Chu Tianying once again glanced at the two corpses of Shuishuimen lying not far away, clenching her fists, and a fierce battle was going on in her mind. On one side was Chu Men and on the other was Chu Tiannan. To her, both

, both are extremely important. One is her ideal, and the other is her only relative in this world. It is really difficult for her to choose.

If the person they want to take away is not Chu Tiannan, even if it is anyone in the Truman family, she will not hesitate at all. After all, feelings are the least valuable thing in Chu Tianying's heart, especially with someone with whom she wants to take away.

Compared to The Truman Hegemony, it is simply worthless.

But if Chu Tiannan is not handed over, judging from the attitude of these three people, they will definitely not give up. Moreover, the other party announced his family name, which is obviously threatening Chu Tianying, as if to tell her: You are not someone you can afford to offend.

, if you resist, it will only bring more serious consequences...

Chu Tianying fell into entanglement for the first time in her life. She looked at Chu Tiannan again. At that moment, she seemed to have made a certain decision in her heart. Although she was reluctant to let go, she could do it for Truman and for the sake of her own heart.

That long-standing ideal, she had to abandon something, although this thing was the most difficult thing for her to part with...

Chu Tiannan seemed to feel something. She raised her head and just glanced at the three strangers silently without caring. She threw the branch aside and ran over with a smile. She ran to Chu Tianying and said: "

Sister, the red apricots in the back mountain are ripe, let’s go eat them quickly..."

One sentence made Chu Tianying speechless, her eyes turned red, and she stood there for a long time.

Chu Tianying suddenly remembered that today was the day agreed with Chu Tiannan to go to the back mountain to eat red apricots. On this day every year, the two sisters would go to the back mountain together to mourn their mother. Unexpectedly, so many things had happened today

, I have been so busy that I have forgotten that Chu Tiannan still remembers,

As expected, it is the nature of a child to only keep things that are important to him in his heart, and he will take the initiative to forget everything else.

Chu Tianying couldn't help but reach out and stroke Chu Tiannan's little head. This was her favorite action, ever since she was little.

But Chu Tiannan didn't seem to like this action very much. She always felt that her sister treated her as a child. She thought that she was no longer a child, so every time her sister touched her head, she would pout to show her dissatisfaction.

Then he lifted his chest up as much as possible, as if to hint to his sister that he was no longer a child.

But this time, Chu Tiannan clearly felt that his sister was different from the past. In the past, his sister always smiled and stroked his little head. This time, his sister did not smile. There seemed to be sadness in her eyes. Chu Tiannan was confused.

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Suddenly, my sister pulled herself behind her, protected herself with her tired body, and then said in a strong tone that could not be explained: "Since there is no proof, it will be useless even if the king of heaven comes. In this case, then forgive me.

I can't obey my orders, you three, please go back!"

The white-faced Confucian scholar was still immersed in his own world. He had even thought about how to claim credit in front of his father after returning to Bishuimen, saying how difficult it was for him to bring back this little girl.

After facing many obstacles, I finally got what I wanted with great efforts.

The white-faced Confucian scholar was thinking in his mind, so he didn't quite hear what Chu Tianying said just now. He looked at Chu Tianying with confusion and asked, "What did you say?"

Chu Tianying didn't pay attention to him just now, so she naturally thought that the white-faced Confucian scholar's question was a provocation, so she raised her voice and repeated it again: "Your Excellency, please come back! Chu Tiannan cannot be taken away by you.

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This time, the white-faced Confucian scholar was completely confused. He didn't seem to understand the meaning of Chu Tianying's words. He couldn't say a word. He stood there blankly, staring at Chu Tianying, her beautiful pair of

The peach blossom eyes no longer curved into crescents, but instead stared into two huge copper bells. There was no longer a pink light shining inside, but instead there was an idiot-like gaze.

Maybe he never thought that he would hear such words in his life, especially after he announced his family status...

Indeed, the powerful power of Bushuimen allows him to run rampant in the world and act unscrupulously, especially since he is the second son of Bushuimen. He has been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child.

