Sad to madness, Xiao Jian is in such a state now. Figuring out the reasons for my past life, remorse, guilt, and self-blame all came to my heart.

Sadness starts from his heart, no matter how resolute he is, when he thinks of Tang Wanxi in his previous life, he struggled alone in loneliness and despair and finally died, and he never thought about telling himself the truth.

She must have been afraid that she would be sad......

However, he misunderstood him just because of a picture, and was hypocritical, leaving her alone for the so-called penny is not worthy of self-esteem and arrogance, when she needed someone to accompany her the most.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jian's alcohol-stimulated brain flashed past and present lives, and he was already in madness.

Great sorrow and joy are the most stimulating for people.

Looking at the momentum of the fist, Xiao Jian stopped singing, and instinctively tilted his feet to let go.

He could indeed see clearly and get out of the way, but the few people next to him looked like he was drunk and suddenly his steps were crooked.

The man thought the same thing, missed the punch, made a "huh", and raised his foot and kicked Xiao Jian's chest.

Although he was drunk, he saw it clearly, and he leaned sideways, and gave way to his kick, and at the same time reached out and grabbed his ankle, and pulled him back, and the man screamed in pain, and sat down on the ground with a big split.

Looking at him like this, it seems that he has never practiced martial arts, because generally those who practice martial arts will increase the elasticity of their muscles and bones.

With such a trick, there should be no problem.

When the three people behind him saw that the man had suffered a loss at once, one of them shouted to the man underground:

"Brother Gui, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he rushed over, and the two people behind him also followed.

The person from before ran towards the one called Brother Gui underground, but the two behind him ran towards Xiao Jian together, and they hit with their fists.

Xiao Jian was still drunk and dazed, staggering, but he always gave way to all their attacks with a single step and a turn.

While flashing, watching their movements, it can also be seen that these two people have learned so many hands, but they are also very limited.

When he saw clearly, he leaned forward and fell towards one of them.

When the man saw him turn upside down, he dodged and kicked him from the side, and the other man joined in and kicked him from the other side.

But he didn't want Xiao Jian to lean forward, and suddenly turned to lean towards the person on the left and fell over.

The man was kicking him with one foot and standing on the ground, but it was not easy to dodge.

Xiao Jian suddenly leaned down, but it was just right to kick him along the man's previous path, and he kicked according to the momentum of his forward leaning.

His sudden tilt made this man's kick powerless.

Shen drunken leaned over, and suddenly increased his speed, and before he could kick it, he had already hit him with a shoulder, knocking the man more than a foot off the ground.

It flew up and fell backwards, and when it landed on the ground, it was a cry of "sigh".

After Xiao Jian knocked down the person on the left, he took another step without stopping, let go of the kick of the person on the right, and then retreated sharply, and then knocked the person off the ground with his back, and also fell to the ground and screamed bitterly.

At this time, the noble brother who was knocked down by Xiao Jianjian with a big fork had already stood up with the help of the person who ran towards him just now.

He was rubbing his legs side by side, rubbing his thighs and heels, obviously pulling eggs.

The two people who were knocked down by him with one shoulder and the other with their backs also got up one after another.

Then the four of them glanced at each other, made eye contact, and divided into four sides to surround him in the middle.

Xiao Jian was not afraid, squinted around several people with his eyes, and continued to drink his wine.

Watching the four people besieging him, a few times just now, he was also a little angry, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, he couldn't help but be arrogant, and he only felt that this was what the martial arts world should look like.

Shaking his body, he continued to sing the song, moving unsteadily around the circle as he sang.

The name of this song is "Drunken Fist", and it is the theme song of a movie called "Drunken Fist".

When he watched this movie back then, he was particularly infatuated with the pride in the song for a while, and although it was not his time to be full of pride, he used this song to express his depression in his chest.

In addition, I drank too much wine, and my mind was dizzy and I sang at this time, and I remembered the plot and fighting actions in the movie again, and I couldn't help but imitate them.

The four of them glanced at each other again, shouted at the same time, and rushed towards Xiao Jian.

He swayed his body as he sang, and his feet were drunken at random, but he could always skillfully give way to the fists and feet of the four people.

After he avoided it, he immediately seized the opportunity to pull or pull or hit or kick, and knocked the four of them to the ground one by one, but the one who went to help your brother was the first time.

After the four of them were defeated, they stood up very tenaciously and surrounded Xiao Jian again, preparing to fight again.

In the midst of the song, Xiao Jian only felt that the pride and depression in his chest were almost gone, and he couldn't help laughing after singing a paragraph.

This time, before they could take the lead in the siege, one staggered and fell to one of them, who saw him stumble and stretched out his legs to kick him.

was blocked by his hand, and then Xiao Jian took advantage of the situation to grab his ankle and walked to the side, the man couldn't stand on one leg steadily, so he fell down involuntarily.

