Under the scorching sun, Wen Shan raised the wine jug in his hand and poured it into his mouth, and in an instant, the wine continued to flow down his throat and into his stomach, and his face dried by the wind and sand gradually became ruddy.

Tie Xuan looked at Wen Shan's inexplicable move curiously, all kinds of thoughts were surging in his mind, but he couldn't guess where his purpose was, his eyes swept to the people beside him, and he saw that they all had a look of expectation in their eyes.

"Interesting, I'd like to see what kind of medicine this guy sells in his gourd." Tie Xuan said in his heart, staring at Wen Shan without blinking, afraid of missing any detail.

"Good wine!"

When he was half drunk, he suddenly heard a loud roar from Wen Shan, and his momentum was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and in the next moment, he moved.

Wenshan sandwiched the white camel with his feet, the whole person flew up, the golden rooster was independent of the only hump of the white camel, its people were drunk and hazy, stumbled, swayed, but suddenly played a fist.

"Here, boy, aren't you curious, I'll open your eyes." The black dove stared intently at Wen Shan in front of him, and said with a cold smile.

"I'm upside down and upside down like a wave, there are thousands of grievances to laugh at, I'm low, I'm high, swaying and refusing to fall, I know best what is in the wine." Wen Shan sang loudly while his fists did not stop, and the whole person seemed to swing with the wind, flickering left and right, high and low, making people confused.

However, he obviously looked drunk, but every step out of the hump did not leave the hump at all, his feet seemed to take root on the ground, and the whole person stood motionless on the hump to perform that incomprehensible fist technique.

"What is this?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Tie Xuan's eyes showed an incredible look, even if he had less knowledge, he understood at this moment that what Wen Shan was performing should be a set of boxing techniques, and the grade should not be low.

"I didn't expect someone to be so boring, to create such a boxing technique, if you have to give this set of martial arts a name, I think I'm afraid that there is only the word drunken boxing." A slightly vicissitudes of life voice sounded in Tie Xuan's mind, with a little disdain and admiration between the words, and two inexplicable emotions were intertwined.

"Drunken Fist, this is really interesting, it seems to be very different from all the martial arts today." Tie Xuan looked at it with relish and said thoughtfully.

"It's the same, but it's a novelty for you people." Tie Lan said disdainfully.

"You never use a knife to make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes."

"I don't use a knife." The black dove and others should be reconciled.

"I carry the weight of a thousand pounds on my shoulders."

"I'll pick it up on one shoulder."

"I don't shout grievances or beg for mercy, I am willing to bend over friendship, and I am a drunk immortal." A loud and strong voice came out of Wenshan Pass, with an indescribable heroic and free meaning, which made Tie Xuan, who heard this song for the first time on the side, full of excitement, and his blood was churning, and he couldn't wait to find someone to fight immediately.

"Alright, the warm-up is over, boy, it's time for this fierce tiger to show off his skills, don't blink." The black dove suddenly reminded aloud.

"What, senior, was it just ...

Without waiting for Tie Xuan to ask the doubts in his heart, Wen Shan had already slapped the hump with one hand, and the whole person immediately flew up, and when he landed, the person was already three feet in front of him.

In the next moment, I saw that his whole person moved again, while performing his fist technique, he still recited the words in his mouth, "Han Zhongli, stumbling and hugging the top of the heart, Lu Dongbin, lifting the pot to toast Qianjun, Han Xiangzi, wrestling his wrist and hitting the chest drunk, Uncle Cao Guo, the immortal toast and lock the throat buckle, He Xiangu, bounce the waist and offer drunken steps, Lan Caihe, single mention toast to stop the waist and break, Zhang Guolao, drunk toss the cup and kicks the chain. ”

"What is this?" Seeing the moves and moves that Wen Shan had practiced, Tie Xuan's eyes widened again, and his eyes showed an incredible color.

"This is the drunken eight immortals, there are eight styles of boxing, and from these eight styles, each of which evolves into eight styles, that is, eight eight sixty-four styles. Don't look at Wen Shan stumbling and swaying at the moment, in fact, he is gossiping on his legs, and every step is secretly reasonable, but in fact, he is not drunk in shape, and he is not drunk in his fists. As for the key to boxing, it depends on your chance, but it's inconvenient for me to say more. Ye Xiao came to Tie Xuan's side at some point and explained.

"This is natural, Tie Xuan doesn't dare to be too forceful, just follow the fate." Tie Xuan said.

After a set of boxing methods, Wen Shan's face was not red, he was not panting, and he looked calm and relaxed, it seemed that after this set of boxing techniques, he was not only not tired but became more and more energetic.

"Okay, the play is over, let's continue on the road." The black widow said lightly, looking excited.

"Wait, there's a fighting ahead, you guys are on guard, I'll touch it first, and I'll go and see it." Hearing this, Wen Shan's expression moved, his face was solemn, and then the whole person disappeared out of everyone's sight out of thin air.

In the Wende Hall of the Imperial Palace, the early dynasty has been dispersed for a long time, and there are only two people standing scattered in the empty hall.

