Skinny horses, deserts, sunsets, wolf sounds. Exhausted, Dingxi lay in the desert, not wanting to blink his eyes, and gradually sleepiness hit, and he fell asleep.

He had a very strange dream in which he was taken away by an old man with a white beard, who said nothing to him but gave him a sip of water, after which he fell completely unconscious.

When he woke up the next day, he found himself lying in a thatched hut, which was very simple, but it was not easy in the desert.

Dingxi stood up and looked around and found that there was nothing in the room. He thought, isn't he in the desert? Why is he here?

Suddenly, there was a sound of chopping wood outside, and he hurriedly ran out to take a look, and found that it was a white-bearded old man, and this old man seemed to have seen it somewhere, and where had he seen it? He really couldn't remember it for a while.

The old man seemed to have found him, stopped what he was doing, turned to look at him and smiled, "Woke up?"

"Where am I?"

Dingxi asked.

"In the desert!"

The old man walked over and looked Dingxi up and down, showing a surprised expression.

"The boy is amazed to see your bones, you don't look like an ordinary child!"

Dingxi was amused by the old man's words, he is not a child of an ordinary family, who is? He is a sheep herding baby, where is the bone surprise, but then again, this body is not his, maybe it is the body bone surprise?

"Grandpa, where is this?"

"Didn't I say it? This is the desert. ”

"But don't you have a name?"

Dingxi felt that the old man was teasing him, this was a desert, couldn't he see it?

"Young man, this desert is a desert, what name do you want? If you really want a name, you can call it yourself!"

The old man grabbed Dingxi's wrist and wanted him to chop wood, but Dingxi was suddenly bounced into the house.

He leaned against the table, his whole body trembling, and there seemed to be a great power surging in his body, although he couldn't say what it was, but it felt strange.

He tried to clench his fists, but they kept shaking, and he couldn't control them.

"What's the matter, me, how did I learn to beat people like this?"

Dingxi stood up and smashed his fist at the table, the table was smashed instantly, and after the table shattered to the ground, the mysterious power in him disappeared.

The old man seemed to remember the internal force used when chopping wood just now, and the internal force in his body did not completely subside when he grabbed Dingxi just now, which caused the pulse in Dingxi's body to be disturbed by the inside.

"Young man, you are really the pride of the sky! Ordinary people are crippled by the old man like this, not only are you not crippled, but you also show amazing strength!"

Although the old man showed surprise on his face, Chunqiu didn't think so, this old man was so good at kung fu, he didn't know if it was an enemy or a friend, and it was really scary to have such an unfathomable person around him.

"What's your name?"

Only then did the old man remember the name of Wen Dingxi.

"Lei Dingxi!"

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

After Dingxi answered, he also asked the old man's name.

"Wanyan Shouqing, who is known as the first finger of the desert, you can call me old man Qing!"

"You are the first finger of the desert?"

Dingxi showed a smile of joy and surprise, this turned out to be true, there is really this person in the world!

"Young senior, dare to ask why you are living in seclusion here?"

Dingxi was a little excited, he walked out and looked at Yan Shouqing, still muttering in his heart, what kind of shit luck did he pick up, and he could meet the young seniors here.

"Isn't it good here? There is no quarrel with the world in this desert, how good!"

The young senior smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Dingxi wanted to say that he was not hungry, but immediately his stomach began to "gurgle".

Hearing Dingxi, who was hungry, the old man smiled, came over and said, "You chop that firewood, and we will have food!"

"Really?"

Dingxi hadn't eaten last night, he was hungry for a long time, and now no matter what the young seniors say, he will do it.

"Go chop wood, call me when you're done!"

After saying that, the old man walked back to the thatched hut.

Chunqiu looked at the pile of firewood on the ground, although he was reluctant, but for the sake of food, he still walked over and raised the axe to split.

When the firewood was stacked, Dingxi wiped the sweat on his face, threw the axe aside, picked up the firewood and walked into the thatched house.

"Young senior, the firewood is chopped, and now you can cook!"

Dingxi looked at the young old man who was lying on the bed and had fallen asleep and said.

"Let's move over, serve the rice in the pot yourself!"

The young elder sat up and looked at Dingxi and said.

Looking at the wood he chopped, I was happy all of a sudden.

"Young man, are you really split?"

"Young senior, didn't you let me split it?"

"I asked you to split it, but you can also choose not to split it!"

"If you don't split, can you have food?"

Only then did Dingxi realize that he had been fooled, and lowered his head and muttered.

"Let's go eat, I have something important to discuss with you after eating!"

The young man sat cross-legged on the bed, lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

Dingxi can think of his grandfather when he smells dry tobacco, he also likes to smoke dry tobacco, and he doesn't know what there is to smoke about dry tobacco.

He moved the firewood into the kitchen, only to find that there were only two steamed potatoes in the pot and a mouthful of gruel underneath.

"That's too little, isn't it?"

