The idle Mr. Qin was extremely depressed with his third child's family.
At this time, Elder Tran asked Hue Khong: "Abbot, what strange technique does this Han Tieu practice? How can he be on par with the leader? Han Mai's palm of the Doan Moc family is not necessarily higher than the Tai Chi sword. ."
Han Tieu exited the pine forest and headed east.
The situation of Mr. Shuisheng's house is similar to the old yard, where a large family lived together.
Lin Guozhang rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.
Outside the small yard, there was Tan Lao Tam's scream.
Khuong Tieu Han closed the book, took a sip of water, looked at Vuong Tu Anh, "Tu Anh, I'm so sorry."
But before that, it was the old lady he had to teach.
Uncle Tan is so angry, do you think I rarely come to your house? If it weren't for my old master Tham asking me to come over here and let you go, I wouldn't want to step into your door again in this life. of my life."
"I have a way for the boss to keep the venison. Can I ask more?"
Khuong Tieu Han put down the glass of juice, took a deep breath, picked up the notebook, "Mr. Luc, let's start."
The old lady shrunk her neck. Although she didn't say anything on the outside, she still scolded Tan Quoc Vinh in her heart.
When people heard Doanmu Hong say this, they couldn't help but feel nervous.
Just now while eating, she told her father that she needed some large bamboo cages.
"Little sister, what are you doing?"
"You mean it wasn't a coincidence that I met Master Thach? He came to find me?" Han Tieu was confused. Hearing this, he felt that there were too many things he didn't know.
The neighbor who was just dissatisfied woke up immediately after hearing this.
Then, I saw all the disciples walking out of the hall one by one.
While Doan Moc Hong Chinh was in doubt, he only heard Han Tieu say to Nhac Vien Long: "Senior must be Tu Minh Sect elder Nhac? Junior brother Han Tieu, pay your respects to senior." Then he bowed to Nhac Vien Long.
"I'm not filial? Okay, left and right, I recognize this unfilial guy."
Doan Moc Hong was very thoughtful, with many doubts in his heart, so he asked: "How did you all get poisoned, it was all on your head?"
Her eyes slowly looked down the street. In late autumn, the rows of trees in the flower market were still glowing a rich green color.
Tan Nhan nodded repeatedly, mother and son were busy cooking, Tan Quoc Vinh and his son were also busy outside.
At this meal, because of the small incident just now, the atmosphere was completely destroyed, and the original joy and laughter were never restored.
Hearing that, old man La didn't say much, selling things wasn't always popular, no wonder he had to leave in the middle of the night.
Seeing Doan Moc Sinh nod without changing expression, all the disciples couldn't help but scream! Although Han Tieu had long guessed that Doan Mo Sinh would agree to this, seeing him nod with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but feel worried, seeing his master still standing to the side as if nothing had happened. Han Tieu felt sorry for him, and was even more curious about the content of the letter.
Do the people in this old yard really consider your house a punching bag?