Tian Yi frowned slightly, then turned around, looked up at his son, and said word by word: "What did you say?"

Every word he spits out, which brings huge pressure. Tian Manyun's heart stagnates, and a mouthful of blood rushes to his throat and seeps out of the corner of his mouth. He sighs in his heart and wipes it casually with his sleeves.

"My father, I said, from now on, I will no longer be a member of the Tian family, I will leave with my mother."

Bang!

Tian Yi slapped him.

Tian Manyun's face did not swollen at all, but was slightly red. In just a moment, his head roared continuously, and his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears gradually oozed out of his blood.

Obviously, Tian Yi's palm was full of strength, and his true energy penetrated his body, and with just one palm, Tian Manyun was seriously injured.

The butler standing outside was startled and rushed over to stop him: "Second Master!"

If this is a tragedy of father and son killing each other and father killing sons, the reputation of the Tian family will be completely destroyed.

The clever servant outside also hurried out to ask for help. The entire second house of the Tian family was in chaos. When the head of the Tian family arrived, he saw Tian Manyun slumping on the ground like gold paper, and his expression changed drastically: "Second brother, you are crazy!"

Tian Yi came to his senses, but he was stalking his neck and refused to admit his mistake: "This child is a disloyal and unfilial person. Even if I beat him to death on the spot, it is also necessary."

The head of the family couldn't believe it: "He is your son, his biological son!"

If a tiger is poisonous, it doesn’t even eat a child, let alone a human being?

Tian Yi sneered: "He didn't regard himself as my son!"

"you!"

The head of the Tian family had heard the whole story from the butler, and was furious and glared at his younger brother, "It's all so much that you don't say it, hurry up and say a few soft words to coax this child to teach him a lesson. You are simply... stupid!"

He simply didn't know what to say.

Compared to this eldest nephew, the head of the Tian family really values ​​his younger brother's concubine son more.

In fact, among the young people of the Tian family, Tian Manqing is the top one in terms of talent and talent. The Tian family is actually a bit unacceptable in recent years. If the next generation cannot grow up, it may be like those small families that have disappeared in the martial arts world and disappear in the world in more than ten years.

Perhaps one day the stories that became a topic in other people’s topics were written in the pile of old papers.

As the head of his family, he must prepare for the future and protect the most outstanding ones in his future generations.

But he is definitely not unwilling to respect Tian Manyun. Tian Manyun is a worldly fertile family. The bloodline of the Liao family is naturally the bond that maintains the relationship between Tian and Liao tribes.

What's more, even though Tian Manyun is not as good as Manqing, he is not that disobedient child!

The head of the Tian family was almost crying by his younger brother. This bastard was obviously holding a good deck, but he was playing it like this.

"The head of the family, the second wife and Mr. Liao are here."

The head of the Tian family suddenly raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't understand his thoughts at all. He didn't know how Gao would handle such matters to be appropriate.

But after just a moment, the head of the Tian family no longer struggled, and it was useless to be entangled.

The moment Mrs. Liao saw her son, her whole body tensed into a straight line, gently lifting her son up, and finally shed tears all over the ground.

Tian Manyun recovered and opened his eyes. His eyes were covered with blood, but a smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at his uncle and father: "My father said I am an unfilial son, so I will be an unfilial son."

He paused and sighed softly, "From now on, my surname is Liao, not Tian."

Tian Yi was furious: "You are a beast who is contrary to human ethics. If you want to leave, I want to see if you leave the Tian family and refuse to recognize your biological father, how can you gain a foothold in the world?"

Mrs. Liao's eyebrows were beating wildly, and she couldn't help but want to persuade her son.

Even if they are in the world, father and son, monarch and minister, superiority and inferiority, seniority and young, they are still rules that must be followed. Once they violate the rules, they will be criticized as evil, and then his son will be finished.

Mrs. Liao even thought of death for a moment. If she died, her son would not recognize her father for the sake of her father. Although there would still be people gossip, most people would understand that death is the most important thing, because some people think that she is not worthy of being a father, but she died in the end.

As her eyes fell on her son's eyes, she immediately put away those thoughts, absolutely not.

If you really do that, you will force this child into a dead end.

Furthermore, why should she die?

Mrs. Liao helped her son up: "Third brother, let's go."

Mr. Liao also went over and walked out with his sister, holding Tian Manyun and walking out. Tian Yi stared at his back and suddenly said, "If you don't recognize yourself as the Tian family, then you don't have to have the Tian family's marksmanship anymore."

