The Rongxi team, named Rongxi, should be a lively team, but when Du He arrived in the west of the city, he saw a magic team that was completely different from what he imagined.

There were some rain lines floating in the sky, falling on the green tiles of the old alley, dyeing them all darkly. Rong Xiban was in such a very wet and dark old courtyard, and he didn't even have a sign.

Du He found out all the way outside the gate of Rongxi's squad, and saw several tables in the courtyard. Many men and women were competing for wine and drinking. Men and women sat casually, but they all looked very close, as if a large number of women were disciples.

At first glance, these people do not have the exaggerated and exaggerated atmosphere of many teams, but they have many of the world's great spirits. Their drinking style is simple and clear. If they lose, they drink with a big bowl. If they win, they only smile and say a word or two to make fun of it. They get along very well.

Judging from the traces of the use of the stone lock stone bell in the corner of the yard, it is still a team that attaches great importance to hard work.

Free and easy, harmonious and generous are Du He’s first impression of Rongxiban.

In comparison, even the Kui class was not so lively and harmonious. Thanks to the suppression and disagreement of senior brother Zhang Afa year after year, the disciples were better at their own business, almost working as accomplices or following the mates, and almost like Qi Qianer, they were driven out and expelled from the sect.

Du He suddenly felt that this trip he had come was a bit abnormal, so he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the middle-aged man who was mixed with the disciples, and was about to turn his head and leave.

However, the more I don’t want to attract attention, the more I always attract others’ attention.

Du He turned around and suddenly collided with a young man who was running over quickly.

"Oh hey! You don't look at people when you walk!"

Before Du He could do anything, the young man rubbed his painful shoulders and started complaining first.

Just as he was about to speak, Du He suddenly had his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the young man carefully. Especially after his ears turned, he closed his mind about disputes, lowered his head and said straightforwardly: "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

The young man said "Huh?" and said strangely, "Liuzi, why are you here? I'm still looking for you!" Suddenly his face changed and he said, "You are not Liuzi, who are you?"

Du He was confused by the young man in men's clothing and said in confusion: "Who is Liuzi?"

The young woman shook her head, then looked closer to Du He, and retreated without being satisfied, saying, "It's so strange, there are people who look so similar."

After saying that, he looked up again and said fiercely: "Since you are not Liuzi, you just hit me, apologize to me!"

Du He said embarrassedly: "I have already said that I am too humble..."

The young woman blinked and said "Oh" and looked unsatisfied:

"How can you make a noise? Forget it, since you admit your mistake, I'm still in a hurry. It's a bargain, so you can go."

After saying that, he waved his hand in disgust, as if he stopped arguing with Du He was giving Du He a great face.

"Azhu, the younger generation is seeing your true identity. If you don't want to talk to you too much, you are still ungrateful."

At this moment, a middle-aged male voice full of energy reached Du He's ears. Du He's pupils shrank slightly and turned his head instantly. He saw the middle-aged man he had just looked at was walking towards him in a tiger's step, strode towards him.

The person who came was about forty years old, wearing a coarse Tang suit, and his bronze face was particularly eye-catching, and he was extraordinary at first sight.

Wang Xingbao.

Du He murmured in his heart.

In an instant, his back was shaking, and he was shocked.

"Little brother, here is Wang Xingbao. This is the little girl holding a pearl. The little girl is unruly and is abrupt. Please forgive me."

Wang Xingbao walked up to Du He in a blink of an eye, hugged his fists, and gave Du He a peer gift from a martial arts family. Then, Wang Xianzhu, who disguised himself as a man, snorted lightly, and enthusiastically grabbed Du He's wrist and said, "The person who came here is a guest. Today is Xiaoshou. If you don't dislike it, come in and have a drink of water and wine, just pretend that you won't know each other without fighting?"

Du He felt more and more embarrassed.

In terms of heart, if Wang Xingbao had not competed with Du's father and had a grudge against Du Hexin, he would like to be friends with people like Wang Xingbao, or even make friends.

But he was inseparable from his father's death, so Du He became a little complicated with the person in front of him.

"It's better to have another day, I won't bother you."

Du He thought about it, but still refused Wang Xingbao's invitation.

"Dad, you see, he said he was disturbing me, let's forget it. I bought the wine, let's continue drinking!"

Wang Xianzhu, who was standing beside him, saw the opportunity and hurriedly inserted it between the two, separated Du He and Wang Xingbao, and enthusiastically pulled Wang Xingbao into it.

