"Poof" Helian Tieshu fell under the horse, and the horse was frightened and ran away with his hooves.

Qiao Feng turned his head and showed a helpless expression, he originally wanted to kill this Western Xia general with his own hands, but he didn't expect to be robbed of the opportunity by Chen Ziang.

"Big brother, don't blame me for robbing your head, if I don't kill him, then I will only kill 12 people, counting him is only 13 people, and I will tie with you" Chen Ziang said with a smile.

"I didn't expect to drink and tie with you, and even kill the enemy to tie with you, it's really a little unpleasant," Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"It's not simple, let's go to Songhelou and drink again!" After Chen Ziang finished speaking, he drove his horse towards Songhe Tower, followed by Qiao Feng.

In Songhe Tower, the shopkeeper is chatting with the diners.

"You don't know, there are two wine heroes in this store at noon today," the shopkeeper said proudly.

"Drinking and heroes?" A man asked curiously.

"Of course, those who can drink one pound of wine are called small soldiers, those who drink two pounds are called centurions, those who drink five catties are called thousands, and those who can drink ten catties are called generals!" The shopkeeper talked eloquently, and everyone in the store was also amused by his drinking theory.

"You haven't said how much the hero can drink," one of them asked after laughing.

"How much?" The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously, obviously an old acquaintance with the person who asked him, and jokingly said, "Wang Dashan, the wine they drank today is worth more than two months for you."

Wang Dashan smiled and said, "Don't blow it, although my Wang Dashan doesn't drink much, I can't even call a small soldier, but I also want half a catty of sorghum wine a day, is it possible that they drank 30 catties each?" ”

"You're right, and it's just a little more!" The shopkeeper is amazing.

Everyone in the store expressed great admiration and amazement when they heard the people here, but some people also expressed doubts that the shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower deliberately ordered his subordinates to say so in order to expand the popularity of the Songhe Tower.

At this moment, Chen Ziang and Qiao Feng rode to the door of the Songhe Tower.

"It's them, the two heroes are here," the shopkeeper said, and hurriedly ran out to greet him with a smile.

"Second master, are you here to drink again?"

"Well, bring the largest wine vat in your store, the fifty-pound one, and bring it over directly," Qiao Feng said directly.

"Wow, this breath" The diners in the restaurant were startled when they heard it, and they came up and said fifty catties, that's wine, not water!

"Remember, it's fifty pounds per person, and then go get some snacks," Chen Ziang added, today Qiao Feng encountered such a major life event, and he should accompany him to get drunk.

"Okay, wait a while," the shopkeeper finished speaking and went to prepare, after the previous two of them fought wine, he was not surprised by how much wine these two masters drank.

The two of them chose a corner table and sat down, just to be quiet.

"Brother Qiao, what are you going to do next, no matter what you do, I will support you," Chen Ziang said.

"First of all, I want to go to Shaolin Temple and go to Master Xuanci Abbot to confront him face to face, whether he is the leading brother, and whether what happened back then is true," Qiao Feng said.

"What if he's really the big brother in charge?"

"Then I'm going to force the person who gave him the news back then, I have a hunch that there must be something else hidden in the events of that year," Qiao Feng said with a frown.

Chen Ziang nodded secretly, Qiao Feng guessed right, it was Murong Fu's father Murong Bo who falsely transmitted information back then, and the reason why he falsely transmitted information was to provoke a war between the Liao State and the Great Song Dynasty, so that his dream of recovering the country of Dayan could be realized.

And Xuan Ci was reluctant to say that the person who gave him the information back then was Murong Bo because Murong Bo died soon after that, and he was afraid that after saying it, he would have a bad reputation for Murong Bo after his death, but what he didn't know was that Murong Bo did not die at all, but hid in the Scripture Pavilion.

"But how should I tell him?" Chen Ziang thought in his heart, if he told him directly, it would not work, Qiao Feng would definitely ask himself how he knew, and he couldn't tell him that I knew everything because I had watched "Dragon Babu"?

If he writes an anonymous letter to him, he will definitely doubt the authenticity of the letter, but if there is really no way to do it, it will be the only way.

"Wine" The thin shopkeeper found a helper, and the two of them carried the wine vat to the table together, and after a while, the appetizers were also served.

"Come, let's just scoop and drink" Qiao Feng directly scooped a bowl of water from the wine tank.

"It's done" Chen Ziang held the bowl with both hands, and then drank it directly with his head up.

"Brother, tell me about you, what are you going to do next" Qiao Feng asked.

"I'm going to go to Murong Fu, I want to find him some old accounts to settle," Chen Ziang said coldly.

"You had a holiday with him?"

"Well, there are some" Chen Ziang nodded.

"Murong Fu is as famous as me, known as Nan Murong, his strength should not be underestimated," Qiao Feng reminded.

"Don't worry, even if I can't beat him, it won't be difficult to escape," Chen Ziang replied.

"That's right, I've never seen anyone as light as you, it's really impossible for Murong Fu to keep you, it's me who is too worried" Qiao Feng nodded in agreement with these words, and suddenly thought of something

"That's right! Brother Chen, can you tell me who your master is? If he can teach you such a hero, he must also be a legend in the martial arts."

Chen Ziang is only how old he is now, and he already has such profound internal strength, which is almost not inferior to him, and Qiao Feng's martial arts are not as superb as they are now at this age.

"I don't have a master" Chen Ziang shook his head with a smile, he knew that Qiao Feng definitely didn't believe it, but this was the truth.

really

"How is this possible?" Qiao Feng said in shock.

"What's impossible, the world is so big, there must be a few wizards, isn't it?" Chen Ziang smiled after speaking, then raised his head and drank another bowl of wine.

"I still don't believe it" Qiao Feng shook his head, he only thought that Chen Ziang's master was mysterious, and he refused to say it.

"Okay, you can show me the eighteen palms of the dragon descending once, believe it or not, I can learn it after just watching it once?" The corners of Chen Ziang's mouth curled up.

"How is this possible, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the world-famous martial arts of my beggar gang, only the gang leaders of the past generations can learn it, even Murong Fu can't learn it secretly, if you can learn it at a glance, it's not that there is no martial arts in the world that you can't learn?" Qiao Feng asked rhetorically.

"It's pretty much the same, but there are some complicated martial arts that need to be watched several times"

Qiao Feng "......."

"Okay, I'll demonstrate the eighteen palms of dragon descending," Qiao Feng said and jumped from upstairs to the bamboo forest behind, and Chen Ziang followed.

"Optimistic"

I saw that the internal force was running between his arms, and then with a dragon roar, the eighteen palms of the dragon were knocked out, and more than 20 green bamboos were broken in the air, and the bamboo chips in the sky flew over.

"Brother Qiao's name of Bei Qiao Feng is really worthy of his reputation" Chen Ziang held his breath after speaking, and also carried the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but this was learned before.

"Roar!!"

A dragon's roar resounded through the bamboo forest.