"It's still early, uncle, you must be tired after standing all night, let's go and rest for a while, it's really not good, I'll go to Jinyang tomorrow!"

Obviously, Dong Huang cares about Dong Zhuo very much and doesn't want his uncle to be tired in the slightest.

"Yes, General Dong, you better rest for a while, you are a general, if you are tired, then my sin will be great!"

Find the old man to persuade him the same, for him, Xiang Dong Zhuo is a big official who can live in his dilapidated cottage is already flourishing and lucky, not to mention that this General Dong seems to be a good official, of course he can't snub such a character.

"Don't worry, a certain family is fine, isn't it just standing all night, this is all trivial things, with the body of a certain family, let alone one night, it is no problem to sleep for three days and three nights!" Perhaps it was to relieve the worries and confusion in his heart, Dong Zhuo was in a good mood at this time, while speaking, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed his chest twice, making a thumping sound, and then looked at Dong Huang and the old man with a smile, as if he was showing his iron-clad body.

This is not Dong Zhuo's boasting nonsense, when Leng Zhuo was in the special forces in his previous life, he had special training subjects, so that the soldiers could carry out various training in an extremely harsh environment without sleep, and constantly challenge their own limits, in the hope that the soldiers could keep a fresh mind when they were exhausted from hunger and cold for a long time, and train the physical fitness and mental will to be able to turn danger into disaster under such extreme conditions.

And Leng Zhuo is one of the best, he can rely on his strong physical fitness in such extremely harsh conditions, he can run around the mountains or cities for three days without sleep, and continue to fight the enemy.

In this life, today's Dong Zhuo combines Leng Zhuo's strong mental willpower with Dong Zhuo's strong physical fitness and strong force, coupled with Dong Zhuo's two years of hard work since his rebirth, now Dong Zhuo can at least stand guard without sleep for five days and five nights, and still have the strength to fight with Huaxiong.

"Okay, don't say it anymore, the plan of the day lies in the morning, the morning sun is rising, the purple air is coming from the east, how can such a beautiful time, how can you waste it in your sleep, and a certain family will take advantage of this good day to practice martial arts!"

Seeing that Dong Huang and the others wanted to persuade again, Dong Zhuo directly waved his hand and decisively stopped the two.

Dong Huang was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to persuade him, he knew Dong Zhuo's temper, and almost no one could change what Dong Zhuo decided, probably even his beautiful princess aunt might not be able to let his uncle change his mind.

Dong Huang didn't know how to persuade Dong Zhuo, how could Old Man Zhao dare to say more, he was a little common man, how could he dare to take care of the affairs of other generals, didn't he know how to estimate his own catties, sighed twice, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Dong Zhuo.

With a faint rooster crowing in the distance, Dongfang also immediately revealed the white of the fish's belly.

And Dong Zhuo, who was originally standing in the courtyard, no longer paid attention to Dong Huang beside him, and directly began to practice martial arts, taking a step sideways with his right foot, steady steps, clenching his hands into perfection, refreshing his luck, a punch was swung out, hitting the air, and there was a dull sound like thunder.

Such an astonishing vision, Dong Huang, who had not yet left, was stunned.

In Dong Huang's memory, it was probably from two years ago when his uncle was ineffective in recruiting Zhang Jiao and was dismissed by the imperial court and escorted back to Luoyang to ask for guilt, his uncle began to change, just like a different person, he changed the habit of getting up only three poles a day, not only smelling the chicken dancing every day, but also getting up after the rooster crows and starting to practice martial arts; And he began to read books at night, from historical books such as "Spring and Autumn", "Warring States Policy", and "Historical Records" to the essentials of the art of war such as "The Art of War", "Wei Xuanzi", and "Liutao", and even Confucian classics such as "The Book of Songs", "Mencius" and "Analects".

Dong Huang thought several times that it was not his uncle, but Dong Zhuo always exuded the familiar atmosphere of his uncle between his gestures, which made Dong Huang have to believe that it was his most beloved uncle Dong Zhuo.

"Uncle, what's going on, you're a martial artist?" Dong Huang was shocked, interrupted Dong Zhuo tremblingly, and asked softly.

"Dacheng? What are you kidding, the world's martial arts are a journey, with a long history, endless, ordinary people, etc., can not spy on a dime and a half of it for life, even if they are martial arts wizards, they can only see the tip of the iceberg, who dares to say that their martial arts are successful? ”

Hearing this, Dong Zhuo stood up straight, turned to look at Dong Huang, his face was solemn, and he reprimanded in a deep voice, "At your current level, you have learned some subtle tricks, and you haven't even learned the fur, so you don't work hard and practice martial arts diligently!" ”

Seeing Dong Zhuo turn his firepower to himself, Dong Huang scolded from the stomach, okay, people just care about you, why are you still pulling on others, this is just lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot.

In this regard, Dong Huang could only smile bitterly, bowed to Dong Zhuo, and said, "Yes, what my uncle taught me is that the child remembers." ”

"Come here, since you don't go back to sleep, let someone teach you some martial arts!" Dong Zhuo beckoned and called Dong Huang over.

Dong Huang's eyes lit up, and he was immediately overjoyed.

In the past two years, Dong Huang has been under a lot of pressure, he wants to guard his uncle, and at the same time, he also wants to make contributions and make a name for his uncle. But there are more and more young talents around Dong Zhuo, from Gao Shun to Zhang Xiu, and then to the demon-like little Ma Chao, these guys are younger than him, but their martial arts are stronger than him, and they all feel blushing when they say it. As for Dong Zhuo Group, his martial arts can't even rank in the top ten, and it would be good to be in the top 20, which made Dong Huang very sad.

Although Dong Huang has been practicing martial arts in the past two years, he wants to catch up with the footsteps of those demons. But he has been cared for by his family since he was a child, and he has been loved by thousands of people, so he naturally neglects to practice martial arts, and only has some flower shelves with embroidered pillows, and if he wants to catch up with Gao Shun, they have to make greater efforts than these people, which is not an overnight effort.

What's more, when Dong Huang practiced martial arts diligently, Gao Shun, Zhang Xiu, Ma Chao and others did not relax, and even put in no less effort than Dong Huang, because their competition was more intense, and no one wanted to be surpassed by their subordinates, so their martial arts were constantly improving.

And every time he gets Dong Zhuo's guidance, he can always make great progress.

"If I don't instruct you on marksmanship today, don't go to get a gun, a certain family will teach you some martial arts essentials today!"

Dong Zhuo stopped Dong Huang, who was about to get his spear, and said solemnly: "A certain family will tell you these martial arts essence first, you should remember it!" ”

When Dong Huang heard this, he quickly gathered his mind and wanted to carefully write down every word Dong Zhuo said.

Dong Zhuo saw that Dong Huang was ready, and suddenly spoke.

"To the void, extremely; Stay quiet, tuk. ”

"All things work together, and I look at it."

"There are many things, and each one returns to his roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, and silence is said to be overcome. The fate is said to be normal, and the knowledge is often clear. I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain. Knowing the constant appearance, tolerance is the whole, the whole is the king, the king is the sky, the sky is the way, the road is long, and the body is immortal. ”