Hearing Tang Mang's words, Situ Xin was full of sweetness, but said coquettishly: "Hmph, slick, I found that you have completely changed. You are no longer the stupid boy two years ago."
Hearing this, Tang Mang laughed: "I have changed a lot, but now I am a real man, a man who stands tall and strong. Don't you like this change in me?"
"It's less stinky and beautiful, so people don't like it."
Having said that, Situ Xin did like the current Tang Mang more than before. Tang Mang is proud and has a fascinating charm all over her body.
Tang Mang understood that Situ Xin was not right and didn't say anything more. He hugged her and slowly talked about his father, Tang Xiaoniu, and his life as a child.
Situ Xin snuggled in Tang Mang's arms and listened quietly. When he finished speaking, her eyes were red and she asked, "Didn't, where is your mother?"
"I have no mother."
Tang Mang shook his head, not wanting to say more.
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Situ Xin didn't ask much, but suddenly reached out and put his hand around his neck, raised his head and kissed him like a dragonfly on his big mouth.
"Okay, I dare to attack you. Let's see how you punish you for your husband."
"Hell, don't touch it, it's really itchy..."
...
The moonlight poured down like water, and in the pavilion, the two kissed me and me, with deep affection.
After a long time, it became completely quiet.
Situ Xin's starry eyes were half open, her clothes were half untied, her hair was scattered, and she leaned weakly in Tang Mang's arms. Tang Mang's chest was very strong, and the unique masculine aura emitted from her body made her feel very comfortable.
After a brief tranquility, Tang Mang lowered his head and stared at Situ Xin's eyes and said, "Xin'er, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."
"Where is her?"
Situ Xin asked, with a little sadness in her voice.
Tang Mang understood that Situ Xin was referring to Mu Qingyu, and he said in a deep voice: "She is like you. In my heart, you are all my wives. If I succeed in my cultivation in the future, I will definitely marry you in front of the world."
Situ Xin said coquettishly: "Hmph, it feels like you are smearing honey, but it's a bargain."
"Uh, don't you mind getting along with Qingyu in the future?"
Tang Mang was very happy.
"This is hard to say. I will talk about it when I see her in the future. If she is unreasonable, her aunt will not give her any good looks."
Situ Xin said angrily.
Upon hearing this, Tang Mang couldn't help laughing.
"Why are you laughing at?" Situ Xin asked with her white and bright tiger teeth.
"Ahem, nothing."
Tang Mang quickly stopped laughing.
To be honest, Mu Qingyu's personality is much quieter than Situ Xin.
Situ Xin obviously understood what Tang Mang laughed at. She said a little aggrievedly: "My mother died early, and her father never beats me and scolds me. She has been spoiled since she was a child."
After saying that, he asked, "Did you think I'm a tough guy?"
"No, I don't think you are rude at all."
Tang Mang didn't dare to tell the truth and said loudly: "In my opinion, you are lively, innocent and cute."
"Hehe, you have vision."
Situ Xin smiled and stretched out her arms to wrap around Tang Mang's neck.
Tang Mang smiled bitterly and said, "Good Xin'er, you are fine. Don't be too slow in my arms anymore. I can't eat it anymore. I feel uncomfortable."
"Hell, I'll suffocate you to death."
Situ Xin smiled with her eyes and said with a smile: "I want to eat me, let's talk about it when I get married."
After saying that, she jumped out of Tang Mang's arms. She could clearly feel the guy who pulled the bow down from the man and was worried that Tang Mang would not be able to control himself and force him.
Tang Mang could not hold back his arms with Situ Xin, a delicate beauty in his arms. Fortunately, he was tough and took a deep breath and suppressed the surge of evil fire.
Soon, when the guy below completely calmed down, Tang Mang looked at the sky and saw that it was already the sky above the moon. He stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go back and rest."
"But, but Man Er and the others?"
Situ Xin was a little hesitant. When she thought of the sound from the bamboo building before, she was a little helpless, and her jade cheeks were burning.
Tang Mang reached out and held Situ Xin's jade hand, and said funny: "It is human nature to be in love with husband and wife. What's so shy about?"
After saying that, he continued: "The barbarians are strong, well, men's abilities are naturally excellent, but how long has it been, and Man Er and the others think it's almost over."
"It's OK to go back, but we have to sleep in separate rooms." Situ Xin suddenly said.
"Can't you sleep together? Don't worry, I promise I won't do anything random."
"Hmph, you are just a stinky hooligan who is cheap and acts good at it. Your guarantee is not trusted."
"Is it really not possible? Otherwise, I will sleep on the bed and I will sleep on the floor."
"No, who knows if you will suddenly climb onto the bed."
"Ahem, okay, okay, it's all up to you."
...
Not many people, the two of them clasped each other and returned to the yard together. Sure enough, the bamboo building became completely quiet.
This is normal. The two of them stayed in the pavilion for half an hour. If there was still movement in the bamboo building, Man Er's physical strength would be too strong.
...
There are many rooms on the second floor, and it is more than enough to live in seven or eight people.
