"Mr. Wenzhi, this is really a good place. ”

Mr. Yamamoto took off his shirt, revealing his strong biceps, and sweated profusely as he ate his jerky and drank beer against the fire.

"I've been living here for twenty or thirty years, and I'm so familiar with this area that I can't get any more familiar, and I often come to this cave, and sometimes I'm upset when I practice, so I come here for a while. ”

Wen Zhi untied the shirt with the cotton layer, opened his arms, and bit off half of the jerky.

"After all these years, Master Kongwen hasn't discovered you?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto, puzzled.

"Harm, my master knows, but as long as there is no problem of principle, he will not care, this belongs to the rule of inaction, and the high-end is very high!" Wen Zhi also gave a thumbs up.

"Rule by doing nothing?" Yamamoto wiped his sweat, "Isn't this the Taoist idea of governing the country?"

"Yo!" Wen Zhi's eyes lit up, "I didn't expect you to understand quite well, brother!"

Maybe it's because the wine is coming up, and Wen Zhi is interested.

"But, you can't say it too much, although the rule of inaction is proposed by Taoists, but just like Coke Sprite and the Arctic Ocean are still soda when they are fused together, thinking about this thing is interconnected. ”

"Uh. Yamamoto had a hard time commenting on the analogy, "At least I understand what you mean." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wen Zhi took a sip of wine, "That's what it means." ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto: "???"

"You say, how long will they talk?" Tomokazu Yamamoto tried to divert the subject.

"Well...... I didn't expect Wen Zhi's expression to become unexpectedly serious, "As far as I know, the things they talked about are big things in the martial arts." ”

"So, it's going to be a long time?"

"Hmm...... With my master's inkblot strength, I should have started talking thousands of years ago and have been talking until now. Wen Zhi thought for a moment, then glanced at Tomokazu Yamamoto.

The two were unexpectedly in sync, and at the same time they had a cold war.

It's too grinding.

......

"Ahem. That, Master of Empty Stories......"

Meng Zuo entered the room, snorted, looked carefully, but was dumbfounded.

I saw that the master of Kongwen made tea, his bald head reflected the light, and his robe was draped, and the master was full of fan.

"Well, you're ......"

Obviously, I was disappointed when I heard it just now, as if the top student who took the first test every time suddenly took the second test by one point.

But now......

Bamboo in the chest, high spirits.

OMG!

It's changing so fast!

Could it be that he can read minds? I know that I am going to agree to participate in the martial arts conference?

Meng Zuo secretly thought in his heart.

Of course, Master Kongwen can't read minds, although he reads more than his senior brother and master, but his culture is also limited, but he has lived for so long and seen too many people, he has long been an old fritter.

Meng Zuo's expression and tone when he went out had already made him sure that Meng Zuo was going to agree.

Of course, he didn't know what made Meng Zuo tempted and changed his mind.

Could it be the so-called multicolored stone?

Kong Wen was the first to deny this idea.

It's impossible, this thing is like Meng Zuo said, it's useless.

Chicken ribs are tasteless and discarded, it is a pity to abandon this stone, this stone is to take the land, not to take the loss.

If you don't take it, the first place will be no different from the top three except for the bonus, but if you take it, such a big stone will be useless, and it will only occupy a square meter of space at home in vain.

However, Kong Wen didn't need to care why Meng Zuo changed his mind, anyway, as long as he agreed to participate, everything else was fine.

"Ahahaha...... Kongwen also snorted, "There is a definite number in the dark." ”

He took a sip of tea before slowly continuing: "Master Meng Shi came back again, it should be for the matter of the martial arts conference." ”

"Well, yes. ”

Meng Zuo felt his cheeks feel a little hot, after all, just now he had rejected Master Kongwen extremely resolutely.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, turning back is the shore, let the poor monk guess, Master Meng should have agreed to my invitation?"

"Forehead ....."

No matter what Meng Zuo thinks, he feels a loss.

I could obviously take a million for nothing and go back to live my own life, but now I am so fooled by Xiao Jiu, I have to participate in such a dangerous competition.

I can't see where I'm earning.

No, I've got to make some extra money!

