Wujiacun, I Lead the Old Man to Rule, the Era of High Martial Arts

Wujiacun, pretending to be a slap in the face, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, urban superpowers. In the world of high martial arts, Qi and blood are respected. Wu Tian, ​​who was born with a weak pulse, was bullied by the martial arts chief. The whole school looked down upon him and suspended him from school until he died. When I returned to the rental house, there was a letter on the table from eighteen years ago: "Your grandfather's name is Wu Dao, and he is buried in the mountain behind Wujia Village." He took a bus into the mountains and woke up halfway. He was the only one left in the bus. The driver disappeared. At two o'clock in the morning, he saw Wujiacun in the barren mountains. There is no light in the whole village, and there are only old people behind the windows. He found Grandpa. Grandpa is not dead, he is playing cards with three old men. Grandpa's master is not dead either. His eyebrows are bald and his cheeks are drooping, and he says: "The left pulse is disabled and it is difficult to practice. First, fill up the water tank at my door." Qi and blood are respected? What Wujiacun teaches is something older than Qi and blood. Infuriated. That night, he saw with his own eyes an old man splitting the thunderclouds in the back mountain with one hand. And he was the first person to enter Wujia Village in eighteen years. Tags: high martial arts, good-for-nothing counterattack, hidden inheritance, slap-in-the-face cool article