The first person on the left was dressed in a purple robe, wearing a goldfish bag at his waist, and his eyes were ancient under his snow-white eyebrows, even if he had stood for nearly a stick of incense in this hall for some reason, he always had a trace of indifferent smile on his face, not arrogant or impatient, as if anything that came to him was enough to deal with it calmly.

And the bearded golden-armored old man standing opposite him didn't have his qi cultivation kung fu at all, his eyes were like copper bells staring at the ground, occasionally raising his head slightly, and there was a momentum in his face that was not angry and self-threatening.

And on the top of the nine-story white jade paved stairs, there was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, whose eyes kept staring at a piece of music in his hand, and after a long time, he slowly said, "The two Qing families, General Meng of Gucheng said that the Liao army is menacing this time, and the plan is very big, and it seems that he wants to break the city on the occasion of the grand event in order to fight for the period of stopping the army that year, what do you think of this matter?" ”

"Your Majesty, the old minister thinks that this move is just a big fuss by Meng Changqing, the Liao people will always invade the south every once in a while, but the city is fortified according to natural dangers, and the city is strong and strong, every time the Liao people return in vain, the result will be the same this time, the saint does not have to worry." The purple-robed old man bowed with a wat board in his hand, his face indifferent.

"Master Pang, this is wrong, since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, the Liao people have always been eyeing the territory of our Great Song Dynasty, and have launched more than a dozen invasions in hundreds of years, although each time they have returned with a feather, but our border soldiers have also suffered heavy losses and are unable to pursue. And this time, General Meng personally wrote a letter to report the urgency, which is enough to show that the matter is serious, and the Liao people must have secretly accumulated some strength that we don't know. If we do not send additional reinforcements, once the fortified city is lost, the Liao people will drive straight into the hinterland of our Great Song Dynasty, and then there will be no misery and the people will not be able to make a living. Your Majesty, the old minister is willing to personally lead 100,000 forbidden troops to Gucheng to help in the war and raise the prestige of the Great Song Dynasty. The golden armor veteran said with a righteous awe, his eyes as sharp as a sword, as if he was about to pierce the sky.

"Yang Ling has the heavy responsibility of protecting the public, and it is not appropriate to leave, so this matter should not be mentioned again." On the golden dragon chair, the middle-aged man flicked his long sleeves and said with a majestic face.

"That being the case, the old minister implores His Majesty to appoint General Han Yu to go, and with him to assist General Meng, even if the Liao army of millions is overwhelmed, the fortified city will definitely be impregnable." The veteran of the golden armor said earnestly.

"Yang Linggong, you want Your Majesty to send reinforcements to Gucheng, do you think that General Meng's 50,000 army can't hold a small Gucheng?" The purple-robed old man raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently.

"Master Pang, if you don't send reinforcements this time, the fortified city will be lost at that time, so that the rivers and mountains that Emperor Taizu and his old man fought back then will be in flames everywhere, can you afford such a big crime?" The veteran of the golden armor stared at the old enemy in front of him with his eyes like copper bells, and his snow-white beard continued to rise and fall with his slightly rapid breathing, and he asked loudly.

"You..."

"That's enough." Before the purple-robed old man could speak, the middle-aged man of the Ninety-Five Venerable had already slapped the back of the chair fiercely and said angrily.

"Your Majesty is angry, and Weichen is terrified." Hearing this, the gold-armored veteran and the purple-robed old man both knelt on the ground and said in unison.

"Panic, you are scared, Yang Linggong, you are so bold, you almost pointed at my nose and scolded." The middle-aged man said with an angry face, his chest rising and falling.

"Your Majesty, what the old minister said is for the sake of the Great Song Dynasty, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest selfishness, and he hopes that His Majesty's sacred heart will be clear." The veteran of the golden armor said with a resolute face, his head held high, and his eyes looked directly at the Son of Heaven without flinching.

"You?"

Seeing that the veteran of the golden armor was so rude to contradict him, the middle-aged man really wanted to open his mouth and drag the old guy out and behead him, but looking at the other party's old face, he couldn't bear it.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and then only heard a long sigh coming, looking for prestige, only to see the middle-aged man said helplessly, "That's it, I don't care about this matter, get up." ”

"Your Majesty is generous, and the old minister is grateful." The veteran of the golden armor stood up, and then bowed.

"As for the reinforcements proposed by Meng Changqing, let Han Yu take five thousand ironclad troops to Gucheng, there are no more, kneel down." The middle-aged man frowned, then stood up, and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty, isn't there any room for negotiation in this matter?" The veteran of the golden armor looked unwilling

"What, the decision on this matter, does Yang Linggong want me to repeat it?" The middle-aged man who was about to take a step suddenly turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his low-hanging noble head slightly, looked directly at the veteran, and said coldly.

Hearing this, in an instant, the veteran of the golden armor only felt that a cold killing intent had been firmly locked on himself, and his face continued to change, and finally this veteran who stood tall seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden, his head drooped slightly, and he was unwilling to clench his fists and lead the order, "Don't dare, the old minister obeys the order." ”