"Well, I thought about it. Meng Zuo's face was upright, "Carry forward Chinese martial arts and meet friends with martial arts, this is the honor of my life." ”

He looked at Meng Zuo with a sneer: "Oh?"

This change of face is almost there.

"But, my family is poor, I can't afford to pay for the journey, and if I am beaten half to death, I can't afford to pay for the medical bills......" Meng Zuo's eyes looked directly at Kongwen, and the master of Kongwen was actually stared at by a young man.

"Didn't you say you make 30 million a year?"

"But I have two mouths to feed at home, and it's very difficult to run a company. ”

Meng Zuo pretended to be depressed, and even held back a little tear in his eyes, saying the same as the truth.

But this is not unheard.

The corners of Kongwen's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Meng Zuo's exaggerated acting skills.

Isn't this just a stick stuck in the toilet bowl - quibbling (stirring up the poop)?

I don't think the prize is enough, and I want more oil and water.

It's easy to say, it's easy to say.

The average monk here earns 18,000 a month.

(Don't take it seriously, here is just ridiculing a news that a monk has a monthly salary of 18,000, Shuangwen, if you take it seriously, you will lose.) However, it should be almost true that Shaolin Temple can sell 300 million tickets every year. ）

Kongwen did not dismantle Meng Zuo, but cooperated with Meng Zuo's performance: "Since Meng Shi is so pitiful, I will naturally not treat you badly, if you have any requirements, just mention it." ”

When Meng Zuo heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and he didn't cry or make trouble, and his expression instantly became happy.

"I'm a good-hearted, narrow-minded, and far-sighted person, so I don't dare to ask for anything, but you've said this, master, so I'll just put forward that condition. ”

Meng Zuo smiled sheepishly: "Just one condition, no more." ”

"Speak. Kong Wen nodded.

"My condition is ......"

......

"Hiccup!"

"Hiccup!"

In one of the holes in Wurufeng Peak, two people were leaning against the fire, blushing and burping.

Outside the entrance of the cave were tin cans, about twenty or thirty.

Tomokazu Yamamoto and the two of them did not drink less.

"Dude, is the beer here better than in Japan?" Wen Zhi held up a big belly, and the not too small cave looked a little crowded against the backdrop of his burly body of more than two meters.

"It's delicious!" Tomokazu Yamamoto also had a big tongue, and the tattoos on his body floated up and down with his breathing.

"Hey, brother, I didn't dare to ask just now, are you a gangster?" Don't look at Wen Zhi's big physique, but he is not very bold, he was startled when he first saw Yamamoto's tattoo, and he mustered up the courage to ask with the strength of wine.

"Well, I've been in Japan for a while. Yamamoto smiled and nodded, seeing that there was a little fear in Wenzhi's eyes in addition to curiosity, so he put his coat back on and covered the tattoo.

"Not mixed up now?"

"No, it's just that I'm mainly making movies abroad now, so the underworld side will be temporarily handed over to my uncle to help manage. ”

"That uncle must be a very trustworthy person, and he can manage the people on the underworld, so his means should not be too soft. Wen Zhi analyzed.

Tomokazu Yamamoto naturally thought of his uncle.

He's probably still entertaining himself in the adult store drinking Suntory's old beer and watching a little movie.

This image appeared in his mind, and Tomokazu Yamamoto smiled.

"Probably. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto didn't want to continue the topic, so he took a closer look at the cave again.

The two of them were now only at the entrance of the cave, looking inside, diagonally down, it was pitch black, and it seemed that the cave would not be too small.

"Have you seen it in there?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto pointed to the inside of the cave and asked Wen Zhi.

But Wen Zhi shook his head drunkenly: "I'm timid, it's so dark inside, who knows what mess is hidden!"

"The only time I went in, I only walked about ten meters, and I came back scared. ”

"Is there anything scary in there?"

Wen Zhida's face turned even redder: "That's not it, I just think it's too gloomy, I scared myself, and I came back." ”

"Oh," Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded thoughtfully.

Wen Zhi felt that he had lost some face and wanted to make it back.

"This cave, although it is deep, there must be nothing in it, if there is a treasure that someone has already discovered, it will be in vain to enter it. ”