Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

Congrats Captain America!After being forced to be bald, once again achieved the great achievement of "I gave birth to myself"!

Steve swallowed hard his bitter tears, and said helplessly, "Bucky, Peggy is already married."

Before Bucky showed the expression of "forgive her of course", he quickly explained: "I am not married, and I have been frozen for more than 20 years like you, and was only recently dug out from under the ice of the North Pole by Chen. Same with us."

No, we are different.

Bucky touched the stubble protruding from his chin. At the moment when he accidentally touched his double chin, he calmly withdrew his arm and looked thoughtfully at his young friend.

Steve, who has full-level face-reading skills, swears that he can definitely see the puzzlement and accusation written in those gray-green cat eyes: "As an old popsicle, how do you get younger as you freeze?"

Steve's eyes drifted subconsciously for a second, and finally he was defeated by Little Tony's big caramel-colored eyes full of excitement, and said carefully: "This is... a very special accident, I will explain it to you later. listen."

Bucky subconsciously glanced at little Tony: "?"

The boy unconsciously puffed out his chest. With his soft brown curly hair on his head, his immature face was full of seriousness, and he said solemnly: "This is your communication time, considerate fans know how to Do."

After finishing speaking, he nervously pulled off the crumpled bow tie at the neckline, stood on his toes, summoned up the courage to hug Baki's arm, and said, "I'll go find my dad."

After speaking, little Tony raised his head, looked proud and awkward, and ran out with a rattling sound.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve: "Howard's son? He seems to like me more, which is really rare."

Steve looked at him with a sad face, feeling that he had been picked halfway. He really didn't want to tell Bucky who made the corgi toni you are enjoying now.

We are also Howard's little friends, why is little Tony like a vigilant hedgehog when facing him?

The little hedgehog Tony happily ran to the mage's embrace, completely unaware of the mental activity of the idol eating a lemon.

At this moment, the three-buried mage is in SHIELD, and together with Howard, he is trying to use the Great Compassion Curse to find out the undercover Hydra.

The heroic Peggy took the lead and assembled a large group of S.H.I.E.L.D. members. They lined up neatly in the S.H.I.E.L.D. lobby, and a group of five waited for the mage to call.

And San Zan was holding a Zen stick and a big horse golden knife sitting on a soft chair in the small black room, and said: "Our brothers, let's settle the accounts, the Sa family and the two apprentices have to eat too, right? Consecration and Feng Shui are considered a good idea, This undercover agent has to pay the bill."

"Master, don't worry, the Stark family has plenty of money."

Howard half-hidden in the darkness, slowly lowered the brim of his hat, and the glass lens flashed coldly in the shadows, and said slowly: "The problems that money can solve are not problems."

The handsome rich man with a moustache let out a murderous rich man's voice: "An undercover agent pays $[-]. I want to see who revealed the news that Steve is still alive!"

How many zeros is one hundred thousand dollars!

How much silver can one hundred thousand dollars exchange for!

Sajia is about to reach the pinnacle of his life. How many monks in this world can earn [-] US dollars for one appearance?

I'm a buddha, Sajia is going to Shaolin Temple to be the host, and the five social insurances and one gold are not deducted without such a high salary!

With tears in his eyes, the poor mage succumbed to Stark's money offensive: not to mention being an undercover agent, even if he wanted to kill Hydra with his family, it would be fine!

Howard pressed the call button: "The first group."

Peggy gestured, and five S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with blank faces walked into the small black room, with very serious expressions on their faces, they snapped to attention, and said, "Follow the commander's instructions!"

Howard put on earplugs: "Master, let's start!"

San Zan was gearing up, and cleared his throat full of fighting spirit, and the improved version of the Great Compassion Five Rings Mantra came out——

"Ah~ Bodhisattva, you have more hair than Sajia! Ah~ Bodhisattva, you have fewer lotus flowers than Buddha. Finally, one day, you will lose all your hair~ lose all your hair! What! What! What to do!"

The mage was deeply involved, and the deep and majestic voice accompanied by the Bodhisattva in white clothes and the holy light filled everyone's minds, making the agents mesmerized: "..."

When the singing ended, Howard took off his earplugs, looked at the weeping agents, and said, "Say something."

The agent struggled with a look on his face, switching repeatedly between serene and ferocious, and finally said as if sleepwalking: "I, I am guilty. I betrayed the organization three years ago and secretly took the pen used by Captain America home for collection...I have committed a heinous crime! "

Agent [-] ran away with his head in his arms, broke down and shouted: "I am the one who is guilty. I pretended to have a crush on my chief, and went to his house every day to eat and drink... But in fact, I just want to fuck his cat!"

Agent Two cried: "But he proposed to me yesterday..."

"What are you guys, I'm the real scum!"

Agent Chui cried bitterly, unable to restrain himself: "I'm guilty! I deserve to die! I shouldn't have cheated. It's all because Agent Wu insisted on dragging me to that kind of place. If I didn't go to that cat yesterday, I definitely wouldn't go in there." Fuck that English short, I'm sorry for my cat, I failed it, I'm a scumbag!"

The agent choked and choked: "I'm guilty too. I was so tired the night before yesterday that I went to bed directly, which made my cat hungry all night. I'm not a thing, I'm sorry for it!"

