Ding Ergou's life as a hunter

Since the turbid Taoist priest said that Ding Ergou picked itself, I was embarrassed to come in and watch, so I drank the wild mountain tea brought by Ding Ergou outside the door, but I couldn't come out in the first class, and the second class couldn't come out.

The Taoist Yizhuo was a little anxious. When he walked into the house, he saw that Ding Ergou was sitting on the ground leaning on the chair.

"Hey, Secretary Ding, Secretary Ding, flowing from the ground, get up and fall asleep on the bed." The Taoist priest gently pushed Ding Ergou and said.

"Well, why am I asleep?" Ding Ergou opened his eyes and saw the Taoist priest Yizhuo was looking at him like an old god.

"Did you find what you want to learn?" Taoist Yizhuo said with a smile.

"Well, I'll learn it once I find it, it's simple and easy to learn." Ding Ergou handed a book to the Taoist priest of Turbid. Ding Ergou's Life of Beautiful Hunting 278

Taoist Yizhu took it and almost fainted. It turned out that this was a book explaining "Tai Chi Thirteen Styles". He himself didn't know how many years this book has been. Anyway, it was left by his master.

These are the treasures of Taoism.

However, although I practice martial arts, I still have to practice for fitness.

It's not a work overnight.

"Master Taoist, how long will it take for me to practice the kung fu in this book?"

"You, one morning," said a Taoist priest casually.

"One morning, that's so easy?"

"Secretary Ding, to be honest, if you practice this shelf, there is no problem in the morning, but if you practice the actual combat you are talking about, there is no ten or eight years, there is no door."

"Ah, for so long, I'm over thirty then. This can only be used for actual combat. It's a little too long." Ding Ergou was disappointed.

A turbid Taoist Eye's eyes turned to: "Of course, this is not necessarily. There are many strange things in this world. Maybe Secretary Ding happens to be a genius who practice this kung fu.

It's not bad. Even if it can't be used for practical combat for a while, it's good to cultivate one's own self-cultivation." The Taoist priest of Yizhuo was afraid that he would go in and flip through his things again, so he said.

Wear and wears, and do n’t wear them. Everyone likes to listen to good words. Ding Ergou is also a human. I know that this is a turbid Taoist priest who is perfunctory, but I still be glad to ask him how to practice these 13 styles.

A turbid Taoist priest is also based on the principle of not as much as one thing, so the two practiced in the guest hall. Not to mention one morning, less than an hour, Ding Ergou has learned almost, and it is a turbid.

Taoist priests are a material for learning martial arts. In fact, they are ordinary people. They should learn all Tai Chi at this time.

After the Taoist priest taught Ding Ergou basic moves, he threw the book to Ding Ergou, and then he went to bed with three steps, leaving Ding Ergou gestured in the living room.

Ding Ergou is a person who knows what he wants to do. Since he has this opportunity to ask his master for advice, he has been very busy until dawn the next day, when a Taoist priest got up to do morning class, he actually saw Ding.

Ergou was practicing the thirteen stances he taught him last night in the morning light, and he returned to the bottom of the tree to read the book from time to time. Now the Taoist priest couldn't understand it. This guy was really not on a whim.

It seems that I am a bit persistent and determined, and I have been practicing well since I was last night's flower stand.

The Spring Festival is a day for ordinary people to rest, but it is also a time for each other to move closer to each other, so officials are no exception. When Ding Ergou took a cold shower with the well water in front of a turbid Taoist priest's door, his phone rang.

It's.

Although he felt a little tired after a night of practice, he felt that his muscles and bones were much more flexible. And while he was constantly practicing over and over again, he was also thinking about which move to better attack the enemy.

It was his great success in learning this thing.

"Hey, what are you asking me for during the Chinese New Year? Good for the Chinese New Year." Ding Ergou made a phone call while wiping his head with a towel.

"Where are you going? It's the Chinese New Year, and you don't even have a word. Isn't this the second year? If you're fine, come to Baishan. If the classmates at our police academy get together, you'll be missing."

"Oh, this matter, can you not go? I'm busy here too."

"You're so busy. It's the New Year and the second day. The bosses don't go to work. You can't see you even if you go to work. You'll come over to meet your brothers. It's been a long time since I saw you. It's better to participate in more activities like this.

, Maybe one day it will be available, you know what I mean?"

"Okay, okay, I will pass, you send me the address". Ding Ergou’s Hunting Life 278

Ke Zihua is right. If you are in the world, how can you not make a few friends? What's more, this kind of official world where people are killed without blood. Sometimes, one more information can determine a person's future.

And this information is given by those who you usually have good destiny, so it is true that many friends, multiple roads, multiple enemies, and more walls.

"Master, I took this book away. I'll give you the comic strips. Keep them for yourself." The Taoist priest Yizhuo was in the house, and Ding Ergou picked up his clothes and walked down the mountain, giving Du Shankui the same way as he walked.

Call and let him pick him up.

When a turbid Taoist priest came out to send him, he had run away for a long time. The turbid Taoist priest sighed and returned to the house.

, But he thought about it again, what's the use of staying here? For more than 30 years, he hasn't seen him a few times. If it wasn't for Ding Ergu to find out, maybe he would forget that there was this thing.

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