132 Helen's Life (26) Orence holds a stone with one hand

Lida was wearing a long skirt and didn’t wear pants inside. This is normal. In ancient times, if she had a skirt, she would be a wealthy family. It was like the ones in the three floors and three rooms now, which made her whole body look bad.

The flying chicken landed on the beam, its head stretched and contracted, and its eyes rolled around, which meant: Are you biting a bird?

Because this ghostly-turned chicken scratched Helen's face, Lida was so angry that she couldn't beat her. Kung Fu, what is Kung Fu? Even a chicken cannot catch it with her bare hands. Who is the one with Kung Fu?

Lida moved a ladder from the front hall. She leaned the ladder against the beam and was about to climb up. The closest to her was Orence. Orence quickly helped her caress the ladder when she saw this. When she looked up, she saw Lida expose. This made Orence laugh and cry again. (I laughed to death...)

Orence thought to himself: Fuck, you know you are wearing a skirt with bare butt, and you have to show off your ability to make me carry this.

Orence was scolding in his heart, but then he thought that it was worth memorizing this one, because this guy looked so beautiful, and the pros and cons were completely exempted from memorization.

Of course, if there is a saying that if a woman is exposed, it will be just that a woman who is not beautiful will have such a good idea. It is a different matter for seeing a woman who is exposed. It may not only not only that she will not be able to recite, but also that she will do it.

With such an idea as the bottom, Orence really laughed in his heart. And it seemed that a spring breeze had blown into the earth, giving birth to the wild grass buds in Orence's heart. Orence was immediately fallen into deep pain.

This kind of pain has been possessed since my life, but I have never encountered a single introduction, just like the seeds of the weeds in the heart field. Because they have been buried deep in the soil in the fields for a long time, today the farmers plow the fields and make the seeds see the sunshine. If the sun shines well and the rain is sufficient, small buds will grow in a few days.

Orence's heart is the same. Today, seeing Lida's exhaustion, all he thought about was that he should take these apprentices well and strive to get Lida to reward him with a jug of fresh soup. What else can I think about in my life? If I don't bring anything to life or death, I will get everything in front of me.

(This means that the gain in front of you is abstract, about behavior, caring about whether you care or not depends on your own ideas.)

"Hi, fly down." Lida had already climbed to the top of the ladder, but she still couldn't reach it, so she rushed with her hands, trying to drive the chicken off the beam.

Lida's move inspired Orence, which also made Orence think that driving the chicken off the beam is much more useful than climbing a ladder.

So everyone fucked the guy, such as sticks, and beat a chicken so hard that it had nowhere to hide. They beat a chicken so hard that it was obediently crouched in a corner.

Orence laughed in his heart: One group of people dies, fuck, he is even more dies, how can he be called an instructor? Is it okay to just teach others to practice a little bit of dead power? No. If two people have equal strength, it will be a life-and-death battle. However, this little cleverness is something that cannot be taught, it is purely a natural possession of parents.

Tindarius killed the chicken and dripped the chicken's blood in each of the two big bowls. The two reported their birthday age. Tindarius was five years older than Orens, Tindarius was his elder brother and Orens was his younger brother. The two of them drank the bloody wine and called their brothers.

The children returned to the yard to practice martial arts, of course, they were fried rice or horse stance. Helen learned to embroider the flowers by her mother, and the embroidery was full of flowers and birds, as well as mountains, rivers, rivers and figures.

"Come on, how about another bowl?" said Tindareos.

"Brother is a good drinker. I will just drink another bowl with me for the time being, so I can't drink it anymore." Orence was deliberately making way out, afraid that he would reveal his strength if he drank too much, because he didn't know how Tyndarios was doing.

After drinking three dishes and five flavors, Tindarios began to pick up the noodles in the hall. He wanted to come all the way to the hall, which was the shui that the master had entered the door for the first time.

The rule in the world is to see how deep your master is? That is to say, how good is your kung fu? What is the reference? Tindarius takes himself as a reference.

In fact, it is not necessary to have stylistic water. In the Kung Fu world, many disciples are better than masters. Of course, there are fewer ones who are better than masters before entering the door. These are all invited in unknown circumstances. If you know that such a master is not as good as his own kung fu, you will not invite him or come. Later, you will have more.

