Nine-Fingered Beggar!

Hong Qigong.

can eat in the inn so unscrupulously, and it is so casual and natural, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, but he disdains the eyes of the people around him and looks very free. And the only one who can give Yue Yuan a feeling of a top master is Hong Qigong among the beggars.

It can be said that in this inn, among the people who eat, the most eye-catching ones are this Hong Qigong and Yue Yuan, who are dressed in luxurious golden robes.

One is casual to eat, drink casually, and have a chic posture, while the other is luxurious in dressing, luxurious in eating, and leisurely in one.

Both are alternative!

It can be said that the unique performance of the two here completely attracted the attention of everyone around. It's just that both of them have one thing in common, that is, they take care of themselves and don't pay attention to the eyes of others.

And at this moment, seeing Hong Qigong looking at himself curiously, Yue Yuan, who noticed it, of course looked at the other party with a smile, and at the same time raised a glass to Hong Qigong to toast to show his younger generation.

“……”

Staring at Yue Yuan with blazing eyes, for Hong Qigong, a Taoist priest dressed in such a luxurious and outrageous manner, it was the first time he had seen him walk the rivers and lakes for decades. And according to his analysis, the strange golden-robed Taoist priest in front of him definitely did not come down from Zhongnan.

Based on Hong Qigong's previous understanding of Wang Chongyang, people are eager to ask for a lot of money to fight against gold, and naturally they will not allow their subordinates to wear such luxurious robes, so the robes of the Quanzhen Sect have always been based on simplicity.

So what kind of sect is the Taoist priest in front of you?

Frowning and pondering, Hong Qigong realized that none of the relevant Taoist people he knew before were so public. And he just looked at the other party a little, and the other party could feel his gaze, which shows that the other party's skills are not bad, and he is a young master.

After Yue Yuan raised his glass to Hong Qigong, Hong Qigong was stunned at first, and then suddenly daxiao and became happy.

Then the whole person got up from the table, strode to Yue Yuan's table, sat down, reached out and took half a roast chicken from the plate on Yue Yuan's table, and said with a smile while gnawing: "Little Taoist, how can you eat such a table of good dishes alone?" Let the old beggar help! ”

"Huh!"

"If you can get the help of your seniors, your juniors will naturally be happy!"

Yue Yuan was a little surprised that Hong Qigong actually came to his table, but it was obvious that the leader of the beggar gang had become interested in him. In the face of the uninvited arrival of the nine-fingered beggar, Yue Yuan naturally had no opinion.

It can be said that among the five uniques of the rivers and lakes, the only person who really walks the rivers and lakes and acts chivalrous and righteous is the old beggar in front of him.

The West is poisonous and vicious, and the East Evil only cares about its own affairs at all, and the Master of Nandi Yideng is only a monk halfway, and more often than not, it is accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha. Wang Chongyang, who erected the banner of anti-Jin, is dead, and only the northern beggar, Hong Qigong, has always maintained his nature, maintained chivalrous righteousness, and added positive energy to the rivers and lakes.

It can be said that in the two dramas of the Condor Shooting Condor, the only person Yue Yuan admires is the nine-fingered beggar in front of him.

Just ask, in the rivers and lakes, how many people can pat their chests and tell everyone that the people he has killed in his life are all deserved, and no one is an exception? And Hong Qigong can.

"Although this roast chicken is good in the town, it is not the most authentic, but now it can only be eaten like this!"

Facing Hong Qigong, Yue Yuan's chopsticks clicked on the little roast chicken left on the plate, and commented like this, and he was quite disappointed in his words.

"Indeed!"

Hong Qigong groaned, bit a piece of meat hard, and then nodded in agreement after taking advantage of the wine: "The taste of this roast chicken is not authentic, but it is already very good in this town!" The two reached an agreement on the food in the inn.

For eating and drinking, Yue Yuan and Hong Qigong are still very similar in some aspects.

"That's right!"

"Little Taoist, what kind of sect are you? Old beggar, I have been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I have never seen a Taoist priest dressed like this! ”

After taking a few big bites, most of the roast chicken in his hand had disappeared, and there was still a skeleton left, and after casually throwing it on the empty plate next to him, Hong Qigong's eyes fell on Yue Yuan's golden robe, frowning and wondering.

For Hong Qigong, if he didn't understand, he asked directly, he didn't know how to fight.

"Hmm!"

"Huashan, Pure Yang!"

Yue Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't hesitate to answer his virtual sect origin, and said: "But under normal circumstances, it is mainly blue and white Taoist robes, and the juniors are just because of their own hobbies and other reasons!" ”

Huashan, pure yang?

Chunyang Hong Qigong knows, but does Huashan have this sect? However, after pondering carefully, Hong Qigong remembered that in the distant Tang Dynasty, there seemed to be such a sect in Huashan, but it was destroyed because of the Anshi Rebellion. At this point, Huashan Chunyang dispersed, and one of them fell to Zhongnan, and didn't Wang Chongyang say that he was the descendant of Chunyang?

Thinking of this, I said in my heart that this person in front of me really has something to do with the Quanzhen Sect!

"Because of the war, our sect has dispersed, and now there is only one junior left in Chunyang!"

Looking at Hong Qigong's contemplative appearance, Yue Yuan sighed in a sighing and sad tone: "Although Quanzhen has the inheritance of pure yang, they are only pure yang, not pure yang!" ”

“……”

Hearing Yue Yuan's words, Hong Qigong didn't speak, and he could also feel the bleak scene in his heart, the long-standing big faction has become what it is today, just imagine that no one can accept it. From another standpoint, if the beggar gang also becomes like this, Hong Qigong will naturally feel uncomfortable.

Half a day.

"Then little Taoist, didn't you think about restoring the sect?"

Grabbing a piece of pig's trotter again with his right hand, Hong Qigong asked after taking a bite.

"In this section of the street, the younger generation weishenme wants to re-establish pure yang? Won't it be destroyed in the flames of war again? ”

Hearing Hong Qigong's words, Yue Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically: "In my opinion, maybe in more than ten years, even Quanzhen will enter the flames of war, and I don't know how many sects in this river and lake will be destroyed in one fell swoop." I wouldn't do anything like building and destroying it. ”

"Hmm......"

Hong Qigong's face became extremely solemn when he heard this, he looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him, and asked lightly, "Little Taoist, what do you mean by this?" ”

Raising his head, Yue Yuan leisurely put a chopstick dish in his bowl, and then took a sip of the wine glass, then smiled: "Could it be that the seniors can't see it?" Speaking of this, Yue Yuan also stretched out his hand and pointed to the north.

Suddenly, Hong Qigong was silent.

He knew what the reason was referred to in Yue Yuan's words, in the first ten years, the Great Song Dynasty faced Dajin like a wolf, and in the face of Dajin's invasion, many chivalrous warriors in the rivers and lakes chose to resist Jin, and especially the original Quanzhen Sect Wang Chongyang was the main one, it can be said that many people in the rivers and lakes are united under Wang Chongyang's anti-Jin banner.

More than ten years later, Daikin declined, but another tiger more terrifying than Daikin stepped on Daikin's corpse and was born in the north, which is Mongolia.

There was silence for a long time.

Hong Qigong suddenly laughed, wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and the old beggar raised his head to meet Yue Yuan's gaze, and said, "But young people are so unenergetic, I don't like old beggars!" After speaking, Hong Qigong had already stretched out his greasy right hand and grabbed it straight towards Yue Yuan's shoulder.

Facing the opponent's sudden attack, Yue Yuan was stunned for a while.