"Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu?" Hong Qigong muttered a few words, then suddenly asked in surprise: "But that Tantric sect's magical power to protect religion?"
"Hahaha, yes, this kung fu is a magic protective skill of Tantric Buddhism. Gang Leader Hong is indeed the ancestor of the beggar. He even knows this kung fu. There is probably nothing in the world that the beggar gang can hide."
At this time, Jin Lun Dharma King was still practicing Kung Fu hard in Tantric Buddhism, and the reputation of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu was rarely known in the Central Plains.
Hong Qigong nodded, but did not ask about the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. In his opinion, although this Tantric Kung Fu had some merits, its power was only that high.
Although there are a few masters in Tantric Buddhism, they are far behind compared to their Five Ultimate Skills.
Hong Qigong asked a few more questions about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and then he cleared up the confusion in his heart.
Although the Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is a unique skill of the Beggar Clan, unlike the Dog Beating Stick which cannot be passed on to others, it does not matter if it falls into the hands of outsiders at this time.
It is said that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a foreigner who could master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
At this time, when he heard Jing Zhou say that he had another adventure, Hong Qigong suppressed his intention to ask again, as long as this person was not a treacherous person.
Turning around to see Huang Rong, he looked her up and down, and Hong Qigong said: "This is your little daughter-in-law, hehe. Huang Laoxie's life is really good. He lost an apprentice but gained a son-in-law. It's a pity that the old beggar doesn't have a daughter." ah!"
Huang Rong blushed and lowered her head. She didn't know how to answer. She was thinking in her heart: "It would be nice if I could go back to Peach Blossom Island with my boss and not come out for the rest of my life. My boss knows how to make wine and honey, and Peach Blossom Island is a sea of peach blossoms." , I guess my boss won’t be willing to leave when he gets there..."
"Haha, Gang Leader Hong, please don't tease Ronger, she is so young."
"Here, keep the wine!"
Jingzhou threw a wine bag to Hong Qigong, took another one off his horse, opened the stopper, and took a sip. He leaned on the horse and said loudly: "The sunset is full of birds singing, and the fragrant breeze is full." Flowers blow on the road. Let me invite the beggar to have a drinking contest to cleanse my chest."
"Yeah!"
Hong Qigong had been craving for his wine for a long time. Now he took the wine and drank a few gulps, saying that he was satisfied.
He didn't know how to compose and recite this poem, but he could hear Jingzhou's free and easy mood. He couldn't help but shout hello, and he regarded the person in front of him as "a man of my path."
In his opinion, this man should drink heavily and eat meat.
There seemed to be something in his heart, and he felt so proud that he thought: "Although my martial arts skills are not as good as yours, I am not afraid of anyone in a drinking fight!"
He picked up the wine bag again and drank it all in one gulp until it was gone. He licked his tongue around his beard again, but Hong Qigong still felt unsatisfied.
Now that we have encountered this year-old Erhong, how can we not drink more?
At this moment, he also saw that the boy in front of him was very rich. There were two mink blankets on the horse. He was not a man short of money.
"Little brother, do you still have that wine? The beggar, I drank it in a hurry, and I haven't tasted anything yet. You give the beggar another bag. I'll drink it more slowly this time, and let's continue the wine fight."
After saying this, Hong Qigong seemed embarrassed. In the past, he never took advantage of others.
If he were an ordinary person, he could still teach him a few kung fu skills, but of the two people in front of him, one was better at kung fu than him, and the other was Huang Laoxie's daughter, so she probably wouldn't look down on his few kung fu moves.
But in a flash, he thought that the boy in front of him could master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He was probably closely related to the Beggar Clan. He was one of his own, so it would be okay for him to drink a few bags of wine from him.
Besides, didn't this guy himself say that he invited beggars to have a drinking contest?
How can we only drink one bag in this fight of wine! Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say this!
And it’s not because of him, it’s because of this kid’s boasting!
Inviting him to a drinking contest would be like beating a dog with a meat bun!
"Rong'er, please give Gang Leader Hong another bag. This beggar still wants to have a drinking contest with the young master. Today I will let him know what the Immortal in Wine is!"
In the past, Xing Zhou thought that wine should be drunk in small doses, but after staying in this world for a long time, people have become bold and unruly.
Ever since he became successful in his inner strength, he has never been drunk, even after a thousand cups of wine.
There were even times when he felt that he could argue with Qiao Feng over wine!
"Hahaha, little brother, come on! Come on, let's continue the drinking fight! The beggar has never lost in drinking!"
Hong Qigong drank two more bags, his face was already red and hot. He held Jingzhou's shoulder with one hand and burped, saying: "Brother Jing, let's, let's... It doesn't count... No." Acquaintance, burp...drink...drink this daughter's red, we will be...even...old acquaintances..."
Seeing that Hong Qigong was extremely drunk, Huang Rong asked worriedly: "Master, are you not drunk..."
The two of them drank most of the wine bag on the horse in a short while, which made her very worried.
How can ordinary people drink like this?
Even if he drinks several large bags of cold water, this person will feel uncomfortable, let alone how many bags of wine?
Jingzhou supported Hong Qigong and said, "Master, I am not a beggar. What does this little wine mean? Come on, let's find a place to put this beggar. We don't want to just throw him on the ground."
This beggar, Jingzhou thought he had a heavy drinking capacity, but it seemed that he was just greedy for his own wine, and he drank only a few bags before he poured it down.
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Jingzhou put Hong Qigong on the horse, and walked a few miles forward with Huang Rong. They found a ruined temple, cleaned it up, and put him on the ground.
Although this beggar doesn't have the ability to drink well, his wine quality is acceptable. Unlike that boy Duan Yu, he knows that he can't cheat with his inner strength when drinking, otherwise he won't necessarily get drunk even if he drinks a few more bags.
Several people rested in the ruined temple for several hours. When it was getting dark, Hong Qigong woke up leisurely and said, "Brother Jing, your wine is so good and strong. The beggar drinks it quickly without paying attention. Hahaha..."
"Give the beggar another bag of wine. His head is a little dizzy. Just take a couple of sips and that's it!"
Huang Rong didn't expect that Bei Bei, who was famous all over the world, would behave like this. This completely subverted the image of a master in her mind. She couldn't help but said: "Qi Gong, you haven't had a drink for three months, right... "
Huang Rong saw through Huang Rong's thoughts. He was not shy. He was always thick-skinned. He just said: "It's rare to see such good wine. If...", before he could say the word "ok", someone came out from outside. There was a flute sound.
The sound of the flute was very familiar to Huang Rong. It was the music of the blue sea. At this time, her expression changed. She didn't expect that her father would find this place.
Jingzhou picked up the piano case, strode out, and said with a smile, "What a great song! Such a beautiful scene, why should Rong'er be afraid of playing a piece together?"
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