Many people are very interested in the quarrel between Master Huang Rou and the Zhang Family, but while they have an interest, they are more concerned about themselves.
However, Zhou Zong’s main goal is to change the fate of his family.
So, upon hearing soone listening, (main) hearing what Bull was aiming to do, he suddenly fell silent and stared intently at Zhu Bin.
But each week, the housewives were disappointed in them. Still, each state’s housewives smiled and said, "It’s okay, just arrange the accommodation for everyone."
He sighed heavily, and in front of the nurous Taoists hanging on the door, he took his family to rest.
Yet Zhou Zong hadn’t left, so why were they resting now too? If one could enter the Master’s inner circle, wouldn’t that be a major accomplishnt?
Moreover, in the shattered backyard, the younger generation began their self-claid martial arts training, and they could not laugh.
The weekly house practice scene had beco a habit, and they didn’t even bother to acknowledge it.
"I’ve passed out," I said, wanting a quiet room first.
The big guy turned blue and led the way towards the first room on the left wing.
Zhang Daxi’s master, every family head would et once, the selfish deity, another face, is that okay to force the old man? Such a large group of fans!
Can’t we go? I’m a bit tired, I want to go ho first.
Standing around him listening to the lecture, I was a big jar of soy sauce, Zhang Da’s little shoes were still regrettable for causing bone marrow cancer.
Now having listened happily again, his throat was parched. Every ti I ate, I could...
Xuan Qijun said, "Every week the housewives are sleepless, but they’ll still et!"
As limp as a noodle... This week, it seems like all households have status, but you’d better go see him."
He has high status, don’t you want to et him? Brother, you are also born from a tiger’s den, aren’t you?
Zhang Dalve, feeling agitated, did not act with propriety in stopping him, otherwise too upright.
"Yes!" "Let’s introduce from the front!" Zhang Daming finally reached a compromise on Xuan Qijun’s railway plan.
In Qingyuan Pavilion, the family mbers actually knew about Zhang Dadan’s weekly etings, the family affairs of February and March were envied.
Furthermore, the trouble stirred by bone marrow cancer, jealousy, and even the disliked gazes, Zhang Dazui in the shadows of the tracks, every week it was the housewives.
Sitting in the hotel room, every week, for the house mbers, sweeping a pair of large eyes, sitting beside the deity.
"Young man, having this sorted acupuncture point, even the single root finger is bitten off.
Zhang Dalve, with so reluctance, if not recognizing Li Xiyin, just nodded.
Every week, the head of the family t, but from the main table, he directly overturned a big bowl. I didn’t know. "Would you wait for Zhang Family’s explanation in February and March?"
He simply asked this soda, Zhang Daxi was a bit uncomfortable, not good, cald down.
’I... I am my teacher!’ Zhang Dadan was a very ashad person; everyone was the head of the family.
But in the 1980s, none of the housewives could have seen your life.
Each famous ancient martial sect cherishes their martial arts skills imnsely, never passing them on to outsiders.
Even if they were together, it was indeed, a dilapidated fist of an externally recruited disciple who’s the staff punch of it, not looted from the family’s inner martial arts, that was passed on to the other side, how would it be for the other side to participate in visiting South Korea?
But he wasn’t interested in such matters, very curious, thus hearing Zhang Dazhi’s dical skills, then learned of Jinjin’s deeds.
Since every week it was unbearable for the housewives, a dry cough couldn’t be helped, he said, "Where is Zhang Shijing..."
He answered in a large bowl of tail fox, "The small owner I live with hasn’t been able to continue the ancestors. Recently a big-na elder ca, it was great!"
Listening to the weekly householder, Zhang Daming was surprised, thought for a mont then took a deep breath. "Yes, I don’t have a difference either.
"As long as it’s you, treating the poison severely, and what’s surprising is, worthy of looking forward to, but you can only think of Jin’s sage hands.
Saint’s hands of national dicine. Zhang Dahan looked at this aningless title and beca spirited.
Every week, seeing the householder, it was like a small Taoist at the crossroads, equivalent to the ancestor of national dicine, who always said "Korean dicine and ancient martial arts have always been Chang Sheng’s specialty.
Although it’s nurous martial arts, if one has to do it once, just use the body as stimulation, enhancing even more, Korean dical ridians, still, Han Han’s apostle developed as a trial product of manufacturing martial arts humans.
"If it’s the southern ridian study that ca out, through Han Fang, extracted through martial arts skill, Jin and ridian studies’ extre, is a conjecture of martial skills."
But what was surprising was, Zhang Dawan’s Zhang Guangxue, his virtual brilliance. This president was convinced. He’s a doctor and martial arts relationship.
But according to him, Zhang Dazui couldn’t stop speaking, couldn’t break off, it had to be him "Mr. Zhou, for , this much.
Fortunately, every week’s household was a bit beseeching, inconvenient, instead having a self-mocking sentint, "Because it’s too far, because people are old, can’t hear the speaking man’s words!"
He mocked himself, his own age, too talkative, Zhang Dazui wasn’t good, very difficult, but had to persist, a fool, enjoying like a fool.
"What’s the matter with you?" Zhang Dabai
Every week, the family head pointed at him, and his impatient tone said, "Although I don’t know if you’re willing to accept my thoughts, there’s still you here."
Changing oneself? Zhang Dadaan was straight and puzzled, what’s the situation? Have you accidentally t yourself and him by chance?
Does he not fear himself, a bad person? Are they not afraid of themselves, spreading the martial secrets like a dog?
Every week’s housewives’ request, and Zhang Dazhen’s request, Zhang Dazhi issued a vigorous bombing, even if it’s your god, you’ll still use the words of a thoroughbred horse to express, you’ll also have many people?
Zhang Dazhi rejected this sentence during the arrangent process, "Uncle Zhou, I’ve already seen a master who could do more things, just made you into a division."
In front of him, called a social event (40 years old), although it was a tactic, it was still just doing what had to be done.
But Zhu Ren listened to his worries, showed no regret, and laughed.
What’s my business, so you’re worried about this matter! No defense, I’ll personally say it. (main) indicated resolutely.
To him, the grip was just an ant. His heart didn’t change, he wouldn’t understand!
Zhang Dadan, looking between the brows, then got up, the land trio, ancient martial arts, without his own heart, would he still wait?
Every week is the householder’s penmanship, is the elderly wind and flowers, personally visited, it is precious to oneself, if you nicely reject the legal person from Hong Kong, you might appear unkind.
Under contemplation and reflection, Zhang Dazui had no choice but to pretend, put on a show misleadingly hitting up, "Uncle, my Mr. Zhou.
The family mbers who saw themselves refusing him in a roundabout way were already unhappy, but not yet at the explosion point.
Mr. Zhang, is your dical skill proficient? Suddenly asked the housewife who got angry.
He listened to Zhang Dazui, starting from the beginning, obtaining the dical skill from him, feeling fulfilled, finding a family householder each week was indeed the true goal.
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