Hongbin's upstairs was still full of guests, and pots of dragon and phoenix tea were steaming hot and fragrant as they were brought to the guest tables.
The four cold and four hot dishes are also on the table. The golden and translucent smoked goose is finely chopped, and the spiciness carries the sweet aroma of tea leaves, cinnamon twigs, and glutinous rice. The white jade mushroom soup is boiled like jelly on the clay stove. Open the lid of the casserole. The room is filled with fragrance; Xiaomu cake is crispy and delicious, filled with lotus seeds and chestnut fillings, fragrant, delicious, smooth but not greasy.
There were seven people sitting around the table. Yan's father sat upright in a reserved manner, staring blankly at the various dishes on the table. Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi sat side by side, one with a proud look on his face, and the other with a slight smile. Tweak.
"Sister, you see what I said is right, only if you defeat these stinky men will they look up to you."
Yuan Ziyi is the representative of social badass. When the dishes were all served, she slightly opened her lips and ordered: "Waiter, bring me two more bottles of wine! Today I am celebrating my sister!"
In Yuan Ziyi's words, the fight between Hong Wending and Yan Yongchun just now turned into a complete victory for his family. Overtly and secretly, he told Jiang Wen that the position of head was optional, but the martial arts skills could not be passed on to her.
But Jiang Wen turned a deaf ear—wanted to learn martial arts from him? Jiang Wen still wants this thing!
When he heard the order, Master Luo, who was responsible for paying the bill, closed his eyes in pain.
"What are you celebrating? We're obviously here to reminisce about old times and talk about getting married. Waiter, don't bring me any wine. Do you have hawthorn juice, orange cake, or jelly for digestion? Give my precious apprentice a portion of the same!"
Fu Ningdie had just been eating melon seeds in the Bailian Martial Arts Hall. Now she saw the table full of food but couldn't put it in her stomach, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears. Jiang Wen couldn't tolerate this, so he immediately found something for her to eat.
Master Luo, who had his eyes closed, opened them again with distress.
After finishing the meal, Jiang Wen finally got to the point.
"Miss Yuan, what's going on with you all the time? Even though Southern Shaolin is temporarily in ruins, you won't be willing to be bullied like this."
Yuan Ziyi slowly raised his head, his smile showing the dimples on his face.
"This is what my master meant. Now that Southern Shaolin has suffered a catastrophe and the martial arts has been lost, the master is worried that it will fall into the hands of the wrong people, so we, the master sisters, came to collect the Qi Wuzu Fist and give it to her for safekeeping." Destined person."
This reason is quite high-sounding.
As one of the Five True Ancestors of Southern Shaolin, Wu Mei Shitai has a very high status. Even if he later wandered away, it seems reasonable to send his apprentices to collect and sort out the martial arts of his sect. After all, the ancestral lineage of Southern Shaolin martial arts was Zen Master Xingyin who brought the five elders from Northern Shaolin to the south.
But Jiang Wenjiang looked at Yuan Ziyi suspiciously, and said tentatively: "Is it really so? Isn't it because of Wing Chun that you came out on this trip?"
Hearing the words "Wing Chun", Yan Yongchun across the table blushed again. He put his hands on the edge of the table and seemed to want to bow his head out of shame, but the long legs under the table suddenly kicked his legs with a low pile, and the evil wind howled. He rushed to Jiang Wen's vital point and left.
"It can't be done!"
Jiang Wen exclaimed, and the gold-type martial arts whirlwind leaf-sweeping leg was suddenly used, suppressing the lightning-like blow. Finally, the bastard boss of this restaurant didn't take advantage - every table in Hongbin Tower had gambling In the handicap, daily bets are added to the prize pool, and prizes are drawn when the game is played. Even the odd or even number of the table number and the size are included in the calculation.
"Huh, let you tease my sister."
Yuan Ziyi sneered, pressed down on the table and continued to eat, with a calm attitude.
Compared with Yuan Ziyi, Yan Yongchun seemed much more taciturn. Whenever Jiang Wen mistakenly said her maiden name, she would subconsciously blush and be shy. However, this behavior was not consistent with her tall and mature appearance.
In the heyday of this feudal dynasty, heroines always had to fight against ethical ethics when traveling in the world. Old fritters like Zhu Xiaoqian, the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, only have the mentality after being used to big storms.
