Chapter 381

"I'm worried about going out to look for you! Well, who are these? "

The middle-aged man, who was called Uncle Dexing by Xingchi, looked at Xingchi with concern, and suddenly found that di Ping was behind him.

While talking, his eyes were born on Diping's face, with a strong sense of inspection, which made him a little strange.

I thought what happened to the people in the blacksmith village. How could they look at people like this?

"Uncle Dexing, this benefactor came back with Luo's daughter on the way."

Xingchi heard the martial uncle's inquiry and hastened to explain. Then he looked at di Ping and said, "master Di Shi, this is the monk's uncle!"

"Hello, master. Diping has met master Dexing!"

Di Ping didn't dare to ask him to be older. First, he was older. Second, martial uncle Xingchi always had to respect him, so he rushed forward to salute.

"I dare not, I dare not! I'm just a layman disciple of Shaolin. I dare to be a master. Brother Di doesn't give up his cry, brother Dexing! "

Uncle Di, who is more than 40 years old, is holding out a thick hand with the elder master.

Not because of the young Di Ping performance of neglect, but very enthusiastic.

"Then I'll call my brother more and more!"

Diping, holding the middle-aged man's strong and strong palm and a gentle and hearty smile, could feel the true feelings at this time, not like hypocrisy, so he was not polite. He called on the elder brother with the stick after beating the snake.

If you really let him follow the line crazy call uncle, then he certainly will not do, ordinary lower generation of his Di Ping can not have this hobby.

"Well, that's right. That's right. It's called elder brother, so that we can get close to each other, right? As soon as I'm a blacksmith, I like to go straight. Ha ha... "

Dexing's mouth suddenly cracked when he heard Di Ping's address. He seemed to think that di Ping was very popular and more suitable for his temper.

"Xingchi, why are you so bloody and injured?"

Originally pulling Di Ping hand, Dexing's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the blood clothes on the line fool's body, and asked with a startled face.

"Ha ha! It's all right, martial uncle. It's a little hurt, a little hurt! "

Xingchi didn't expect that martial uncle Dexing would suddenly ask him this. He looked down and saw that it was not. There were bloodstains all over the Yellow monk's robe. Especially the right arm was getting soaked with blood. He was very embarrassed to say that he was hurt. He laughed and talked about the minor injury.

A word may feel like a lie, raised the palm of his hand, secretly said a Buddha forgive!

"How much blood do you have? Let me have a look at the wound. It's urgent to treat it as soon as possible! "

Dexing did not care, his face was full of worry, and without saying a word, he opened the sleeves of Xingchi to check the injury.

"Uncle, uncle! It's all right! It's all right! "

Xingchi stopped the action of martial uncle Dexing. Can there still be a lady present?

He dares to let Dexing really open his robe to check, so he has to dodge and pat his chest to show that he is OK.

"How did you get your blood?"

Dexing is obviously concerned about this nephew. He points to the blood on Xingchi and asks.

"That... This..."

Xingchi blushed for a moment, and I didn't know how to explain it.

He can't say that he hurt Diping, can he?

Then it will be difficult for both sides to get along with each other. Do you want to talk to him again?

I'm a master of Shaolin. I was beaten by a young man. I mean, I won't let a group of martial brothers laugh at him when I go back. What's more, I've been hurt so much, but I don't have any wounds on my body?

At that time, it would be more troublesome to explain, so he had a headache.

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