead and apologized: "I almost forgot that my father knew that Brother Xing Zhen was practicing boxing every day, so he asked me to bring me a diagram of the meridians of the human body."

As he said that, the slug took out a yellowed animal skin in his arms. He was too lazy to get up because he had just eaten his fill. The little slug rubbed the animal skin and pinched it into a ball, and threw it to Xing Zhen.

The animal skin is extremely tough. It was just thrown out and stretched out. It didn't fly far and fell to the ground. It happened to be at the feet of the little slug.

The cave suddenly burst into laughter. The little slug blushed and stood up and picked it up. This time, Zhang Jiaxun was not lazy and reluctant to send it to Xing Zhen.

"For you, my father told you to remember the meridian lines of the human body. When practicing boxing in the future, you can breathe and breathe, and at the same time carefully sense whether there are any abnormalities in these marked meridians."

Xing Zhen took the animal skin and looked at it carefully, and suddenly asked, "Qingyi, I remember seeing this animal skin in Mr. Su's bookshelf. He also asked him what it was for."

Qingyi smiled dryly and told her frankly: "This is indeed my father's animal skin. I am afraid that you are angry with him and I am unwilling to accept it, so I handed it over to Uncle Shang."

Xing Zhen apologized: "You misunderstood. I am not angry with Mr. Su. I just can't figure out whether it is right or wrong to know the bandits. Especially every time I see a vicious woman in colorful clothes, the questions in my heart seem to sprout on their own, and I keep asking myself in my heart."

"I have figured it out these days. Mr. Su has his own friends and his own private space. We should not interfere. As long as Mr. Su has never done anything to rob the family and harm the people, it will be our good Mr. Su."

"I hide in a cave and don't go down the mountain. I have many considerations. One is that I can vent my depression in my heart by practicing boxing. In addition, I don't want to see a woman in colorful clothes. I always feel that after meeting him, my heart is inexplicably confused."

The general said angrily: "Damn woman, why don't we try to find an opportunity to attack behind the scenes and hit the woman's nose in a crooked way and disfigure him."

Ji Leng, who had been closing his eyes and resting, suddenly opened his eyes and said seriously: "No, she is a god, not a gangster in the market. Let's go to attack the god, and there will definitely be no good ending."

The general smacked his lips and said discouragedly: "That's right, I heard that gods can fly to the sky and escape from the earth."

While studying the human meridian diagram in his hand, Xing Zhen said indifferently: "Can the gods be injured or killed before they flee to the sky and escape to the earth?"

The four teenagers were afraid and said in unison: "I don't know."

Xing Zhen smiled and pointed at the stone wall of the cave: "If we can smash the stone with one punch, can we smash the body of the gods with one punch?"

The four teenagers seemed to have caught something. Ji Leng, who was most active in his mind, asked: "Xing Zhen, what do you mean is that when we practice boxing in the future, we will not hit the air, but hit rocks?"

Then Ji Leng looked at his little hands and asked and answered: "I'm afraid the rocks cannot be broken, so the bones of the hand will be broken first."

Xing Zhenmujin and stubborn came up together, and said unconvincedly: "From light to heavy, increase the intensity a little."

He said and said the same thing, then got up and walked to the stone wall of the cave, tentatively raising his fist and hitting the stone wall. The force was small and there was no feeling. The force was too big and a little hurt. When it was bigger, the dull boy suddenly grinned.

This is how children are happy. They know that they are wrong and try to find out what is right or wrong, or maybe they are pursuing what is wrong.

The generals, Ji Leng, Su Qingyi and Shang Luoqi followed Xing Zhen and tentatively punched Shibi. Their mind was similar to Xing Zhen, to see how much pain they could withstand.

No surprises happened, and they all grinned and complained.

This method does not work, and the teenagers are no longer trying to force it, sitting together again to consider the matter of punching.

The slug asked weakly: "Why do I go back and ask my dad what is the most suitable punch."

The general learned from Uncle Shang's appearance, calm and relaxed, and simply said two words: "Smash."

The slug opened its teeth and claws: "General, I'll fight with you."

In the cave, a tall boy ran in front, while a short boy chased him in back.

The one in front kept shouting: "Come on, come on."

The breath behind him was panting: "You wait, and you will catch you sooner or later."

Ji Leng said slowly: "Actually, we can beat sand, soil or water. These will not hurt ourselves, and we can also feel the feeling of hitting the real thing."

Xing Zhen praised: "It's Ji Lengming, I think he'll just use sand. There's not much difference between hitting water and hitting air. He just sank into the water with one punch."

"Compared with the soil, the former is cleaner and less gray, and the sand is harder and heavier than the soil, so it will definitely be more solid when hit."

"There is sand in the stone mountain, but it is best to make a cloth bag to gather the sand together, otherwise it will still be loose."

Ji Leng proposed: "Good idea, a bag filled with sand is best hung in a cave. Whoever we come will use it."

Su Qingyi volunteered: "I know how to needle and thread. After I go back tonight, I will sew a sandbag overnight."

A few little guys quickly decided to divide their labours. Xing Zhen continued to use the boxing style when he was idle. As time went by, Xing Zhen went from venting depression in his heart through the boxing style, and now he is treated as a habit.

If you have something to do or not, you can't help but practice it several times. One person moved and the other children followed him, humming and wailing in the cave.

The general who was injured in one arm was inconvenient to move, waved his fist with one hand and was unwilling to fall behind.

Even the little girl Su Qingyi was not willing to fall behind and followed the boy to keep moving and punching. From time to time, she would look for the slug Shang Luoqi to practice two moves.

One is a girl, the other is a little younger, and these two people often fight equally. As for the routines and moves in the boxing brochure, they have already flown in the fight. Instead, they are self-created invincible fist, which is so charming that they are played with by the two children.

Xing Zhen suddenly stopped practicing boxing, and after careful sensing, he said solemnly: "You also look at this meridian diagram. When I just practice boxing, I seemed to feel a stream of heat flow along the meridian lines, and finally walked to my fist."

The general was most concerned about this kind of thing and asked loudly: "Take it seriously? Is it true that there is no wrong response?"

Xing Zhen nodded seriously: "Indeed, I didn't lie to you."

The general looked incredible, then he seemed to have made a major decision. He nodded to himself and muttered: "Go ahead."

The general split his legs and squatted slightly, doing horse stance in the boxing score. He pointed to his abdomen and said, "Xing Zhen, try it with force."

The dull boy is really honest. Just beat him if you ask him to.

The fist slowly became a fist, and the fist was clenched and ready to go. He said in a deep voice: "General, you're ready."

The latter suddenly jumped backward and pointed at Xing Zhen's nose and cursed: "You have no conscience, how can you hit with all your strength? Who can stand your arm with all your strength? I forgot that the adult was hit by you last time and couldn't afford to fall to the ground."

"I let you feel the heat flow in your body and punch gently."

Xing Zhen asked back: "How light is it?"

The general thought for a while: "I have agreed not to use all my strength when fighting on weekdays, otherwise I will turn against you."

Xing Zhen smiled and said, "Okay."

Then the general retreated half a foot away from the ground, sat on the ground, twisted and deformed, pointing at Xing Zhen and cursing: "You guys actually use all your strength."

Xing Zhen scratched his head: "I really didn't use all my strength. It's just the strength of my daily fight. Today is strange."
Chapter completed!