"I, I'm guilty too! I'm sorry for the organization!"

The agent cried out five wow, it sounded very sad, and said very sadly: "I don't even have a cat!"

Howard: "...Peggy, next group."

After going through seven groups like this, only one undercover Hydra was found, but the mage sang dryly, completely brainwashed by his own song of the five rings, and everyone looked like a Bodhisattva.

Howard was also brainwashed by the cat slaves of S.H.I.E.L.D., so he suggested, "Master, take a break?"

If this continues, he doubts that the next Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. after the handover will take the lead in sucking cats. If S.H.I.E.L.D. falls, will the days when the United States be conquered by cats be far behind?

Could it be that aliens are coming and rely on cats to save the world?

Of course, if he had watched Captain Marvel, he wouldn't think so, because the orange cat can really save the world.

San Zan picked up the teapot, poured black tea in two or three gulps, the corners of his mouth twitched: "No, it won't work if this continues."

He glanced left and right, and said, "Bring a tape recorder to Sa's family! Put a pen and paper, and authorize the Great Compassion Mantra to you!"

After leaving the recording in this way, Sanbu left the treasured Howard and returned to Stark's old house alone.

He bumped into the enthusiastic little Tony head-on.

"Master Three Burial, Master Three Burial! Are you back?"

With a leap of faith, little Tony jumped to the mage who was teasing little white dragon, and said, "What are you learning today?"

This young workaholic has delayed the new research for two full days after Steve arrived. At this moment, the two old popsicles had a long talk, and little Tony knew how to retreat and advance. Brushed a wave of favorability.

Star chasing is tiring, he doesn't have to bother chasing girls, usually the little lolis will bow down to his overalls, vying to be his next little girlfriend.

But in the face of magical magic, his research can be put on hold.

Little Tony looked at Sanbu with bright eyes.

The mage was physically and mentally exhausted, but little Tony's baby fat and milk voice successfully healed his broken heart.

Facing little Tony's big eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Sanbuan had a loving face, and the radiance of paternal tenderness shone in his eyes: "How is the golden bell jar that taught you yesterday?"

Little Tony was very spiritual, and immediately took a horse stance with accurate posture, and said "Ha!" with full momentum.

Accompanied by the sound of breathing, the swimming golden light condensed into the shape of a clock, the surface of which was carved with sun, moon, stars, and Bodhisattvas from all directions, firmly covering little Tony inside.

The three burials knocked with their fingers, and the pale golden sound waves slowly swayed, and the sound of the bell turned into the sound of Buddha, and there was a distant "dang".

Little Tony "huh heh heh" played a set of Wing Chun in the clock, and his white and tender skin was plated with a layer of light gold.

The dragon girl couldn't take her eyes off her eyes. When little Tony demonstrated the iron cloth shirt, she subconsciously tore off the hem of the three-burial monk's robe: "This little benefactor...is very talented in martial arts!"

"That's right, that's right, the Sa family never thought that before they left, they would be able to find such a talented seedling!"

Sanbu nodded again and again, and was also overjoyed. Although I don’t know where Tony has such an outstanding talent, it is obviously a good thing. The little guy has a little prestige of the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple after he first practiced the golden bell jar. It will become a great tool, and it is by no means empty talk to build a body of copper skin and iron bones!

With a body of steel, he can be considered Iron Man, no difference!

The little Tony over there finished a set of punches vigorously, and didn't even bother to wipe off the sweat on the tip of his nose, so he hurriedly stopped his efforts and stood up, waiting for the praise of the three-buried mage.

"Not bad, not bad, worthy of being a disciple of the Sa family!"

The mage Lao Huai was greatly relieved: "Today, Sajia will teach you another set of clothes with eighteen drops! Matching the iron cloth shirt covered with gold bells is the unique skill of Shaolin Temple for physical training. You have no merits and virtues, and you can't learn the magic of the immortal family. However, Shaolin A monk who sweeps the ground once ascended to Taoism with martial arts, and this is the path he took! You have confidence!"

Little Tony's eyes lit up, and he pursed his lips quite proudly: "I'm no worse than anyone else, I'm a genius."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and said hesitantly: "Master Sanbu, if I keep practicing this kind of kung fu in the future, will I become like you?"

With delicate features, strong backs and strong waists, rolling on the mountain of knives and taking a bath in the oil pan, it seems that he has the style of "slaying the dragon sword and giving it away by clicking on it", just like Nezha in a hundred thousand cold jokes.

Little Tony was a little worried: If my handsome face is matched with such a figure, then, can I still look at it?

San Zan didn't know anything about little Tony's mental activities, and answered very happily: "Of course not! How can it be so easy."

Before little Tony could breathe a sigh of relief, the mage added the next sentence mercilessly: "The Sajia is where you are, and when your golden bell cover is completed, you will not only have a body full of masculine charm like the Sajia, but you will also be able to wear it all over your body." Plated with a layer of golden color, like a brass cast!"

He laughed loudly and said, "This is the Eighteen Bronze Men!"

Little Tony looked at him in shock: "..."

Ten or eighteen bronze figures?

No, don't!Master I do not learn!

Stop studying!