Thinking of Sugo, Ding Bao jumped up and moved his muscles and bones, as if even the moist and cool breath that was sucked into his chest became refreshed. Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly heard a long laugh: "If Mr. Ning wants to have a drink, can you please drink the next glass?"

A man jumped off the willow tree in the distance and stood with his backlight. But he saw the blue shirt Leilei, with a long figure and a small porcelain jar-like porcelain jar in his hand, but his appearance was not real.

If it weren't for being upset and being separated by the two, the man's voice would definitely not escape the sensing of Bixia's magical skills.

Ding Bao did not dare to be careless, so he was wary of himself and said loudly: "I don't eat wine. You have prepared a wine jar and drink it yourself, so why bother to fight the autumn wind?"

The man put the porcelain jar under the tree, clapped his hands, spread his palms, and smiled and said, "Now I have empty hands, I'm asking for a glass of wine with Mr. Ning."

The wind is moving forward with the wind in the moonlight, and the slender body steps out of the shadow of the tree, revealing a handsome face, two thin lips are slightly ischemia-colored, and the thick and hard moustaches are all over the lips and chins. Although they are obviously uncensored, they are even more handsome in the vicissitudes of life, which is hard to see.

Ding Bao did not know this person, but when he saw his appearance, he heard his words, and suddenly felt familiar and close in his heart in his heart, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... don't come! Come again, I'll take action."

The young man in Yingting hummed and said, "Walking like a slut, is there a ghost?"

He stepped forward and reached out to pull his arm. Ding Bao didn't understand why, his body reacted on his own, and his left arm was hooked and turned, which immediately shocked the young man two steps back. The trick of the "Bixia Magical Art".

"Good come!"

The young man in Yingting sneered, and his two fingers at the same time, "Huh!"

He directly stabbed his right shoulder, his finger strength was like a real sword. The direction was even more strange!

Ding Bao's arms circled. The thick green clouds burst out with a bang. The sword finger of the Yingting young man immediately collapsed. However, he saw his left heel like a gun. He turned his head upside down and his head came out from the bottom of his clothes. The blue figure squirted, whirling like a windmill, and his sword finger was shaved to the ground.

This trick is really something he has seen in his life.

Ding Bao not only has true energy to protect his body, but also has eyes and nose sensing. The finger strength is difficult to hurt. He took a step left and a shadow of his foot flew under his robe. "Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa" came one after another, and no one was a false move!

He blocked all the "little catcher" taught by Sister Fox, and was shocked: "This guy kicked one kick, stood one kick, kicked one in total, kicked fifteen kicks between my elbow... Even if two spiders arrived together, one less than him!"

The two quickly changed moves, and the young man's internal strength was not as strong as the Bixia magic skill. It was difficult to move forward, and the victory was difficult to prevent the position of the attack. Ding Bao lost the initiative for a while and had only the most complex move in the world, but it was difficult to even give back one move.

The young man in Yingting couldn't hurt him, and he couldn't force his opponent back. The two of them whistled in their arms and asked about the stalemate, which was similar to the situation when they fought against the old clan of Ma that day.

But the young man's sword finger was more skillful than the old Ma clan king. With a slight flash, Ding Bao became more passive and almost hit. The inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into his heart again. He thought it was caused by Bixia's magical skill, so he crossed his elbow to seal his waist. He felt something, and he punched the young man's left shoulder!

The young man was staggering. Although Ding Bao was right in this position, his fist did not work. He just had a brute force attack, which made him pale. He rubbed his body and was approaching, and used his strange finger sword move again.

The more Ding Bao fought, the more confused he became: he could only follow the familiar sense to keep up with the young man’s path and break it down one by one.

He changed his hand knife and his palm technique was similar to that of a fist. He always used it wrongly under his wrist, and he was a little worse every time he made the moves.

The young man had no success in fighting, suddenly jumped up in the air, pointed his sword out, and stabbed down like a dark cloud. Ding Baoquan's body was shrouded under his finger force, and he had no choice but to fight this move!

The evil move comes to the door, Ding Baofu reaches his mind, a hollow somersault turns backwards, his head is under his feet, his chest is raised against the ground, and his right hand is pointed at it, and the sharp sword energy is snorted into the sky--

The young man easily pointed his fingers into his palms, and the two of them 'touched' and jumped away. The young man dusted his clothes and held his hands in his arms, and smiled and said, "Mr. Ding Bao, it's you!"

Ding Bao was shocked first, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly became blessed to his heart and shouted: "You... know Gong Qin?"

He suddenly remembered why he had these strange sword-finding methods. From beginning to end, the other party used the unique skills of Gong Qin practicing on Heitou Mountain! And because he had been away from the fox sister, he had been on it for a long time, and he slowly learned a lot of things as he watched the little girl Gong Qin practice martial arts every day.

When I died in Huayang County, I gave Gong Qin a wood carving with a phoenix ashes. With the little girl's intelligence, I naturally knew that I was not dead!

I just don’t know what the young man has to do with her right now?

The young man nodded, shook his head again, took a step forward, staring at him with bright eyes, and said, "As the young aunt expected, it was indeed good. After the news of Maitreya's encounter with Mr. Ning Bao, who could fight against heaven, she immediately guessed that it was Mr. Ding Bao, your pseudonym, and asked me to come first for her. We must find you!"

"Little aunt?" Ding Bao said suspiciously.

The young man looked a little embarrassed, but he said very seriously: "The senior Gong Heyun in your heart is actually the surname Zhang, and he is...my own grandfather, so... I am from Pingwangshan, and my name is Zhang Lingting."

