In this life, it is enough to have a brother who is willing to take care of the matter with you, not to mention that there are two around Tang Ning. Although they have not been together for too long, they know that they have met and met two real brothers. This makes his heart full of warmth.

"When you solve these messy things in front of you. Are you two getting started with me? How about it?"

Tang Ning stood up, turned around, squatted in front of the two again, stretched out his hands on their shoulders, and looked at them with sincere eyes.

"Ah? This..."

“…”

I don’t know if Tang Ning’s proposal was too sudden or if there were any concerns, Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao’s eyes burst into unprecedented light, their faces flushed and filled with excitement, but they looked at each other, with more conflicts and hesitation in their eyes. It seemed that they were struggling inside.

"What? You Hong Sect has rules. Are you not allowed to help your disciples to join his sect?" Seeing that they were hesitating, Tang Ning asked patiently and smiled bitterly. "If that is the case, then..."

"No, no, Tang Ning, don't get me wrong. It's not what you thought. The Hongmen rules are indeed very large, but there are no restrictions in this regard." Zhou Yu was raising how to speak, and Jiang Tao next to him said anxiously. He seemed to have a lot of things to say in his stomach, but he was an action-oriented person and his skills were better than his mouth. Moreover, some words were not suitable for him in front of Tang Ning, so he couldn't express the meaning he wanted, and seemed a little impatient.

"Zhou Yu, you said."

Hum? Tang Ning's eyes locked Zhou Yu.

"Haha, this, what about this. Actually..." Zhou Yu couldn't sit still, and he was upset and imitating Tang Ning's appearance. The two squatted face to face. Scratched their heads and touched their noses, but Tang Ning's eyes were too penetrating. Zhou Yu's expression suddenly became very serious, changing from squatting to half-kneeling, sitting on his raised right heel. He leaned forward with his upright upper body, pressed his elbow horizontally on his thigh, and pinched his waist with one hand. His expression, eyes, posture, and combinations made people feel a little oppressive, and he also had a little disregard for curiosity.

"Tang Ning, to be honest, your proposal is very touching to Jiang Tao and me. This is something we both have been looking forward to for a long time.

Tang Ning laughed out loud: "Will it be together? Why are you still hesitating?" Seeing that the two of them looked at each other and were still hesitating, Tang Ning said: "Hey, I'll tell me what's wrong with you two? Don't want to be with me? Once you enter the door, you can learn real magic. Don't you want to?"

At this time, Tang Ning was full of hope. He finally met two suitable partners, with excellent personal qualifications and understanding. It would be a pity if he caught him by chance. Since there was no rules, the hesitation between the two made him a little disappointed.

"Tang Ning, don't worry, listen to me finish my words." Zhou Yu's expression was very serious and rarely solemn.

Tang Ning also became serious and nodded, "Well, you said."

"National martial arts, those of us who practice martial arts have been standing in a stance, breathing, and laying a solid foundation from a young age, which is something left by our ancestors. While strengthening our bodies, it is also an extremely profound skill of fighting. Tang Ning, you have both academic mysteries of magical arts and martial arts. So tell me, are fighting skills similar to Chinese martial arts really not opponents of magical arts? Do we martial arts practitioners really have to be slaughtered when encountering magical arts? Do you have no room for fighting back?"

After hearing Zhou Yu's words, Tang Ning did not answer immediately. He looked back and forth on the faces of the two of them, pondered for a while, and said, "Just because of this? But what does this have to do with asking you two to join me?"

"Of course it has something to do, and it's a big deal." Zhou Yu said: "Our Zhou family is the descendant of the authentic inner Xingyiquan. Jiang Tao's family is also the authentic outer top kung fu. He has slashed the eighth level with one hand, sweeping the eighth level boxing in the world. Both of us have been forced to practice kung fu since we were sensible. After practicing for more than ten years, we can change the fu fu and practice other things. Then what is the hard work we have put in before? Although the magic technique is very attractive, this problem must be clear before getting started, otherwise we will be fucking awkward."

This made a super sunny handsome guy swear, which shows that this problem has really "burned" in his heart like a thorn.

"Well, that's what I mean. I just want to know that after my Bajiquan practices the fist energy, a four-inch thick steel plate can punch a punch with one punch. Once the fist energy is complete, the steel plate can be smashed directly. With such a great force, can't I really deal with the thriller?"

After understanding the reasons for their hesitation and hesitation, Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyebrows, eyes began to bend, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised. "This question is, um... very... schi..." Tang Ning couldn't hold it in a moment and laughed out loud. She sat on the grass, covering her stomach, laughing endlessly.

"Damn it. Are you laughing so hard? Do you think we are joking with you?" Zhou Yu stood up, kicked Tang Ning, pinched his waist with both hands, bent down, looked down at him from a high point, and said ashamed.

