Xiao Nian'er surprisingly did not enter the post station, but was waiting for Xing Zhen and others outside. After the crowd arrived one after another, they entered together.

Taohua Bushi and Dongxi were holding a hiking stick, which was obvious to the tourists walking along the mountain road. As for why the few people brought the hiking stick, the reason was that they were afraid of falling down when they were dark.

The person who was in charge of the gatekeeper at the inn was a kind-hearted old man. He was hunched over with a ruddy face, his movements were not slow, and his body was not too bad.

The old man came forward and patted his sleeves, and said hoarsely: Please come in, please.

Xing Zhen and others returned the gifts one after another, and the window of the doorman opened. Three stacks of sealed envelopes were neatly placed on the window sill, obviously unopened letters waiting for others to pick them up.

The thing pulled Xing Zhen's corner and asked curiously: Brother Xing Zhen, who are these letters for?

Xing Zhen rubbed the little head of the thing and explained: People from Hongqu Town far away from their hometown sent letters to their relatives in the town. Some of them were complaining and some were worried. In short, no matter what, they were waiting for their relatives to pick them up.

The thing suddenly stopped and looked at the envelope in front of him, holding his mouth and said: The thing also wants to send a letter.

Tears quietly slid to the corners of my eyes: It’s a pity that there are no relatives to receive the letter.

Shi Bu quietly approached the left side of the thing and pulled up the little hand of the thing. Taohua walked to the right side of the thing and pulled up the right hand of the thing.

The two of them showed pain on their faces, and they were indeed much stronger than the things. They persuaded each other in unison: We are relatives of the things, and we don’t need to write letters together every day.

Xing Zhen stood behind the three of them, looked at the neat envelope and said in a deep voice: We can send a letter to the four major villages in Shuiboshan. Tell them to live well and save their lives and wait for us to collect them.

Zheng Zhen at this moment lived up to the dullness of the past, his eyes were firm and determined. He had always believed in the belief that he was first to reason and then to move his fists, but disappeared without a trace at this moment. Indeed, some people and some things do not need to reason, but fists and swords are needed.

The Taohua Bushi and the Tuji raised their hiking poles in their hands, like soldiers on the battlefield waving their spears in their hands. The three of them were equally determined and shouted loudly.

Yes, we have to go back to Shuiboshan, and our accounts must be settled.

The old man who was in charge of the doorman suddenly had a strange movement in his sleeve. A fire-like spirit jumped out in two slaps. The little guy as big as a palm suddenly rushed towards the top of the peach blossom hiking pole.

The little guy was like a flowing flame, his whole body was as red as lightning, and a red light flashed and appeared at the top of the hiking pole. Taking a deep breath at the hiking pole, the fiery little guy suddenly became a little deeper in color and his figure became more inch larger.

The guy was quick-witted and grabbed Jingmei and threatened fiercely: Dare to bully Sister Taohua, be careful that I will beat you to death.

Jing Mei, who was caught by the little hands of the thing, suddenly howled in pain: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The flames rising around him were instantly peeled off, and the palms that were sinking into something disappeared. In an instant, the little spirit's fiery red disappeared, almost transparent and held in his hand.

This incident was just a blink of an eye. The palms of the things were so hot that they were burned by flames, and they instinctively let go of their palms.

The escaped Jingmei pounced on Taohua's hiking pole again regardless of the situation, and then disappeared into the hiking pole.

When Xiao Jingmei jumped out, the old man guarding the gatehouse looked shocked. Then he showed his fierce eyes and clenched his fists, and there was a faint flow of spiritual energy around him.

Xiao Nian'er appeared next to the old man at some point, holding his trembling fist. He smiled a little on his face and said: The five elements are incompatible and mutually reborn, and the spiritual creatures have no master to recognize their own master. This is the choice of the will of heaven and the favor of the Tao. If you force them, you will not be careful to cause fire.

Xiao Nian'er, who was half threatening and half persuasion, saw the old man want to speak. He interrupted him with a smile: I know that Jingmei was brought by you, so this is also God's will. Cause and effect are always in the sky, and maybe these two little guys will give you a life in the future.

The old man whose face had turned purple eggplant color finally had the opportunity to speak. Helplessly, all the things he shouldn't say were finished by the man with a slutty smile.

My fist could not break free from the palms like pliers, and I snorted coldly after holding it for a long time.

The things that were loosened from the palm were spread to all over the body for a moment. The whole body turned red, and the things were so painful that they kept groaning.

Xing was really at a loss, but he could see the pain of something. He stepped forward and grabbed the thing and asked nervously: What's wrong with the thing? Are you feeling uncomfortable?

Xing Zhen felt like the red charcoal was holding in his hand, and his palms were trembling but he refused to let go. He didn't need anything to tell him, and he understood the little guy's pain.

Turning his head to look at Xiaonian'er and asked: What should I do with senior?

Xiaonian still held the old man's palm, but put away his smirk. He said seriously: Others can't help, only the little guy practices boxing and gradually absorbs the fire attributes in his body. It has a bright future and has destroyed all the martial arts.

Xiao Nian'er then added: The fire attribute is too strong, and things may not be able to bear it. It is best to release some opportunities. The chance is to have the best chance to catch them, and this is the same thing as greedy for too much and not chew them too much.

Xing Zhen remembered his experience when he was planted with the seeds of Xinhu Lake. He pulled something and ran to the courtyard to remind him: Follow me to practice boxing, when will the body stop being hot and when will it stop?

The thing was already crying: Brother Xing Zhen, I felt hot, as if I was being roasted on a fire. I don’t want to practice boxing, I want to take a cold shower.

No, you must practice boxing constantly. I will accompany you.

Xing Zhen's words were heavy and powerful, and his tone was unquestionable. It was not persuasion but command, an unquestionable command. His eyes were full of firmness, as high as an emperor.