Moreover, some swelling and vicious disciples have to compete with their masters when they are a disciple, which is also called a competition. If the master cannot afford to take the disciples, it will be in vain and cannot get the money. This has led to the legend that everyone as a master has to leave a move.

In fact, if you keep a ghost, those swelling and vicious disciples are mostly cunning and cunning people. They will try every means to make the master unreserved. Only when you finally make a fight will you be stunned to see his true face. At this time, you have taught him everything.

However, when you meet a cunning apprentice, you will be unlucky. Even if you keep your hands, you may not be able to do anything to him when you want to compete, because when you want to hurt others, it depends not only on how much you have learned, but also on how ruthless you are.

With the same skill, it is better than ruthlessness. This ghost thing is also a natural trick. Cunning people are also very careful in learning things. Not only is it easy to learn, but it is also very ruthless in taking action, which makes this kind of person even better.

Don’t always see that in martial arts novels, people who are treacherous and cunning die first. This is just a wish. It can be imagined that how can a ruthless person die first? Will she die first when fighting a wolf with a sheep and a wolf?

"Can I be ugly now?" Tindarios asked the master, "I'll play first, just watch it, wait for you to play, I'll take a look, just indirectly compare the height, just like that.

"Brother, just play with me. Is it necessary to be more high or low?" Orence, the b-brother, said first: He is already his own brother, is he still more high or low?

The mentality of the two people varies depending on their responsibilities. Even if you, Tindarios, will appear stupid. However, Orence is different. If you are shallow, you will be so embarrassed that you will be able to see the bottom. Although you are already a brother of a brother, there are regulations in the world that you cannot turn your back on your brother of a brother of a friend. There is no better way to make others unable to see the bottom, and he will think that he is still ten thousand feet deep.

Tindarios used his alcoholic spirit to fight an unknown combination of punches and brought him a hard work, which was to raise a (smooth) footstone weighing about 200 pounds above his head and stretch his hands straight. This is not an easy task. To achieve this kind of power, you must first have a natural physique, that is, at least you must be well-shaped and have a hard practice to do it.

This is no different than raising a barbell weighing 200 pounds and lifting a barbell weighing 200 pounds, it can have both hands flattening force. For such a big stone, its sinking force is swaying left and right in your hands. Almost one hand has to control more than two-thirds of its sinking pressure, so that you can raise both hands smoothly over the top of your head and straighten your hands.

Tindarios raised a huge stone over his head, walked around the hall, and then returned to his original position to put it down. He was a little panting because he had just finished walking the nameless boxing and drank a lot of wine. This was a little tired than usual for the same person, you know.

This made Orence a little worried. Yes, of course he was not vague. This is in the boxing and martial arts. But in the face of hard work, he was an unpopular person.

How do I compare with you?

There are surprisingly many ghost things in the world. Even though you are a master or a master among masters, this is always possible. But you are by no means a master key that can open any door you encounter in your life.

How do I compare with you?

Do I want the tiger to compete with dogs for shit? Orens sees Tindarius's rough and silly look, although he is already a brother, he still thinks Tindarius is definitely one level lower than himself. Is it because dogs can eat shit more than tigers? This is also a strong point?

On the surface, Orence was sitting there, just smiling, while his inner world was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in memory. He looked in his memory for whether he had ever raised such a stone of equal weight. This was not a joke, because he was not far apart, that is, Orence compared himself to a tiger and Tindare Oss to a dog. Orence thought that he was far away was not a tiger, at most a jackal, and perhaps he could swallow it by gritting his teeth.

The problem is, this is a very stupid method of competing. You must not miscalculate the calculations at all. If it is bad, it is bad. Do you dare to say that you can do it? You only have two choices: one is to lift it up in the past, and the other is to ignore it and say that you have never played such a desperate effort. In other words, you are not reincarnated and have never eaten shit.

"Ah!" Orence unknowingly let out a sound in his mouth, because he found an answer in his memory: in the earliest time to learn martial arts, I remember that when the master taught his basic skills, he had a lesson in practicing hard skills, and he was the first among the students.
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