Xiao Jian took another step forward, tilted his body, and rushed to the person who was rushing over to grab him and punch him, and walked away drunk.

In a twist, he had already let the man's attack come to him, and then as soon as he reached out, he grabbed the placket of his chest, and with a pull of one arm, he pulled the man diagonally and fell to the ground.

When the man fell to the ground, Xiao Jian fell backwards again, and the whole person with the weight of his whole body fell straight on the man's back. The man couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Xiao Jian leaned his back against the big meat pad, raised his head and took another sip of wine. When he looked up, he saw another man behind him stretching out his leg to kick him in the head, so he put an upside down leg on the man's back, and then raised his right leg high, and kicked the man in the chest upside down, kicking the man away.

Then he took advantage of the situation to flip out and stand again underground.

Now there was only the last person left, but this last one, seeing that he had knocked the three of them to the ground again in the blink of an eye, there was already fear in his heart, but he couldn't come there.

Since he didn't come, Xiao Jian took another sip of wine, slanted to the ground, and walked towards the man with drunken steps.

When the man saw him coming, he was afraid, and he turned his head to the left, but suddenly he sprang out to the right.

Xiao Jianxin said that this person is also a little smart, but no matter how smart he is, in the face of the huge gap in strength, he can't escape.

Xiao Jian caught up with him after a few steps from the left to the right, grabbed the clothes in the back of his heart, and lifted the man high with one arm. The man screamed in panic and danced with his hands.

Xiao Jian turned around with this person in his hand, and saw that another person behind him was struggling to get up, so he threw the person in his hand towards the person who got up.

The man couldn't dodge, so he collided with the person who threw him, and he screamed in pain.

Xiao Jian raised his head and laughed a few times, took a sip of wine, glanced at a few people, and then turned around and still walked drunk, singing drunken songs and staggering, still heading towards the brilliant light.

Along the way, he sang loudly, kept pouring wine into his mouth, and sang more and more energetically.

Later, after drinking too much, I cried a few times, laughed a few times, and felt unhappy, so I couldn't help but run on the street again.

Half-drunk and half-awake crazy like a demon, with the reflections on both sides speeding backwards, I can't help but emerge one by one Ling Bo's footprints and orientation graphics.

Unconsciously, he ran according to the figure with drunken steps, and gradually the speed became faster and faster, jumping forward and backward, scurrying left and right.

Coincidentally, if he was sober and practiced according to the secret instructions, he would have walked thousands of steps, and he wouldn't have thought to finish them all over again in a few months and half a year.

Now that he has drunk too much and fallen into a state of madness, he has only practiced Ling Bo Weibu with the imitation of his heart and consciousness, and he has to sigh that he has made people.

Angry hair rushed to the crown! Leaning on the railing, the rain rested.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Don't wait for the young man's head to be white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing, and when will the courtiers hate it?

Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain!

Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood.

To clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, towards the sky!

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue,

Hungry for the beauty chieftain, thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu words, and do easy water farewell.

The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut.

And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow.

The iron ship went straight down to XN Bay and broke through the night of the North Sea with one shot.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han is like Zhongtian.

Fight for 100,000 heroes, vow to paint the world with Chinese colors, and when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine and get drunk with the bright moon.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain.

You don't see,

The erection of Confucianism raised the strong man to die, and Shenzhou boasted of benevolence and righteousness from then on.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage.

Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh.

Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks.

Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love.

Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back.

The god was tired and slept, and the battle horn suddenly blew.

Simon said goodbye to his mother, but his mother was not sad.

The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return.

Killing the world, the tragedy shocked the underworld.

Kill one person in three steps, and your heart stops.

The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy.

Second paragraph

In the dream, there is still murder, and the smile is bright.

Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man fierce?

In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were exclusive to people, and morality was never true.

You don't see,

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who has mercy on the elk?

The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked,

Men have their own boys.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

Xiong Zhong Xiong, the Tao is different:

See through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic.

Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.

It is better to teach 10,000 people to grit their teeth and hate them, and not to teach them to scold me.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

My generation is a hot-blooded man, but can the present people lose to the ancients?

How much generosity is a hundred years!

Let the Son build for me, and I will sing for the Son.

Beckoning to the gulls and birds on the seaside, look at the cloud dream in my chest, how about the mustard is near? Chu Yue waited for idle ears, and there was a turmoil in the liver and gallbladder.

Life matters, heaven pays, and whirling.

Several people looked at each other and smiled drunk.

Seeing that the floating clouds have passed, I am afraid of the years, and I throw it away.

Persuade the son and hold the candle, for the good spring.

At the edge of the day, the star grew brighter......

The figure galloped to see it, crossed the roof, and ran with his breath, although he was drunk, he was still arrogant, and one song was over and another.

From the proud ancient poems to the modern songs, the internal force was unconsciously used, and the whole CD city heard it tonight, and saw a fluttering figure singing.