The brothers who traveled westward in those years

Chapter 530 0531, Slapping people in the face
When I was hungry, I looked for food alone, when I was sleepy, I slept alone, when I was scared, I hid in a corner alone, and when I was bullied, I wiped my tears secretly.

Wukong felt sorry for the little girl, if he hadn't met Huang Lan by accident, maybe he had already taken the little girl to that new home.Give the little girl a house that belongs to her, and then live with everyone.

She is a gift from heaven to Wukong, and also a Bodhisattva who descended from the sky.Crossing oneself and crossing others can impress those around you inadvertently.Helping many people invisibly will also purify the hearts of many people.

Good and evil are only in one thought, but they can affect infinity.

The transmission of kind thoughts can make a single spark start a prairie fire.

The spread of evil thoughts can destroy a dike of a thousand miles in one fell swoop.

Gently rubbing the little girl's dirty hair, Wukong said: "Girl, when we leave here, brother will give you a name, okay?"

Suddenly flashing those bright eyes, the little girl gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely.She had heard it said that only family members would name family members.

She is happy, now she has a family.No longer alone, no longer alone.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, Feng Yang's guards could barely reach the level of an intermediate demon hunter.If 32 people add up, they can completely rival a high-level demon hunter.

It's not that the high-level demon hunters are necessarily better than them, but that the tacit understanding of the 32 people cannot reach the optimal level.As far as tactical cooperation is concerned, the cooperation of six to 12 people is the best choice.If the number of people had to be imposed, eighteen was already the limit.If not, there would not be eighteen arhats in Buddhism.

Wukong agreed to Fengyang's request, but Fengyang didn't try to stop Wukong from putting the little girl down.Let the little girl stay away, even Wukong himself has no idea about this battle.If one only looked at Feng Yang's expression at this time, he might be much stronger than those lords that Wukong had met before.

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"Dad, it's cold outside!"

"It's right if it's cold. If it's not cold, I won't let you go out. Go out for me, go for a run. This is a good time to exercise your body. If you don't go now, when will you wait?"

"Dad, can I stop practicing today? I want to sleep!"

"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, stop beating, I will run now, I will run now."

"Son, you will be the most promising big shot in our Laofeng family from now on. Regardless of whether your mother or I are not capable, you must be capable in the future."

"kindness!"

Looking at the little girl who was hiding in the distance and looked at him timidly, Feng Yang was momentarily absent-minded.Memories are like a flood that has opened its gates, and it is out of control.

Both parents are out-and-out farmers, repeating the farm work with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky every day.Before dawn, they have to go to work in the field, and it takes a long time to go home from the field after dark.

At that time, Feng Yang was the happiest only two times a year, one was very hot, when he could go out to pick ears of wheat, and then exchange the ears of wheat for watermelon.

He always likes to hug the watermelon with his clothes, and then run to the field to surprise his mother.His father was cruel to him, Feng Yang didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to his father.In such a hot summer, I suddenly conjured up a watermelon for my mother, and then heard my mother praise him as a good boy.Feng Yang felt very happy in his heart, even more beautiful than eating the legendary honey.

There is another one, it is the season when the leaves turn yellow, at that time Feng Yang will go to the fields to help his mother with work.He works so fast that he gets his mother's praise every time.Then, while working, I listened to my mother telling stories, telling stories about the big bad wolf and the little white rabbit, and about Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

Of course, what Feng Yang likes to hear the most is the story of an old man and seven gourds.This story was not told to him by his mother, but by his father, who never liked to talk at work.

When he was working again, Feng Yang mustered up his courage for the first time and begged his father to tell him a new story.It was only later that Feng Yang found out that his father had actually read many books before.He is a well-known scholar in the village, but his mother never went to school for a day.But my father's family was in decline, so it became what it is today.

Feng Yang's father had a wish, which he entrusted to his son.I want my son to continue his wish, and of course I want my son to leave that poor and remote village.

The ancients said that poor culture and rich martial arts, but Feng Yang's father wanted his son to practice martial arts.Even if it's the annual income, even if it's saving food and expenses, even if it's asking someone to borrow money, he will let his son concentrate on martial arts.It wasn't his whim, but Feng Yang liked to wield knives and guns since he was a child.

At that time, Feng Yang was still young, and he didn't know the truth of suffering to be a master.So he hated his father and why he was so ruthless.

Some people say that a man cannot grow without a strict father, and a woman cannot grow without a cruel mother.Feng Yang was very lucky to meet a cruel man who treated him like he was not his own father.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in order for him to challenge the limit of cold, let his body adapt to the severe cold.He only left a pair of shorts, and let him run in the yard alone before dawn.Feng Yang was only six and a half years old at that time, he begged his father desperately for not being sensible, hoping to let him wear more clothes.

Mom was also crying aside, holding Feng Yang and not letting go.But Feng Yang's father's words made Feng Yang's mother let go of her hands.

He said: "A loving mother is a loser, if you can take care of him for the rest of his life, then stop him, and if you can't, let him go."

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He clenched his fists tightly and made crisp noises.Feng Yang raised his head slowly, and said to Wukong: "I am the most reasonable person, no matter how badly you lose today, I will let you take this little girl away."

As soon as the words were finished, Feng Yang strode towards Wu Kong, leaving behind a phantom every step he took, as if there were two Feng Yang, three, four, countless Feng Yang walking towards Wu Kong.It wasn't a phantom, but Feng Yang walked too fast and too slow.

What is fast is his body, what is slow is his soul.Humans have three souls and seven souls, all three are awake during the day, but only one is awake at night.

Feng Yang was distracted for the first time when he was confronting an enemy, and he still recalled the past that he didn't want to think of the most.With a punch, the fist pierced through Wukong's chest, but the fist stopped two inches from Wukong's chest.

Wukong blocked Fengyang's punch with his right hand, and withstood repeated attacks from several phantoms again and again.Feng Yang's figure was still moving forward, but Wu Kong didn't take half a step back.

Those seemingly countless phantoms are actually Feng Yang's unique combat spells.He figured it out on the basis of his predecessors, and it is the only one in the top ten leagues.Moreover, he will not fight with others easily, and naturally no one will know these secrets.

There were a total of 49 phantoms in total, and the fist that was held by Wukong hit Wukong 49 times.From two inches to one inch, it finally smashed into Wukong's chest.

Seeing that Wukong was motionless, Feng Yang withdrew his fist slightly differently.This move was the first move he researched, and it was also the one he used the most.

(End of this chapter)