"Stinky boy, don't sleep, this is not a girl's bed, wake up quickly, it's about to practice."

"Ouch......"

The half-grown boy sat up half-sitting, his face painful, his eyes still not open, and his hands tightly covering his buttocks.

"Third uncle, you're too dark, I'm your own nephew, can't you kick Jin Gou's ass?"

The middle-aged man beside the bed snorted coldly, raised his foot again, and the young man was excited, and the carp jumped up like a stiff one, and kicked several teenagers of the same age next to him.

"Ding Er, Ding Tian, Ding Zhen ......"

The man touched the beard on his chin and walked out of the tent with a smile.

It was the beginning of the sun, and the sun shone on some of the faces that were immature, resolute, or a little old.

"Second child of the Ding family, are you really a disciple of the Qingshuang Sect? Then why did it come to our Jiabai, damn that we are trappers, grandma doesn't love uncle and uncle, but I've heard that the people on the mountain join the army who are not monks who are with the army, and you kid took the initiative to come to this shitty place, if you didn't know that you were not Ding Jinchuan's nephew, I thought you were a big man who provoked a handsome account to come to us to avoid the limelight. ”

The young man was still holding his buttocks, looked left and right, and said to the middle-aged man with frosty sideburns next to him:

"I can't talk about the old king like this, let me tell you, I heard that Huang Sima over there not only likes women, but also likes the delicate little minister, you said that my appearance of the golden sign of Lechuan is not a sheep in the mouth of a tiger when I go there."

The old king smiled, but then he felt that something was wrong, and slapped the young man next to him on the shoulder.

"Xiao You, don't look at Uncle Wang is old now, when he was young, he was a first-class handsome young man in ten miles and eight towns, and he was doing everything up and down the mountain, and he would top a dozen Ding You when he planted the land, isn't it that his family is a little poor, otherwise the threshold of my family will be broken by the matchmaker."

Ding You looked disdainful, and he was a little farther away from the grinning old soldier who was full of big yellow teeth.

Threes, threes, twos and twos, the camp tents were scattered and scattered with armored soldiers, and it was only a stick of incense, and the martial arts arena was crowded with hundreds of people.

The man in iron clothes approached, the noise stopped, the soldiers consciously or unconsciously gathered into a line, the bearded man walked out of the iron armor, glared at the young man who was still smiling, the handsome young man turned his back to the door, and he didn't find anything wrong, but he just looked at the clan brother's eyes were wrong, he sighed in his heart, and coughed.

"Seventh brother, what did Grandpa say, the gentleman is cautious, not to mention that this is still a martial arts arena, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet......"

Feeling the air gradually depressed, the young man turned around, scratched his head and laughed: "Third uncle......"

The bearded man's face was solemn, but he didn't make any moves, he just glanced at Ding You with a straight face: "The army wants to call me Shi Chang, and besides, don't you see that Bai Chang has come, and you are still frolicking and making trouble, you and Lao Qi will give me thirty sets of stone punches after today's drill." ”

Ding You hurriedly claimed that it was, for fear that it would be his third uncle and his eldest Ding Jinchuan.

I don't blame him for his dog legs, it's really that he has eaten too many legs and feet of the third uncle in the past ten years, just take the family heirloom boxing method of piercing stone fist, it was still ten sets at first, and the young man originally had luck and fought for it, so there was an extra three in front of ten.

"If you don't practice today, you will be compared with everyone by Ben Baichang and the two tun chiefs."

After saying that, he pointed to the two people in front of the hundred.

"See, Lao Ding and Xiao Yang mongrels both have a bag of liquor on their waists, and whoever can dry them down will be the one who will be able to put them down."

"Did you hear it all!"

The voice of the iron coat resounded in the field dozens of zhang square, and it seemed full of neutrality, just like the man's burly and upright nine-foot body, which seemed to stand out among the Chu people.

Seeing that no one squeaked, Bai Chang was about to continue speaking, but he heard an inappropriate voice, he was a little surprised, and turned his head to look.

"I don't know!"

Bai Chang saw who it was, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he took a few steps forward, and said with a little playfulness:

"Do you want Ben Baichang to say it again?"

Ding You stood behind the third uncle Ding Jinchuan, and Bai Chang was only one person apart, and the young man Ding Ben was a little less interesting than the middle-aged man, one inch shorter than Ding Jinchuan, and compared with Bai Chang, it was more than half a head shorter.

