Chen Mo's face was slightly sinking. Although he didn't want to fight with Du Tian, ​​it did not mean that he was willing to be beaten.

Seeing that Du Tian rushed, the boots stepped on the ground, and the true gas gathered in the right arm. When Du Tian rushed to the closer, he punch it.

Bang!

Double punch hedging, the peach blossoms around the surroundings, both of them were retired and retreated.

"OK."

Seeing that Chen Mo was serious, Du Tian was not angry and happy. He was called by others as martial arts, not only practicing martial arts day and night, but also liked to challenge various masters.

It's almost obsessed, and over time, there is a name of martial arts.

He can temper his martial arts from the battle with people. If he encounters similar opponents, he can get many benefits and even break through the war.

"Look at my hand back fist!"

Du Tian squatted his waist, the front of the front hand, the front toes, the tip of the nose was on the vertical line, danced in his fist, sticked clothes, and soberly.

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"Stop."

At this moment, a sound of a drink is the voice of Dening County.

However, his fist has been rushed out. At this time, he stopped and closed, and he would only hurt himself. Therefore, Du Tian ignored the words of Dening County.

Chen Mo browed slightly, took a sigh of breath, mobilized the whole body of qi and blood, and mobilized the power of the dragon "蚺" to the whole body.

In this case, he also wants to try how his combat power is.

His physical strength, and with the black tiger boxing, the same double boxing bombarded, and he was bombarded with Du Tian.

When Four Boxing collided with a strong collision, both of the feet sinking were sinking, and the strength was diarrhea. The two took a few steps after closing, leaving a few deep footprints on the soft mud, and then entangled again.
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This time Chen Mo Kuai people step by step.

Before Du Tian's punch, he had to hit the chest, and the tango had a strong knee kick and smashed it on Du Tian's chest.

He was afraid of hurting Du Tian, ​​so he was just pure flesh, and he did not have any martial arts.

嘭!

Du Tian's knee bent.

He wanted to lift his fists to change, and he was too late to resist. He pressed Chen Mo's legs slightly with both hands.

When he was about to fall to the ground, Du Tiang's palm patted on the ground, his body was empty, and his feet fell slightly.

"Cough ..." Qi and blood came up from the chest cavity, so that Du Tian coughing a few times before pressed.

"Xiaotian." Denning County's opinion changed, thinking that Du Tian was injured.

When I was about to check, Du Tian laughed three times: "Good good, I haven't been so happy for a long time, come again."

Du Tian sinks his knees, swinging one arm with one arm, there is a knocking sound.

The master of Dening County was relieved, but soon he showed his face and scolded: "Come on, the skin is itchy?"

Hearing the words, Du Tian's scalp is numb, you can only close it.

"Mrs. Ning, Chen Baihu ..." The master of Dening County owed a gift, saying: "It is not strict in the palace's management, let the two laughed.

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"Don't dare." Chen Mo was panicked and quickly bowed.

Chen Mo faced Du Tian's arch.

Ning Yuelan will also take the wrong past.

People are just a few polite. If you take it seriously, it is your wrong.

"Look at you, learn people." The master of Dening County glared at Du Tian, ​​but did not call Du Tian to accompany Chen Mo to accompany him. After all, his identity was not equal, and then Chen Mo exaggerated: "Chen Baihu is young.

Light, a martial arts is so extraordinary, admire this palace. "

"Don't dare." Chen Mo bowed again.

Du Tian, ​​who was standing behind Dening County, was drawn a few times in Chen Mo, saying that the day was compared with the next day.

But Chen Mo did not understand.

The master of Denning County changed from this palace to me again, and said: "I just listened to Mrs. Ning said that Chen Baijia was also quite good at poetry and songs, and had surpassed Mrs. Ning.

Add a Xingzi. "

Dening County's eyes look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at Ning Yuelan, and the latter was also surprised. Just now the master of Dening County asked her about the Xueyin Wine Club. Ning Yuelan was afraid of exposing the stuffing.

It ’s not good for my own poetry.

She never expected that Denning County Master would let Chen Mo poetry.

"County Lord, this ..." When Ning Yuelan wanted to help Chen Mo refuse.

Chen Mo took off a peach blossom and laughed: "Then use this peach blossom as a poem."

Then he groaned for a while, slowly said: "Peach blossoms are warm and congenital, who does not seem to see. Unfortunately, the wind blows behind, Yin Hong's film is a berry table."

This is the "Peach Blossom" of the Tang Dynasty Zhou Pu.

When Chen Mo was studying in elementary school in the past, the three hundred Tang poems.

Fortunately, because of spiritual consciousness, he remembered that he was very clear about his childhood.

The Lord of Denning County is the younger daughter of Zhenxi Hou. It is not as good as the two sisters who have died in the martial arts.

This poem is very rich in this scene. Doesn't she just can't help but bloom the flowers of peach blossoms?

As soon as the flowering period is over, the peach blossoms fall to the ground, isn't the blood red color embellished on the moss?

"Good poems. Chen Baihuo can Wen and can be martial arts.

"Don't dare to be." Chen Mo had a self -knowledge, it was Zhou Pu strong.

The master of Dening County smiled. He originally wanted Chen Mo to give himself a poem, but he wanted to come to see it today. It was not appropriate. After a few more words, he took Du Tian away.

Ning Yuelan saw the master of Dening County, and relieved, and came up to hug Chen Mo's arm: "Mo Lang, I did not expect that the master of Denning County was the exam for you.

Those words, bother you. "

"It's okay, it has long been expected, so these days, the people wrote some poems with wind and snow, and I had to memorize it. At this moment, I just took it out."

In order to prevent the beautiful lady from blaming himself, Chen Mo held Ning Yuelan's waist and raised his hand and scraped it lightly on the beauty's nose.

"Molang, do you say that this poem is written?" Ning Yuelan froze, the poem was really good, so she asked curiously: "Who do you ask?"

"Zhou Pu, but people are no longer in Beijing." Chen Modao.

"Oh." Ning Yuelan nodded.

Looking at the beautiful face close at hand, the shiny lips, Chen Mo bowed his head and kissed it, and his hands were skilled in his hips.

Soon, Ning Yuelan felt a bit hot, pushed Chen Mo away, and said, "This ... is outside, there are people."

"Then go to your house."
Chapter completed!