"Oh, I learned this from a former nursing uncle, and I thought it looked good at the time, so I learned a few tricks randomly. Yan Luo scratched his head and said.

Beggars Fist ...... Shadowboxing...... He couldn't say that he would have done it before the crossing, so he made up a random source.

Listening to the new name of Taijiquan and the words of the old man, there is no doubt that the beggar gang belongs.

I think that according to the extensiveness and circulation of the beggar gang, there must be many people who will know, and the "nursing home" may have been a member of the beggar gang before.

"I see. The old man bowed slightly, and did not doubt the statement of Yan Luo, but sighed twice:

"Indeed, the current Xiang Wu people are all good at a few beggars, which is not a secret. Since Hong Bagong's rise in the middle of the micro-end, the beggar gang fist he created when he was young has been widely circulated in the rivers and lakes. ”

Hung Bagong...... Yan Luo immediately noticed the name.

Create it at your fingertips!

Hong Qigong?

As we all know, Hong Qigong is a character written by Mr. Jin Yong in his previous life.

This character is widely circulated among the public, and it once made people feel real and charming.

The so-called East Evil West Poison Southern Emperor North Beggar, North Beggar Hong Qigong.

There is a Hong Ba Gong here, a name similar to Hong Qi Gong, which is really interesting, and it just corresponds to the 24 styles of Taijiquan Essence.

Earthling!

It's not bad.

Yan Luo's face became a little strange, and he asked, "Has Hong Bagong written a lot of world-famous poems?"

The regular routine of the traverser takes out the famous poems and phrases of the previous life and pretends to be forced.

"Ah, don't you know Hong Bagong?" The old man's face was full of surprise, and he couldn't even cover the thick gray dirt, so he almost overflowed from his entire face, but he didn't expect Yan Luo to ask such a question.

"Boy, you are from Jiangyang Town. The braided uncle on the side was also interested when he heard the name of "Hong Bagong", turned around, looked at the two of them with his nostrils, and interjected.

Yan Luo nodded with a "hmm", a little disgusted by the appearance of the braided uncle.

"That's it, Jiangyang Town has always been remote, and although Hong Bagong is talented, his achievements are in his old age, so he doesn't like to promote his reputation so much, Jiangyang Town is afraid that there are no beggars, how can there be the legend of Hong Bagong. ”

The pigtailed uncle said quite proudly, analyzing what he thought was the "truth", and said with interest that the head was the Tao.

Gifted, but accomplished in old age?

Yanluo no longer cared about Uncle Braid's smugness, was self-righteous, and focused on the characteristics of the so-called Hong Bagong.

Maybe the period of crossing is in old age, which looks different from the period I have traveled through, but it has the same effect.

They all directly occupy the body of the original owner and inherit the life of the original owner.

"Old man, can you introduce me to Hong Bagong, cough, senior?" Yan Luo asked politely to the old man.

is also a traverser, although whether it is in age, or in the morning or evening of crossing, Yanluo should also call a senior.

But invisibly, Yanluo still feels a little awkward, and he really can't scream.

The old man nodded, his gray eyes showed respect and adoration, and the old man introduced to Yanluo:

"According to legend, Hong Bagong lost his parents at the age of six and became a young man named Hanako......"

Gee...... Another orphan, who listened in embarrassment.

“...... In this way, Hong Bagong spent most of his life, wandering, and frustrated all the way. One day, Hong Bagong raised the sky and sighed, "There is no road in the world, some people walked, it became a road, today, I am the path of mortals!" Hong Bagong's voice fell, the bamboo stick in his hand pointed out, and in the ridicule of a dry flower beside him, the bamboo stick bloomed into an emerald green light that went straight to the sky, and since then it has become a legend. ”

Isn't that a bamboo stick...... Yan Luo asked, "Does the bamboo stick of Hong Bagong and the predecessors have a name?"

The old man was silent and did not respond.

"Dog sticks. The pigtailed uncle on the side said.

"Yes. The old man nodded, and opened his mouth again, as if he wanted to explain a few words, but he still didn't say anything.

This Hong Bagong, an old traverser...... Yan Luo remembered a fictional character from his previous life.

The man named Russell the Great, this Hong Bagong is simply carved out of a mold.

Loaded everything that could be pretended, so that latecomers like themselves had nothing to pretend.

I just don't know if this fellow named Hong Bagong is happy in his later years, hehe......

For a while, Yan Luo remembered the Lord of Secrets, the days and nights of obsessing girlfriends and speculating in stocks, the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and the white light cocoons hanging on the strange light door.

Will he also come out of the light cocoon, will he also be the backhand left by an existence similar to "Tianzun".

There is no way to know these things for the time being, so Yan Luo had to put down all kinds of doubts and continue to chat with the old man.

The words went back and forth, and he was familiar with the old man and learned some news.

The old man was a beggar, and he was once a beggar for food.

Asking for rice here is not a verb, but an adjective, or a noun.

That is, the so-called professional beggars, and beggars who ask for food are still a not low level, and they are considered to be organized in the entire beggar gang.

According to the old man, the beggar gang is the largest gang in the eastern part of the mainland, and its subordinate gangs are divided into thousands of rudders, all over the country and province.

So although it is the lowest level, it is also considered to be a level, and the old man later served as the helmsman of the beggar gang in a large town in the north.

"It was given to me by the master who pulled me up, that is, our former helmsman bishop, who said that when I became a beggar, I would be able to become a "Jianghu". ”

The grime-covered face had a few strangulation marks, as if it were a sad face.

Listening to the old man's words, he secretly pondered in his heart...... After practicing beggar's boxing, oh, just 24-style Taijiquan, can you also become a "Jianghu"?

Doesn't seem right.

Although I don't know if there is a profession similar to Tai Chi in this power system, or boxing and fisting,

But according to the set urine nature, all professions should be promoted through rituals.

It is the two mantras corresponding to the profession, plus the symbolic items and the Canadian dollar martial arts.

Could it be that it is possible to advance through a breakthrough in strength?...... Yan Luo's black eyes turned, and he remembered the words of the braided uncle,

He said that the old man's face was not as good as those nine-year-old children in the capital all his life, and he also opened his mouth to ridicule the old man as an old madman, so ......

But looking at the old man's true feelings, the possibility of his master deceiving him is also very small, is it really deceived?

A fine light flashed in Yan Luo's eyes, could it be......

"Hey!~" A sigh came from the side again, and Yan Luo turned his head to look at Uncle Braid.

Uncle Braided was already lying on the ground, with his arms on his head, his right leg raised, and Erlang's leg raised:

"A beggar? Only an elder who becomes a beggar is worthy of being called a beggar, at least if he wants to eat an elder, he can be qualified to be a beggar, and he is qualified to contact the rivers and lakes. As for the other beggars, it would be better to call them Hanako. ”