The First Chaos In History

Zhao Yun rode a horse called "Zhao Tongfu" and fought with old Zhao. Zhao had a intensive offensive under the rage, and his gun ideas were like wind and rain. Zhao Yun sat on the horse, although he was easy to deal with. But seeing that the other party was so mad at this age, I couldn't help feeling anxious, and I didn't know what I said wrong.

In fact, most of the old Zhao’s anger was because his idol was insulted. They are all rude generals. It is normal to say "I am your ancestor" when facing the battlefield, but a young man actually claimed He is Zhao Yun, and Lao Zhao can't stand this.

There are two kinds of idols, one is that you still call to love him today, and you will feel stupid tomorrow, and the other is that can affect you for the rest of your life. Such idols are generally not too beautiful, and they are not necessarily so. He can sing and act, but he can benefit you for a lifetime. He is a territory in your heart that you can never desecrate. Zhao Yun should be such an idol in Lao Zhao's heart. This can be heard from the way he talks about Zhao Yun. Of course, There is only one ancestor named Zhao Tongfu who doesn't show his face. Our Xiao family pushes up and there is another ancestor named Xiao Gouwa.

On the field, the two Zhaos fought each other. Although old Zhao's aura was fierce, he couldn't help Zhao Yun at all. Gradually, everyone saw that the two men's marksmanship seemed to be quite close, but Zhao Yun was completely natural, and the black-faced handsome boy sat on the horse Yue Zhiyuan. Stop, the gun line that was pierced was sometimes soft and sometimes resolute. The gun in his hand seemed to extend his arm. Looking at Lao Zhao, I had to admire the old man’s physical strength. Frozen green danced up and down, but there was a person busy working alone, not even close to Zhao Yun's side, the old man was angry and anxious. Riding horses around the field, Zhao Yun and Zhao Tongfu cooperated tacitly, neither falling into the wind nor pressing harder, looking from a distance. The scene was very different: an old man with a gray beard jumped up and down around a young queen. Yelling. On the contrary, the young man was as stable as Mount Tai. If this situation falls, it can be understood as the teacher feeding the students, but at present it can only be explained as being harassing others.

The people present did not rub the sand in their eyes. They saw that if Zhao Yun hadn't taken into account the age of his opponent, Zhao would have been unable to resist it. But Zhao didn't know whether it was a fan of the authorities or shameless. Zhao Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him. The left shot and the right shot went on endlessly. After more than ten minutes, he was finally exhausted and started to take advantage of the second horse's wrong stirrup to catch his breath, but he didn't stop like this, and he took more than 50 shots. The old man was out of breath holding the saddle...

Zhao Yun cautiously said, "Old man, how about a tie for us?"

Old Zhao was out of breath and said, "No...no, you can't just leave it like that...If you have another 20 strokes, you will definitely lose."

Although Zhao Yun is kind, but not hypocritical, he scratched his head and said: "Forgive me, the old general will fight with such speed and strength. It is still difficult to tell the winner within 20 moves."

Old Zhao pressed his hands on his chest and said, "That's because the old man didn't make use of the housekeeper's ability. You can take the trick, Xiaohua." As he urged the horse, the spear hit Zhao Yun's chest, and Zhao Yun pulled "Zhao Tongfu". The money stepped aside and commented: "This trick would be much better if the senior carp jumped over the dragon gate can stab it from the bottom up."

Old Zhao thought for a while and said, "Well, it seems to be reasonable. Then you can watch this trick again." He said that the spear was swept away. Zhao Yun pulled away his gun body and said: "This trick has been used since ancient times to sweep the army, but according to the younger generations, it is most common to add a rotating force to the wrist when the gun is shot."

Old Zhao was puzzled: "Hey, my father told me the same way back then, but I never understood how to turn—"

"So..." Zhao Yun held the gun in front of Lao Zhao, and personally demonstrated it to him: "The hand is like this when the gun is fired, wait until the other person is in front of it..."

Because it was slow motion, Old Zhao was able to get out of the way easily. Zhao Yun said, "How about the effect of your try?" Old Zhao turned the gun out as he did. Zhao Yun patiently accompany him to experiment. Old Zhao Xinxi said: "Sure enough It's a lot more refreshing." Zhao Yun was also very pleased: "Older people are not slow in understanding, we have to rely on wrist strength to make guns."

Old Zhao eagerly said: "Then you will see how to change this trick." The leader's head was pinned to his heel, and more than 20,000 people in the military yard of the school watched Zhao Yun pointing the old man's marksmanship. The atmosphere was quite strange.

After nearly half an hour, Zhao Yun saw that it was not early, and clasped his fist and said: "Old man, how about let's learn another day?"

Only then did Lao Zhao realize that this is still in the martial arts competition, blushing and said: "The old man has forgotten the time. The young man's marksmanship is really good. As the saying goes, three people must have my teacher. From this perspective, the old man will be taught." Is it the saying?

Zhao Yun said: "The juniors have also benefited a lot." Isn't it? He has just reviewed the basic skills.

Old Zhao was convinced by Zhao Yun at this time. He looked at each other again and said regretfully: "Good boy, it's a pity that there is no morality in his mouth. The old man originally wanted to accept a closed disciple." He snorted, as if To go.

I sighed: "I have seen shameless people, I have never seen such shameless people."

Lao Zhao returned to the general stage and found himself a step down. He rushed to Wu Sangui and said: "Your Majesty, the minister is fortunate to live up to his life, and he is able to test out that the young player is still capable."