After he beats someone, the person who was beaten is still very happy. No one has ever disobeyed him, which also makes him develop a spoiled character. Although he always looks amiable in front of others, you know him well.

Everyone knows that all his tenderness is just an act.

Any servant who has served in a large sect knows very well that it is enough to thank the master for being kind to him, and he must not take it seriously. The higher the status of a person, the colder his nature.

When he comes to you, he treats you kindly, but once he no longer needs you, he speaks harshly to you. This is all light. If he encounters a crueler master, he will directly throw the servant into the liger cage and watch helplessly.

It is common for them to be bitten by wild beasts, listen to their cries of pain, and laugh loudly on the stage.

The white-faced Confucian scholar is the second type of master, and he is even more cruel and inhumane. He once broke the leg bones of an old coachman who had been driving for him for many years and took out the marrow, just to see why he was driving in the cold weather.

It was freezing. In the snowy northern Xinjiang, I was shivering with cold, but the other party was only wearing a single coat but she didn't feel cold at all. He once cut open the stomach of a pregnant maid who had been blessed by him and took out the baby.

, just because this maid later left the house and married someone else. He has been domineering since he was a child, and has never allowed others to overpower him. He will not allow anyone to touch the things he has touched. There are many more examples like this.

A lot. His bad reputation spread not only throughout Bushuimen, but also throughout Northern Xinjiang.

But he himself is unlearned and has no skills. Secret books on Shuishuimen's magical skills can be found everywhere. If you just pick one and learn it, you can become a master. However, he thinks that practicing martial arts is too tiring, and what he can't stand the most is practicing martial arts.

Wushu had to get up early every day, and he also had to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. He once insisted on it for a week. After a week, he swore that he would never practice martial arts again in his life.

The old sect master didn't discipline him, he always let him go as he pleased. If he didn't want to practice martial arts, then he wouldn't learn it. If he was arrogant and domineering, then he would let Bishuimen be his backer to make him more arrogant. The old sect master seemed to

They deliberately made him like this, deliberately made him notorious, and focused their attention on the boss and the third child.

Therefore, since childhood, the eldest brother and the third child have been very envious of the second child and resented their father deeply. When the eldest brother and the third child were standing in the open field practicing martial arts in the severe cold and snow, the second child was lying in a warm house sleeping.

While the eldest brother and the third child were swimming around naked in the ice lake, the second child was sitting in the flower house, holding a hot wine bottle in his left hand and holding a beautiful young lady in his right hand.

The disciples of the Shuishui Sect attacked other sects and fought bloody battles at the front. When life and death were on the line, the second brother was sitting firmly in the back, playing chess and chatting with others.

The eldest brother and the third child didn't understand it at first, and the white-faced Confucian scholar didn't understand it either. But as they got older, as their experience and martial arts improved, the eldest brother and the third child finally understood it, and the white-faced Confucian scholar naturally understood it too.

Seeing the eldest and third eldest brother return to the Shuishui Gate with bruises on their bodies and happy faces, white-faced Confucian scholars would suddenly feel that the wine in their hands no longer smells good, and the little lady in their arms is no longer coveted, and nothing can arouse their feelings.

I became interested, especially when I saw the growing prestige of the eldest and the third eldest son in the Shuishuimen. Compared with them, I was simply a complete playboy, worse than a piece of shit. A few years later, I would become the old sect leader.

Guixi, compared with the two of them, he has no competitiveness at all. Moreover, according to the rules of the Shui Shui Sect, only one person among his peers can be chosen as the leader of the Shui Shui Sect. The other brothers will be succeeded by the new sect leader.

In the future, they will all be killed. This will not only prevent some brothers from taking advantage of the situation to usurp the position of the new sect leader, but also increase the fighting among peers, making them feel restless and restless. If they don't want to die, they can only go there.

Climb up, and the higher you climb, the more hope you have. When you reach the top, the water-avoiding gate will always stand at the top and last for thousands of years...

At this time, the white-faced Confucian scholar finally woke up. He finally no longer lingered in the gentle village, no longer played with hawks and dogfights, and brought a large group of losers with him when he went out. He finally wanted to fight. If he didn't fight, he would die. He didn't want to die.

