In the next few days, while the caravans were camping and resting at night, the elderly would come over at midnight and take Ding Bao to find a quiet place to practice the "Jincao" skill.

Perhaps because my eyes suffered a great loss in my early years because I practiced too hard, the old man did not demand too much about Ding Bao's eyes, but he had very strict requirements on balance and coordination ability and skills to eliminate and weaken inertia.

After practicing for more than an hour every night, Ding Bao felt soreness in his waist and back pain all day the next day, and Kong Lianshun's eyes became more and more strange every day.

However, he didn't care about this at the moment. Although hummingbirds are not rare in the world, there is great hope to find them in Yansheng Grass Garden. Although the eagle of Edward, who was sent by Kong Lianshun, was sick and did not die. However, he was a habit of doing things. The skills and methods described by the old man were summarized by the ancestors of the Feng family for their hard work. They have significantly improved their qualifications, and they will have the final effect on those with extraordinary talents.

I had practiced a light body technique with Uncle Qi before when I was in Heitou Mountain. I knew that this kind of thing was not simply stacked and stacked with talent.

A person is born with eyes as rocks, legs as fleas, waist as a spirit ape, and physical strength is as abundant as the sea... If he doesn't study hard and practice hard, and carefully ponder and improve, he may not necessarily be able to beat others. This also involves many factors such as experience, skills, connections, and muscle reactions.

What's more, who can make mistakes is a good lesson, and it is the same in ancient and modern times.

Therefore, Ding Bao, with the idea of ​​"sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in wartime", took it seriously every time he practiced.

After practicing routinely in the evening, it is common for you to practice yourself. In addition, during the day, you will carefully understand the tricks in the carriage, and use dialectical thinking to constantly confirm, dismantle, overturn, reorganize, and assume...

In the following days, he devoted himself to this "virtuous grass" technique. He quietly got onto his carriage from Kong Lianshun to fall asleep bored in the middle, and then walked down with a complicated and sad face. He didn't notice it at all. He lay on the desk and wrote and painted, and took all kinds of entangled gestures.

This caused Kong Lianshun to be very shocked. After a few days, he seemed to be touched and suddenly became quiet. Sometimes he would follow suit and read a book carefully. If his prefect father saw this, he would probably cry out in joy and get drunk.

Hard work pays off, and this kind of gain is extremely obvious. At least the elderly have to be surprised once every night when teaching, excitedly sucking two old tears, and murmured three times "I'm the Feng" after that. The meaning of each time is different, but it is more excited and joyful than the other...

In fact, this is not only due to Ding Baoshen's effective methods and his dedicated efforts, but mainly because his legs have too great potential, which far exceeds the old man's understanding of leg strength talent.

The ancestor of the Feng family was outstanding in both legs and claimed to be the gift of God, and named it "Feng Shen Leg", which also left an immortal legend for the Feng family.

But the so-called "Wind God's Legs" of that ancestor really didn't look good compared to Ding Bao's legs. Ding Bao's legs that obtained the flea jumping talent have the limit of the distance of 350 times the length of the body in the horizontal direction and a height of more than 100 times the length of the body in the vertical direction.

But his body is far from solid enough now, and he cannot withstand too much instantaneous gravity acceleration, and he can only dare to release less than one-tenth of the potential.

After studying the "Jincao" technique and standing on the shoulders of the ancestors of the Feng family, although there is no qualitative improvement, the leg potential can slightly release a little bit, one fifty, one sixty, or even one percent. In the eyes of the old man, it is an incomparable progress and improvement.

Teaching and receiving can be mutually infectious. In addition, Ding Bao's impeccable serious attitude, the old man no longer has any doubts or reservations in his heart, and he has given him wholeheartedly and with all his heart.

When people concentrate on doing something, time often passes quickly.

Half a month passed in a flash. On that afternoon, Ding Bao was woken up during a nap and lifted up the curtain to look out. The sun was so damn that even the shadows cast by the trees shrank into a small ball. However, the entire caravan was as lively and noisy as the festival was during the year, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy.

Except for one person, Kong Lianshun.

The boy was silly and leaning against the shaft of the car and sighed.

Ding Bao immediately knew that after nearly a month of hard trekking, Xiyan, which was one of the six capitals of the Central Plains, had finally arrived.

After this period of time of incompetence, he found that Xiyan is very interesting.

First of all, Xiyan Prefecture guarded the Western Frontier, and the key to the southern country was also the largest prefecture under the entire White Horse Dynasty, but there was no garrison of a soldier here.

The city of Xiyan is also a very unique city, one of the famous six capitals of Yangtu. However, unlike Tianfeng, the "Ancient Capital of Nine Dynasties" and Kangjing, the "Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties", since historical records, this city has never become the official capital of any dynasty, but it is the king of the accompanying capital. It has been selected as the accompanying capital for at least ten dynasties. Even the current White Horse Dynasty is no exception, with Kangjing, one west and one east, as the two accompanying capitals of Tianfeng.