Wu Sangui sighed and said: "The old general has worked hard." Everyone knew that he had already planted his noodles at home. He lost inexplicably in the first two rounds, and was embarrassed in the third round. As a result, he didn't even try to find out how deep he was. I am afraid that sending people to fight again will not be good, and it will have to be a notorious gang fight. Wu Sangui pressed the corner of the table with his hand and leaned forward to look at us, his eyes full of complexities.

Zhao Yun urged the horse to come back and said, "Brother Xiaoqiang, do you think it's okay?"

I picked up my thumb and said, "Good job." I went to the stage and saw Wu Sangui looking at this place scorchingly. I shouted: "It's broken, the old traitor can't afford to lose and kill us." "I stretched out my hand at Zhao Yun, and said anxiously, "Quick Zilong, should you give me the military advisor's kit, right?" Zhao Yun leaned into his arms and said, "I'll get it for you."

Wu Sangui over there suddenly said loudly: "We have all seen the marksmanship of that young general, so what is the extraordinary ability of Xiao Zhuangshi?"

I scolded: "Damn it's Laozi again—Zilong, hurry up."

"Found it." Zhao Yun sealed Zhuge Liang's kit and put it in my hand. I couldn't wait to open it, and saw four big characters written on it: "Compete with him!"

...What does this mean, what does it mean to compare wine with him? This is much harder to understand than his first kit!

Zhao Yun also looked up and saw. I spread the kit in front of him and said, "What does this mean?" Zhao Yun wondered, "Did the military adviser ask you to drink alcohol with him?"

I was holding this kit that no one could understand. Helpless in every possible way, I had to shout: "Return to your Majesty. Xiaoqiang has no other ability. Drinking is unparalleled in the world."

Unexpectedly, the old traitor was stunned for a while after listening, and then laughed up to the sky and said loudly: "Xiaoqiang, do you know my nickname?"

I was stunned: "I don't know."

Wu Sangui patted the table and laughed: "I was also known as the world's best drinker, and I have never lost it. I didn't expect to run into an opponent today-come, bring wine!" His next general saw that the boss was finally refreshed. , They all took the opportunity to pat the horse, and laughed one by one: "Your Majesty, let the ministers wait." From this point, we can see what a wine pouch is called a rice bag. To be honest, it is better than drinking. I and Zhao Yun may not be able to fight the general king or general Li, just look at the stomach.

Wu Sangui waved his hand and smiled: "You wait to retreat, and I'm going to compete with Xiaoqiang myself." All the generals laughed: "Yes, get the wine quickly." The atmosphere is very good and loving, as if to The same as attending a wedding banquet.

Until now, I have a little admiration for Zhuge Liang. We, Mr. Lu Xun, said that this guy is so wise and close to a demon. It really deserves a reputation. He can guess from my three-word and five-language description of Wu Sangui's character--Wu Sangui is suspicious, but he has figured it out for his bold and faceless character. In order to eliminate his suspicion, let Zhao Yunlian first. After winning three games, such a capable person can still make contributions while galloping on the battlefield. Of course, he will not go to other people's domestic response. After three games. Although Wu Sangui was eager for love, his face was lost. At this time, I needed to find a step to ease the scene, so I called myself a good drinker. Wine, a large quantity, is innocuous, but it can quickly heat up the atmosphere. Wu Sangui happened to be riding on a lame donkey. There is no reason to see such a big Po Yan? Impressed!

Seeing that I was still in a daze, Wu Sangui exclaimed: "Xiaoqiang, come on, are you timid?" His generals burst into laughter again. The wine hasn't been drunk yet, everyone has become one.

In fact, speaking of it, Wu Sangui may not be very wary of us from the beginning. He can come out to greet us in person. Is there a shortage of 500 people? This is related to a problem of public opinion and propaganda. After all, it is a big gimmick for someone to take refuge in an unfavorable situation. Zhao Yun won three games in a row, and the old traitor naturally accepted it sincerely. Now there is less wine to resolve the estrangement. As for who wins and who loses this time, the old guy is no longer thinking about it.

Of course it’s not even in my consideration-I walked up to the stage with a smile on my face, but immediately couldn’t laugh again: I saw hundreds of soldiers with a jug of wine in front of the stage, and they could pour one catty at a time. The sea bowl of wine is more than a mile long, and the wine is poured in like a long dragon. It seems that this one cannot be the end...

The old traitor has stayed with me for a year, but I know his amount~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A meal of 3 bottles of multi-degree liquor can also use chopsticks to pinch sesame seeds, my 38-degree wine is just half a catty, happy I can drink 8 taels, but I need to vomit twice...

If you really want to drink it, it won't be endless. I have to stop cooking for the second bowl, and the old guy has to be suspicious of me.

Holding a blue medicine in my hand, I walked to the two rows of bowls in front of the stage, covered it with a sleeve and threw it into the bowl in front of my head, and then naturally brought it in front of Wu Sangui with both hands: "Your Majesty, please." Now the technology of poisoning is unparalleled in the world.

Wu Sangui took it smoothly, and smiled: "The wine shop is no big or small, so you can do it yourself."

I picked up another bowl, held my head high, and said, "That Xiaoqiang is offended—Go!"

The two of us clinked glasses and drank while looking up. Wu Sangui’s soldiers and the soldiers brought by Zhao Yun cheered and booed. Of course, I was just pretending to drink while I kept peeking at the old guy. Wu Sangui raised his neck. A bowl of wine has already been consumed, and I was still pretending to sip, Wu Sangui flashed the empty bowl to everyone, and smiled: "Xiaoqiang, you are still drinking so slowly." I was just stunned. Listening to the old traitor whispering to me in the cheers of Shanhu: "Why are you here? Didn't you let you come?"...