The more people enjoy a wealthy life, the more they are afraid of death. On the contrary, those who have not had enough to eat since birth are not afraid of death at all, because even if they die, they will not lose anything, but can still rely on

After death, I hope that after death and rebirth in the next life, I can live in a wealthy family and enjoy the glory and wealth that I have not been able to enjoy in this life.

The white-faced Confucian scholar still felt that he had not lived enough in this life. There were still many places he had not visited and many interesting things he had not seen. Of course he could not die.

But it is indeed too late to work hard now. After all, time is the fairest thing in the world. No matter how much you give, time will reward you in the end. The white-faced Confucian scholar has been unable to stand the pain of practicing martial arts since he was a child.

It was bitter, and now he had already missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts. Even if he studied for another ten years, he was destined to be unable to catch up with the boss and the third child. He had no choice but to find another way.

He knows that there are usually two ways for people to acquire martial arts, one is through hard practice on their own, and the other is to teach martial arts. Generally speaking, the former method is the cheapest, because it only requires one secret book and the addition of

If a person is talented and diligent, he or she can have the opportunity to become a peerless master. The second method is probably only possible by chance and requires a lot of luck.

However, with Shuimen's power and financial resources, there is nothing he can't do. For the first time in his life, the white-faced Confucian scholar felt the connotation of the saying "money can make the world go round". He only felt that it was simply impossible before.

A lot of time was wasted and a lot of things were missed.

He made up his mind that as long as someone transfers his inner power to him, the other party can put forward a condition, any condition is acceptable, and he can fulfill it for the other party. The day after he let out the words, countless people came to follow his message.

The threshold of the white-faced Confucian scholar's mansion was almost broken by these people. On that day, sixty-three martial arts masters passed on their inner strength to themselves. The things they needed were all kinds of strange. Some wanted gold, silver, and jewelry.

Some people want to avoid water gates to kill people for them, and some people want the most famous courtesan in today's martial arts to accompany them for a night of spring supper. The most special condition the white-faced Confucian scholar has ever heard is that he wants the white-faced Confucian scholar to do it himself

Kill yourself...

A month later, the white-faced Confucian scholar already had the inner strength of hundreds of martial arts masters. After all, letting others teach him Kung Fu was a quick fix. Compared with what he could gain through steady practice, it was like building a tall building from the ground without a foundation.

The white-faced Confucian scholar is now like a miser who has a treasure but no key. After these years of practice and understanding, he has mastered five or six points, but mastering does not mean mastering. After all, it is other people's things, what they have learned

They are mixed and cannot form a whole of their own.

However, the white-faced Confucian scholars now have the strength of ordinary masters. The old sect leader has always turned a blind eye to the little tricks the white-faced Confucianists do in private. He always seems to let the white-faced Confucian scholars do so.

In fact, this is the strategic layout of the old sect leader. After all, if a sect wants to gain a foothold in the martial arts world, it cannot just rely on domineering conspiracy. Only if you have the strength to show off, others will convince you. But sometimes,

Just being aboveboard is not enough. Some secret means are needed to completely shut up those who dare to resist themselves.

The old sect master has deliberately indulged the white-faced Confucian scholar all these years just for this day. He wants the white-faced Confucian scholar to become the person who specializes in "dirty things".

A sect is like a shoe. It must have lining and face. The face of the shoe is for others to see, so it must be clean and not stained with a trace of dirt. However, only you can see the lining of the shoe. A person wears a new pair of shoes.

, walking on the street, people will praise this pair of shoes for their fine workmanship and elegant colors. Maybe the socks on the feet of the people wearing these shoes have already torn a hole, and the big toes are still exposed. This is the only way to wear these shoes.

Only the owner of the shoe knows about it, and he cannot let others know about it.

Lizi is responsible for killing people, and Mianzi is responsible for building good relationships. Lizi is playing conspiracy, and Mianzi is playing conspiracy. When Lizi kills someone, Mianzi has to bow, bow, or even kowtow.
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