Dingxi wolfed down the potatoes, picked up a spoon and scooped it in the pot for a long time before scooping up a mouthful of porridge.

After Dingxi came out, the old man's dry tobacco was also smoked, but he saw that one of his fingers seemed to be gone, and he deliberately avoided it.

"Full?"

The young elder raised his head and asked.

"Eat—full!"

Dingxi said helplessly.

"Do you look like you're full-fed? ”

The old man jumped out of bed, walked up to Dingxi, looked into his eyes and said, "My food here is only enough for one person, of course I won't starve myself." But since you've come to me, how can I let you starve to death?"

Dingxi didn't plan to live with him for a long time, and he wouldn't let me starve to death?

Although Dingxi has a lot of stories about the first finger of the desert, his status in his heart is even lower than that of the desert condor. But looking at it today, this is nothing more than that.

"Young senior, I—"

"Don't say it, I know what you want to say, and since you want to stay so much, then I can only reluctantly accept you. However, I have one condition, which is that you must learn my kung fu and go out every day to catch hares and pheasants!"

As soon as the young senior's words were finished, Dingxi wanted to refuse, but when he heard that he wanted to learn his kung fu, he hesitated.

"It is said that the kung fu of the first finger of this desert can be said to be second only to the desert condor in the desert, and it is worthy of learning kung fu from him!"

Dingxi thought about it for a while, but decided to wait until he learned kung fu before escaping.

"Young seniors, thank you for taking me in, I won't live here for nothing. When you teach me kung fu, I'll go out and catch hares and pheasants!"

As soon as Dingxi finished speaking, the young seniors grabbed Dingxi's arm and ran out.

"Dingxi, let me tell you, my grain can only feed us for a month, and in a month, you will go out to catch game!"

There were still many questions in Dingxi that were kicked out before they had time to ask for advice.

"Dingxi, a person who practices martial arts, must endure the pain that others can't bear, so that he can endure hardships and become a master! So the first thing is that you first run fifty laps in the desert shirtless!"

"What? fifty laps?"

Dingxi was dumbfounded when he heard it, he thought that the young seniors must be crazy. Now the temperature is more than 40 degrees, and the temperature of the sand is also 50 or 60 degrees.

"Young senior, are you wrong, fifty laps?"

The young senior patted Dingxi's shoulder and said: "I believe that I will be able to do it, if you still can't hold on to it when you run to the forty-ninth lap, I will help you!"

The young old man hated that the sun was too hot, so he went to a boulder and lay down in the shade.

Dingxi glanced at the young and old seniors lying in the shade and began to run in the desert.

The weather was too hot, and the scorching sun didn't give Dingxi a little face, and frantically scorched Dingxi's body. Soon his face and body turned black and red. He could hear the sound of his back being exposed to the sun and the burning sensation of his cheeks causing him pain.

The sand under his feet scalded the soles of his feet with a few blisters, but he still had to run, he had to persevere, he couldn't be knocked down by the desert, let alone the old seniors.

Although Wanyan Shouqing closed his eyes, Dingxi ran a few laps and he knew it in his heart, so he slowly fell asleep.

"Thirty-fifth lap!"

When Dingxi ran to the thirty-fifth lap, she couldn't run anymore, so she fell headlong in the desert, although the sand scorched her body, but he really couldn't care so much.

Wanyan Shouqing felt that he had stopped, so he sat up and looked at Dingxi lying in the sand.

"Lei Dingxi, if you don't run, these 30 laps will be in vain. Learning kung fu is a small thing, but not having a full stomach is a big thing!"

After Dingxi heard the words of the young senior, he opened his eyes, and the scorching sun was overhead, so that he couldn't open his eyes. His throat was dry like swallowing sand, and he felt like he had been stabbed in the throat with a musket, and the heat tore at his throat and pressed his body to death in the desert.

"No, I have to get up, even if I die, I can't be looked down upon by the young seniors!"

He ran as hard as he could, roared and started running.

......

"Xiao Ge, dad is wrong, Xiao Ge, you can eat!"

Lan Da Ge called Xiao Ge distressed at the door of Xiao Ge's room, she hadn't eaten since she came back.

"Miss, you can eat some, miss, miss......"

Xi'er also begged bitterly with the food, but Xiaoge still didn't come out of the room.

"Xiao Ge, Dad is wrong, Dad won't dare anymore in the future, Dad will definitely listen to you in the future, Dad won't object to anything you want!"

As soon as Lan Dage's words fell, Xiao Ge Jiu opened the door and came out.

"Do you mean what you say?"

Little Ge asked coquettishly.

"Count, count!"

Landa Godou was about to cry, and said with teary eyes.

"Well, you don't care what I do from now on!"

After Xiao Ge finished speaking, he ran out.

"Miss, Miss!"

"Why don't you go with me, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Oh, oh!"

Xi'er put the food in Lan Dage's hand and ran to follow.

"Take care of Miss!"

Lan Dage sighed helplessly, thinking to himself, it's really a big girl, and sooner or later she will have to run!