Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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Early in the morning.

Meng Mansion, martial arts training ground.

Meng Qingshe, who was swung with a big knife and made a clattering sound, was like a snake. Only the sound of the bell on the big knife was heard, and the figures were confused.

Meng Shaoxia looked at his father who was performing hard on the field and lowered his head silently.

Looking at my brother-in-law and father-in-law who were looking very seriously around me, I always felt a strange atmosphere.

A few years ago, he wouldn't have been able to beat his father.

But in my father-in-law's house, I was abused every day, abused every day, abused every day...

Watching his father dance with the knife now is like watching a slow-motion replay, with many flaws.

He should be able to beat dad now.

Meng Shaoxia was a little excited. After a while, hehe!

Jiang Feng watched Uncle Meng's sword practice carefully and felt that the Meng family deserved to be a family of military generals. They could wield such a big sword with ease and with a rainbow of momentum.

This feeling should be fine in the martial arts training field. Once on the battlefield, Uncle Meng's sword can lead the army to charge, invincible and unstoppable. This is a sword suitable for the battlefield.

Uncle Meng is a natural-born general, the kind who leads troops to charge.

In comparison, he is slightly lacking in this aspect.

Jiang Changtian watched his in-laws dance the sword seriously. The dance was very beautiful, but it was not suitable for him. He didn't like this kind of open and close, he liked something more gentle.

Some warm-up.

Meng Qingshe just wanted to train her son. Seeing that he had gained a lot of weight, he must have been wasted a lot in the past few years. Considering that he gave birth to two fat grandsons, he should be beaten a little lighter.

Meng Qingshe told her son to get out.

Meng Shaoxia looked back at her father-in-law, then at her uncle, and sighed a little.

"Dad, if you lose later, don't say I don't give you face."

"You kid, your skills haven't improved yet. You will only improve if you brag. Don't cry for a while."

Meng Qingshe took a big knife and slashed at it.

Meng Shaoxia was used to being brutally tortured at his father-in-law's house. He couldn't even beat his mother-in-law. After finally returning home, it was time to stand up and take charge.

He nimbly dodged and took out a big knife.

His knife was very simple, without any fancy bells, and was even a bit dull and black.

It was his father-in-law who used the meteorite from the backyard to hit him with the knife.

This road has not been well used yet.

But he cherishes it.

This iron is different, very heavy.

The size of this knife is smaller than before, but the weight is three times heavier.

Meng Shaoxia waved a few times before slowly regaining his feeling.

His father, Meng Qingshe, waited for his son for a while.

I can see that he has grown a little bit. When he was young, he used to like to use swords and be fancy.

Now I use a knife instead. Although it is not good to change the weapon midway, but seeing that my son is very good at wielding the knife, it is obviously more suitable.

However, this sword is a little small and lacks momentum. Meng Qingshe is not tall, but he likes big weapons and is not tall enough to use them.

After waiting for his son to warm up for a while, Meng Qingshe started to really exert his strength with the big knife.

If you are not a martial arts practitioner, you will first freeze when you see that big sword coming towards you. You will not know how to resist or dodge. Because you are locked by the force of the sword, it will be like a high-speed train coming towards you. You will definitely not know what to do. In fact, you should run, but this scene is too cruel, as if the high-speed train has hit your forehead, and your mind will feel that you can't run away at all. Your body will be unable to move after receiving the instructions from your brain, and you can't run at all.

The bells on the handle of the knife are not purely decorative, but have a confusing effect when wielding the knife. Along with the sound of the knife breaking through the air, the intensive ringing of the bells, jingling, jingling, jingling, is disturbing. It also makes it difficult to concentrate.

A slow shot on the battlefield means death.

Meng Shaoxia got used to the meteorite sword in his hand.

This knife is full of my father-in-law's love.

Originally, he thought only Mian Mian had it, but he didn't expect him to have it too.

Jiang Changtian: Of course, the leftover materials that are used up by my daughter cannot be wasted.

Meng Shaoxia raised his sword to block his father's green dragon sword.

"Keng!"

Sparks fly.

Meng Qingshe did not hold back this sword.

Meng Shaoxia did not take this blow lightly.

Meng Qingshe's face turned red. In the past, she could easily suppress her son with a big knife, and then took the opportunity to educate her. Son, you need to practice more, blah blah blah...

I have memorized the words he taught for three years, and I know them by heart.

Seeing that my son had gained weight, I reviewed it several times overnight, determined to train my son well and build his muscles back up.

Unexpectedly, my son caught it.

Caught his sword.

His Qinglong Sword couldn't hold it down anymore.

My son not only gained weight but also gained strength?

It's impossible. Looking at the fat son's fuzzy expression, how come his strength has increased so much.

I can't push it any further.

Meng Qingshe drew back the knife and slashed again!

"Bang!"

Still blocked.

cut!

"Keng!"

cut!

"boom!"

cut!

"Bang!"

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Jiang Changtian and Jiang Feng watched from the side of the martial arts training ground, and then a little girl appeared beside them.

When Mianmian got up, she learned that her father and the others were doing morning exercises with Uncle Meng, so she came over for a walk.