The most interesting thing is that it is said that every time the New Dynasty agreed to the imperial capital, Xiyan would be listed as the first candidate, but for some reason, it has never been selected and can be called a "10,000-year spare tire".

In addition to these, due to geographical and historical reasons, the city of Xiyan is actually the political, cultural and religious center of the entire border area of ​​the southern country and Western Xinjiang. It is also the largest and most inhabited city in the southwest of the White Horse Dynasty. Even if you look at the country, it is second only to Tianfeng and Kangjing, ranking third.

This was deeply felt from the moment Ding Bao walked to the city gate.

The main city gate of Xiyan is based on the bluestone city wall and is built into a drum tower. It is more than ten meters high from the ground to the top of the building. There are nearly four meters of single drum tower, with blue bricks and red tiles, majestic and extraordinary standing beneath the city, and a domineering and profound capital come to us.

The drum tower is very particular, and it adopts the style of "three drops of water from the double eaves" and "four corners are gathered with pointed tops". The eaves are flying upwards like birds spreading their wings. There are bright column corridors, colorful beams, thin windows and carved doors...

Ding Bao stood below, and was stunned for a moment. Until a huge noise woke him up, he was suddenly hit and pushed by someone again. Only then did he peel off from the slightly out of the historical sentiment, and immediately noticed that the caravan had been blocked at the city gate at some point, and a team of people came towards him with a grudge.

There were 60 or 70 people in the house, who were wearing clothes and listening to the explanations of the people around them, all of them came from the prefect's mansion.

"It's probably to welcome Kong Lianshun in such a big situation. This kid doesn't seem to be lying. He is really the son of the prefect! Alas, a playboy..."

Ding Baozheng sighed, and suddenly saw Kong Lianshun's face change drastically, slid over like a loach. He grabbed Ding Bao's sleeve with both hands, almost crying: "Brother Ning, save me..."

As soon as he moved, a little maid in green clothes suddenly rushed out of the group of servants. Her eyes lit up, she pointed at Kong Lianshun from a distance and shouted sharply: "Young Master is there! Up!"

The caravan didn't know what happened, and was about to come forward to stop him, the little maid in green slanted her eyes and slid a bright waist sign from her sleeve, shouting: "Who dares to do more troublesome family affairs of the prefect?"

With a blink of an eye, the entire caravan suddenly spread out a large empty space as if he had been rehearsed in advance, exposing Ding Bao, Kong Lianshun and his strange carriage.

"Brother Ning, Brother Bao, you must save..."

Kong Lianshun was just halfway through the cry of sadness. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ding Bao immediately took the "Jincao" body technique he had practiced for these days to the extreme. He dodged and avoided the crowd. Before he could even decide, he felt a murderous storm blowing by, ruthlessly swept away Kong Lianshun. Then, ding ding bulging, crack, rushing, and dust on the ground rolled up more than one foot high. I couldn't see the situation inside clearly, and there were only a few sounds of Kong Lianshun screaming and begging for mercy...

The process lasted for about half a moment. The team of majestic servants, Ding Zhuang, maids, and guards... left, but compared to when they came, each of them held one or two items in their hands. For some reason, Ding Bao looked familiar with several of them, and his heart suddenly jumped and he quickly looked at the field.

But after the dust disappeared, a barefoot man in underwear was lying on the ground, lying in a ball of underwear and underwear. He curled up like a big shrimp in danger. The white underwear and underwear had rolled into a mud yellow, and the underwear was torn one by one, revealing his entire dark and thin back. Judging from the posture of clenching his fists with both hands, if he hadn't been holding it desperately, he would probably not have left these strips of cloth for him.

On his dark back, he wrote several hideous words like debt collection in red paint:

Kong Lianshun, Xiyan welcomes you.

And where his strange carriage had just stopped, the huge carriage had disappeared out of thin air, leaving only one of the cooked copper nail caps that had been removed and taken away before they could be taken away, swaying sadly and lonely...

Ding Bao couldn't help swallowing hard and tried to approach Kong Lianshun. As soon as he approached and squatted down, Kong Lianshun suddenly sprayed two mouthfuls of dust, and bounced up from the ground. He pretended to be chic and reached out to pursed his messy hair before pursing his forehead, and bared a mouthful of white teeth, "Haha, Brother Ning, don't worry, it's okay, I have rich experience in fighting this..."

Ding Bao took a breath of air conditioning, "Don't you say you are the son of the prefect of Xiyan?"

"I'm right." Kong Lianshun widened innocent eyes.

"Nonsense! Since you are the son of the prefect, who dares to ravage this in Xiyan City... to you?!"
Chapter completed!