Chapter 7: Blood is thicker than water

Chapter 7 Blood is thicker than water
The seventh floor, No. 2, Block 5, Nanjiu District, the southernmost building, is built against the clear water lake and in the distance is the sky surrounded by the lake and white clouds.
"Such a good house is actually unoccupied." Tang Luo also sighed, it seems that crossing can indeed become the emperor.
Stepping on the floor, there was no tremor. Tang Luo was very satisfied that he could not think that a seven-story building made of pure wood could be so stoned.
The next step is to wait for the servants in the house to move the daily necessities into the house, which is really corrupt.
Tang Luo sitting on the wooden bed sighed, planning to chat with his younger brother.
Tang Xing was full of curiosity about such a novel building from the beginning. After running before and after, if he hadn't been stopped by him at this moment, he would have disappeared again.
Tang Luo told him: "From tomorrow, you will practice with Tang Man and Tang Zheng."
Tang Man and Tang Zheng are the children of their third uncle Tang Kuan, eleven and ten years old, and they are both good friends of Tang Xing. Hearing that Uncle Fu said that they have also come to Wutang, they can be a company with Tang Xing, and they are not alone in cultivating together.
As soon as Tang Xing, who was leaping at the window looking at Bihu, heard his brother's words, he quickly turned around and asked: "Will I not practice with you?" How could this happen? The young boy was very disappointed and thought he could come to Wutang together. Said to practice with my brother.
Tang Luo saw that the small eyes that the young man longed for, he could only shook his head humorously, and explained: "My martial arts do not need to be re-trained, but only re-trained. The martial arts of Tongtian Jue must be taught to you by the uncle of the martial arts For good."
"That's it, okay." Although it was a pity, Tang Xing could only nod his head, his small face was full of reluctance, and he looked a little frustrated, and he quickly raised his small face and asked: "Then you Will you eat with me?"
The clingy Xiao Zhengtai is still very cute.
Tang Luo walked to the window with a smile, and the nine-year-old Zhengtai reached his shoulder, the height was just right.
"Of course." He rubbed his brother's head vigorously and looked at the green mountains and white clouds in the distance.
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"Tang Luo came to Wutang."
"Didn't it mean that he has lost all his congenital body leakage cultivation."
"I don't know, I also listened to others." Tang Rong whispered to Tang Yunying and wentssiping.
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"Tang Luo came to Wutang." Tang Hong said towards the young and strong man who was sweating and steaming.
"Oh? Really." Tang Peng pulled his practice clothes and wiped the sweat off his face at random, feeling a little surprised.
Tang Luo's name of genius can be described as thunderous in this generation, but Tang Peng has always dismissed it. It's just that the aptitude is good. What's commendable about this pure advantage of luck, but I didn't think that this clan brother could pick up the heart of martial arts again once his cultivation was scattered, like a man of the Tang family.
"Big brother, are you going to greet him." Tang Hong's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, because he knew that his eldest brother's favorite was to "greet" the newcomer brother.
"No." Tang Peng threw the sweat-soaked practice clothes on the weapon stand, and raised the stone lock on the ground again.
After all, the cultivation base has been lost. It is great to be able to rekindle Xiangwu's heart, and there is no need to hit him again.
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Steward room
Mu Fei's eyes burst into flames and stared at Chang Fu fiercely. He came today to ask for an explanation from this bastard.
"Pa" Mu Fei's two palms slapped against Chang Fu's table and made a huge noise, and two deep palm prints were pressed on the one foot thick table.
"The house in Nanjiu District was replaced by someone else. I don't know how many relationships I have abandoned. You dare to arrange the house privately, don't you put me in your eyes?"
Mu Fei is the second place in this year's North District Challenge. A master in the Transcendence Realm, a pair of iron palms has made a reputation in the market. He only offended a passing ranger because he wanted to please a coquettish actor in Tianxianglou. Can only take refuge in the big clan.
After taking refuge in the Tang Clan, Mu Fei was treated with courtesy and was also incorporated into the Sixth Group of the Battle Hall. He felt that he was already the core combat power of the Tang family. It took him a whole hundred gold to exchange this house from another martial artist who had just broken into the world.
Unexpectedly, an old man in charge of the dormitory and meals was so shameless to himself. Today, when he came to fetch the house by himself, he said he had been allocated.
This is maddening him. He doesn't know how long he has been longing for that house, especially the small window next to the lake. How many times has he fantasized about holding a woman there to be happy, this old man actually dared to cut his own Hu.
"All the vacant houses in Wutang are allocated by the steward's room. It can only be said that Lord Mu is late." Chang Fu said kindly, Chao Mufei said that the adults looked very respectful.
"Don't give me sloppy eyes on the old thing, you quickly tell him to pack up things and let the house out." Mu Fei looked at Chang Fu, who was pleasing to the eye, and was even more disdainful. He pointed his nose with one hand and another palm. It hit the table and printed the third palm print.
Chang Fu glanced at the table where three palm prints had been printed, his eyelids twitched, and he bowed his head obediently towards Mu Fei: "Master Mu, this is really not good. There is no reason to reclaim the house cards that were assigned to the housekeeper. Let Master Mu choose another house for replacement."