Tian Manyun paused, and Tian Yi sneered repeatedly: "If you want to leave, you can give up the Tian family's spear and Cang Yungong, and then go by yourself. I will never stop him. From then on, I will only have one son, Manqing."

...

Yushan

By the Shuangfeng Lake in Quanjian Villa.

Several disciples sat on the ground.

"How did you do later? Did Mr. Tian sack his martial arts?"

Fan Xiangbei sighed and nodded softly: "At that time, Mrs. Liao was furious and said sternly, 'Tian Family Gun? Cang Yun Gong? What have you taught me since my son was born? Do you think I want him to practice the martial arts of your Tian Family? When he was young, I wanted to send him to Wudang and let him practice martial arts with my uncle. The uncle agreed, it was you, you said he was the Tian family and should have practiced Tian Family Gun. My son respected you, the father, and did not want you to be disappointed, so he refused me."

"'But when your Tian Manqing practices martial arts, you stare at Ao Jin and bones every day, give him a pack worth a thousand gold, the best medicine bath. In order for Tian Manqing to lay a good foundation, he specially asked him to become a disciple of Shaolin, become a lay disciple, learn from others' basic skills, and teach him the best Ziyang Sutra of the Tian family, but what about my son?"

"'He was only five years old and practiced Chixia spirit with the martial arts master of the Tian family. Who wouldn't know that this kind of stalking is the most harsh. He only dared to touch it after he became an adult. If I hadn't discovered it in time, my son's roots would have been ruined. That's it. I have been recuperating him for more than three years, but he still hasn't returned to his best condition."

Everyone was fascinated by the sound of hearing this. Sun Pingping rolled her eyes and looked at Fan Xiangbei's good singing and writing style, as if he had really seen that scene with his own eyes.

Although Fan Xiangbei did not see it with his own eyes, someone saw it, and that's the truth.

"Tian Jiaqi is an ordinary person taught by the martial arts master. He didn't even learn the essence. As for Cang Yun Gong, he really has to thank the head of the family. After the head of the family, my son can seriously learn the second-rate exercises that the children of the clan and even the servants can learn. Cang Yun Gong, what else do you say that my son is not qualified? The top exercises depend on his understanding. My son can't learn them. It's better to practice Cang Yun well. As long as he is not a fool or a fool, he can learn them."

Mrs. Liao sneered, "My son thinks that no matter what kind of martial arts it is, he will definitely learn it well as long as he is careful. As long as it is what you say, he will listen to it... What a stupid son!"

At that time, Tian Manyun looked at his father quietly for a while, and smiled bitterly, and slashed his dantian with one palm, which slaughtered his internal energy cultivation.

Fan Xiangbei frowned: "This child has a problem with his personality. I think the Liao family and the Tian family have similar forces. The two families have been watching each other for many years, and marriage is common. Even for the sake of the Liao family, the Tian family will not do too much. Why should he do this?"

If it were Fan Xiangbei and the others, they would ignore these things.

Sun Pingping raised her eyebrows gently: "I think this person is quite upright. As long as he is upright, everything else is a small problem, and there is no reason to be corrected."

Mrs. Liao was about to take her son to Yushan to settle down, and Tian Manyun was also going to worship Quanjian Villa.

Sun Pingping remembered that day, she was accompanying Mr. Yang to see a few disciples build a greenhouse. When she remembered this, she asked casually, asking Mr. Yang why he wanted to take a child from the Tian family into the Quanjian.

Yang Yuying smiled and asked back: "Why not? Tian Manyun fully meets the conditions for recruiting disciples. He has a good heart and a strong spirit."

"The Tian family has a close relationship with the Yongyi Army in the northern border. Their family once held military power. Even though the disciples are not developing in the army now, their connections are in their hands."

Yang Yuying whispered, "I have always wanted to do business with Yongyijun and also want to do marine trade. Tian Manyun was bleeding from the Tian family, and there was no harm in accepting him. Even if he couldn't control anything through him, just getting this child, we would have got an excellent disciple, and we were still the kind of person who had a good foundation."

When Sun Pingping heard this, she nodded silently.

Quan Jian and the Tian family are in Haizhou, and they are still peaceful now. First, Quan Jian is low-key, and second, the head of the Tian family is not very ambitious. However, the head of the Tian family is old and has no son yet, which is a major unstable factor.

She did not forget the most important side mission - the Quanjian power spread all over the world.

