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Volume One Huayang Dusk Drum Chapter 199 Gong Qin¡¯s Identity

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    Thinking of Su Ge, Ding Bao jumped up and flexed his muscles, as if even the moist and cool breath he breathed into his chest became refreshing. Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly heard a long laugh: "Mr. Ning, if you want to have a drink, can you please  "Next drink?" A man jumped up from the willow tree in the distance and stood with his backlit. He was wearing a green shirt and had a long figure. He was holding a porcelain urn that looked like a small wine jar, but his appearance was not clear.  If he wasn't upset, given the distance between the two of them, that person's voice would definitely not be able to escape the influence of Bixia's magical power.  Ding Bao didn't dare to be careless, so he secretly guarded himself and said loudly: "I don't drink wine. Your Excellency has prepared a wine jar. You can just drink by yourself. Why bother with the autumn wind?" The man placed the porcelain jar under the tree, clapped his hands, and raised his palms.  After a while, he said with a smile: "Now that I am empty-handed, I am asking for a drink with Mr. Ning." Dai Yuejin walked forward gracefully, his slender body stepped out of the shadow of the tree, revealing a handsome face, with two thin lips slightly pale.  , The roots of the thick mustache covered the upper part of the lip and the lower part of the chin.  It's obviously unkempt, but it's even more handsome despite the vicissitudes of life, making it hard to take your eyes away.  Ding Bao didn't know this person, but when he saw his appearance and listened to his words, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and closeness in his chest, and said in a trembling voice: "You don't come over! If you come again, I will take action."  The young man let out a 'hum' and waved his sleeves: "Xing Ruxiao is so small, is there a ghost?" He quickly stepped forward and reached out to pull his arm.  Ding Bao didn't know why, and his body reacted on its own. He hooked and turned his left arm, knocking the young man back two steps. The move he used was the "Bixia Magic Skill".  "Well done!" The handsome young man sneered, put his two fingers together and said, "Hoo!" He stabbed his right shoulder with the strength of his fingers as if they were real swords.  The orientation is even weirder!  Ding Bao circles his arms.  The strong Bixia Qi suddenly burst out.  The heroic young man's sword instantly collapsed.  But he saw that his left heel was like a gun, he turned his head to the sky, and his head came out from the bottom of his clothes. The cyan figure made a "shake" sound in his clothes, spinning back like a windmill, and the sword finger had been cut close to the ground - This change  This is the only trick he has seen in his life.  Ding Bao not only has true energy to protect the body, but also has eye and nose sensing.  The strength of his fingers was hard to hurt, and he took a step to the left, and the shadows of his feet flew out from under the young man's robe, and "pop, pop, pop" came one after another, and not a single one of them was a false move!  He blocked them all with the "little grappler" taught by Sister Fox, and was shocked in his heart: "This guy kicked once, stood once, and kicked me fifteen times in total It was two spiders coming at the same time.  , and one less than him!" The two of them quickly changed their moves, but the young man's internal strength was not as good as Bixia's magical power.  It's difficult to get past the ghost's hand when making an advance move. The advantage is that it's difficult to guard against the position of the shot.  Ding Bao lost the opportunity for a moment. He had the most complicated moves in the world, and he couldn't even return a move.  The Yingting young man couldn't hurt him, and he couldn't force his opponent to retreat. The two of them were in a stalemate in the shadow of their arms, which was similar to the situation against the Ma Lao clan leader that day.  However, the young man's sword-finger skill was better than that of the Marao clan master. With a slight flash of dexterity, Ding Bao became more passive and almost got stabbed. The inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to his heart again. He thought it was Bixia's magical skill.  He closed his waist with his horizontal elbow, felt something in his heart, and hit the young man's left shoulder with a punch!  