He took the big tiger and the second tiger down to wash and change his clothes. After taking off his clothes, he found that the big tiger grabbed the bear's claws with his chest, which was fuzzy and terrifying.

Wei Chi frowned and blamed him, "Don't you know if you are injured? Are you beaten stupid?"

He asked Erhu to go to Weiwen's office and brought the first aid kit he carried with him. Before leaving the door, Xie Jiu was careful and said that it was hunting and was easily injured, so he packed up a small medical first aid package. Unexpectedly, he actually used it.

Dahu smiled silently: "I didn't feel the pain at that time, I didn't notice it."

Wei Chi was funny and asked him, "What does it hurt?"

Dahu's honest eyes really thought about it and answered seriously: "When I was six years old, I went up the mountain to hunt with my younger brother. I was injured by the iron teeth of the beast armor. That was the most painful. After that, I felt that it was not as painful as it was."

Wei Chi smiled and felt more and more that he was lucky. He actually got back with such a solid and skilled brother. I wonder which of the two brothers and Xie Jiu is better than Xie Jiu? Well, I have the chance to compete with them.

He told Dahu not to break the wound or touch the water. Dahu honestly agreed. After the wound was treated, he was drunk and the barbecue conference was so lively. As soon as Wei Chi went out, he was pulled over by Cheng Zhijie.

"Wei Chi Wei Ziyue, Wei Silang Wei Xiaosi! You are actually hiding your own private parts!"

Once in the past, Wei Chi was labeled as such a big hat by Cheng Zhijie, and there were as many as four titles. The accent and tone, there were still Wei Chi. Now, basically, members of the Tang Dynasty Locust Army kept their mouths open, making Wei Chi both happy and sad. What was happy was that he saw the power of popular words. What was sad was that the original pure Beijing accent was now all over the world. The one Cheng Zhijie just now was the Shandong Jeju accent version.

Wei Chi quickly expressed his innocence: "Wait, Uncle Cheng, I can't afford to take this charge. I will explain it first, otherwise I will die with my eyes and I will not be able to close my eyes."

"Okay, let your kid understand. Tell me, my chef went to worship your chef as his master, why didn't you learn to make the thing you brought with you called braised food? What kind of tea eggs, and sandwiches? This is not hidden privately, what else is it called? You are not kind, you hide privately to your uncle! Ask me, should you beat me?"

Cheng Zhijie was very excited. If Wei Chi hadn't been quick-witted, he would have spitted on Wei Chi's face. Wei Chi quickly looked at his adoptive father innocently. His adoptive father touched his beard and made a smile on Maitreya, saying, "Cheng Yaojin, you old man, don't bully Silang. Your cook did not worship Silang's chef as a master. Why do you teach you everything! Is there any reason? Bullying the junior, you are a good person!"

Well said! The adoptive father is wise!

Wei Chi wanted to applaud and yell like this, but considering Cheng Zhijie's martial arts value, he could only regretfully give up his thoughts.

"I'm nothing, it's Wei Chi and Wei Xiaosi's uncle. Is it okay for my nephew to respect my uncle? Brother Shubao, I'll just ask you this question, is it okay?"

Cheng Zhijie smiled so proudly, the scoundrel face was exposed to his righteousness.

"Okay, Cheng Zhijie, you actually bullied me, Lao Qin's house. Come on, I haven't done anything for many days. Let's practice, let me, Lao Qin, see if you have made any progress in your three axes!" The two old men's quarrel were very scary, and their saliva was flying with saliva. Wei Chi and others had no color on their faces.

"Okay! I, Cheng Zhijie, are you still afraid of you, Uncle Qin's mature copper mace! Come on, who is afraid of whom!"

After saying that, two old men, one looked for a double mace and the other was looking for a plan to fight. On the side, Li Ji, Yuchi Gong and other familiar old generals did not persuade them to fight, but even made a fuss, each choosing one to support them, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"Well, Uncle Cheng, adoptive father, is just a braised food, no need...

Wei Chi ran away before he finished speaking. Why? Because the two old men jumped up too much dust, the guy ate a mouthful of ashes as soon as he spoke. Qin Meng quickly pulled him aside and sat down. He was not surprised at all, and looked at peace and said, "I don't know how to do it. My father and Uncle Cheng just play around with it."