Then I saw Uncle Meng and his brother-in-law going back and forth.

Fighting is boring!

The warrior in her mind has all kinds of changing moves, which are dazzling. You come and go, swing your sword, the corners of your clothes fly up, fly over the walls and so on.

As a result, in the actual competition, I cut, I cut, I cut, cut, cut!

It feels a bit like grandma cutting down a tree.

And the brother-in-law just made one move, I block, I block, I block, block!

An unpretentious 100% take on the knife.

Because the angle is different, the sound is different, but the visibility is very poor.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Changtian both looked at it seriously.

The more Jiang Changtian saw his father-in-law's moves, the more he felt that this man was too upright and could easily suffer losses.

Jiang Feng was studying hard without saying a word. His sister came with a head in his hand and he continued to study.

Meng Qingshe was panting and unbelievable.

A normal person would be hacked to death by him in just three stabs.

My son still had energy left after receiving ten sword blows.

He was already panting from exhaustion.

The son was still standing there with a rosy complexion and a fair face.

Is he old? Not useful? impossible!

A few years ago, this kid was beaten all over the floor and his teeth were knocked out. He was also punished by his father.

Why is it so fierce now?

"What did you eat? You didn't take Xiaoyao Powder, did you?" Meng Qingshe said with a solemn expression.

He has seen people who take Xiaoyao Powder suddenly become stronger and infinitely stronger. An ordinary person suddenly becomes brave and invincible, fearless of life and death. However, once he becomes addicted to the powder, he must continue to take it from now on. If you do not take the powder afterwards, you will become crazy and confused, and in severe cases, you may even self-mutilate. Your body will weaken rapidly. In more serious cases, your body will rot and you will become incontinent.

"Dad, that thing is so expensive, I can't afford it. All my food and drinks these past few years have been my father-in-law's. Where can I get the money?" Meng Shaoxia complained.

His father is quite interesting, he even thought of Xiaoyaosan.

Meng Qingshe's face turned red when she heard her son complain, "Nonsense, didn't I give you pocket money?" I sent you a lot of money.

"Dad, if you can't beat me, just admit defeat. Don't say anything else." Meng Shaoxia finally felt that he could stand up. After being beaten every day in his father-in-law's house for so many years, he finally felt proud one day. It was worth it. It was worth it.

Jiang Mianmian looked at her brother-in-law as if he was seeking death.

Much like his usual self.

Sure enough, when Meng Shaoxia was arrogant, his father suddenly pulled out a whip and trapped him. He used a big knife to spank his butt several times.

Jiang Mianmian: ...can’t bear to look at it.

No matter how old you are, your dad is still your dad.

Meng Shaoxia's face turned red, "Dad, you actually cheated on me in the martial arts training field and even used binding props."

Meng Qingshe was also a little embarrassed. Who knew that her son, whom he hadn't seen for several years, would be so strong? It was amazing.

But the father still wants to beat his son.

This is also a benefit of having a son.

I couldn't bear to fight when I gave birth to a daughter.

Jiang Feng here was delighted to see the sword, so he borrowed Uncle Meng's Qinglong sword and started practicing in the martial arts field.

He still used the three basic moves he knew at that time.

In fact, because I have practiced it so many times, it has become engraved in my bones and blood.

He took the big knife and waved it smoothly.

Meng Qingshe, on the other hand, snatched the knife from his son's hand. Just after the fight, he discovered that his son's knife was weird. Ordinary weapons could not withstand a few blows from his Qinglong knife. After ten blows, the knife became brighter and brighter. , not only did it not break, but it also made his hand hurt every time it shook.

When he took his son's knife into his hand, he felt his hand heavy.

Grass!

The mediocre knife in his son's hand was actually heavier than his Qinglong sword.

My son's strength is definitely more than twice as strong as before. No wonder it didn't hurt when he was hit just now. He pretended to shout a few words and didn't lose his mind at all. The hit was still gentle.

"Where did you get this knife?"

"My father gave it to me." Meng Shaoxia looked at Jiang Changtian and said.

If Meng Qingshe heard her son calling someone else's father on a normal day, she would definitely be very upset.

But now, holding this heavy and ordinary sword in his hand, he looked at Jiang Changtian eagerly and wanted to call him daddy...

Jiang Changtian was slightly embarrassed.

It’s also a bit gratifying.

Xiao Meng is a good boy.

"This is specially made for Shaoxia. It is made of meteorite iron. Because there was not enough time, it was not sharpened. However, the blacksmith said that if you use this knife for daily use, it will become sharper and smoother with more use. There is no need to deliberately sharpen it." Jiang Changtian explained.

Meng Qinglong groped up and down for the broadsword. The cold touch and dark skin made it truly a precious sword.

No wonder the brat is so happy that he doesn't even go home. He's also quite fat. His in-laws are so kind to him, and they are willing to give him such a treasure.

The in-laws were so sincere that they gave this meteorite to their son-in-law, a rare piece that could only be found in a hundred years.

Meng Qingshe became more enthusiastic about her in-laws, thinking that she must take good care of him, and he would personally accompany him to the court the day after tomorrow.

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