The young man staggered in pain. Although Ding Bao was in the right position, his fists had no effect. He just hit him with brute force and turned his face pale. Then he turned around and bullied him, and used his strange finger sword move again.  .  The more Ding Bao fights, the more confused he becomes: as long as he follows that familiar feeling, he can follow the young man's path and dismantle him one by one.  He has changed the hand knife and palm technique, and the effect is similar to that of a fist. He always uses the wrist incorrectly, and every time he fights, he is a little bit worse.  After fighting for a long time without success, the young man suddenly jumped up in the air, thrust out his sword and halberd, and stabbed downwards like a dark cloud.  Ding Bao's whole body was shrouded in finger strength, and he had no choice but to fight hard with this move!  When an evil attack came, Ding Baofu reached his soul. He performed a hollow somersault and flipped backwards, with his head on his feet and his chest on the ground. He pointed his right hand together, and the sharp sword energy "chi" thrust out into the sky - the young man Yi pointed his fingers into the palm of his hand.  The two of them hit each other with their palms and jumped apart.  The young man dusted off his clothes, clasped his hands behind his back, and said with a loud smile: "Mr. Ding Bao, it's really you!" Ding Bao was shocked at first, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly felt blessed, and shouted: "You know Gong Qin?" He suddenly  I remembered why I knew these strange sword-pointing skills. The other party was using the Gong family's secret skills that Gong Qin practiced on Heitou Mountain from beginning to end!  And because he had stayed up there for a long time to avoid Sister Fox, he watched little girl Gongqin practice martial arts every day, and slowly learned a lot.  And when he escaped from Huayang County, he gave Gong Qin a wooden sculpture of a phoenix bathed in flames. With the little girl's intelligence, she naturally knew that she was not dead!  ¡°I just don¡¯t know, what does this young man have to do with her now?  The young man nodded, shook his head again, took a step forward, his bright faceStaring at him, she said: "My aunt's prediction was indeed good. After the news about Maitreya meeting Mr. Ning Bao, who was good at fighting heavenly soldiers, she immediately guessed that it was Mr. Ding Bao.  She gave her a pseudonym and asked me to come here on her behalf. I must find you!" "Little aunt?" Ding Bao asked suspiciously.  There was a slight embarrassment on the young man's face, but he said seriously: "The senior Gong Heyun you have in mind is actually Zhang, and he is my own grandfather, so I am from Pingwang Mountain, and my name is Zhang.  "Zhang Lingting." "Wait, Mr. Gong's surname is Zhang? Is that so Gong Qin?" Ding Bao's eyes widened, and he didn't understand that such a big thing happened after not seeing each other for more than half a year.  One thing, he clicked his tongue and said: "You are Zhang Lingting from the Zhang family in Fengdu, one of the three heroes of Bashu? So, little girl Gongqin is still a member of the Zhang family in Fengdu, one of the eight golden surnames, and her seniority is not low?" "Yes?"  Yes." The young man's face began to twitch, but his little aunt was what others called a little girl!  "This Tianshi Zhang, what do you call Gong Qin?" "This Tianshi is my third uncle, so naturally I and my little aunt are brother and sister." Young Zhang Lingting was sweating on his forehead now, and he was already starting to turn around and leave.  .  Gritting his teeth, he wanted to win back the victory and said: "Mr. Ding, what my little aunt learned on the Black Head Mountain are all the core secrets of my Fengdu Master Zhang that have not been passed down. If you have learned it secretly, should you return it to its original owner?"  ?" Ding Bao stood with his arms folded and said lazily, "Why don't you return it to its original owner?" "Follow me to Pingwang Mountain. You better forget it."  If I cheat and go to Pingwang Mountain, there will only be two consequences. One is that you will be beaten by your third uncle, and the other is that you will be beaten by your little aunt." Ding Bao said, laughing loudly.  