When they first played "Dream Jianghu" and sat by the water barbecue, Mr. Yang briefly talked about her "three-year plan".

Since that night, this task has always existed on the list of all players' quests.

It’s okay for Sun Pingping, but a player like Fan Xiangbei who has a slightly obsessive-compulsive disorder can’t complete this mission, which is so uncomfortable.

Now three years have passed, and the plan is being implemented little by little. However, the speed is indeed a bit lagging.

This is also impossible. At the beginning, everyone was ambitious, and the players were ready to rely on their own abilities to quickly occupy all the states and counties across the country, and completely scatter the players like seeds.

But when we really started to implement the plan, we realized that it was so difficult to do things in this world, and it was thorny and trapped everywhere.

All regions have their own forces, and those forces are quite xenophobic, not that you can do whatever you want.

When Quan Jian was able to gain a foothold in Yushan and quickly open up the situation in Yuxian County, he has to say that he has to thank the natural disasters and man-made disasters over the years, which made Yuxian people less than one in ten and became a remote place.

When Fan Xiangbei saw Sun Pingping's expression, he could roughly guess what the girl was thinking. He couldn't help but smile: "Now our Mr. Yang is moving faster and faster, Quanjian Villa is becoming more and more famous, and everyone's work has become much smoother. The brothers and others who are out of town have been very smooth in the past few days."

Just as he was talking, the younger disciple came over: "Mrs. Liao is here to register for his son, Tian Manyun is preparing to become a disciple of our Quanjian Villa!"

Fan Xiangbei sighed: "Then we should reason with this kid so that he can know what can be done and what cannot be done."

Tian Manyun is lying up on Yushan.

When he woke up from a semi-coma state, it was a big deal.

Tian Manyun opened his eyes, bursts of laughter and noise came from his ears. Someone was singing loudly - "The spring breeze crossed the mountains thousands of miles away, the flowers were flying, the soft red... In the dream of a young man, his liver and courage were like snow swords like crazy... A hundred years of thoughts revealed lightning, and the sword fell on the past, and it was another spring... "

The singing is strange, but it is low and beautiful.

Through the glazed window, a bright fireworks were blooming outside the window. He supported himself and opened the window, and saw his mother sitting with the one she had seen... Miss Yang.

Tian Manyun had heard some stories about Miss Yang from Mr. Fan and Miss Sun. Mr. Fan had a little teasing in his tone, but he could still hear that Ms. Yang had a very high status in Yushan Linzhuang. Although she was so young, everyone around and under Yushan respected her very much.

At this time, under the fireworks, his mother's eyebrows and eyes were as relaxed as rare in recent years.

Miss Yang didn't know what she said, but his mother suddenly burst into laughter!

Tian Manyun's anxiety these days was also melting away like snow under the most dazzling fireworks in this night.

After the Chinese New Year, Tian Manyun officially joined Quanjian Villa with his newly recruited disciples this year. He started to get up before dawn every morning to practice, eat, then take two martial arts classes, and then have two cultural classes, have lunch breaks at noon, and then continue to attend classes in the afternoon. He also has to participate in various activities in the evening.

Tian Manyun has never been as busy as he is now in his nearly twenty years of life. What he used to think about in the Tian family, is that he is stupid or is he really too talented, and now he has no time to think about it.

Every day he was over-full.

Sometimes a few gentlemen even go to a full martial arts show to compete for some extracurricular break, and the seniors do not take it seriously.

However, his progress is also visible to the naked eye.

He originally thought that he would never be able to practice martial arts in his life. After all, he was injured in his dantian. Even if he was cured in the future, he might not be able to learn advanced internal skills.

Tian Manyun was not without regrets, but at that moment, he felt that even if he lost his life, he would leave that home.

Although the price of abolishing martial arts is painful, he is willing to pay.

When he came to Quanjian, he explained that his Dantian was injured, but the owner of Quanjian's Manor Lin didn't care at all and smiled and said, "My body, which is five labors and seven injuries, is your small injury?"

Sure enough, he was not affected much. Since he began to learn the basic sword techniques of the Quan Jian, the Qingfeng Sword, the Huifeng Sword, and the Huifeng Body Skill, he felt his inner breath rolling, nourishing his body, and his daily exercises were more than ten days ago.

He was full of desire to talk about his feelings, but he couldn't tell him here, as if other brothers were like this. His practice speed was just ordinary compared to others.
Chapter completed!