The first time I saw Xing Zhen like this, I shivered and shivered. The blush in my eyes dissipated a little, and I shook my head and muttered quietly.

Is it not okay to practice boxing? Why are you so angry?

One big and one small, a young man and a girl started practicing boxing in this inn courtyard without permission from others.

No wonder the thing was scared by Xing Zhen. The last time Xing Zhen appeared like this, she was thrown into the mountains by Su Yun and Shang Wu in Qingyang Town. Xing Zhen, General and others faced the wolf pack. It was eight years ago.

The banquet carefully prepared by Chen Gouping and his daughter became empty talk, and it is unknown how many soldiers and armors were hidden in the post station. Xing Zhen practiced boxing until dawn, and others were also with him until dawn. The old man guarding the gatehouse was always clenched by Xiao Nian'er, and he was also given freedom after dawn.

When she returned to the inn, Xiao Nian'er entered her room. She closed the door and never came out.

The body of the east and the west continues to be hot, and the peach blossom with a slightly weak constitution doesn't even dare to touch it. The little guy is strong and never cries after leaving the station.

Xing Zhen and Dandelion discussed it over and over again, but there was no other way at the moment, so they had to continue to order the things to practice boxing and slowly get it done. Absorb part of it and exclude part of it.

Things are very tired and have less sleep, but things feel warm. Taohua and Bu Shi are so sleepy that they fight with their eyes, and they still stay by the things. They stay sleeplessly together.

Especially Bu Shi, the ants on the hot pan were twitching. Seeing that the corner of the mouth was slightly convulsing, he immediately stepped forward to ask if he was hungry or thirsty, which would distract the things from their attention.

Seeing that the thing was so painful that it was curled up beside the bed and hugged his head tightly. Bu Shi was learning to learn dogs and bark and pigs to eat, just to gain joy in the suffering of the things.

Of course, the more time I spent on the boxing, the more times I used to punch, the longer the interval between the hot and painful sensation. The next evening, two nights later, the game stopped practicing boxing and asked in confusion: "Brother Xing Zhen, there seems to be a fire dragon in my body. What's going on?"

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional, and the punishment is really hit. It would be fine if a divine servant takes the lead in stepping into the divine cultivation, but the things actually followed and gave birth to a martial arts dragon.

The birth of a martial arts dragon has nothing to do with its realm. One realm can give birth to ten realms or fertility. Depending on personal opportunities and talents, some people have not given birth to their own martial arts dragons throughout their lives.

Due to different attributes, the martial arts dragons in the body of the warriors are different, and the internal force will also be mixed with damage from different attributes. For example, the east and west belong to the five elements of fire, and the internal force contains the burning and heat of fire. While increasing the killing power, the greater advantage of the martial arts dragon is to reduce the bottleneck during breakthroughs.

Xing Zhen wiped his forehead and then told him. After hearing this, the thing jumped and jumped. The burning pain in his body was thrown out. The little guy suddenly stopped moving and blinked his clear eyes and asked, "Why are Brother Xing Zhen unhappy?"

Xing Zhen is not jealous of the world's blessings against the sky, but secretly hating himself for being really stupid. When the Goatbeard in Chuanjian Villa made people to guide swordsmanship, Xing Zhen began to try the martial arts dragon in the meridians.

Now that I feel frustrated by being overtaken by something, I still feel happy for the thing. I smiled and touched the little guy's head and said with relief: Things are the best.

The little guy giggled and comforted him: Brother Xing Zhen is the best, he has always protected Bu Shi and things. We are very grateful. Brother Xing Zhen will always protect us, right?

Of course, we are a family and will never leave each other.

Hehe, Brother Xing Zhen is the best.

Hey hey hey, don’t be lazy when you speak, and continue practicing boxing.

Humph, Brother Xing Zhen is a bad guy.

He still had to practice fists with reluctance, and one big and one small were in the courtyard of the inn. I don’t know when there was a snow-white puppy behind them.

I don’t know when there was a little guy with a big head and a brain. Bu Shi is now more studying talismans and thunder methods, and practicing boxing is a hobby and strengthening the body.

On the third day, the heat in the body completely disappeared, and the little guy was full of energy. After putting on his favorite red clothes, he shone with his red face. He did not have that kind of stunning beauty in the moment, but he became more and more pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Xiao Nian'er's door finally opened. The man who didn't care about him was a little tired today. It was the first time Xing Zhen has seen such a haggard appearance since he met him.

After being surprised, he went forward to care instinctively: What's wrong with Senior Xiaonian'er? He is feeling uncomfortable?

It was dinner time, and the Dandelion Peach Blossom Bu Shi and the puppy were there. Only one yellow cow was missing from the group, and it was tied up in the inn courtyard.

Everyone stopped what they were in their hands and looked at Xiao Nian, full of concern. At this time, Xiao Nian was truly integrated into this group.

After looking around, Xiaonian'er raised her thumbs up and pointed at her nose proudly, "Who am I? I am a swordsman, a great swordsman. How could there be any physical problems?"

Then I proudly turned into narcissism: You have a conscience and actually know how to care about this great swordsman. My hard work for the past three days has not been in vain. Well, why are you still a little satisfied?

The stinky guy talked to himself, and the crowd was in vaguely waiting to listen. Look at me, I look at you, surprise and worry flashed in their eyes.

Xiao Nian'er saw it and hurriedly drank: What are you thinking? You can't think that I was foolish when I practiced martial arts, right?

Everyone nodded in unison, including the puppies, and chickens pecked at the rice.

Xiao Nian'er was almost so angry that she vomited blood, and she made her butt to the table. She picked up the wine glass and gulped it out in one go.

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Chapter completed!