Drinking in the morning, twilight does not stop, leaning on the fence in the middle of the night to listen to the sound of the tide.

The spring tide reflects the moon and waves like snow, and takes 3,000 respects to Brother Wu.

Brother Wu swallowed the sun and the moon proudly, raised his hand to pick the stars and drank wine.

Half-hearted, talking, laughing, and drunk, and singing, drunk with the galaxy.

The galaxy is chaotic, the eyes are blurred, and the broken bottle sleeps together.

I slept only among the flowers, drunk him for three hundred years.

Three hundred into the throat of the king, a dream of a foreign land without worry.

Don't worry about the red dust, the month has been off, and the flowers are full of buildings.

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The smoke gradually dissipated, and at the end of the east, a trace of fish white gradually rose, and before long, countless golden lights jumped out of the sea and the morning sun sprinkled, illuminating this vast world.

Songshan boundary, somewhere near the river no store.

"Hmm!"

The head was groggy, and he opened his eyes that were still intoxicated, and suddenly, the rays of sunlight invaded his eyes, which were particularly dazzling, and the young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, not letting the sunlight fall, and after a long time, the misty scene in front of him was gradually clear, but then, endless dizziness came to his mind.

When he first woke up from a hangover, the boy felt even more uncomfortable than when he had just been resurrected and seriously injured, his head was like a pinprick, his stomach was like a tide, and the seemingly endless feeling of soreness and dizziness was impacting the boy's fragile Qingming defense line all the time, until the boy cheered up and ran his true qi for a few weeks, and his body felt a little better.

When he was resurrected that day, the sun had already set in the West Mountain, and when the sun was rising, the young man who came out of the Nai He Hall rushed to the town that had made an appointment with Qiao Feng. They have experienced a big battle, and the two brothers who have changed their moods get together again, and naturally respond to an old saying...

Don't get drunk!

Pushing the door out, I happened to see Qiao Feng playing boxing by the river, but the most ordinary Shaolin long boxing, in Qiao Feng's hands, but faintly the sound of thunder and the rising tide, seeing the dusk is a bit of itching, after all, the first set of boxing techniques he learned in the rivers and lakes is the most basic Shaolin long boxing in Shaolin.

Feeling the young man's slightly fiery gaze, Qiao Feng paused, raised his hand and smiled, and said, "Second brother, play a trick!" ”

"I'm afraid of you!" Thinking of last night's embarrassment, and seeing Qiao Feng's smiling gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows, and walked in front of Qiao Feng in three or two steps.

"Look at the move!" Before he could shout, the young man's left leg was in front of him, his waist and abdomen were tightened, and the force was transmitted directly from his legs to his upper body.

"Good!" Naturally, he didn't care about the boy's sneak attack, Qiao Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his right arm on one side, he easily pushed away the boy's punch.

The force from his arm made the young man frown, although neither of them used their internal strength, but Qiao Feng's strength was far superior to that of the young man.

After kicking out and falling into the air, the young man's body squatted slightly, his arms were like dragon probing claws, sharp and fast, and his backhand buckled towards Qiao Feng's chest.

Qiao Feng's face remained unchanged, his hands pressed down, and then pierced his hands left and right, and the remnants of the film blocked the young man's attack.

"Second brother, your long fist is very ordinary!"

Several waves of attacks by the young tiger going down the mountain were dissolved by Qiao Feng lightly, and when he heard the ridicule of the eldest brother, the young man tilted his head and said with a smile: "That's not accurate!" ”

With a twist of his body, his right leg protruded, and with a kick towards the sky, the young man turned over and slashed, taking advantage of Qiao Feng's jokes, splitting his legs to open the mountain, and finally forced him to take a step back. Subsequently, the young man took advantage of the situation of falling to bend his elbows, and broke his elbows to pick up the tiger in a false step, which finally made Qiao Feng feel a little pressure.

Jumping step and breaking elbow, intercepting double collapse, turning over and flat palm, walking fast and coercing...