"Wait, Mr. Gong's surname is Zhang? He is your biological grandfather. That's it! "

Ding Bao widened his eyes and didn't realize that such a big thing happened after more than half a year. Suddenly, he thought of another thing and said: "Are you Zhang Lingting from the Zhang family of Fengdu and one of the three heroes of Bashu? So, Miss Gong Qin is still a member of the Zhang family of Fengdu among the Golden Eight Clans, and her seniority is not low?"

"Yes...yes." The young man's face began to twitch, but his little aunt was the girl he called!

"What is the name of Zhang Tianshi of this generation called Gong Qin?"

"This generation of Heavenly Master is my third uncle, so he is naturally... brother and sister to his younger aunt."

The young man Zhang Lingting was sweating on his forehead at this moment and he had already begun to turn around and leave. He gritted his teeth and wanted to make a comeback and said, "Mr. Ding, what my aunt learned on Heitou Mountain back then is the core secret of my Master Zhang in Fengdu. If you can learn it secretly, should you return the things to the original owner?"

Ding Bao stood with his arms in his arms and said lazily: "How can I return the original owner's method?"

"Go to Pingwang Mountain with me. The third uncle of the Tianshi has his own way."

"Forget it. If you dare to trick me to Pingwangshan, there will be only two consequences. One is that you are beaten by your third uncle in Tianshi, and the other is that you are beaten by your little aunt."

Ding Bao said, laughing loudly, and was about to go to the porcelain jar under the tree. He found that Zhang Lingting's face changed drastically, and he said suspiciously: "Xiao Zhangzi, isn't this jar of wine?"

Zhang Lingting shook his face and shook his head: "It was the ashes of his ancestor Heyun. I took my aunt back last time and walked in a hurry. Because it was not a good day and it was inconvenient to move around, Uncle Qi remained in Heitou Mountain. This time I was ordered to go out of the mountain, so I went to pick up the ashes of his ancestor Heyun first, and then took the ashes of his ancestor Heyun, and I took the ashes of his ancestor Heyun. Yesterday, I heard from Miss Chunyu that Mr. Ning Bao had been retrieved. I thought of meeting according to the method taught by my aunt, but I never thought it was Mr. Ding."

When Ding Bao heard that it was Gong Heyun's remains, he sorted out his clothes and looked at him, and said solemnly: "Brother Zhang, can you please pay homage to Senior Heyun? I have experienced many obstacles from Huayang to the present, and thanks to his old man's legacy, I can get rid of dangers and save dangers."

"Brother Zhang dare not be a lie. Just call me Lingting."

Zhang Lingting said, put the porcelain jar at the root of the willow tree, let it beside it, and waved his hands and knelt down. He first kowtowed three times respectfully at the jar of urn, tears rolling, and a sound of banging, red between his forehead.

Ding Bao bowed a few times and reached out to help Zhang Lingting up.

Zhang Lingting lost his composure and was embarrassed and wanted to avoid it, but Ding Bao laughed sourly: "Brother Zhang! I have seen Mr. Ling Zuheyun's monograph on Heitou Mountain. He sang and cried all his life, and was self-reliant, and he always ignored the world and rolled his eyes. He was a first-class upright and elegant figure. Since you are his descendant, you must be like this."

Zhang Lingting cried and felt the depression all over, and suddenly felt that the stars and moon were sparse, and he vomited a long breath of turbid air. Seeing that Ding Bao's eyes were also red, he couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

After this incident, Ding Bao's previous hesitation was released. He pulled Zhang Lingting with his hand and said with a smile: "Lingting, go! Let's have a drink and let's drink it with his grandfather Mr. Heyun!"

He pulled him straight to the small winery.

Zhang Lingting was not addicted to the things in the cup, so he wanted to refuse, but when he heard him say "I ordered my grandfather Mr. He Yun to drink." Suddenly, his mood was full of excitement and blood was rising. So he let go and walked in side by side with Ding Bao.

Zhang Lingting seemed to be familiar with the owner of this restaurant. When the two of them entered, the middle-aged man in the stove nodded slightly, and said hello, and nothing else. Without waiting for the customer to order, he brought a jar of sauce-flavored white wine and a pot of pot with strong soup. He arranged the dishes, raw ingredients, dipping, etc., and then went back to the hut outside the store to take a nap.

Ding Bao patted the mud seal on the jar and poured two full bowls. The wine was slightly yellow and the liquid edge was hanging like dilute honey. The soft sauce fragrance never dissipated for a long time. When it dripped on the table, the wooden table smelled like wine.

"Bang"—

The two raised the bowl and respect each other, raising their heads to drink. Zhang Lingting felt the wine enters his abdomen, and a warm current rushed forward. He felt a little spicy when he reached his throat. He opened his mouth and let out a mouthful of heat, and said in a lost voice: "Good...good wine!"

Ding Bao saw that he was not good at drinking, and did not make fun of him. He wiped the old wooden chopsticks with a hand towel and handed them to him.

After Zhang Lingting drank a bowl of wine, he became alive. It seemed that the pressure brought by Ding Bao's identity as a teacher was also eliminated. He smiled and said, "Mr. Ding, not only has good wine, but also good dishes..."

Ding Bao waved his hand and said, "We hit it off at first sight, and we all talk about our own things. I call you Lingting, you call me Brother Ding, Brother Ning, how about you?"

Zhang Lingting shook his mind, "Then I'll call you Brother Ning for the time being!" As he said, he smiled mysteriously: "Brother Ning, do you know why business is not good here?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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