Heroines who come from a martial arts family are often more adaptable, but ordinary people who want to travel in the martial arts often cannot overcome the constraints of ethics and ethics. At this time, it is usually necessary to name Fu Ningdie like Jiang Wen did, using a pseudonym to distinguish the boundaries between rivers, lakes and temples and reduce psychological pressure.
For example, on this table, Fu Ningdie was a pseudonym, Yuan Ziyi was also a pseudonym, and even Jiang Wen and Luo Zhuang did not have their real names. However, only Yan Yongchun was called by his maiden name for no reason and was mentioned repeatedly, which made her angry.
"Miss Yan, it's me, Meng Lang! I'll apologize to you!"
Jiang Wen decisively gave in. He said he wanted to apologize but turned around and picked up the chopsticks and picked up a goose leg for himself.
"It doesn't matter...I'm just a little impulsive..."
Yan Yongchun lowered his head and said, but Yuan Ziyi glanced at him with hatred.
Yuan Ziyi actually disliked the man in front of her.
Yuan Ziyi discovered that this unknown person who claimed to be the head of the Wuyi Sect seemed to be escaping absurdity and laughing erratically, but he always hit the point, as if everything was under control, as if he was acting confused because he just wanted to jump. Let go of the parts that you think are boring and just sit back and watch all the wonderful dramas in the world.
The master's original order was to collect martial arts, and it was her own intention to seize the position of leader - anyway, you men are not good enough, so of course she can take her place.
She has always prided herself on her intelligence and martial arts skills, and is no less than a manly husband. Along the way, she has also won the martial arts skills as planned, and she has been in the limelight for a while.
She hates men.
Especially smart men.
Especially the man who looked at him with pity in his eyes.
Facing Jiang Wen, she had a vague illusion of being seen through, as if she couldn't hide everything from him inside and outside, up and down.
Just like what she was worried about, Jiang Wen soon amused Yan Yongchun again. Even Yan's father became more and more pleased with the young man in front of him. After two glasses of wine, the conversation started unknowingly and he couldn't stop it. .
Yan's father said that his real name was Yan Er. He had learned Shaolin Kungfu for two years and was quite famous in Guangdong for setting bones and selling medicine. Later, he was falsely accused of treason by his enemies, so he had to take his daughter and flee to Daliang Mountain in Sichuan to make a living selling tofu.
Since ancient times, there have been three hardships: boating, forging iron, and grinding tofu.
Punting is hard regardless of rain or shine, blacksmithing is tiring day or night, and grinding tofu is a hard and tiring job. You can only push the millstone in circles every day, doing donkey-like work from morning to night. The problem with Yan Er's waist and legs is It fell like this.
As Yan Yongchun grew up, he became smarter and more agile, and his appearance became more and more amazing. He was spotted by a local bully and wanted to marry him. Fortunately, the five masters who were wandering in Mount Emei passed by and saw Yan Er's Shaolin skills. Then he took Yan Wing Chun as his disciple.
"It's not easy, Uncle Yan. Unfortunately, Sister Yan will inevitably encounter hardships and obstacles when traveling in the world. What are your plans after this trip?"
Jiang Wen sighed after hearing this and offered tea instead of wine to the father and daughter. Yan's father was flattered and returned the favor. He also saw that Jiang Wen's conversation and behavior were good, and he was probably not a country man.
"I am getting older now. I came out this time with a shy face because I planned to go back to Guangdong with my daughter to see my living relatives and offer incense to my parents. It can be regarded as the kindness of an unfilial son..."
Regarding what happened before and after their trip, even if Yuan Ziyi didn't tell them, Jiang Wen could figure it out.
It must have been Yuan Ziyi who persuaded the fifth master to let her act with Yan Yongchun. Yuan Ziyi is well versed in the ways of the world, and competes everywhere to win martial arts, and Yan Wing Chun, who is a master of martial arts, is the best fighter.
Jiang Wen once concluded that women are not suitable for the world.
But he had to admit that his understanding did not take into account some special situations, such as Yuan Ziyi who had social anxiety disorder, and Yan Wing Chun who had social phobia.
Even though Yan Yongchun would blush when Jiang Wen mentioned his name at this moment, she was extremely ruthless in her attacks.
It may be that the fear of being forced into marriage has now become her motivation to practice martial arts. This makes Yan Wing Chun's kung fu sharp and concise, with unexpected moves, completely aimed at knocking down and killing the opponent.
Therefore, social phobia is also suitable for people with social phobia. After all, if you can solve it with your hands, you will never speak, and if you can kill the other person, you will never force it.