Wei Chi was stunned and murmured: "The autumn wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of whom on the hunting ground!"

Qin Meng next to him squirted out a sip of wine, pointed at Wei Chi and laughed wildly, making this guy lower his head embarrassedly, how could he say what he thought in his heart! A mistake.

The noise here alarmed His Majesty Li Er. His Majesty Li Er didn't care about the two old men fighting and went straight to the point: "Why did the fight start this time?"

Yuchi Gong laughed and said, "I just forgot it for a while, and let my chef make up for it."

The old men nodded with satisfaction and turned their attention to the fight between the two old men. His Majesty Li Er looked nostalgic and said, "It's been a long time since I saw Shubao use force."

Wei Chi's knight only said that his adoptive father was not talking about Cheng Zhijie. Could it be that Cheng Zhijie would find someone to fight when he has time?!

Qin Meng probably saw his brother's doubts and explained in a low voice: "Uncle Cheng is better at martial arts. As long as he is in the capital, he will find a few uncles and uncles to compete from time to time. Those present have basically competed with Uncle Cheng."

What a martial arts competition?! I'm afraid I'm going to fight if I'm itchy! Wei Chi is sweating.

Sure enough, the time for this game was over with just one incense stick. It happened that Wei Wen's other round of barbecue was served. Wei Chi was extremely suspicious. The two old men had calculated the time before taking action, otherwise would it be such a coincidence?

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"Zi Yue, it's your place!"

After eating barbecue and cooking, I exercised to digest food. I wonder if the fight between the two old coaches caused interest, or the energy was not fully vented on the mountain, but a bad guy I didn't know suggested a competition.

In martial arts competition, Wei Chi can also push the big tiger and the two tigers, and compare archery. His Majesty Li Er said that the six arts of gentlemen, etiquette, music, shooting, imperial, book, and number. Even Fang Xuanling, Fang and Wei Zheng, can go on stage to shoot a few arrows. It is impossible for Wei Chi, a young man, to move nothing!

Wei Chi, a ignorant guy, was sent by His Majesty Li Er, to train him; he had never seen this guy touch the piano or play the zither, and he could only yell two popular songs; Yu, this guy has a servant and a groom at home, so he doesn't need to learn it; he doesn't need to mention his calligraphy, but fortunately he has read a lot of books; he has a lucky number of books, but fortunately, this guy has another one to be proud of; ejaculation... I don't need to mention this.

Under the gaze of His Majesty Li Er, the ministers, the children of the ministers, and the playboys in the capital, Wei Chi took off the bow on his back. This was the light bow specially found for him by the housekeeper, and Wei Chi could pull it all with all his strength.

He raised his head and chest, walked up with a proud and proud manner, pulled his bow, and was about to ejaculate—

"Wait first, Ziyue, how many stone bow are you doing?"

Wei Chi's face remained unchanged: "Return to Your Majesty, one stone."

A gust of autumn wind blew, sweeping away a fallen leaf, and everyone was petrified. After a while, a burst of warm laughter broke out in the crowd. Wei Chi's face was still unchanged. There was nothing to do about it. Modern people sit in the office for too much, and their arm strength is not as strong as others. There is nothing to be inferior to others. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a weakness, weakness, and a ruler has strength, and a shortcoming. This guy thinks he is a doctor, and his arm strength is not as strong as others. There is nothing to be ashamed of. The growth environment is different.

He walked forward at the target, aimed at the target, shot the arrow, and then screamed - and then, a group of people fell down, laughing.

The guy's arrow was released, but his strength was not enough and he could not shoot the target. He thought he would fail, but as a result, he shot to the guard standing guard next to him, hitting the thigh and moving it two inches to the side, which was the point where he was the key, which was the last one.

Wei Chi wiped a cold sweat and hurried over to first aid. Fortunately, thanks to this guy's weak arm and did not shoot into the flesh. He just cut a hole and the arrow slid open. The wound was not deep, so he just pulled it longer and sprinkled anti-inflammatory drugs, and told the injured guard not to get water, and not even need bandages.
Chapter completed!