As the sun set, in the courtyard behind the blacksmith's shop, three people sat on a stone table, with a few very unrefined side dishes and a pot of wine in front of them.

Chen Qinggang poured a bowl of wine depressedly, "How many days are you going to stay?"

"Three days. Li Jiangnan sat silently, not drinking or eating.

"Three days, will it be too much?" Wen Dao couldn't help but ask.

Li Jiangnan sighed in his heart, "I found you a boxer who is hard to find in the world to practice, and you still think it takes too long?"

Before Wen Dao could speak, Chen Qinggang pursed his lips impatiently and continued, "What are you going to do if you stay here?"

Li Jiangnan said slowly, "Mr. Chen's boxing skills are excellent, so I want to bother Mr. Chen to accompany my little brother to make moves." ”

Chen Qinggang threw a peanut into his mouth and glanced at Wen Dao disdainfully, "Just him, let me feed him, aren't you afraid of beating him to death?"

Wen Dao poured himself a bowl of wine, picked it up and drank it all, but as soon as he ate it, he noticed that something was wrong, it was very different from the rice wine he had drunk in the town before.

This is a real burning knife, the smell is strong, like a knife killing, and people with an average amount of alcohol can sleep all night after drinking a sip.

But Wen Dao usually has a good amount of wine, a bowl of burning knives in his stomach, but his face is slightly red, not only is he not afraid, but his eyes also reveal a little excitement, "What a strong wine!"

Chen Qinggang glanced at him with interest, "If you can't bear it, don't hold it hard." ”

"Come again. Wen Dao poured himself another bowl, and lightly touched the wine bowl in Chen Qinggang's hand to drink another glass.

Li Jiangnan silently poured himself a glass of water.

Wine is less than a thousand glasses of confidants.

Maybe the two people who didn't like each other will rely on this wine to become friends.

"I can't imagine that you are so young, you are a massive, since I moved to this place, I can only drink the rice wine that tastes faint from the birds. Later, I really couldn't help it, so I made wine for myself, and in the future, how do you say that I burn the knife, how do you brew?" Chen Qinggang had already drunk five bowls of the burnt knife, but he was only slightly drunk.

Wen Dao's face was already flushed, he put down the wine bowl, shook his head, and said, "Wine is not good." It's too rough. ”

Chen Qinggang didn't laugh angrily, and nodded again and again, "How can it not be rough when you wield the hammer and take it to make wine." ”

Wen Dao took another sip and waved his hand, "Although the wine is rough, the temperament in the wine is there." Drinking knows its master, Mr. Chen, you can afford the word god of war. In the wine, it is pride!"

Chen Qinggang laughed loudly, "Hahahaha...... Sure enough, the rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes, the young people are old, and there are new young people. ”

Wen Dao raised the wine bowl to Lang Yue in the air, his eyes were already a little confused, and he smiled, "No!"

Chen Qinggang was slightly stunned, and Li Jiangnan still smiled slightly.

"A real boy is never old!" Wen Dao raised his hand and drank the wine in the bowl.

Li Jiangnan suddenly said, "I'm almost drunk today." ”

After Fang Cai Wendao's words were finished, Chen Qinggang's eyes were slightly dim, and he nodded, "It's okay." ”

Wen Dao was on the rise, so he naturally didn't agree, "No, no, come again! The wine game has just begun, how can the guests be dispersed! Master Bingshen, let's make a fist!"

"You don't have to draw boxing, you don't have to practice boxing. Li Jiangnan said with a smile.

Chen Qinggang frowned slightly, "You seem to have come prepared." ”

Li Jiangnan was noncommittal, just looked at Wen Dao, "How about it? You use the newly practiced embroidered cross sword to fight against a pair of war god masters." ”

"Take it. Li Jiangnan casually found a sword and threw it to Wen Dao.

"Wang Baquan?" Wen Dao stood up, took the sword, and staggered to the center of the courtyard, holding the sword in his hand and shaking it blindly a few times.

"Embroidered cross sword?" Chen Qinggang sneered and stood up, "What kind of swordsmanship can you practice?"

Wen Dao raised his sword and waved, the confusion in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he jumped and slashed down with a sword. The embroidered cross sword was only one in an instant.

"Get out!" Chen Qinggang threw a punch and slammed it into the sword.

As a result, Wen Dao flew out with his sword, leaving a long mark on the ground by the fist.

Wen Dao slammed into the wall and nearly fainted.

Only one punch. but it is like opening the heavens, like splitting the earth. Unreasonable, leave no room. Wen Dao's mind went blank.

Chen Qinggang spat on the ground, turned his head to look at Li Jiangnan, and found that she was still smiling, he couldn't help but taunt, "Sister Nan's apprentice, when did you become so poor? ”

Li Jiangnan glanced at Wen Dao, who fell there, and said quietly, "It's not over yet." ”

Chen Qinggang turned his head, only to see Wen Dao hit the ground with his sword at this time, and actually stood up again, he understood the power of the punch he had just made, although he didn't kill him, but it was absolutely no problem for ordinary King Kong Realm to stand up.

Wen Dao straightened up and stretched, the bones on his body crackled, he burped and muttered, "Sure enough, I knew that Sister Nan was a liar, what embroidered cross sword was useless at all." No matter what, you still have to use the martial arts you are doing, and it is useless to practice that sword-breaking technique!"

"Since it's a martial art you're doing, then naturally you have to use the flute!" Wen Daoyi threw away the long sword in his hand and took out the flute from his waist. The momentum of the whole person changed again.

"I'll use this trick to let the master of the god of war see what a young man is!" Wen Dao suddenly jumped up, and the flute in his hand was like a swimming dragon, pulling out a ray of moonlight, piercing the long wind of the dark night, and approaching Chen Qinggang.

"You Dragon Duel, Sister Nan's apprentice can actually play Dragon Duel?" Chen Qinggang's eyes revealed a bit of curiosity.

In the blink of an eye, the flute had stopped.

"Get out!" Chen Qinggang threw another punch.

Wen Dao flew out again, and the young man all crashed back into the wall.

Only this time, I tilted my head and fainted completely.

The so-called boxer is unreasonable and leaves no room for error.

Chen Qinggang spat heavily on the ground, "Young man?"

......

The moon stars are scarce, and Wen Dao, who was beaten into a puddle of mud, has fallen asleep in the house.

Li Jiangnan sat outside the house alone, looking at the night sky, as if thinking about something.

"You haven't changed at all. Chen Qinggang, the god of soldiers, had already fallen asleep in the house, but he couldn't sleep for a long time, so he remembered to smoke a bag of cigarettes, but as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Li Jiangnan sitting under the moon in a daze.

Li Jiangnan smiled, "Can't Chen Bingshen sleep too?"

"Don't call me Chen Bingshen, in this place, I'm a blacksmith. Chen Qinggang sat on the steps, lit the cigarette pouch, put it to his mouth and inhaled hard.

Li Jiangnan glanced in the direction of the side room, then smiled slightly and asked, "What does Chen Bingshen think of my disciple?"