Drinking in big mouthfuls and eating meat, the wine and meat on the table was swept away in a blink of an eye, and there were three drunken ghosts on the table, with huge snoring sounds one after another, with a thunderous formation.

Yun Ting rubbed his hazy eyes and picked up the jar of wine. He raised his head, but only a few drops of unwilling wine fell from the mouth of the jar and entered his mouth that was still unwilling to stop. Yun Ting sighed and stood up from his seat. Drinking was no different from drinking water for him. At most it was just a difference in taste. What does it mean to not get drunk for a thousand cups? Yun Ting is such a person, with a terrible nerve that is not confused, affected or shaken by external objects.

Everything in this online game is accomplished by nerve reactions, so you will feel when drinking, eating meat, or doing exercises that men and women must do. All of this is reflected in your mind, a real brain wave reaction, so many people say that this is another world, making you unable to tell whether it is real or illusory.

Just like many people in dreams, if you dream of delicious food, you will drool. If you dream of peachy and tempting dreams, your body will naturally have stimulation and reaction. That is illusion, but isn’t everything that appears on your own real?

The reason why Yun Ting sighed was not because he was drunk, but because he had lost his wine. There was also the three big men in front of him. Zhang Jiao was nothing, so it was difficult for Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang to solve it. It would be equivalent to wielding the blue sword more than twenty times when he helped these two men into the house. However, if they didn't carry them into the house, they would have to let the three brothers named Zhang sleep in the open air until tomorrow. This drink was drunk from noon to afternoon. It has to be said that they were drunk in the dark, otherwise how could they get drunk with the strength of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang? Although the alcohol tolerance is not calculated based on the degree of physical fitness.

What does helplessness mean? Yun Ting is very helpless now. He is the only one who is still awake in the yard, so this burden can only be handed over to Yun Ting.

"Brother, what's wrong with Daddy, Uncle and others?" A crisp voice came, and a petite and cute little girl ran out of the room, asking Yun Ting timidly.

Looking at the little girl wearing brocade clothes and two dimples hanging on the corner of her mouth, Yun Ting knew that this was Zhang Jiao's daughter. Thinking of the girl in her previous life, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Yaoer, your father is going to bed. Are you going to make the bed first?"

"Okay, brother." The little girl said, jumping back to the house. Before leaving, she carefully reminded Yun Ting several times, asking him to be careful not to be crushed by Uncle Bao and Uncle Liang San. Yun Ting was amused and crying. He just wanted to have one more person in the yard, but he was indeed a little girl. Even if she didn't let her support Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, Zhang Jiao, the thinnest of them, could still overwhelm her like a mountain.

He helped the three people into the room with difficulty, and then found the room of the three people under Zhang Yao's guidance. After a long time, the sun gradually dimmed. Yun Ting dragged his tired body to the door, and his forehead was covered with sweat. It has to be said that Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang should indeed lose weight, even if it was muscles, not fat. Just a few times, Yun Ting felt like he was about to kneel down when his feet were weak, but because he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Zhang Yao, he persisted.

"Brother, are you tired? Do you want to sleep? If you want to sleep, I will give you Yaoyao's room." Zhang Yao jumped and came to Yun Ting again.

"No need, brother is not tired, Xiao Yaoer, go and rest quickly." Yun Ting replied, stretching out his hand and rubbing Zhang Yao's head. Thinking of the spoiled Zhang Yao in his previous life, why is it different when he was a child and when he grew up? Thinking of this question, Yun Ting rubbed it a few more times.

"Okay, brother, I'll go to rest first. By the way, there is hot water on the table. If you are thirsty, you can pour it into it yourself." Zhang Yao's little face turned red and her dimples were shallow. After saying that, she jumped into the room again, and she didn't forget to turn around and smile at Yun Ting.

"Oh, it's great to be young." Yun Ting sighed. According to his two-life age, he was already considered an uncle-level figure.

This wooden ladder is placed next to the door of the Zhang family's mansion. Yunting knew that today's sleeping place was in place. In early autumn, the temperature of 600 minutes of summer day was still retained. Lying on the roof for one night and counting stars and moons is also a good choice. Climbing up the roof, untied the blue light sword and put it aside. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Yunting, feeling warm. Yunting stretched, like a god in the light, and every inch of his skin shone with light. Unfortunately, Yunting was just a person, not a god.

Yun Ting held his arm and found a comfortable position to lie down. The roof was really a good place, warming the wind and sun, warming people and heart-warming, the tiles were cold and very comfortable. "The dew on the grass leaves under the ancient trees at the entrance of the village had not yet condensed. The ferry sang songs in the morning mist and supported the river bay. I lay on the roof with my arm and thought all night... These huge palaces were not my imagination. I once had a picture in my heart, and suddenly it began to rain in Chang'an City, which made the prosperity and vicissitudes..."

Humming the lyrics of the Chinese-style song that was not seen in Chang'an from a long time ago, Yun Ting suddenly felt a little sad. Perhaps after his rebirth, he brought a lot of confusion. What should he do after he was finished? Revenge? What should he do after he avenge? He has advanced memories, even the eight major families standing in China are just fish on the chopping board.

What is the evil but domineering Dream God Ji doing now?

Are the princes still planning to build his small village that was very small but made all the princes and lords secretly wary of him?

