Ruan Xing was instigated by the old man, and suddenly had nothing to say, what the people in the rivers and lakes hated the most was those pedantic manners. The old man shuttled through the mountains, lived an isolated life, and hated those broken etiquette.

1. Cheating

The strength on Chuanwu's body gradually recovered, and he picked up his Qinglong broadsword, turned it a few times, and finally found the feeling of the past. It is said that since the advent of the Blue Dragon Twin Blades, he has not used the form of the combination to fight. Fang Nan and Zuo Fei were too addicted.

"But it's also strange, several of your weapons have similarities, they are all two-handed weapons, they are short blades when disassembled, and long blades after combination, but the power is quite fierce," Ruan Xing said

"The martial arts of the three of us originated from one master, so the weapons are a bit similar," Chuan Wu said with a smile

The most famous of the Yang family is the Yang family gun, but the Yang family's marksmanship has been lost, and the Yang family's later martial arts practitioners only borrowed some of the Yang family's past marksmanship moves, cultivated them, and evolved into later factions.

Whether it is the Qinglong broadsword of Chuanwu, or Fang Nan's Fang Tian Painted Halberd, the source of the moves on this horse is still the move of marksmanship.

Ruan Xing's Ruan family marksmanship is also evolved on the basis of the Qi family's gun, and when it comes to Ruan Xing's generation, only Ruan Xing is left. If Ruan Xing died, then the Ruan family's marksmanship would be completely lost.

Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, and the loss of many unique secrets is caused by the rules of various ethnic groups. If there is no male in the clan, then this martial art can only be lost.

Ruan Xing is not so particular, which is inseparable from the fact that he has been the king of the mountain for so many years. The Ruan family's marksmanship is originally derived from the Qi family gun, as long as it is not passed on to the scum of martial arts, it is the same to anyone.

This Yang family is also the queen of the gate, and passing it on to them can only benefit the rivers and lakes, and will not harm the martial arts.

"It is not easy for a Yang family, a Ruan family, and a Jiangmen of different dynasties to be mixed together," the old man said while drinking and eating meat

"Alas, I said old man, don't you say okay, we will produce meat, will you produce wine? Why did you drink it alone with a gourd? What about our wines? Ruan Xing looked at the old man's gourd and said

"I just detoxified the two boys, and I thought I had paid for the meat," the old man said without raising his head

The old man was holding his gourd, which was a treasure that he had found with great difficulty, how could he share it casually with others? The thousand-year-old mountain ginseng in this gourd was obtained by squatting in the mountains for several months. The hundred-year-old blue and white snake was also caught by chasing it for a few days and nights. Such a good thing, it must be for yourself to enjoy.

"The detoxification was voluntary by you, and we didn't let you detoxify it, and ha, the poison of the flurry boy was not given by you, so it doesn't count at all", Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Which of your eyes saw that I poisoned him", the old man looked like a scoundrel

"Ha, old scoundrel, you were poisoned when you slapped the boy, you can lie to the three of them about this, but you can't fool me", Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Then I will also heal his internal injuries from martial arts, why don't you say this?" The old man said with a grin

"Who knew he had internal injuries? What about fooling people? This kid fought with me for thousands of rounds yesterday, and I didn't see any internal injuries from him", Ruan Xing said, anyway, I just don't admit it, I just want to drink the wine in your gourd

"Hey, the little kid can't see it, at such a young age, he can give Ruan Chunshan's kid thousands of rounds, it's not simple, you impress me again", the old man said

Fang Nan touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly.

2. Ask the old man to come out of the mountain

"It's okay if the old man doesn't drink your wine, just fulfill a small wish of ours, a small little wish," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Stop, you should also guess who I am, now that you know my identity, what Lao Tzu doesn't like to do, you'd better avoid it", the old man wiped his mouth and said with a smile

"That's okay, bring your wine over and give it to us to drink, otherwise in the future, we will come out of this deep mountain and old forest to give you propaganda everywhere, and Senior Li will bully the juniors of the rivers and lakes, so that you will not be able to protect the old night", Ruan Xing said

"You are such scoundrels," the old man said helplessly

"This is not something you learned from your predecessors," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Okay, if you have something to say, if you have a fart, you have a lot of things to do", the old man said impatiently

"In this way, the old-timers have agreed to this little wish of the younger generations," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Boy, don't get an inch," the old man said with a serious face

"Then ask the old-timers to go out of the mountain once and help one of our friends to connect his legs," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Haha, out of the mountain? Lao Tzu doesn't agree, what he just said doesn't count, you can drop whatever you like, Lao Tzu doesn't want to", the old man said with a smile

"It's really an old scoundrel," Ruan Xing said helplessly

"It's a pity that my name is Huaji," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"What? Called Flower Chicken? I said, what's wrong with that? It turns out that you still have good things hidden and haven't taken them out, what a bunch of slippery heads, scoundrel boys", the old man said pointing to Chuan Wu and Ruan Xing

"When it comes to scoundrels, we can't compare with you," Ruan Xing said

"Although this wild boar meat is delicious, it's a pity that it's too greasy, how can it be called flower chicken? Take it out, just scrape the oil and water in the intestines," the old man said with a smile

"Old man, you have a lot of food, you can eat more than me", Fang Nan looked at the old man and said

"He's called old and strong," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Don't pat me on the back, get the chicken out quickly," the old man said with a smile

Ruan Xing picked up his serpentine spear, moved the bonfire away, dug up the soil under the bonfire, the banana leaves had been roasted, Ruan Xing took out a banana leaf, opened it and the fragrance came to his nose, Fang Nan and Zuo Fei immediately came up and held a banana leaf, opened it and began to eat it eagerly.

Chuanwu also came up, and a few guys wrapped the banana leaves in the chicken, and ate it beautifully.

The old man stared at the few guys eating with relish, and when he saw that he didn't have his own, he was very depressed.

"No mine?" The old man said

"Oh, sorry, not really? You guys don't mean it enough, how can you let me watch you eat, oops, little guy leave me some", the old man ran to Fang Nan and looked at the steaming pheasant, anxious and itching.

The most unbearable thing in front of delicious and fragrant meat is that you can smell it but not eat it.

"I'll give you a little bit of wine," said the old man, gritting his teeth

"We don't need it, the steamed pheasant meat is fat but not greasy, tender and delicious in the mouth, it doesn't matter if there is wine or not," Ruan Xing said with a smile

"Lao Tzu promised your little wish, you can give your deflated calf friend to pick up the legs, come and come, give Lao Tzu a taste, and kill Lao Tzu", the old man's mouth was sour, and his saliva flowed all over the ground.

Fang Nan hugged the chicken, turned around and continued to nibble on the pheasant meat in his arms, his face full of happiness.

When the old man saw that the chickens were almost finished, his heart was like thousands of ants, and he was anxious to circle around a few little guys.