Song Lang returned home, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his father, Lao Songtou, enjoying the cool air in the yard.
Although this old Songtou is over sixty years old, very skinny, with probably not even a pound of meat on his body, and looks wretched, he is the richest man in the village. He is also extremely skilled, even some real people nearby
The masters all spoke highly of the unspectacular old Songtou. Even if you look at the entire Qingshan Town, this old Songtou is quite famous. Although Song Lang can go up the mountain to fight tigers, if he really takes action, I am afraid that in the old Songtou
I can't even move ten moves with my head.
Song Lang was very curious about how Old Songtou practiced such kung fu, so he asked him, and the old man said very coquettishly: He practiced it in bed!
However, as soon as the old Songtou got drunk, he boasted to Song Lang, saying that he was a kind of love saint and that the beautiful women he had played with could not be covered by Qingshan Town.
And whenever Old Songtou boasted in high spirits that he was an invincible lover who was loved by everyone, loved by everyone, blossomed by flowers, and had flat tires by cars, Song Lang would quietly look at his father's wretched appearance, that skinny little boy.
Body, with a look of contempt on his face.
"Why did you come home so late today?" Old Songtou noticed Song Lang's return and glanced at him and asked lazily.
Song Lang's lesson on going up the mountain to fight tigers was given by him, but usually Song Lang would return home at six or seven o'clock. But now it's almost nine o'clock, and Song Lang has just returned home. If Song Lang hadn't come back at this moment, Song Lang would have returned home.
The old man would think that this boy was eaten by a hungry tiger on the mountain.
"Hehe, that hungry tiger chased him too fiercely, so he came back late." Song Lang said with a smile, there was no wave on his face, and no one could tell that he was lying.
Old Song Tou is so shrewd, and Song Lang was taught by him. Although this boy often did some amazing things, which surprised and even shocked him, no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't defeat a skilled hunter.
Old Songtou sniffed the air with his nose, looked at Song Lang with a wicked smile, and said lewdly: "You smell like a woman, did you go to watch the widow take a bath again?"
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"No." Song Lang didn't change his expression, but he was wondering in his heart why dad's nose is so powerful, he could smell the feminine scent on me?!
"Who are you lying to?!" Old Songtou yelled immediately, raised his finger and pointed at Song Lang's nose and cursed: "You naughty kid, I taught you all your skills, how dare you lie to me?"
"Don't remember what I said to you?" Old Song Lang looked a little ferocious, as if he was angry.
"Dad, don't be angry. I remember what you said. I didn't mess around with women. Why are you angry?" Song Lang saw that his father seemed angry and hurriedly said to please him.
"Of course I know you don't dare to go to bed with a woman, otherwise I will castrate you." Old Songtou glared at Song Lang fiercely.
"Uh, Dad, why don't you want me to touch women?" Song Lang asked, and then said very puzzledly: "You didn't let me touch women, but you taught me kung fu and how to grasp a woman's psychology.
How to get women into bed!"
"When it's time to know, you will naturally know it." Old Songtou said calmly, and then added: "Before this, be honest, watch what is in your crotch, and keep your boyhood!"
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Song Lang glanced at Old Songtou strangely. Seeing Old Songtou's wretched appearance and thin body, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
When Song Lang was a baby, he was picked up from the mountains by Lao Songtou, who treated him even more affectionately than his own son. From the age of three, he began to teach him Kung Fu, boiling medicine in person every day, applying it to Song Lang's body, and healing him.
Exercise his muscles and bones to make him stronger.
For more than ten years, Song Lang has learned too much from Lao Songtou, and Lao Songtou is like a bottomless cesspit. No matter how you dig out, you can't finish it.
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Song Lang didn't want to use the word "cesspit" to describe his father, but what Old Songtou taught him was too unsightly, too vulgar, and too obscene!
In addition to Kung Fu, there are also all kinds of hidden skills, which are all the methods of some dirty people. Even Song Lang has forgotten what skills he knows, because he has learned too many things under the guidance of Old Songtou.
But what he learned the most was the methods of dealing with women, such as the Eighteen Pictures of the Erotic Palace, the Thirty-six Styles of Royal Women, and the Happy Trio. Song Lang had been instilled with this knowledge by the old Song leader since he was six years old. Song Lang was a man in two lifetimes, and he learned a lot.
The strong ability made Old Songtou both happy and shocked, especially those tricks in dealing with women. Song Lang had a photographic memory, but such a wretched talent made Old Songtou happy.