Even so, the young man did not panic, and raised his head to meet the sharp gaze and said:

"Baichang, you said that you and the two tun chiefs want to compete with us, but you only said that you should ask the tun chief to fight us, but what if you beat Bai Chang down?"

The man laughed heroically, and snatched the wine bag from Ding Jinchuan's waist, and was about to pour the booze, but his old Ding was quick and fast, and blocked it with one arm, blocking the man's posture of falling up, and only letting the man drink half a sip.

"Old Yu, you have it, I really want to let your cow's mouth take a sip, I see that half of this wine is hanging."

The man in iron let out a fierce sigh, the smell of wine was not small, obviously it was not a lees of wine that was bought for a few tens of dollars.

"Sure enough, it's the best Chu Li, tsk, this is not much stronger than sweet wine!"

I don't know the name, the little old man who is only called Lao Wang among the ranks has a trembling nose, greedily breathing the smell of wine, you must know that alcohol is forbidden in the camp, although the soldiers often buy drinks in private, but that was more than ten years ago, once it is found these years, the light will be deducted from the money, and the heavy will be punished with a cane, the little old man is not very bold, he has not drunk alcohol for a while, let alone good wine.

"Lao Ding, you see that you are detaining and searching, your nephew is more kind of than you, and he has an appetite for me."

"Boy, listen up, if you win me in a fight, Lao Tzu will take you to Yuncheng to drink the strongest wine and the most handsome girl."

They are all capable men who can pancake on their buttocks, even Ding Jinchuan, who is quite calm, also smiles, and hundreds of people are even more laughing, gags are constant, and many young students are eager to try, as if they want to try two catties immediately.

Ding You smiled and said nothing, his eyes glanced at the thick fist cocoon on the back of Baichang's hand, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he raised the man's foreign kung fu even more.

"Master said that there are only one martial arts in the world, three or six or nine, and what he said is that it is not difficult to distinguish the categories of martial artists, such as Yu Baichang's physique and boxing foundation, combined with the identity of Baichang with heavy armor, I think I should have entered the grade."

"Alas......"

Ding You frowned, it turned out that a wrinkled hand was on his shoulder at some point.

"Do you really want to fight with Yu Zhu?"

"Lao Wang, don't worry, I will definitely give you a drink after I get the wine, but you have to have a bright eye, I can't guarantee that the urine is accurate."

The little old man wrapped his arms around the young man's neck, and he stretched out his legs next to Ding You's legs to put down this bastard who didn't know how to respect the elderly.

"You little Wang Ba, you still want to drink with your body, look at Lao Tzu, I'll let you drink a pot first."

Ding You laughed evilly, and didn't struggle, but just kicked his legs along his strength after the old king's hair was strong, and under the superposition of the two forces, the little old man's body that was a little thinner than the young man couldn't hold it, and the two fell to the ground together, but the old king's head was also miserable as Ding You's meat pad.

"Ouch!"

The two of them cried out in pain, and their cries were miserable.

"You little bastard, get up quickly, my old waist feeds!"

The boy rolled down, bared his teeth, and crouched down to bury the old man.

"Old Wangtou, you said that you usually don't practice in the ranks of bows and knives, and you don't eat less, but you don't grow a few taels of meat, but you kill me."

Ding Er saw the old man fall to the ground, and hurriedly subdued the old man and patted the dust on his body.

"They are all descendants of the Ding family, you look at the gap, you, as a brother, can't learn from Ding Er."

Ding You pretended to be sad, sighed and said: "What should I do, I don't seem to have a good amount of alcohol, I may not be able to drink the whole bag of spirits, and the rest might as well be fed to the dog in the room." ”

The old king walked forward quickly, his face changed to a heap of smiles, pulled Ding You up, and slapped the ashes on the young man's body a few times.

"Xiao You, how can a beast drink such a precious thing, as the saying goes, wine is grain essence, do you know how much grain it costs to brew a jar of Chuli, let me tell you, half a jar of millet, filtered four times before being put into the jar and cellared, it is almost worth more than that dog."

Ding You snorted at the old man, held his head high, coughed a few times, took his hands, walked with Wang Baqi's steps, did not look back, and waved his hand behind him.

"Old Wang, wait a moment and watch me fetch the wine."