Both of them are long fists, up like the wind, hitting like electricity, picking, chopping, blocking, sealing, closing, sweeping, playing, winding, one move and one style, hearing the sound of thunder, tigers and tigers, it is the prison body like a cat, shaking like a tiger, walking like a dragon, moving like lightning.

The main attack of the teenager, the body is swimming, its momentum is strong, its moves are fierce, between advance and retreat, the body and fist are parallel, the move changes, and the skillful and round.

Qiao Feng is the main guard, the cloud is light and the wind is light, its movement is fast, its moves are simple, the fist moves with his heart, he comes with his hand, and the moves are connected, which is natural.

You come and go, muffled for a while, and in a moment, the two have fought for more than 100 moves.

Although the young man didn't have anything to do with Qiao Feng no matter how he attacked, but after a hearty fight, the young man still threw off all the fatigue of the hangover.

"Bang!"

Punching out, he was blocked by Qiao Feng's backhand at will, the young man pouted, rolled his eyes with his fist, and when he saw sweat on his head, he no longer continued to attack.

"Second brother..." Seeing that the young man gave up, Qiao Feng shook his head and smiled, and was about to open his mouth to make a joke, when he suddenly felt a stir in his heart, his eyes turned, and he turned to look into the distance.

An old beggar dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and a wine gourd pinned to his waist, walked slowly with a smile in his hands.

Near the town, in the suburbs of the hotel, it was common for a few beggars to appear, but as soon as this old beggar appeared, it made Qiao Feng and Dusk's nerves tense to the limit.

The water is murmuring, slowly moving eastward, and a few smoke trees are reflected in the water, rippling with the water. The old beggar walked on the water, as if he were walking on the ground, and his footsteps were clearly on the water, but the water was still flowing, and there was no ripple, just like the old beggar's feet had never fallen into the water. What's more, the long river, which was more than ten zhang wide, was only three steps small, and the old beggar had already walked in front of the two of them from the opposite bank. It was not a few steps, but when he landed, the water suddenly shrank extremely awkwardly.

Shrink the ground into inches, treading water without a trace.

As soon as the old beggar appeared, the strength he showed made Qiao Feng and Dusk dumbfounded and unbelievable.

Came to Qiao Feng with his hands in his hand, a pair of cloudy eyes turned between the unkempt hair, the old beggar looked Qiao Feng up and down, and then sighed: "Sure enough, he is a good man!" ”

"I don't know which senior of the beggar gang you are." The brows were slightly tufted and immediately stretched, Qiao Feng arched his hand, and said with a little respect but not humility or arrogance.

"It's just an old beggar who always calls Hanako, of course, barely your senior!" Stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, and most of his original mastery immediately dissipated, but the old beggar's next sentence made the two of them confused: "You can directly call the old Hanako as..." Zongshang! ”

"Zong senior..." More and more doubts in his heart, this person has a name, a gentle attitude, not like an enemy, but it is obvious that he has never known him, but he is here for himself, Qiao Feng asked puzzledly: "I don't know what to do with Qiao on this trip?" ”

"Sect senior?" was stunned by Qiao Feng's title, and the old beggar looked at Qiao Feng, who was still puzzled, and felt a little clear in his heart.

"The previous gang leader actually didn't talk to you about the sect, it seems that he is extremely concerned about your identity!" Shaking his head, the old beggar sighed.

"Zongmen?" The more he talked, the more confused he became, Qiao Feng's brows furrowed tightly, no matter how he solved it, he couldn't solve it.

"In that case, I'll explain it to you by the old name, Hanako!" Rubbing the corners of his eyebrows with a little headache, the old beggar sat on the spot in the strange eyes of the two, and after untying the wine gourd and taking a sip, he said casually: "Re-introduction, the old name is Huazi's surname Zhao, the elder of the beggar gang of the Han Empire, and now he is one of the sects of the Northern Song Dynasty Sect..."