World Tibet Bureau

When Uncle Wang heard this, his eyes lit up and he stared at me for a while.

After half an hour.

He picked up the red short stick at his waist, raised his hands horizontally, and placed it in front of Lu Cenyin.

Seeing this, Lu Cenyin's complexion was very bad, and he turned to look at me in great confusion: "Su Chen..."

She was already kind of begging me.

I beg me to change to another plan that has the best of both worlds, which can not only make the plan successful, but also keep Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang will definitely stay, and he must strictly implement the plan.

But I am the commander of this operation to destroy the incense, and I must demonstrate to this old red flower stick man today and completely convince him.

Only in this way.

Uncle Wang will be completely obedient, move forward bravely, and walk towards death.

My expression was calm, and I repeated firmly: "Give Wang Tianfang the stick and paint!"

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Lu Cenyin stood there, not knowing what to do.

She is smart, if Uncle Wang doesn't follow the plan, the Lu family will surely fall into the abyss.

She is also gentle and kind. If she wants to fire the loyal Uncle Wang, her character simply cannot do it.

I added a sentence: "If he is not removed from the Yingqingge red stick team today, the incense burning operation will be cancelled. Everyone will go back to their homes and find their own mothers."

When Lu Cenyin heard this, his face flushed and his chest heaved up and down.

The life and death of the Lu family is more important than Uncle Wang.

She raised her hand and slowly moved towards the short red stick in Uncle Wang's hand.

Just as she was about to touch the red stick, Lu Cenyin's trembling hands suddenly withdrew. She put her hands into her hair, lowered her head, and said in a trembling voice with a hint of crying, "Why do you want Force me, why..."

The way the hair is pulled is so beautiful!

I didn't have time to appreciate it, so I got up from the chair and said, "Goodbye."

After speaking, I immediately stepped out.

"Wait a moment!"

Uncle Wang shouted from behind.

I stopped and looked back at him.

Uncle Wang gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: "I can implement according to your plan! But the premise is that you must win the red stick in my hand!"

Everything was as expected.

Uncle Wang is not a fool.

The strength I showed before made him fully understand that without me, the Lu family would definitely be swallowed up by Huang Muhua, sooner or later.Once I am determined to leave, he will definitely compromise. This is the responsibility of "protecting Bao'an".

Uncle Wang doesn't trust me and Fatty Xiao, there is no doubt about it.

From the day I forced him to kowtow to me at the gambling stall, his dissatisfaction with me has taken root and sprouted, and it has grown into a towering tree so far.

Uncle Wang has protected Lu Cenyin since he was a child, she is like his own daughter.No father would put his daughter's life in his unconvinced hands.Rather than saying that he wants to fight with me, it is better to say that it is a father who is exploring his daughter's ability to commit herself to a man.Of course, this is also the choice of "protecting the life of the master".

The mentality of the two of them was tightly controlled by me.

Lu Cenyin was stunned for a moment, and looked at me with beautiful eyes, slightly worried in anticipation.

She is well aware of Uncle Wang's Bajiquan skills.

But today I must defeat this rebellious old red stick!

I asked Lu Cenyin: "Is there a stick?"

Lu Cenyin nodded a little at a loss, turned around and took out a red stick from the oblique rear of the bogu shelf.

After I took the red stick.

Uncle Wang's face was extremely gloomy, and he went out the door first.

Lu Cenyin and I also followed out.

Lu Cenyin whispered to me from the side: "Su Chen, I'm sorry..."

I smiled, looked at the red stick in my hand, and replied, "What a stick!"

This is a compliment to Uncle Wang.

To the yard outside the villa.

We were separated by a distance.

Uncle Wang held a stick in his hand, drew a semicircle with one foot, held the red stick horizontally in his hand, and lowered his knees slightly.

As soon as this posture came out, it really surprised me.

There is a saying in Bajiquan stick technique, which is called all kinds of airs to deal with all kinds of changes.

Fists and feet are the extension of the body, and equipment is the extension of the fist and feet.

But whether it is fists or weapons, in order to defeat the enemy, you must first keep your body stable. Only when you are stable can you change, and only when you change can you deal with the countless changes of the opponent.

Uncle Wang's posture has the skill of decades of veterans.

Sister Jiu'er and I learned the art of grasping, fighting and killing, which is actually very complicated.

I didn't specialize in any particular category, and basically knew something, but I was not very proficient.

but.

Sister Jiu'er told me a truth, one second faster, even if the opponent's strength is hundreds of times stronger than yours, it can kill him many times.

What she has the most strict requirements on me is to stand on the Hunyuan pile.

Sometimes it would make me stand for a whole day without eating, drinking or urinating.

It was very painful at first, and I wanted to die.

But in the back, I can even fall asleep standing up.

In other words, it’s not called falling asleep, it’s called fugue.

Standing for a long time has two great advantages. One is that the frame is extremely stable and cannot be beaten down;

With a tough stick technique, I definitely can't beat Uncle Wang.

But when it comes to fighting, he will lose today.

Uncle Wang suddenly shouted: "Ha!"

He was holding a red stick in his hand, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, he was attacking me.

With whistling sound, the red stick is extremely fierce, hanging and splitting, sticking and sticking...

I saw the intent to fight to the death in Uncle Wang's eyes.

Don't hold back an inch in the battle!

This is the killing intent that an old red stick should have.

As the saying goes, the fist is afraid of the young, and the stick is afraid of the old wolf.

Uncle Wang is a crazy old wolf right now!

I quickly blocked with the red stick, retreated steadily, and got hit by Uncle Wang several times, and was almost beaten to death by him.

She didn't have time to look at Lu Cenyin's expression, she must be very worried right now.

Judging from the scene.

I am no match for Uncle Wang at all, this is not what she wants to see.

someone will ask.

Aren't you quick, why wait for someone to beat you up.

The so-called fast does not mean that you must be a second man.

Before your opponent makes a move, you make a move ahead of time, and you are sure to hit a hit. It is indeed fast, but it is against an opponent whose strength is not as good as yours.If you face a person whose strength is on par with yours, this kind of quickness will easily reveal your flaws and be killed by others.

There is an idiom called last come first.

It's also fast.

The other party holds you down and beats you like a dead dog. You just need to protect him from fatal injuries. When he is completely tired, loose, and paralyzed, and thinks that you have no chance to resist, you backhand the knife and kill him directly. The opponent sent it down to play mahjong with Lord Yan, and it was also fast.

I am patient and waiting.

Endure the pain.

Waiting for a fatal opportunity.

Uncle Wang crushed my stick technique, but was shocked by my resistance.

He's been mad.

suddenly!

The two red sticks suddenly crossed!

Uncle Wang's stick pressed against mine.

This is the taboo of walking sticks.

Because the upper stick is strongly suppressed, it can flexibly attack the enemy's dead point, while the lower stick can only passively defend and retreat. This crossed stick posture is called "life and death stick" in the industry.

Uncle Wang is a stick.

I'm a dead stick.

Uncle Wang was overjoyed, his scarred face twisted sharply, he let out a loud shout, and the red stick hit my chest with a thunderbolt.

my chance.

coming!