"I know, I know, I understand, you are not kidding. It's just that your question is really asking, yes..."

"Um?"

"It's so stupid." Tang Ning jumped up from the grass, pounced on the grass leaves and dust on his butt with his back hand, and raised his hand to stop Zhou Yu from getting angry. He asked Jiang Tao with a fast speed: "Look at the watch, what time is it?"

"One is over eight minutes."

"Damn, why haven't you come yet? I'm a target who was sniped, waiting to be slaughtered. Really, with this quality, and still a killer? Change your career as soon as possible... Come here, two fools, let me explain and explain to you carefully. Understand things, so that you can avoid embarrassing when you go out in the future." Tang Ning took a few steps forward, stood on a slope, looked into the distance, muttering in his mouth. He raised his hand and moved his fingers, called the two to him, and explained to them seriously.

"Actually, whether it is a magical art or a martial art, it is just the use of power. The art, like the literal meaning, refers to skills and methods. I think you are not stupid, and this is easy to understand. So, I won't explain it. What we are going to talk about now is power."

"Strength refers to the power of nature and the power of heaven and earth in the miracle. It is artificially absorbed and controlled, and then classified as one's own use. The vital energy cultivated in the body, internal internal energy, and external qi. To put it bluntly, this is also a force of heaven and earth, but it is not like spiritual power, absorbed, refined, and transformed from the outside to the inside. Instead, the power that is nurtured in the body when the embryo is formed is also the most pure wisp of vital energy. The most primitive power of heaven and earth."

"The vast majority of people in this world do not know how to practice after they are born. As they grow older and their bodies grow, the strand of vital energy will gradually fade and eventually disappear. People who practice martial arts breathe and breathe out this strand hidden in their bodies through their unique postures, that is, the stake method of each sect, and the meaning is that. The innate masters in martial arts novels, take it now, have reached the level of spiritual transformation, and are the grand-level master-level immortals who hold the alchemy. This level is too far away from us, and it is useless to say too much. So, I won't explain it."

"I think you just don't understand, so I won't explain." Zhou Yu said contemptuously.

"Get out, do you want to hear it?" Tang Ning's old face turned red and he scolded a little embarrassedly.

Zhou Yu covered his mouth and laughed secretly, saying, "Continue, continue, you continue."

Jiang Tao is an honest child. Tang Ning talks easily and teases, but he listens very attentively and seriously. Even Zhou Yu interrupts, which makes him angry and warned.

"The internal strength, qi, and spiritual power are the same as the power of heaven and earth, then they can be said to be from the same origin. It is like a mother triplet and three brothers. Fundamentally speaking, there is no absolute saying of who is stronger and who is weak. So the magical arts are the competition for martial arts..."

"Techniques, application, plus experience, on-the-spot reactions during wartime. In short, the miracle fights against a master of kung fu, it doesn't matter what you practice. The key is humans. When a fool fights against a pig, the one who dies may not be a pig." Zhou Yu suddenly rushed to say.

Bang, the two fingers were staggered, and they snapped their fingers, which was extremely loud in the night. Tangning nodded and praised. "Bingo, that's what it means."

He turned and smiled, and asked quickly, "Are you a fool or a pig?"

"Are you a pig or a fool?" Zhou Yu asked back.

Jiang Tao ignored the two idiots around him who had just finished their business, and had no fucking voice. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a series of numbers.

"Hey, what are you doing? Who are you calling?" The two of them, who were still entangled with the question of the fool and the pig, turned their heads and looked at him, and asked in unison.

"Tell them to your family, I'm going to join the sect. Oh, by the way. What's the name of our sect? What's the ancestor you worship? Where is the mountain gate? How many people are there? Who is the head? Which generation of disciples will I be after joining? What's the word for the disciple of the same generation?" After the phone was answered, Jiang Tao held the microphone and looked at Tang Ning seriously and asked.

"This, haha..." Tang Ning was sweating all over when asked. Under the clear and pure gaze of Jiang Tao, the child, his face turned red and pointed at his nose.

Jiang Tao frowned, "Hmm? What do you mean by yourself?"

Tang Ning smiled dryly, lowered her head, played with her fingers, drew circles on the ground, and whispered in a slight sense: "What you are talking about is a big sect, we, temporarily, temporarily..."

Jiang Tao said seriously: "Be more specific."

Tang Ning suddenly looked up and shouted: "Our sect is called Meihua Sanshou Sect. The founder of the school was Lai Buyi, a Buyi mountain man from the Song Dynasty. It has been passed down for 68 generations now, and there are only two sects. One is my aunt, who doesn't know where to fly. The other is me, here."

"..." Zhou Yujun's face was a little distorted.
Chapter completed!