At the junction of Qin and Wei.

I saw a group of people climbing the hillside, and wiped their faces from time to time and sweating.

The leaders were two young men. Each of them held a long spear in their hands, and their appearance was unique. The leaders only held their own rainy pear gun, with their tiger eyes looking bright, eight feet long, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and their hair stood behind their heads. They were sparsely naked, with a cloth on their foreheads, wearing black clothes, stepping on the mountain road, taking the lead in walking forward.

"Brother! Wait for us." A young man behind, who was as light as a swallow, and his arms were like a monkey, was also holding a spear in his hand, but his footwork was much faster. His body looked much thinner than the man in front, but his size was comparable to that of a person in front. He looked taller than the man, and his face was pale, making him look like a little white face.

The man in front looked back at the young man, shook his head helplessly and said, "Erlang, hurry up!"

"I said, brother, why are you doing so anxious? My father wants you to have a rest. I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!" The one named Erlang said with a smile.

"Uh..." When the man saw that all his thoughts were seen through, he couldn't help scratching his head, looking extremely embarrassed!

There was a middle-aged man behind him who looked very majestic. Some white silk gradually appeared on his hair, and a smile in his eyes stretched out his hand and greeted: "Yanping, don't act too quickly. Come back quickly, don't be so anxious."

"Yes, brother! Sit down and take a rest!" A young man next to him handed it to his father with a kettle in his hand. His smile seemed very kind, his face was as white as jade, and a trace of scholarly aura flashed on his face, but there was also a sense of firmness between his eyebrows. This person was more like a green bamboo, quiet but firm.

"Hey... I'll come now!" The man shouted and came down, looking at the few people with a hint of humility flashed in his eyes.

Among the people in this group were Yang Jiye and his son. One child was born with a red peach-like face, wearing a hat, wearing a small black dress, showing his sweet smile and looking at Yang Jiye: "Grandpa ate pears!"

"Ah...oh...Oh...Okay..." Yang Jiye smiled, reached out and held the child in his arms, his eyes full of smiles, "Okay... Come and hug grandpa!"

"Father, why are we here? Why don't we go directly to Shangdang to join our eighth brother!" Yang Yanzhao, the sixth son who handed it to Yang Jiye, said in confusion.

Yang Jiye looked at his most satisfied son and looked at Yang Wenguang in his arms. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Of course I'm looking for a good master for our little Wenguang!"

"Father, our Yang family's gun is the only one in the world, so why should we learn other people's gun skills? In my opinion, it's better to bring him over here by yourself. It's a good deal to teach us by our uncles and uncles in turn!" Yang Yansi, behind Yang Yanzhao, looked dissatisfied. His martial arts are the most outstanding among the brothers, so naturally he thinks that others are not as good as his Yang family's gun skills.

Yang Jiye waved his hand helplessly and said, "I did this because I thought it through. When I arrived in Chang'an, if you eight of you can participate in an imperial examination, you will definitely be able to show your power and will be scattered to different places at that time. In this way, no one will teach you the public. Chang'an is also a prosperous place, rotting people's muscles and bones. After a long time, this kid will be ruined if he is careless!"

"But my father doesn't have to wait for Wen Guang to come here!" Yang Yanhui walked up, holding a golden spear in his hand. The chrysanthemum was a bit similar to Yang Jiye.

Yang Jiye Miao glanced at Yang Wenguang in his arms and said helplessly: "Although my Yang family's shooting skills are powerful, they are mostly killing skills, lack agility, and there are many shortcomings. Tong Yuan's shooting skills are unparalleled. If the two are combined, they can make up for their shortcomings and make them more diligent!"

"Father has great expectations for the literary and television industry!" Yang Yanding smiled.

"Is it the same uncle? Look, uncle is anxious!" Yang Wenguang interrupted his mouth inappropriately, which made everyone laugh. Yang Yanping touched the back of his head, looking embarrassed and could only smile foolishly.

Yang Jiye smiled and stroked Yang Wenguang in his arms, with many expectations in his eyes. These uncles and grandfathers were also trying to create a peaceful place for their descendants. What kind of boy can develop in the future depends on his own luck.

"What kind of ability does my father have for this young face? It can make my elder brother so impatient!" Yang Yanguang, who was standing beside him, said with a smile.

Yang Jiye stretched his waist, looked forward for a while, and said calmly: "I can't explain it clearly for a while. When you meet, you will naturally know."

"yes!"

"Dalang walked up the mountain!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The group also talked and laughed.

Children usually develop very quickly. Now Han Chen is five feet tall, holding a bamboo gun in his hand, and stabbing the straw man in front of him for no reason.

Tong Yuan stared at Han Chen and couldn't help but say seriously: "Speed ​​fast! Move ruthlessly! Don't leave a trace of free time for the enemy."

"It's the master!" Han Chen wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and it turned out that his delicate face also showed a hint of firmness, and he would never let go until the last moment.

Tong Yuan looked at Han Chen who was in great difficulty and showed a hint of relief. He nodded slightly, as satisfied.

"Master, what about us?" A woman was carrying a spear, and a hint of heroism flashed in her eyes. In one sentence, she was a woman who was as good as a man.

When Tong Yuan saw the woman, he was irritated and said, "I said, "You are a girl, can't you learn from Zhuo Wenjun? What kind of morality is it to fight and kill every day!"

"Who said girls must be good at writing and ingenuity, we can still play swords and guns!" Mu Guiying's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. Fortunately, she didn't ask Tong Yuan anymore. She took two steps together, took big steps, grabbed Tong Yuan's beard, and snorted coldly: "Do you teach me if you are a stinky old man!"

Tong Yuan, who was caught in the beard, said helplessly: "Teach! I will definitely teach!"

"Father, is this what you are talking about Tong Yuan... Master?" Yang Yanzhao, who rushed up, showed a hint of doubt in his eyes. This old man could not even beat a little girl. Is this a bit of a joke?

When Tong Yuan saw another person, he quickly threw his beard, grabbed Mu Guiying's small hand with one hand, and threw it out with his backhand. Mu Guiying grinned hoarsely and his little mouth bulged slightly to express his dissatisfaction.

Tong Yuan didn't care. When he saw Yang Jiye's arrival, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Old man Yang, you are here quickly, please!"
Chapter completed!