Ximen Qing travels through the battle against Bai Fumei

Song Lang returned home, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his father, Lao Songtou, enjoying the shade in the yard.

Although the old Song Tou is over 60 years old, he is thin and thin, and he may not even be able to measure his flesh. He looks wretched, but he is the richest man in the village.Moreover, his skills are extremely high, even some real masters nearby have a high opinion of this unattractive old Song Tou, even looking at the whole Qingshan Town, this old Song Tou is quite famous.Don't think that Song Lang can go up the mountain to fight tigers, but if he really starts to fight, I'm afraid he won't be able to do ten tricks in the hands of old Song.

Song Lang was very curious about how old Songtou practiced such kung fu, so he asked him, but the old man said coquettishly: "I practiced on the bed!"

But this old Song head would brag to Song Lang as soon as he drank too much, saying that he was a love saint, and that the whole Qingshan Town couldn't hide the beautiful women he had played with.

And whenever the old Song head brags that he is an invincible love saint who is loved by everyone, flowers bloom when cars see cars, and cars have flat tires, Song Lang quietly looks at the wretched appearance of his father, that skinny little Body, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Why are you coming home so late today?" Old Song Tou noticed Song Lang's return and asked lazily after glancing at him.

Song Lang went up to the mountain to fight tigers. He gave the lesson, but usually Song Lang would return home at six or seven o'clock.But it's almost nine o'clock now, and Song Lang has just returned home. If Song Lang hadn't come back at this moment, old man Song would think that this kid was eaten by a hungry tiger on the mountain.

"Hey, that hungry tiger chased him too fiercely, so it's better to come back late." Song Lang said with a smile, there was no wave on his face, and it was impossible to tell that he was lying.

How shrewd is Old Song, Song Lang was taught by him alone. Although this kid often has some amazing actions, which surprised him, even shocked him, but no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't beat a skilled hunter.

Seeing the old Song's nose sniffing the air fiercely, he looked at Song Lang with a smirk on his face, and said wretchedly: "You have a feminine look on you, did you go to peek at the widow taking a bath again?" ?”

"No." Song Lang didn't change his face, but he was thinking in his heart why Dad's nose is so strong that he can smell the femininity on me? !

"Who are you lying to?!" Old Song Tou yelled suddenly, raised his finger and pointed at Song Lang's nose and cursed: "You brat, I taught you all your skills, how dare you lie to me?"

"I don't remember what I said to you?" Old Song Lang's face was a little ferocious, as if he was angry.

"Dad, don't be angry. I remember what you said. I didn't mess with women. Why are you angry?" Seeing that his father seemed angry, Song Lang hurriedly said.

"Of course I know that you didn't dare to sleep with a woman, or I will castrate you." Old Song gave Song Lang a hard look.

"Uh, Dad, why don't you want me to touch women?" Song Lang asked, and said in a very puzzled way: "You didn't let me touch women, but you taught me kung fu and how to grasp women's psychology. How to get women into bed!"

"When you should know, you will naturally know." Old Song Tou said lightly, and said: "Before then, be honest, watch what's in your crotch, and keep your childish body!"

"..."

Song Lang gave Old Song Tou a weird look, and seeing Old Song Tou's wretched appearance and thin body, he suddenly had a creepy feeling.

When Song Lang was still a baby, he was picked up from the mountains by the old Song Tou, who treated him more dearly than his own son.Since he was three years old, he began to teach him kung fu, brewing medicine himself every day, applying it on Song Lang's body, to exercise his muscles and bones, and make him stronger.

For more than ten years, Song Lang has learned too much from the old Songtou, and the old Songtou is like a bottomless cesspit, no matter how you dig out, there is nothing in it .

Song Lang didn't want to use cesspit to describe his father, but what old Songtou taught him was too unsightly, too wretched, too obscene!

In addition to kung fu, there are other secret tricks, all of which are the means of some vulgar people.Even Song Lang had forgotten what skills he knew, because he had learned too many things under the guidance of old Song Tou.

But what I learned the most was the means of dealing with women, such as eighteen pictures of the erotic palace, 36 styles of courting women, and the happy trio. Song Lang has been instilling these knowledge since Song Lang was six years old.Song Lang is a man of two lifetimes, and his strong learning ability makes old Song head both happy and shocked, especially those tricks in the house against women. Head music blossomed.