Chapter 49: The Nine-Fingered Beggar, Hong Qigong

Name: The proprietress of the restaurant

Strength: Acquired five-fold (comparable to the second-rate mid-term)

Luck: 39

"This is definitely not a normal restaurant hostess?"

Which restaurant proprietress have you ever seen is a martial arts master, although she is not a top powerhouse in the middle of the second-rate period, but she can finally be ranked first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

"Childe, your red pink roast chicken is here, as well as garlic sea bass, Bazhen soup......"

Xiao Er hurriedly served a pair of delicacies, which were fragrant, which made Yang Guo a little anxious, and his eyes kept wandering.

"Uncle, let's have dinner!"

After speaking, Yang Guo hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, and he ate a few large pieces in three times and five divided by two, and couldn't help but shout that it was delicious.

"Boss, I want a good pot of tea, take the best."

Tianqian is not good at drinking, and with his alcohol consumption, he is afraid that he will fall to the ground immediately after three glasses, and fall asleep.

"Haole, tea!"

In an instant, a pot of tea was served, and Tianqian carefully poured two cups. One cup for himself, twice as much for his daughter-in-law.

"Long'er, you and I just drink tea, it smells pleasant."

Seeing the tender Tianqian, the two couldn't help but look at each other, a couple in love.

"It's so fragrant, can the little guy give my old guy a piece of roast chicken?"

The man who spoke was an old beggar with unkempt hair, his face was red, and he looked to be seventy or eighty years old, but he was still in good spirits, and he felt very energetic.

"Old beggar, get out, you can come to a place like ours."

Seeing the dirty old beggar, Xiao Er's face was angry. They are a century-old shop, and they can't be ruined in the hands of old beggars.

"He's very strong, you can be careful."

The little dragon girl also noticed that something was wrong, the old beggar in front of her was like Mount Tai, vigorous and powerful, and could crush everything.

Name: Hong Qigong

Strength: half-step innate (only one foot short of stepping into the early stage of congenital)

Luck: 79

Martial arts: Eighteen palms of the dragon (the first product of the world)

Nine Yin True Scripture

Martial arts: Thirty-six ways to fight dogs

"It's him, the seventh prince of the Northern Beggar!"

Tianqian couldn't help but be a little surprised, he took a closer look at the hands of the old beggar in front of him, and sure enough, there were only nine fingers.

It is said that the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong used to spoil a big thing because of greed, and he cut off one of his fingers in a fit of anger, so he was called the Nine-Fingered Beggar.

"My old guy can sit down, the fragrant roast chicken is so fragrant, tsk!"

Hong Qigong's eyes stared straight at the roast chicken on the plate, and then wiped his hands, and his mouth was flushed.

"Presumptuous, is this distinguished guest something you can provoke as a beggar?"

Xiao Er was furious, and he motioned for the guards to move and beat the old beggar out with a stick.

"Wait, I've invited him to dinner, you don't have to worry about it."

Tianqian waved his hand, the northern beggar Hong Qigong is a real hero, don't say one meal, even if it is ten meals, what if it is a hundred meals?

"This craftsmanship is much worse than Rong'er, but it can be improvised."

Hong Qigong didn't care about a few people at all, he only cared about tearing the roast chicken by himself, and ate it with relish.

"Grandpa, you have eaten up the roast chicken that my master wants to eat, aren't you a good person?"

Seeing Hong Qigong's approach, he was not angry, his master was a very good person, and the old man in front of him was too arrogant.

"Don't talk nonsense, what do we want to eat when the Seventh Duke wants? If you want to eat it, are you going to have a roast chicken? ”

ran into Hong Qigong, how could Tianqian let go of this opportunity. Eighteen palms of dragon descending, that is a hero's special martial arts.

"The little doll has good eyesight, and I'm always called Hanako."

Speaking of Hong Qigong, he was also carefully looking at Tianqian. Then he shook his head and said to himself: "The talent is so average, how extraordinary is it to have such strength when you are a teenager?" ”

Uh, I'm bad. You can't hit people like this, it's a bone 2 anyway

"Senior, you are the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong? I admire you. ”

Hearing the name Tianqian called out just now, Yang Guo was overjoyed, his dream was to become a hero like Guo Jing and Hong Qigong.

"You're Yang Guo! I saw it when you were a kid. ”

Although Yang Kang is not a good person, and he is extremely evil. But the Seventh Duke would not put Yang Kang's guilt on Yang Guo.

"Yang Guo, you weren't sent to Zhongnan Mountain by Jing'er, why didn't you come with the Quanzhen faction?"

Thinking of Mu Nianci, Hong Qigong couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Yang Guo's life experience. So I want to ask clearly, lest he go down Yang Kang's old path again.

"Qigong, I'm ...... I joined the Tomb Sect. ”

Yang said with a hard head that in ancient times, those who betrayed their teachers were deceived and destroyed their ancestors in the eyes of others.

"Boom!"

Hong Qigong had an angry look on his face, Guo Jing wasted so much effort to send him to the Quanzhen faction, and gave him apostasy, could it be that he was going to follow Yang Kang's path again.

"Those bullnoses of the Quanzhen faction are not a good thing, and they almost killed them in the past."

Xiaolongnu was also angry, she still clearly remembered Yin Zhiping's ugly face, if it weren't for Tianqian, she was afraid that it would have ......

"The Quanzhen faction is not a righteous gentleman, so what is a good gentleman?" Hong Qigong has lived for half his life, and he has never heard such words.

"Good person, Guo Jing can be counted, and you are also a Seventh Prince, that's all."

Guo Jing has resisted the Mongol army all his life, no matter how unfavorable the situation is, he has never retreated, and he can be called a dead end.

As for Hong Qigong, the people he killed in his life were all great traitors and evildoers, and he never killed a good person.

"Then the Quanzhen Sect is not a good person, they also resist the Mongol army."

was told his deeds by Tianqian, and Hong Qigong was also a little happy. Guo Jing is his apprentice, and the good people in the world are their master and apprentice.

"I'm going to hehe, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are doing dirty things. Where were the Mongol armies when they came? ”

Without waiting for Hong Qi to refute publicly, Tianqian continued to attack, and he looked excited.

"Let me tell the Seven Princes that the Quanzhen faction has never killed a Mongol, and the Quanzhen faction has extended the life of the Mongol Great Khan.

I have time to go to this sect myself and wipe them out. ”

That Yin Zhiping wanted to have bad intentions towards his daughter-in-law, so he asked Tianqian to catch it, and he didn't pick up the skin and cramps.

Hearing Tianqian's words, Hong Qigong had nothing to say. This is the case, the Quanzhen Sect shouts the loudest slogan, but the actual action is Guo Jing as cannon fodder.

"The proprietress is good for wine and food, so be careful of your heads when it's late."

The man was tall, dressed in a short leather coat, with a scimitar and a long bow hanging from his body. There is no doubt that these were two Mongol soldiers.

"Presumptuous, this is the realm of our Great Song Dynasty, you are too arrogant!"

Someone was not angry, he shouted loudly, and then looked at the reaction of everyone in the restaurant.

"Hehe, I'm presumptuous. What can you humble Han Chinese, we centurions march here not far away. ”

The two Mongolian soldiers were extremely arrogant, and they didn't pay attention to the Han people in the restaurant at all, as if they were looking at pigs and dogs.

"Amitabha, you have gone too far. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal and should be treated with courtesy! ”

A voice of compassion came, but the speaker had not yet arrived. There should be hundreds of meters, which shows the depth of this person's skills.

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