I saw that the person who came was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, about seven feet tall, with a big belly and a round waist, full of fat but not greasy, a standard big fat boy.

Although the little fat man is huge, but the soles of his feet are as steady as Mount Tai, running step by step, every step of the run shakes the dust on the official road, provokes the pedestrians on the official road to cover their noses and pay attention, and greet his female family members cordially.

"Brother Chun, Brother Chun, it's terrible, something is wrong...... the fat man saw the two from a distance, and immediately shouted, waving his hand to wipe off the sweat or oil on his forehead, while speeding up and running towards the two.

Looking at the little fat man who was getting closer and closer, the old Taoist priest looked at himself, then at Li Junwen, looked at Li Junwen suspiciously, and asked, "Your name is Brother Chun?" ”

"Nickname, nickname......" Li Junwen stroked his forehead with his palm and explained embarrassedly.

This matter has to start with Li Junwen's out-of-tune convenient father. Li Yanbiao, who has no culture, plans to give his children the nickname of spring, summer, autumn and winter in order to save trouble, so as to prove that he is bearing fruit all year round, but he has worked hard for half his life, only spring and summer, no autumn and winter, so there are only Li Junwen and his brothers, Brother Chun and Brother Xia.

Li Junwen, whose soul comes from the later generations, is indeed a little crying and laughing when he hears this nickname at first glance, as long as someone calls him Brother Chun, Li Junwen will have the classic image of the later generations in his mind, and then dig under himself, after making sure that he is still a man, he will oppose this nickname with righteous words.

But every time the opposition was invalid, in exchange for a burst of the father on his head. Later, he found out that there is no such thing as Brother Chun in this world, and it is natural for everyone to call him Brother Chun, and there is no meaning of ridicule and irony. Over time, he became immune to this name, but occasionally when he heard someone call him Brother Chun, he would still be shocked and feel uncomfortable.

"Agui, what's going on, look at the bear you ran on?" Li Junwen diverted the topic.

The person who came was named Wang Gui, and he was one of the few friends of Li Junwen before he was struck by lightning.

In life, there are always a few hardcores who have carried guns and prostitutes together. Wang Gui's father is Li Yanbiao's hardcore, one of the few old brothers who came to Fangzhou with Li Yanbiao. The elder brother followed Li Yanbiao to Fangzhou, and settled down in Fangzhou, and his wife and children also followed, including Li Junwen's other friends who also came from the same way. As the saying goes, Lao Tzu is a hero, Li Yanbiao is the leader of the older generation, and a group of half-grown children formed a small group with Li Junwen as the leader.

"Spring ...... Brother Chun, you ...... Your Daddy...... Your dad said...... There are nobles...... Coming...... Come to your house and let me ...... Let's have a few brothers...... Come out and call you home, I'll ...... I searched for half the city...... Just...... I listened to Ding Er, who was guarding the door...... Say you're out of the city......" Wang Xiaopang gasped for a long time before he finished speaking.

"Noble? What nobleman? Why did you call me home when you came to the nobles? ”

"I don't know......"

"So what are you waiting for! Let's go! Li Junwen didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he ran away, and rushed to the city quickly, after more than half a month, he already knew Li Yanbiao's temper. It's too late to go back, Li Yanbiao must have to chase him all over the city to do aerobic exercise, it's so direct, without the slightest precaution or the slightest concern.

Without running two steps, Li Junwen turned back and said to the old Taoist priest who was still in a daze behind him: "Daoist, I'm in a hurry, do you think you are going into the city to find a place to live and wait for me to find you......

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" The old Taoist priest typed a magic number, shook off the dust, thrust it into the back of his neck, and then said very seriously:

"All the guys who eat in Poor Dao are on you, of course they are following you, and Poor Dao has no silver and no place to live! Don't worry, our legs and feet are not slower than yours, and we won't delay you! Walking ......" without a little shamelessness when he spoke.

The old Taoist priest stuffed the pheasant in his hand into Li Junwen's hand, and lifted it on the backs of Li Junwen and Wang Gui with both hands.

Li Junwen was surprised and delighted. What is surprising is that the martial arts of this old Taoist priest once again refreshed his cognition, which is really unfathomable and immeasurable. With two guys, you can still have wind under your feet, isn't this the so-called light gong lifting longitudinal technique?

The good thing is that he Li Junwen actually picked up a treasure with a few chickens by the river, and abandoned it like a shoe at first, although it is a rice bucket, but such a high combat effectiveness can offset this defect. If you have the chance, you must worship this old man as a teacher. Thinking of this, Li Junwen looked at Wang Gui, this kid is worse than him, his face is green, it is estimated that he has never encountered such a strange thing as being carried and running so fast, and he is blindfolded......

This strange combination just ran on the official road, and kicked up a burst of dust, causing passers-by to scold their mothers again......

When passing by the city gate, the big soldier guarding the gate looked at an object that was full of dust from far and near, and the shape seemed to be a running man. When he got to the front, he was about to scold the other party and check his identity, only to find that it seemed to be a shabby old man, and the soldier was still carrying a big fat boy in his left and right hands, and he flashed in front of his eyes with a "whew", and the wind blew his Fan Yang hat crooked, and a few chicken feathers covered his eyes...... He ripped off the chicken feathers, spat on it, rubbed his eyes, there was no one in front of him, did he see what the hell?

Compared to the fact that he might have let a few people enter the city because he didn't check it, Ding Er would rather believe that he had seen a ghost. He cautiously looked at the castle tower, fortunately, the head official was not there, and his partner not far away was also napping with a spear, so he quickly turned around, resumed his serious expression, and scolded the next passer-by who was about to enter the city: "Ah, who is coming?" What are you doing here? ”……