Is Vulva Hui planning to attract all the beauties of the Three Kingdoms and to make the heroes of the Three Kingdoms one by one?

The toad that eats phoenixes is still talking bored with something, traveling around the country and looking for business opportunities to make money? Yun Ting doesn't know, but hopes that everything will not change. He doesn't want to become enemies with those friends in his previous life. Even the ruthless Yun Ting can't stand the changes brought by this kind of rebirth. If this is the case, it's better not to be reborn.

As he thought about it, his eyelids gradually became heavier. The breeze stroking and massaged him, and the alcohol was constantly acting. "Is she okay?" Yun Ting murmured softly, but there was no further text and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, early in the morning, when the sky was dawn, Yun Ting woke up, swept the dew on his long hair, and showed a satisfied smile. Such a stable sleep has not happened for a long time. In his previous life, he had many nights where he couldn't sleep, almost always holding his fingers, waiting for dawn, and staying up until the middle of the night before falling asleep.

Looking down, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were fighting each other with a knife. The knife and knife added together, and the whole yard was covered by the sound of Jin Ge colliding. Zhang Jiao sat on the wooden chair, thinking about something, but when he saw Yun Ting woke up, he couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Bao, Brother Liang, wait for me! I will practice with you." Yun Ting shouted to Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang below.

"Okay!" Zhang Bao stopped and stood with his knife closed.

Zhang Liang wiped his sweat, walked to the small table, picked up the kettle, filled the water bowl, and started drinking it in big gulp.

Climbing down from the roof, Yun Ting pulled out the blue sword, with a sword roar, and a strong wind. Yun Ting stood in the field, immersing his whole body and mind in the world. With every breath and inhalation, he fought with nature. For a moment, there was no flaw.

Zhang Bao's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

Yun Ting raised his arm, and the green light sword pointed directly at Zhang Bao. A ray of sunlight refracted the sword surface and flashed Zhang Bao's eyes. In the blink of an eye, Yun Ting moved, and the green light sword turned into a green shadow and stabbed towards Zhang Bao.

It’s not that Yun Ting is very vulgar, but that he has no chance of winning in this competition. Zhang Bao is at least level 40 or 50 now, and his strength is at least on the threshold of a three-star general. A second-level player can compete with him fairly? This is unfair from the beginning. Yun Ting is not a masochist, who will not do meaningless things, but is honing his sword skills.

The tip of the Qingguan Sword touched Zhang Bao's cross-blocking sword, and a "sniff" sounded a cry. Zhang Bao's face changed drastically, and he retreated sharply, changing his velocity, drawing the sword.

"Skill: Knife Round Dance Starts."

The rotating white sword light surrounded Zhang Bao. The trained sword light not only guarded Zhang Bao's surroundings, but also rushed towards the Qingguan sword that Yun Ting stabbed.

"Puchi." With the harsh sound of the saw passing through the iron bar, Zhang Bao's knife made a wailing sound again, turning directly into pieces, leaving only a broken blade in Zhang Bao's hand.

Qinggan Sword caught Zhang Bao's sword and wheel dance and cut off the mortal iron that dared to challenge the divine weapon. Yun Ting did not catch it. This sting was already Yun Ting's hard work. Thousands of moves turned into this simple sting, and the timing was extremely accurate! However, it still failed. Yun Ting could not bear the huge force, retreated, barely blocked his body with the sword, and his hands holding Qinggan Sword trembled, leaving a few flesh and blood.

During this period, it is possible to only make one attack on a general like Zhang Bao, and the success rate of this attack is extremely small, which is inevitable, but Yun Ting was not discouraged at all because the system had already given the news.

"Players gain five points in sword art through cultivation and a sword that exceeds their own strength."

After a while of rest, Yun Ting started to learn from Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. In this way, a morning passed. At noon, Yun Ting took out the snake meat from the package, asked Zhang Jiao about the kitchen location, and went in and made a pot of delicious snake soup with the snake meat in his hand.

Although I haven't cooked for a long time, my cooking skills in my previous life have not fallen apart. The three brothers Zhang Jiao and Zhang Yao were having a great time and praised Yun Ting's cooking skills. After eating and drinking, Yun Ting rarely found a high-level training, so of course he would not let it go. He started to exercise again. Open the system records and rows of news of the growth of sword art. In the Three Kingdoms, you can have many weapons, use many weapons, guns, swords, swords, axes, halberds, and the standard for measuring these is whether you are sophisticated or not. The profound performance is in experience, which is the so-called sword art.

This is a balanced method, which determines that those real masters have extremely high strength as soon as they enter the game, and they need to be trained step by step in the game. The gun, sword, sword, axe, and bow skills must be fought and killed in constant training. These are all related to the strength of the attack you launch. However, it is also a master. It is particularly easy for him to train these things, and he only pays time.

Just like Lu Bu in the Three Kingdoms, he asked him to take a sword instead of Fang Tian Huaji. Although his combat power is still very strong, when he met Zhao Yun with a dragon gall spear, Guan Yu with a Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and Dian Wei with a ghost and god slash, they all had the fate of being killed! And this is the art of weapons, which is about what is presented. It is not that you can become a master if you have good weapons. This requires accumulation and training!

Leisure is important, but it must be based on strength. Yun Ting does not want to be influenced by hatred, nor can he be called hatred. He just wants to have something, he must first own something and have the strength to protect them, rather than give up.
Chapter completed!