Reverend Insanity

“I practiced my basic fists and feet for seven days in a row, and I couldn't imagine being knocked out again after only supporting two moves in Fong Yuan's hand. Shame, shame!” Ancient moon is filled with shame and anger.

In the yard of the house, he punched and kicked at the wooden puppet, banging and banging.

Then a smile came: "Little brother, do you have a deep hatred for wooden puppets? Do you hate them so much? ”

Hearing this familiar voice, Ancient Moon's northern face loosened, stopped the attack and turned around: “Sister, you are back! ”

“Well, the family commissioned a reconnaissance mission and went out for more than a dozen days...” Ancient Moon replied, smiling indifferently. She is a sister of the Apartment North and is now a second-transfer middle-class sorcerer.

But she quickly changed her face, and she had a sharp look in her eyes: "Little brother, what happened to the scar on your face? Who bullied you? ”

“Ah, nothing. This is my accidental walking wrestling, kowtow.” There was a glimmer of panic in the face of the desert north, which obfuscated a reason. He didn't want his sister to know such an embarrassment. The future ruler of the Apostolic House, the grandson of the Ancient Moon Desert, was actually knocked out twice in a row.

But unfortunately, he's not the only one. Everyone else is in on it.

“Oh, well, then you have to be careful. By the way, you have to practice boxing, that's not gonna work. Without increasing your defense, you must wrap a thick cloth around it. This will protect your hands and feet from harm.” Ancient Moon's indifference prompted him a few words and he left.

“Hello, miss. ”

“Good day, miss. ”

“The young lady is back. The slave only met the young lady. ”

The ancient moon was pale and cold, walking. The servants I met along the way bowed down to salute me.

She walked to the study, did not report, and pushed directly into the door.

In the study, Ancient Moon Dust turned to her back and was standing at the desk practicing.

“Back?” The desert dust of the ancient moon did not turn back, but asked directly, "After more than half a month of reconnaissance outside, what about the wolf's nest? ”

“Grandpa, how did you know it was me?” The indifference stunned.

“Humph, the whole family goes up and down, except you can't even knock on the door because of my favorites. Who else?” Ancient moon dust has a blaming tone, but turning around, his face is gentle and he looks at his indifferent eyes with a smile.

Apathetic: “If you want to talk about petting, Grandpa is actually more sweet to his brother. It's just that my brother is going to take power in the future. Grandpa demanded strictly of him, and the other side won't feel this love. ”

After a pause, he asked: "Grandpa, why was my brother beaten up? I just asked him, he's lying. I didn't have a hard time asking, so I came to ask Grandpa. ”

Ancient moon's dusty face is serious: “You haven't answered my words yet. ”

He put down his pen, smoked his chair, and sat down slowly.

The indifference had to report: “The wolf nest is almost full. At this rate of reproduction, although there will be no wolf tide this year, there must be a wolf tide that will strike our village next year. ”

Ancient moon dust asked: "It's not unusual that there is basically a wolf tide every three years. It's just how many Thunder Crown Wolves are in that pack? ”

“There are about three.” Answered with indifference.

Ancient moon desert dust nod, let go of your heart. The Thunder Crown Wolf is the leader of the wolf herd, and when the wolf tide strikes the cottage, it is the most intractable.

There are not many thunder crown wolves because there are three cottages on Qingmao Mountain. Share one for each cottage, and the pressure of the wolf wave shock will be greatly reduced.

“Grandpa, you haven't told me about your little brother yet.” Asked indifferently.

“I don't mind telling you, Desert North was beaten once seven days ago, twice today. He was beaten down at the front door of the school, both in a coma on the spot.” Ancient moon dust smiled.

“Who dared to beat the shit out of my little brother?” The indifference stared.

“It's one of his same windows, called Fong Yuan. He played well...” The desert dust of the ancient moon made a laugh.

