Huang Xu was very well-behaved, seeing that his father-in-law was embarrassed, he hurriedly ran over and grabbed Zhao Zhang's hand: "Grandma! ”

"Xu'er, is it an aunt who bullied you?" Her desire for her grandson is no less than that of Zhao Meng.

The child didn't speak, biting his fingers, and the other hand was dangling his grandmother's hand.

"Xu'er, don't bother grandma." Zhao Yun guessed some clues: "Go play with your aunts, my father-in-law is talking about things." ”

Huang Xu hesitated a little, but instead of running to the aunts he just knew, he went to Xiyun's side.

Not to mention, this girl has a similar personality to Zhenji, starting from the other courtyard, Xu'er knew that her parents and aunt were going to stay there, so she was sticky with the drama, and her aunt couldn't stop screaming.

"Mother, this matter has to be considered in the long run." Zhao Yun's brows furrowed: "When the child and the two fathers-in-law discuss, when the round house should be let the father go, it is not appropriate for me to go." ”

"Hmph, anyway, you're big now, and your wings are stiff, and your mother's words go in one ear and one ear out." Zhao Zhang complained: "I won't come back for a few years." ”

Seeing that his mother was about to run away, Zhao Yun hurriedly changed the topic: "Mother, Brother Huzi is back, maybe he will come to visit you in a while, didn't you like him very much when you were a child?" ”

"Stinky tiger, take the bow you made that time and run, see if I don't clean him up." Zhao Zhangshi didn't take a breath, and lost his temper at Zhang He, who hadn't come yet: "It's rotten when I come back." ”

Is there such a thing? Zhao Yunzhen still remembers. Besides, don't expect a thirty-year-old person with a soul toddler body to be angry with a group of children, even if Zhang He is several years older and still a child.

"Is the tiger married?" Zhao Zhang's was just talking, and he immediately became concerned: "I was only eleven or twelve years old when I left." I can't find a good girl anymore. ”

"Mother, look at what you said." Zhao Yun couldn't cry or laugh: "Brother Huzi has several concubines, and he is not bad for women." ”

"Eh," Zhao Zhang's eyes lit up as he looked at the quiet drama on the side: "Why don't you give Yun'er to Huzi?" ”

"Mother, what do you say?" Zhao Yun said angrily: "People are still young. ”

"What's small?" Zhao Zhangshi said lightly: "I inquired, only a month younger than you, when my mother was at this age, she had already made a marriage with your father." ”

Fortunately, the mother and son kept whispering, and the children were noisy, and the others couldn't hear it without practicing the channeling technique.

Zhao Dingshi on the side was not a mouthy person at all, and his energy was focused on his three children, so he didn't pay much attention.

Zhao Yun is selfish, Zhang He and Xi Zhicai will be their subordinates in the future, and they don't want them to be too close.

Of course, it doesn't matter if one or two are related by marriage once in a while, and I won't promote it anyway.

Speaking of Zhang He, he came over soon, naturally he was beaten by Zhao Zhang's family, and the people who were all crowned were a little embarrassed on their faces, or Zhao Yun was not embarrassed to help on the side.

The two had lunch in the backyard, and Zhao Yun hugged Huang Xu and escaped as if flying.

"Zilong, why are you afraid of your aunt?" Zhang He was a little strange.

"You can't think of how I was tormented by all of what she said?" Zhao Yunzhi rolled his eyes: "When you were a child, your mother treated you like a son. ”

"Haha, my aunt didn't have you at that time, I called my mother." Zhang He smiled: "It's no different from seeing your own mother, anyway, you just keep preaching." ”

Although Zhang Shiping is a little younger than Zhao Meng, Yuanfang is several years earlier, and it is estimated that he will be married at the age of twelve or thirteen, otherwise it would be impossible for Zhang He to be eight or nine years older than Zhao Yun.

The men of the Zhao family were martial idiots when they were young, and they really didn't care much about marriage.

"Come on, go to my house." Zhang He flew on the horse: "Let you feel the power of my mother." ”

"Otherwise, go to my master first." Zhao Yun shook his head: "You haven't arrived at the fourth uncle's house yet, have you?" We'll be together later. ”

"Where's Grandpa Kun?" Zhang He's eyes were obviously a little afraid, when he was a child, he followed Zhao Jiaerlang and suffered a lot, and hesitated and said: "His old man's temper is not as hot as it was back then, right?" ”

"Grandpa Kun has been nursing for a long time, look at you are afraid of becoming like that." Zhao Yun gave another roll of his eyes: "His old man is not my master, there are other people, let's go, let's go and meet him and let him guide you." ”

The place where the master lives is more than 20 miles away from the Zhao family, and the mountain is nameless.

The hunters at the bottom of the mountain also did not know that the old man who lived halfway up the mountain was a martial arts master.

Gun prodigy Yuan Tong Baiming, this is a nickname made up for him by later generations.

This is a veteran of a hundred battles, but in the end, Hanting's continuous defeats on the frontier made him desperate.

Since then, Tong Yuan has retired from the military camp and traveled all over the world to find some children with good qualifications and teach him the art of killing.

In Zhending, in addition to Zhao Yun, there is also Xiahou Lan who is also learning art, but unfortunately the old man only accepts him as a registered disciple.

In Master's words, my disciple of Tong Yuan is only at this level, and he will be laughed off when he speaks out.

After three years of not seeing him, the old man's hair seemed to be grayer, and he was very happy to see his youngest apprentice.

For Zhang He, an outsider, he just glanced at it meaningfully and did not speak.

"Master, you are still in such good health." Zhao Yun knew that he didn't like red tape, so he kowtowed and stood up: "This is Zhang He and Zhang Junyi of my second uncle's family." ”

"When you met me, he had already gone to sea, arrived on another continent, and has not yet returned."

"What a heavy killing aura!" Tong Yuan nodded approvingly: "Don't say anything else, Tong'er, bring a gun!" ”

He took two servants with him, who he also picked up during his wanderings, with average qualifications and in their thirties.

One of the two is called Tong Zhi, the other is called Tong Hui, the two have not yet started a family, it is estimated that they want to repay the kindness of parenting, and wait for the old man to go down the mountain after a hundred years.

Zhao Yun nodded at them and took the spear that had followed him for three or four years.

The body of the gun is made of unknown solid wood, which is heavier than ordinary pure iron guns, and the thickness of a teacup.

The spear head was a pure steel spear head made by Zhao Yun himself to find the blacksmith of the Zhao family, which shone in the sun.

He rubbed it slightly, feeling the gun cheering.

"Master, I'm offended!" Zhao Yun shouted, and the gun was like a whirlwind, stabbing out in an instant.

"Huh? There is progress! Tong Yuan held the gun in his hand, did not block, just moved lightly.

As Zhao Yun continued to take out the gun and collect the gun, in the third time, the old man could no longer dodge sideways, so he had to quickly block with the gun, and the two gun heads almost collided together.

I saw that the two guns each stabbed at the opponent, and the two quickly jumped away.

The two sides came and went, and gradually played a real fire. Tong Yuan is no longer confined to blocking, and from time to time he also gives his apprentice a cold drink.

Zhang He next to him was engrossed, and his eyes were watching without blinking.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, no matter who it was, it seemed that he couldn't take it several times.

Originally, Zhang He was still very proud, with his guidance skills, and he had been fighting in large and small tribes for many years, but at this moment, he felt that those people were not at the same level at all.

As the saying goes, when an opponent meets a good talent, only by playing with a master can he continue to improve.

For a while, Zhang He was stupid.