Perhaps Chang Fu's obedience gave Mu Fei great courage. Since joining the Tang family, he has encountered warriors who are better than him or similar to him. No one is so pleasing in front of him, which makes him almost I forgot the tragic years of hitting the street to the end of the street.
The triumphant and irrational Mu Fei has forgotten that this is the Tang family martial arts hall, not the market he is familiar with. He spit on the ground, hostility filled his brain: "I can't recycle it, right? Then he retreats by himself. It's always okay to come back."
The threats in the words are heavy. Most people living in the Nanjiu District are foreigners who are surnamed Wu. Today, I must be a newcomer. Mu Fei has a means to get him to hand over the house card.
Chang Fu's retreat made Mu Fei feel that he had returned to the years when he had been on the streets. Without considering the consequences, he planned to go straight to the person who robbed his house, and turned around and left.
Chang Fu, with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyebrows, suddenly covered Mu Fei's left hand pressing on the table. The powerful force almost didn't press Broken Mufei's left hand bone.
Mu Fei's left hand seemed to be held down by the mountain, no matter how hard he tried, the power on his palm was still increasing, and his bones had begun to make a crunching sound overwhelmed.
He sternly asked Chang Fu, "Old fellow, what are you doing!"
Trying to use the power of words to bluff the angry butler.
Chang Fu was expressionless, and stretched out his other hand towards Mu Fei's head, as if he was about to kill him under his palm.
"Broken Tablet Hand!" The huge fear made Mu Fei no time to think about it. He immediately used his strongest palm technique and waved towards the palm of his head.
The blue-black strength surrounds Mu Fei's palm, as if it has been smeared with a layer of fine iron. This palm is astonishing, and it can undoubtedly open the stone and crack the stone. With this hand, Mu Fei opened it like a fire. The reputation of the tablet palm.
"Snapped". When the two palms met, the blue-black broken tablet hand seemed to be beaten aside by Chang Fu's palm and mosquitoes. Mu Fei's right hand instantly lost the feeling.
At this moment, Mu Fei's fear of death surged. The opponent's palm strength was strong. There is no doubt that apart from his cultivation base being higher than his own, his palm skills are also higher than his own palm. Grade.
The vigorous palm power not only easily pierced the hand of the broken tablet, the huge power also smashed the spiritual power attached to the hand, and now his right hand was numbed by the huge power, as if it was useless.
The fear and regret in Mu Fei's heart surged like a tsunami. He couldn't even ask for mercy and saw Chang Fu's palm getting closer and closer, pressing on his right cheek.
"call"!
"boom"!
With a dizziness, Mu Fei's head was pressed and smashed on the table. The huge force seemed to crush his head. The bumps on the side of his face were the fingerprints he had just pressed, which made Mu Fei in fright.
"Spare, A Chang is in charge, spare!"
"It's the little man who doesn't know Taishan and doesn't recognize your old man."
"Always take care of things and spare your life, because I have made great contributions to the Tang family."
"Ah!" The begging for mercy wasn't over yet, Chang Fu felt like he was about to crush Mu Fei's bones in his palm, and the intense pain made him wailing.
"I said, listen." Chang Fu's expression was calm and his eyes were cold, as if he were different from his former kindness. He looked at the pressed wooden fly on the table like an ant.
Just as Mu Fei wanted to open his mouth, he pressed the words in his throat back vigorously, and then he remembered that the old man in front of him only let himself listen, and quickly shut up and quietly.
"First, here is the Tang family clan battle hall, put away your market habits for me."
"Second, if you dare to harass the people on the seventh floor, No. 2, Block 5, South 9th District, I'll just screw your head off."
"Thirdly, all the utensils in the stewardship room belong to the Tang family. You will bring an identical table over tomorrow."
I still have tomorrow, Mu Fei's moved tears will flow out, as long as you can leave this terrible steward room, what you say is what you say, boss!
"In the end, I just have a lot of white hair, not an old guy, understand!"
The strength of Mu Fei suddenly disappeared, and Mu Fei lifted his body like a spring, and fell to the ground because of the force.
Seeing Chang Fu who had been seated again, Mu Fei's eyes were full of fear, but without the other's order, he actually didn't even have the courage to stand up, so he sat stiffly on the ground.
As Chang Fu was writing something, Mu Fei sat stiffly on the ground, unable to move.
"Is there anything else with Master Mu?" As if the person who pressed Mu Fei on the table just now was not him, Chang Fu raised his head and saw Mu Fei sitting on the ground asking plainly. He also used the respect of an adult. language.
"No... No more." Although Chang Fu became a negotiable manager again, the fear in Mu Fei's heart did not diminish at all.
In front of me, there is no good old man that everyone praises, clearly a beast that chooses people and eats.
Chang Fu didn't know how terrifying his image was in Mu Fei's image. He said indifferently: "Lord Mu, leave by yourself. I have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't chat with Mr. Mu."
"Okay...... You are busy." As if he had obtained some imperial decree, Mu Fei turned over and rushed out of the supervisor's room without a trace.
Chang Fu glanced at Mu Fei's embarrassed figure and shook his head.
Ichii warriors are as strong as a tiger, but weak as a chicken. All the fierceness is used to face the weak, what can such a warrior do, it's just cannon fodder.
It is still necessary to cultivate a warrior of his own family. Only when he knows why he fights can he defeat the strong with the weak.
Chang Fu sighed.
(End of this chapter)