Xiang An did not answer, leaned down and jumped over to the ground, and his spear greeted Xiang Liang's lower body.
Xiang Liang pulled the spear horizontally, jumped up, knocking Xiang An's spear in a crooked way, and his body rotated around the air, and the tip of the spear was slid towards Xiang An's face.
Xiang An did not avoid it, and his whole body lay back with his spear, and silver light flashed in the air and drew a large arc.
Table Tennis—
The spear collided, and neither side got what they wanted.
Xiang Liang landed on the ground, Xiang An turned over, and his uncle and nephew changed positions and looked at each other again.
However, Xiang An kicked the spear, and the spear fell into his arms. Xiang An held it, and he hugged it and bowed it: "Uncle is good at skill, but my nephew is defeated."
Xiang Liang was stunned and shook his head with a smile: "You kid... you don't have any outsiders now, so what if I lose? I'm not the kind of person who is not as good as the old man."
"But you, and your brother..." He suddenly held a spear, and the spear was stuck into the ground, holding his chest and looking at the two of them with a smile, "You two are really good at hand, it seems that he is concerned about the elder brother."
"Uncle praised me, we brothers still need to be tempered." Xiang Yu stood beside Xiang An with a slight smile on his face.
Xiang Lu stood behind the two brothers and shook his head helplessly: "Second brother, you can't do it. A junior will beat you. If they both play together, wouldn't they lose in a few rounds?"
"Then you will lose. I am a general, and I will play with you those stupid people!" Xiang Liang suddenly glared at Xiang Lu, "It's the fourth brother, are you happy to see me laughing?"
"Then, that's not there. Second brother, what are you saying..." Xiang Lu waved his hand with a smirk.
Xiang Liang rolled his eyes and did not care about this troublesome fourth brother, took three spears from Xiang An and Xiang Yu, and threw them back into the gun rack accurately: "I have tried the kung fu in my hand. Can you two... know how to shoot?"
"I haven't tried the ejaculation technique, but it should be quite strong." Xiang An put his waist on his face with a casual look.
"I don't know much, but..." Although Xiang Yu didn't say anything, he gradually became confident in his expression.
"Two bad guys..." Xiang Liang glared, "Don't think that you can be arrogant if you want a point in my hand!"
"Do you think ejaculation is very simple, right? The fourth brother!"
"Okay!" Xiang Lu smiled, pulled the longbow off the weapon stand on one side, took out an arrow from the quiver, narrowed his eyes slightly, licked the arrow's tail feathers.
call out--
Before the two brothers could see clearly, the arrow was shot out.
Bang!
The two of them looked in the direction of the arrow flying, but found that the arrow had been nailed to a wooden stake dozens of steps away, and the arrow...
The two brothers came over, but were shocked.
A big fly was nailed to the arrow. The most important thing was that the arrow only hit the fly's wings, but it did not hurt the fly's life. The fly was still buzzing and struggling!
"Cousin, you--" Xiang An shouted, looking at Xiang Lu in surprise, "So amazing!"
"This kind of shooting technique..." Xiang Yu took off the arrow. The fly's wings were not seriously destroyed and could still fly crookedly.
"You two are very skilled in martial arts, but you must remember that you must not judge others by their appearance, and you cannot be arrogant!"
Bang!
Xiang Liang walked over and grabbed the big fly flying in the air.
"Some things are loud, but they are just annoying." Xiang Liang looked at the two brothers and said seriously, "You can be ostentatious, but you must not be arrogant; you can be confident, but you must not be proud!"
"On the battlefield, you can roar loudly, but when you return to life, you must know that calmness and silence are often the best weapon for a person." Xiang Liang opened his hand, and the fly's body fell to the ground, but his two wings had been picked. The fly had to climb on the ground, "You can just use your language when you need it."
Bang.
Xiang Liang stepped on the fly, crushed it, and threw away the fly's wings casually.
"If you don't have the ability, you will scream randomly, but as a result, you will naturally die."
"But in my hope, even if you have the ability, I hope you can maintain restraint in life." He turned his hand over, "Our Xiang family has been a general in Chu State for generations and is well aware of this. In a sense, language hurts people and kills people more than weapons, so you must not speak too much. If you speak too much, you will lose it, and you must not be proud. If you are proud, you will burn yourself."
"Yu has been taught."
"I'm taught."
The two brothers bowed to Xiang Liang.
"You are my nephews, and now they are equivalent to my biological sons. I don't know how my elder brother brought you with you outside the gates, but if I want to be responsible for you, I must ensure that your virtues cannot be lost."
"If you practice martial arts, you will be more virtuous. Those with virtue will be more virtuous than others, and you will not be more powerful." Xiang Liang patted the shoulders of the brothers and said earnestly, "Do you understand?"
......
More than ten miles west of Pei, there is a mountain called Wushan.
The Mount Wu is not high, only three or four hundred meters high, but it is a rare high mountain on this alluvial plain.
There is a village under the Mount Zijia Village, which is the boundary of Sishui.
This village is a paradise for many years.
This village is rarely affected by war, and it is ultimately because this village has the custom of worshiping mountain gods.
Every June, you only need to kill pigs and cook sheep and place them in Shanjun Temple on the top of the mountain. The Shanjun in the mountain will protect the village. It is common sense in Zijia Village.
But something seems to have changed in the mountains and forests.
A ball of black gas floated on the top of the mountain.
The mountains and forests have spiritual energy, and spiritual energy nourishes spirit and monsters.
The black air rose from the ancestral tomb of the Zi family and floated along the way, as if looking for something.
But it is hard to find it, and it seems to be afraid.
roar------!!!
A roar that shocked the world came from the cave on the top of the mountain, as if it was powerless and almost dispersed the black roar.
The black air was even more scared, as if it was a candle in the wind, floating dangerously, and was still motionless because of fear.
"Who is the ghost who is doing this here!?"
The voice rushed out of the cave with anger, stood on the ground, glaring at the black air.
It was a middle-aged man wearing black cloth shoes and wrapped in orange-yellow black-print robe. His eyes were raised and his power was endless.
Not far from the middle-aged man and the black gas, there is a temple.
A pair of words are written on both sides of the temple.
"You are good mountain king without eating blood."
"The most righteous and true god."
"What do I think? It turns out that it is just a little demon born from the spiritual energy that nourishes resentment." The middle-aged man is naturally the mountain king who lives in the mountains. Years of cultivation have allowed him to cultivate a human form.
After casually slapping the black aura of the demon, Shanjun turned his head and walked towards his cave, no longer paying attention.
But he didn't notice that there was a trace of inconspicuous black air wrapped around his cuffs.
Chapter completed!