Wang Xingbao coughed and said seriously: "Nonsense, you girl movies, I'll deal with you later. Brother, come, we don't care about those ones. It's fate to happen if you happen to be a coincidence. Come in!"

Du He was brought into the seat under the influence of the two fathers and daughters pushing and pulling openly.

Several disciples seemed to have become accustomed to each other and rushed to each other and poured out an empty seat for Du He. Wang Xingbao enthusiastically put a wine bowl for Du He, bent down and lifted it behind the empty back, and instantly a pot of Shaoxing Huadiao in his hand, poured it into Du He's bowl.

It was not until this hand was performed that Wang Xingbao slightly eliminated the aura of martial arts and gave Du and him the feeling of being a magician.

Hiding things on the body and making things empty-handed can be turned into things. They are all basic skills for a magician to live until he is old. Wang Xingbao used this trick without any fireworks, and it was natural and there was no flaw. As soon as an expert took action, Du He knew that Wang Xingbao was not a person who was famous for his reputation, but had real skills. At least, if Du He performed this trick, he would not be able to do so naturally and admire him.

Du He drank the glass of wine, looked around, and asked with a smile: "But I don't know if this is your Gui Geng this year?"

"It's forty-eight, and I'm still like a young man. I'll be worried all day long! I'll find a woman to control you tomorrow!"

Without saying anything, Wang Xianzhu, who was beside him, snorted lightly and glanced at Wang Xingbao with his hips.

The disciples next to them all laughed softly, wanting to laugh but afraid of the headmaster's preaching. Those who are brave even shouted in the corner: "Class master, if you really give in, I will ask for leave tomorrow and go home to go to your old lady!"

"Go!" Wang Xingbao laughed and scolded, "No big or small!"

Du He looked at the interaction full of deep feelings of master and apprentice, and couldn't help but smile on his face. He no longer doubted that the atmosphere of a team was largely inseparable from the leaders of the team. Judging from the close enthusiasm of the apprentices and Wang Xingbao, even if Wang Xingbao competed with his father, he was not the kind of class master who secretly attacked others.

Du He took a breath and said with a smile: "I don't know if you have celebrated your birthday, so I'll make a hurry to make a comedy. Just make me feel ugly."

When Wang Xingbao heard Du He's words, he became excited and said happily: "Oh? I wonder what the little brother has prepared? Those kids are the same every year. Why not give me two kilograms of wine, haha, it's nothing new!"

Du He didn't answer, and had tweaked his sleeves for a while before, but it was ready. When Wang Xingbao was ready, he walked to the outside of the table, held up a few colorful projectiles with both hands, rubbed them, and threw them into the air together.

When several people thought Du He had just made a beautiful and simple colored pink magic trick with "Fairy Washing Shirt" that sounded nice and simple, they were all stunned.

I saw that the paintballs in the air grew in the wind and stopped falling, turning into dozens of soft light balls floating in the air. After the halos collided with each other, the colors continued to shine, becoming more colorful. After a few breaths, the light balls had already covered this small courtyard, floating among the crowd like dreams, and everyone's face was full of fantasy colors.

Wang Xianzhu was so intoxicated that when the reactants added to the paintball were consumed, the light ball slowly disappeared into the air, leaving only a intoxicating sweet fragrance in the air.

"Forty-eight goddesses offer lamps, wishing Mr. Wang good health and good health. I have a good dream tonight. All my wishes come true when I wake up from my dream." Du He bowed respectfully and returned to his seat.

Wang Xingbao murmured: "King Xiang...the goddess...provide the lamp, alas...thank you little brother, I haven't had a good dream for a long time."

As Du He's performance ended, everyone passed by the initial shock. When they looked at Du He again, they felt a little respectful, and then they also presented their own gifts.

I don’t know if Du He is an illusion, but he feels that since his performance ends, Wang Xingbao has always been absent-minded and lost.

After Wang Xingbao received the gift, the disciples toasted a wave of wine. He quickly withdrew from the table on the grounds of being unable to bear the power of drinking. The disciples shouted and punched again.

Du He came here to finish his trip, and it was meaningless to stay again, so he toasted a glass of wine. After thanking the hospitality, he left the seat.

Shortly after Du He left, before he left the blue-gray alley, he found that there was nothing in front of him, a coarse blue shirt and a man-wearing woman standing side by side, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Chapter completed!