When I went to hug the porcelain jar under the tree, I found that Zhang Lingting's expression changed drastically, and he asked suspiciously: "Xiao Zhangzi, isn't this jar filled with wine?" Zhang Lingting's face twitched and he shook his head: "It's the ashes of our ancestor He Yun. Last time.  I was in a hurry to pick up my little aunt, because it was not an auspicious day and it was inconvenient to move rashly, so Uncle Qi stayed in Heitou Mountain. This time I was ordered to go out, so I went to pick up the ashes of my ancestor Mr. Heyun first, and then detoured to Zhongnan.  Yesterday, I heard from Miss Chunyu that Mr. Ning Bao had been found, so I wanted to meet him according to the method taught by my aunt. I never thought that it was really you, Mr. Ding. " Ding Bao arranged his clothes when he heard that it was Gong Heyun's remains.  He looked solemn and said: "Brother Zhang, can I pay my respects to Senior Heyun? From Huayang to now, I have gone through many dangers. Thanks to his legacy, I was able to turn the danger into a disaster." "Brother Zhang, I don't dare to take this call.  I'll just take care of it." Zhang Lingting said, placed the porcelain altar at the root of the willow tree, moved it to the side, swung his hands horizontally, and knelt down.  First, he kowtowed three times respectfully to the ashes jar, with tears rolling down his cheeks and making a loud banging sound, and his forehead was red.  Ding Bao bowed several times and reached out to lift Zhang Lingting up.  Zhang Lingting lost his composure and wanted to avoid the embarrassment, but Ding Bao laughed with a sore nose: "Brother Zhang! I read Mr. Ling Zu Heyun's monograph on Heitou Mountain. He sang and cried wildly throughout his life, was unrestrained and self-reliant, and always ignored the eyes of the world.  He is a first-class upright and unrestrained person. Since you are his descendant, you can't be different from him." Zhang Lingting burst into tears and let out a long sigh.  Seeing that Ding Bao's eyes were also red, he couldn't help but smile at each other.  After this incident, Ding Bao's previous hesitation was relieved. He pulled Zhang Lingting with his hand and said with a smile: "Lingting, let's go! Let's have a drink with Ling's grandfather, Mr. Heyun!" He pulled him to the small wine shop.  Walk.  Zhang Lingting was not fond of the food in the cup and was about to refuse, but when he heard him say, "I'll drink with my grandfather, Mr. He Yun", he suddenly felt excited and his blood surged up, so he let go and walked in side by side with Ding Bao.  Zhang Lingting seemed to be familiar with the owner of this wine shop. When the two of them entered, the middle-aged man who worked the stove nodded slightly and took it as a greeting without saying anything else.  Without waiting for the guest's instructions, he brought over a jar of Maotai-flavored white wine and a clay pot hot pot with a rich flavor. After he arranged the utensils, raw ingredients, dipping sauces, etc., he went back to take a nap under the hut outside the store.  Ding Bao opened the mud seal at the mouth of the jar and poured two full bowls. The color of the wine was slightly yellow, and the liquid rim hanging on the cup was like thin honey. The soft aroma of sauce lingered for a long time. When it dripped on the table, the wooden table became fragrant with the wine.  "Bang" - The two of them raised their bowls to each other, raised their heads and drank. Zhang Lingting felt the wine enter his stomach, and a warm current rushed up. When it reached his throat, he felt a slight tingling. He opened his mouth and spat out a hot mouthful, and said in a loss of voice: "Okay.  Good wine!" Ding Bao saw that he was not good at drinking, so he wiped the old wooden chopsticks with a towel and handed it to him without making fun of him.  After Zhang Lingting drank a bowl of wine, he was very happy.Life became more exciting, and it seemed that the pressure caused by Ding Bao's identity as his aunt's teacher was relieved. He smiled and said, "Mr. Ding, not only do you have good wine, but you also have good food" Ding Bao waved his hand and said: "  We hit it off and talked about our own things. I'll call you Lingting, and you can call me Brother Ding or Brother Ning. How about that?" Zhang Lingting shook his head and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Ning for the time being!" He said mysteriously!  Smile: "Brother Ning, do you know why business is not good here?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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