Qingwen poured the wine from the wine gourd little by little on the wound of the middle-aged man.

The man lying on the furoshiki still didn't move, maybe he had already fainted for a long time.

However, according to the people in the distance, eighty percent of this man is a masochist.

Xue Pan and Baoyu didn't bother to ask Qingwen about this move at all, only Wei Xiaobao paid attention to it, walked over, and found that it was an unconscious person, and then walked away with interest.

Like pickled pickles, Qingwen finished sprinkling wine on the wound and sprinkled a handful of salt.

The man was greasy and crooked, and only then did he snort a few times, but he still never woke up.

Qingwen took a few straw mats, covered the man indiscriminately, and then went back to her straw shed to rest.

She didn't even light a candle, so she fell asleep in her clothes, and it seemed that she was really tired from the end of the day.

The brothers took advantage of the wine to dance the sonorous war dance of South Vietnam.

If you trace the roots of dance, this dance is really quite exquisite.

In that year, when the Great Zhou Dynasty was prosperous, he conquered South Vietnam and defeated South Vietnam without a fight. King Zhou was overjoyed, not only rewarded the soldiers with official promotion, but also specially compiled the sonorous war dance of South Vietnam according to the rock murals of South Vietnam.

First, it was to destroy the spirit of the South Vietnamese slaves who had fallen to the country and humiliate their people with their pleasure; second, it was to commend the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty and to dance the South Vietnamese war dance to reflect the mighty and boundless land of the Great Zhou.

Now, it has been almost a hundred years since the Battle of South Vietnam, and Xue Pan and Baoyu and other Great Zhou disciples still do not forget the exploits of their ancestors in the struggle for hegemony, and they jumped up and jumped with the interest of wine.

In the depths of the dense forest at night, there are several grass huts that are not close to each other, and a bonfire is rising in the central clearing surrounded by several grass huts.

The drums are beating, the steps of the feet are chopping the ground, and the figures of the campfires are rushing and killing in a fighting posture......

This is a night of morale, this is a night of group training, and this is a rare and leisurely night in the face of hard training.

In the days that followed, they were well aware that they would face new challenges to adapt to the entrance examination of the Confucius Academy in Beijing in August, as well as the big wedding night operation codenamed "Zhongfa Bai" arranged by Princess Ringing.

......

In the morning, Qingwen got up to fetch water.

As she passed by the stream, she picked some mugwort.

When the fragrant mugwort porridge was cooked on the bonfire, the lovers of the South Vietnamese War Dance last night came out of their straw huts, some of them carried water to wash their faces, some stretched their muscles, and some cleared their throats......

The silent early morning was broken by the young group training disciples.

Xue Pan put down the big bowl, and didn't care whether others had finished eating, and began to blow the assembly whistle.

Three or five are formed, six or seven are in a group, and seven or eight are tied...... After a while, twelve boys appeared, and of course, Qingwen was among them, in the name of the little scholar.

"Let's go—" Xue Pan commanded.

All they could hear was the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground, and the twelve boys set out to run down the hill, and then climb with their bare hands at the cliff of the hill to return to the hill.

This...... However, the members of the group training must take the morning homework at this stage.

For such a difficult task, each member has no second words. Even Wei Xiaobao, who has always been cheating and tricky, and can deal with the past, did not mutter.

The overall atmosphere was high-spirited, and the goal was clear......

Everyone in the middle of it seemed to be inexplicably excited by the rapid formation of a powerful fighting organization among the twelve, and more willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the overall goal.

It's a fighting collective.

Qingwen followed everyone's pace at the back of the team, she knew that with her endurance she would not fall behind, and playing in the back battle would be conducive to the integrity of the formation.

All said: "The basket is all in the end", Qingwen still wants to be responsible at the end of the team and help the whole training group to finish the end.

In this way, a team rushing down shuttled between streams and mountain streams, and the laughter and casualness at the beginning were replaced by the heavy panting of everyone's "whirring".

The continuous, long-term running between the ditches and the bumps quickly consumed the physical strength of the players.

At first, the group of people who ran too fast clearly began to fall in the middle, or behind. Some of those who were originally in the middle have become the front of the running group. Personnel are chasing each other, and rankings are constantly changing.

Gradually, the senior "hunter" Mingyan ran ahead.

Baoyu bit Mingyan's heel and followed closely without relaxing, and he was desperately san lang's posture. It seems that he is going to become a rebel of his own class completely, he does everything himself, and he is getting closer and closer to the toiling masses and the low-level soldiers.

Xue Pan made a bold move, and he also ran ahead, and he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years so far, and this training was really nothing to him.

Since responding to Princess Bell's call to gather here, Xue Pan's change is the greatest. From a do-it-all-encompassing, do-it-evil disciple, a bully, has now become a hero who is respected and obeyed by the members of the group training, not only has he always been the first place in the big tripod competition, but he has also made the first place in various sports, martial arts, and competitive exercises.

This invisibly seemed to touch a certain nerve that he had never been used, so that he became full of positive and unworthy energy, a certain elite consciousness, similar to the spirit of serving the country and dying, crawled out of the tomb of Xue Pan's ancestors, and found him, insisting that he inherit the will of his ancestors, be a hero, and be a ghost.

Xue Pan issued the order of "one, two, one", and immediately, the team, which had already begun to be a little sluggish and lax, readjusted its formation in an instant, and once again moved forward as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.

Wei Xiaobao didn't have any moths to come out of at this time, the main reason was that he could only mix with his sisters, sisters and aunts in the Oriole Pavilion at a sky-high price, so there were very few people who could come into contact with the male manhood and fatherly majesty, and he had been eager to get rid of the lingering sissy in a man's pile since he was a child. Isn't this a place where a lot of good men are going to fight tough battles?

Xiaobao is always secretly happy, he can be regarded as finding the right place, and he can be considered to be able to be well influenced by some masculinity......

Therefore, Wei Xiaobao was completely in a state of happiness and forgetfulness, and he was willing to suffer from this fatigue.

Qingwen followed behind the running team, very pleased, happy for her excellent little master, Baoyu.

From the guilt and compassion for the toiling masses in his heart, an independent and tenacious belief in self-transformation was born, and Baoyu has always adhered to this.

"There is a big difference between people and people, it seems that the same running action, but everyone's starting point can be different. ”

Qingwen thought so.