Chapter 2481

Since he had limited legs and feet, I quickly caught up with him.

"What are you looking for from me?"

"Go west to find old weapons!" I said directly when we met.

He was completely unresponsive.

"Puppet leads the way! Spring is always there all year round!" I said again.

He stood there on crutches, still unresponsive.

I gritted my teeth and said: "Earthquake in Gaogang! The mountains and rivers are beautiful through the ages! Where did my brother eat!"

He still didn't respond, so I said again: "Jiujiang Bamai! Marshal of the Great Road! A bowl of rice for the poor in the world!"

He stared at me for two seconds and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that young people are not simple. I am not the Old Martial Arts Club, the Changchun Club, the Brother Pao Club, and not the Beggars' Gang. I am just a useless drunkard." That’s all.”

After saying that, he took another sip of wine to the gourd. This man has a large capacity for drinking. After just a few sips, I felt like I was half a pound full.

He wiped his mouth and said, "Stop asking around. It's true that I used to be a martial artist, but not anymore, and I don't know any martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, I instantly kicked his crutch away.

As a result, his center of gravity became unstable and he fell to the ground.

I quickly picked up the crutch and handed it to him: "I'm sorry, brother, I just want to give it a try. You really don't know how to do martial arts?"

"Won't."

"Then why did little Shaqi say that you can kill a tiger with one punch? And that little red-haired man has a basic horse step. He looks like he was taught it by someone."

He suddenly scolded me angrily: "Are you sick? Damn it. Do you believe what a kid says? Besides, my martial arts skills have nothing to do with you!"

I was not angry even after being scolded. I said firmly: "If you know the name of the Changchun Society Puppet Society, then you are not an ordinary person."

He pointed at me and said, "If you want to know who I am, simply give me a bottle of Moutai and I will tell you."

"No, where can I give you a whole bottle of Maotai in the middle of the night?"

"If Maotai is not available, then Erguotou will do."

"There's no such thing as Erguotou! The area around here is so desolate! There's no supermarket!"

He pointed behind me: "Turn right after 100 meters and walk 100 meters. There is a canteen. Go and get me two bottles of Erguotou."

I bought it quickly, and he poured all the wine into his gourd. After shaking it back and forth, he said with a satisfied expression: "Come with me."

I followed him to the place where he lived. There was no light in the room. He skillfully lit the candle, put down his crutch and said, "Sit wherever you want."

I looked at my surroundings curiously.

The surrounding walls are covered with paintings, including landscapes, pictures of animals like chickens and birds, etc. There are quite a few, some twenty or thirty, all nailed to the wall. The southwest corner is full of empty wine bottles. The bottles were piled into a mountain.

"Brother, did you draw these paintings yourself?