The indifferent eyes stared even bigger and asked inexplicably: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Apocalypse is your grandson! ”

Ancient Moon looked deeply at his granddaughter and said with great focus: “Apathy, you are a girl, you may not understand. Failure and shame make progress. Without failure, it is impossible to quench a mature man. ”

“Desert North was beaten, his own failure. As soon as he was awake, he began to teach the nurses boxing skills, which was a step forward. And that progress, that's what Fong Yuan brought, awakened him. If you, as his own sister, want to truly love him, do not interfere with his growth. Fangyuan is just a poor kid of C class, Apartment North is B class qualification, behind us, sooner or later will step on Fongyuan. ”

“Leave this opponent to the desert. Women need relatives and lovers in their lives. And in a man's life, a lover can have friends and relatives, but only if he lacks opponents. You're not gonna get into any trouble with Square Source, okay? It's a lifetime thing. You're in on it, you're bullying me. Break the rules and practices, and others will look down on us. ”

On several occasions she spoke indifferently, but in the dusty eyes of the ancient moon, she finally lowered her head and replied: "Yes, Grandpa. My granddaughter understood. ”

She leaves the study overhead, not even in the northern part of the ancient moon - her eyes have been shining a different light.

“Grandpa, this is how you love your grandson. And my indifference has a way of caring for my little brother!” I've already had another idea in my indifference.

……

In the dining room of the inn, there are people sitting at several tables eating meals, which makes it seem a bit lively.

One or two guys pack their dishes and swim around the table with ease.

Square is sitting next to the table near the window, ordering several dishes, eating them and looking through the window.

On the sky, the evening is warm and burning quietly.

The sun had fallen for much of it, and it had finally gazed at the earth, and Yuhui was looking back.

The distant mountains have been covered by the twilight. The nearby streets are home. Some are barefoot, dirt-stained farmers, some are drug collectors carrying baskets, some are hunters carrying chickens, boars and other prey, and others are magicians. They tend to wear blue martial arts uniforms and are smart and resourceful. With a headband tied to the head and a wide waistband at the waist.

The belt is very disciplined, the trickster is a blue belt with a copper sheet on the front and a "one” on the copper sheet.

The belt of the two-spinner magician is red, with iron chips in the center, engraved with the word "two”.

Fangyuan sat by the window and watched for a while. He saw six or seven spinning magicians, mostly young people. There was also a second-tier magician, a middle-aged man.

As for the Triple-Turner, he is usually already old. Four turns is the chief of the clan, the lord of the village.

Five spinning magicians are rarely seen, and in the history of the Ancient Moon clan, there were only one and four generations of chiefs.

“It's actually very simple to observe the strength of a family. Just sit in the cottage, carefully observe the pedestrians for hours, and see how many of them are spinning and spinning.” Together with five hundred years of experience, the source has learned a lesson in his heart.

In the case of Ancient Moon Hills, there are six magicians out of twenty pedestrians walking the streets. Half of these six magicians are likely to have a second-track magician.

Ancient Moon Village is one of the best resource points in Qingmao Mountain by virtue of such strength and heritage. He is the master of Qingmao Mountain.

But Qingmao Mountain is just a small corner in the vast South China River. Ancient Moon Village can only be considered a moderate and inferior ethnic group in the entire South China River.

“I have only just practiced now. I am not qualified to invade Nanjiang alone. Must have at least three turns of strength to swim far.” Fong Yuan ate the appetizer and sighed in his heart.

Qingmao Mountain is too small to carry his ambition, he is destined to leave.

“Ha ha, Koyue Fangyuan, finally found you.” At that point, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile.

“Hmm?” Square slightly turned her head and saw her face waxed yellow and frowning, but she was tall and had developed muscles on her body. At this time, he walked over and held his arms in his chest, staring down at the source of the teenager sitting eating, his elongated eyes flashing a cold light.

“Fong Yuan, you're in big trouble, you know? Hey hey hey, you dare to beat up our little master, now the young lady is looking for you everywhere.” Middle-aged men keep laughing. He gazed up and down at the square source, creating a hidden and compelling atmosphere.