Tang Mang and Situ Xin came to the second floor lightly and found two adjacent rooms to rest. But thinking about what happened tonight, Situ Xin was lying on the bed toss and turns and couldn't fall asleep.
Tang Mang was the exact opposite, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he even dreamed of Mu Qingyu and Situ Xin, dreaming of the two women holding hands, getting along well, and being like sisters.
The next day, it was dark, and Tang Mang got up early, washed up briefly, and came to the yard to practice swordsmanship.
Tang Mang had already understood the sword power. Now all he had to do was to continue practicing swords, continuously improve the power of the sword power, and then understand it in a slight way, and finally integrate man and sword.
The integration of man and sword is also known as the half-step sword intent. If Tang Mang can achieve the integration of man and sword, his combat power will definitely be improved in a geometric multiple.
"Oh, look good, uncle, can you teach me how to practice swords?"
The sword light flashed in the yard, and the sword was sharp. After using a basic sword technique, the tiger head suddenly ran out of the bamboo building and wrapped around Tang Mang to practice swords.
Before Tang Mang could answer, Man Er had a red face, walked out of the bamboo building, and shouted: "Tiger head, don't pester your uncle."
Hutou ran to Man Er, hugged his thighs, and said with a bitter face: "Dad, I, I want to practice swordsmanship."
"Haha, second brother, it's not a problem. Hutou wants to learn, so I will teach him."
Tang Mang smiled and said to Hutou: "Hutou, go and bring the dagger that uncle gave you yesterday, and then practice the sword with him."
"Uh-huh."
Hutou was so excited that he turned around and ran back to the bamboo building to get his sword.
"This brat..."
Shaking his head slightly, Man Er walked to Tang Mang and said, "There are many tribe members in our tribe practicing swords every day, but they are completely incomparable to brothers. The brothers' swordsmanship is really admirable!"
Hearing Man Er's words, Tang Mang had no arrogance on his face, and he smiled and shook his head: "Second brother, I'm not good at this little swordsmanship. I'm not good at seeing a real swordsman."
Man Er nodded and said, "Sword cultivation requires gradual progress, and talent is extremely important. Brothers can practice sword skills to this level at such a young age. Looking at the world, it is hard for anyone to reach it!"
After saying that, he thought of something and suddenly said, "Brother, there is a good place in our tribe that should be helpful in improving your swordsmanship."
"Oh, where?"
Tang Mang asked, he was very curious about the place where he improved his sword skills.
"Let's wait a moment, I'll take you there after breakfast."
"good."
...
Hutou quickly ran out of the bamboo building with a short sword. Tang Mang didn't say anything and began to teach Hutou to practice swords.
Although Hutou is young, he is quite smart. Tang Mang slowed down and used basic swordsmanship, and he actually remembered one-third of the moves.
This kind of memory talent is enough to surprise Tang Mang. You must know that Hutou is only seven or eight years old.
A boy of seven or eight years old can learn one-third of his basic swordsmanship in such a short time, which is definitely considered a genius.
Man Er sat on a stone bench not far away. Seeing his son learning well, he couldn't help but smile on his face.
Originally, he was going to wait until the tiger was older before teaching him to practice axe techniques. After all, their barbarians are strong and born with brute force, and most of them like heavy weapons.
However, now seeing that Tiger Head is obviously talented in swordsmanship, and Tang Mang's superb swordsmanship, he was also happy that Tiger Head practiced swords with Tang Mang.
As time passed, Tang Mang regarded Hutou as his own, and taught by words and deeds. He used basic swordsmanship three times in total. Hutou completely remembered the basic swordsmanship moves and was able to practice swords slowly by himself.
Let Hutou practice swords on his own, Tang Mang came to Man Er and smiled and said, "Second brother, congratulations, Hutou has extremely high talent in swordsmanship, and will definitely achieve something in swordsmanship in the future!"
Man Er hurriedly said, "It's good for brothers to teach you."
This is by no means false. Tang Mang did teach well. Not only did he teach the basic swordsmanship of Tiger Head, but he also talked about a lot of swordsmanship.
Hutou is young and may not understand it now, but Tang Mang's actions still touched Man Er.
Looking around the world, most warriors cherish their own treasures. Some people are unwilling to pass on their unique skills until they die. There are only a handful of people who can be as unreserved as Tang Mang.
Thinking of this, Tang Mang, the second dynasty of Man, clasped his fists and said, "Brother, I won't say much, thank you."
Tang Mang frowned and said, "Second brother, you are polite. Hutou is your son, and that is my younger brother's son. As long as I know, I will give you all my gifts."
...
When Chaoyang was fully emerging, Manwei cooked breakfast in person. Although there was no big fish and meat, there were simple three dishes and one soup, it was steaming, full of color, fragrance and flavor, and everything was absolutely delicious.
Whether it was Tang Mang, Situ Xin, Man Er and Hutou, they all had food with relish.
After dinner, the little guy Hutou even licked all the dishes and chopsticks, which made Situ Xin giggle.
Tang Mang looked up at her, and saw that her eyes were a little dark, and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?"