"..."
Chu Xiu, Xia Qingshan, Jiang Rou, Xia Chuxue and others watched Meng Tiangang and his grandson climb the mountain.
"Tenth on the Xiaoyao Ranking, challenging the ninth on the Xiaoyao Ranking. This battle will definitely be exciting." Xia Qingshan sighed, a little regretful that he went down too early.
It would be a bit rude to go up the mountain to watch the battle at this time.
"Xiaoyao Bang..."
Chu Xiu's eyes sparkled. This was the first time someone dared to drink the wine from the black gourd.
Even Master Jiu Taoist, after taking the antidote in advance, would still have loose stools for three days after drinking strong liquor from a black gourd.
"Dad, do we really have those fine wines in our house?" Xia Chuxue asked in a low voice.
Xia Qingshan said proudly: "Although our Xia family is not a thousand-year-old family, we still have a heritage of three to five hundred years."
"Master, you treat me like an outsider." Chu Xiu lowered his eyebrows and was a little speechless. Before coming to Lingshan County, Master's wine Taoist complained to him, saying that Xia Mansion's wines were not on the market, they were all arty and inferior products, and they could not be sold. If you don’t drink, don’t drink…
A group of four people descended from Lingshan Mountain and boarded a gorgeously decorated carriage together.
The carriage started moving.
"Do you have cold poison in your body?" Jiang Rou became concerned about Chu Xiu.
Chu Xiu hummed softly.
"What's going on?" Jiang Rou asked directly.
Xia Qingshan and Xia Chuxue, father and daughter, also looked at Chu Xiu.
"Five years ago, I accidentally ate a cold insect. Thanks to Master Yichen's timely treatment, I was able to save my life. Later, Master Yichen handed me over to Master Jiu Taoist..." Chu Xiu told it simply, concealing the truth of the matter. The existence of ice silkworms.
"..."
After listening, a look of pity flashed in Jiang Rou's eyes.
The body is suffering from cold poison and needs to drink poisonous wine every day to fight poison with poison. This is so pitiful.
On Lingshan Mountain.
Every time Meng Tiangang took a step up the mountain, the fighting spirit in his eyes grew higher.
Meng Xiaochuan, who was following him, felt his grandfather's fighting spirit, and couldn't help but feel a little pride in his heart. He opened the stopper of the white gourd in his hand and took a sip of wine.
The wine is very strong, spicy and mellow in the mouth.
Meng Xiaochuan's eyes lit up.
"The worst wine is so delicious, then his other wines..." Meng Xiaochuan was a little greedy.
Arrive outside the gate of Lingshan Temple.
The fighting spirit in Meng Tiangang's eyes had reached its peak.
His own powerful momentum rushed towards Lingshan Temple.
"Grandpa can definitely win!" Meng Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with enthusiasm.
Meng Tiangang took a deep breath and was about to shout and invite a fight...
"Gulu~——"
Suddenly, Meng Tiangang's stomach made a gurgling sound.
"not good……"
Meng Tiangang's expression suddenly changed.
Meng Xiaochuan was stunned.
Grandpa is...hungry?
Inside Lingshan Temple.
The fighting spirit exuded by Meng Tiangang was as high as the blazing sun, and many eminent monks in Lingshan Temple had already felt it.
Hanging courtyard.
The tall one-fisted monk stood in the Zen courtyard, his eyes becoming profound.
From the moment Meng Tiangang actually climbed the mountain, he felt the fierce fighting spirit emanating from Meng Tiangang.
"The master of fists and palms, Meng Tiangang."
The monk whispered with one punch.
"Meng Tiangang? Is he here to challenge you, my uncle?"
Next to the one-punch monk, stood a young and handsome monk in white.
Huitong, the first person of the Hui generation in Lingshan Temple.
"Amitabha."
The one-punch monk did not answer, but said the Buddha's name, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
"Jushi Meng is here, and I am welcome from afar..."
A figure in gray clothes came instantly and appeared in front of the gate of Lingshan Temple.
One punch of the divine monk.
Ninth on the Xiaoyao list.
Meng Tiangang stared at the one-punch monk, his face a little stiff, and he was complaining in his heart.
Careless.
I thought that a young man's drink, no matter how poisonous it was, would not poison him, a top ten strong man on the free list.
But I didn’t expect…
The drink was like the strongest laxative, churning in his stomach.
Completely irrepressible.
"I traveled thousands of miles to visit Lingshan. I originally planned to invite you to a fight..." Meng Tiangang put his hands behind his back, looked at the one-punch monk, and said calmly, "Just now, I changed my mind."
"Oh? Why?" The one-punch monk was surprised.
The fighting spirit he felt was obviously directed at him.
Although I am a monk, I would still look forward to it if I could fight Meng Tiangang, who is a master of fists and palms.
"What's the point of two old guys fighting over each other?" Meng Tiangang glanced at Meng Xiaochuan and said with a faint smile, "This is my grandson. He will fight on my behalf to challenge you, the strongest of the younger generation in Lingshan." By."
Meng Xiaochuan: "???"
what's the situation?
Didn’t I come to see a show?
Meng Xiaochuan was a little confused.
This time I came to Lingshan with my grandfather just to see the peak battle between two powerful men from the Xiaoyao Ranking, but I never thought that I would have to duel with someone.
The one-punch monk looked at Meng Xiaochuan and nodded, "This little Meng benefactor is indeed a gift from heaven."
Meng Xiaochuan laughed dryly, but he was still a little confused. He couldn't understand what happened to his grandfather?
"I heard that you accepted a disciple named Huitong?" Meng Tiangang asked.
The monk shook his head with a fist, "Huitong is not just a disciple of Lao Monkey."
"Ha~, let him do it. At this time tomorrow, I will bring my grandson to fight!" Meng Tiangang said, turned around and left.
"Grandpa." Meng Xiaochuan called and quickly followed.
The One-Fist Divine Monk looked at Meng Tiangang's back as he strode away, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Did I feel wrong?"
The one-punched monk whispered.
The fighting intention just now was obviously aimed at him.
As a result, when he came out, this layman Meng changed his tune!
He didn't think that Meng Tiangang, who was skilled in fists and palms, would be afraid of him...
Meng Tiangang strode down the mountain with very steady steps.
My stomach is turbulent and my face is as motionless as a mountain.
"Drinking makes things worse."
Meng Tiangang was extremely depressed. He came all the way just to have a fight with the One-Punch Monk to see whether his own fist was more powerful or the One-Punch Monk's 'punch' was better.
In the end, everything was in vain because of greed for a pot of wine.
"Grandpa, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Meng Xiaochuan, who had been following Meng Tiangang, scratched his head with confusion on his face.
Meng Tiangang had a sullen face and was too lazy to answer. When he approached the foot of the mountain, he jumped up, increased his speed by more than thirty times, and threw Meng Xiaochuan away.
I can't hold it anymore!
Meng Xiaochuan was stunned again, and shouted anxiously: "Grandpa, where are you going?"
Before he finished speaking, Meng Tiangang's figure had completely disappeared without a trace.
"What's going on?"
Meng Xiaochuan was really completely confused.
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