After eating a meal of Huang Rong's delicacies in vain, Hong Qigong was not hypocritical, and directly agreed to teach the two of them martial arts, and the three of them came to the pine forest at the edge of the town in a short time.

I saw Hong Qigong muttering to himself: "After eating such a good meal from you for nothing, I really can't take out the things at the bottom of the box without teaching you to press something." ”

As he spoke, his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, his right palm drew a circle, he exhaled, pushed outward, and swept his palm to a pine tree in front of him.

"Wow!"

Huang Rong exclaimed, and Hong Qigong said proudly: "This is the housekeeping ability of the old man called Huazi, the eighteen palms of the dragon, how about the little girl want to learn?" ”

This Hong Qigong is deliberately ridiculing, his eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the most fierce, not suitable for Huang Rong to learn at all, it's just that Mo Wen was arrogant towards him just now, he wanted to kill the prestige of the little guy, although Huang Rong is smart, but he is still a little immature in dealing with people, and he still doesn't see the disagreement between Mo Wen and Hong Qigong.

After hearing Hong Qigong's words, he believed it, and immediately shook his head and said: "No need, Qigong, you can teach Brother Mo, all of us will learn the same." ”

The friendship in that eye was hot in Mo Wen's heart, if it weren't for the presence of an old beggar, Mo Wen would almost have to take her in his arms and take pity on her.

And at this time, I saw Hong Qigong smile and said to Mo Wen: "Boy, how is it, is the old guy's martial arts still eye-catching?" Want to learn? ”

Looking at Hong Qigong, who was a little proud, Mo Wen laughed out loud and said a few words softly in Huang Rong's ear. saw the little girl's eyes light up, then glanced at Mo Wen and nodded. Then he ran away.

Waiting for Huang Rong's figure to fade away, Mo Wen turned his head, looked at Hong Qigong, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why did the little guy take the little girl away, did he want to fight with the old Hanako?"

Hong Qigong is old and refined, and he has long felt that Mo Wen's gaze is a little wrong, and now there must be something wrong with Huang Rong taking him away. He deliberately teased in his mouth, and he had a strange feeling about the young man in front of him, like seeing flowers in a fog. I can't see it clearly, and I only know how gentle and good this young man is from the little girl, but I don't know anything about the number and origin of martial arts.

Mo Wen shook his head and walked to a pine tree. said lightly: "There are just a few tricks that I hope the Seven Princes will advise." ”

I saw that his left leg was slightly bent. The right arm bent inward, and with the same move, the dragon slapped it fiercely on the tree, and the thicker tree snapped in response.

Then before Hong Qigong came back to his senses, Mo Wen's footsteps moved, and seventeen palms slapped out like flowing water, and suddenly discounted seventeen thick pine trees, and for a while, the birds and beasts in the entire forest were awakened by the sound of trees breaking.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon? ――”

Hong Qigong's face was very solemn, and he looked at Mo Wen quietly. But his heart churned, what is the origin of this young man. He can also descend the dragon eighteen palms, and his skill is still above himself.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly remembering something, Hong Qigong suddenly looked at Mo Wen with some surprise.

"Yes, it is the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that have been lost, and they are cultivated both inside and outside, not the kung fu of the Seventh Prince." Mo Wen said lightly.

"I see, I'll just say that there are a few tricks that are plausible," Hong Qigong muttered, and then looked at it with a stern expression.

"Your Excellency, who the hell is it?" Knowing that the other party was still a master above him, Hong Qigong naturally didn't dare to hold it up.

Mo Wen looked at the moon that had risen in the sky and the pine forest that was exceptionally quiet under the moonlight, and after a long time, he turned around and said lightly: "Is this important?" ”

Fart! Hong Qigong secretly scolded in his heart, this is not important, what else is important, if he is not sure, he now wants to teach a lesson.

However, Mo Wen's next sentence made him stunned.

"I will return the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending to you, how about you do me a favor?"

Hong Qigong was overjoyed in his heart, but then his face sank again.

"I don't know what it is? If it's that hurtful thing, please forgive Hanako for not being able to accompany you! ”

Now the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in the hands of Hong Qigong are just as Mo Wen said, but the foreign palm method, although the power is still good, but it is inferior to the palm of Qiao Feng's rampant rivers and lakes when the dragon is in the sky, it must be known that the eighteen palms of the dragon descending at that time can be compared with the six-vein divine sword, and in the original work, Hong Qigong can only be compared with the master of a lamp who knows a yang finger, which shows the gap between the two. Especially now that Hong Qigong's own palm technique has come to an end, there is not much room for improvement, if you can get the original version of the eighteen palms, what understanding can you have from it, maybe your martial arts can go further.

It's just that although he really wants to get the original version of the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending in his heart, he still won't do some things that go against the principles.

Hearing Hong Qigong's words, Mo Wen's face was a little strange.

"Don't worry, it's not a hurtful thing."

"It's just a matchmaker."

Mo Wen's voice in the last sentence was very soft, if it weren't for Hong Qigong's strong martial arts and clear ears and eyes, he would have almost missed it.

There was silence in the pine forest.

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter, Hong Qigong sat on the ground with laughter, and Mo Wen was a little embarrassed, after all, he had been immortal for so many years, and it was the first time for him to find someone to be a matchmaker, and the cold atmosphere between the two was swept away.

After a long time, the old beggar stood up and smiled at Mo Wen: "I didn't expect the old beggar to have a lot of face, but I'm quite curious, with your current martial arts, you want to marry that girl, and you want me to ask Huazi to come forward, why, no one dares to refuse you?" ”

Although he didn't fight with Mo Wen, judging from his ability to discount those pine trees, Hong Qigong knew that this person's martial arts were still above him, and he himself was already the top figure in this Jianghu, he really couldn't think of anyone else who was Mo Wen's opponent, unless it was Wang Chongyang's resurrection.

Mo Wen gave him an angry look.

"I can slap her dad to death with one palm, but it's a fart! Is there an inevitable connection between marrying a wife and martial arts? Looking for you just to support the scene, to add glory to her father's face, not to let you rob the kiss! ”

Hong Qigong nodded, "That's the same." ”

casually poured another sip of wine and asked vaguely, "Who is the little girl's father?" You can find me called Hanako, I guess I'm also a martial arts person! ”

"Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master!"

'Poof! ’

Hong Qigong squirted out a sip of wine, glanced at Mo Wen, and then smacked his lips again, "It's really a coincidence, it's the old guy's daughter, not to mention that the eyes and nose are a bit similar." ”

Then, without knowing what he remembered, he glanced at Mo Wen again.

"Boy, you just said that you can slap the little girl to death with one palm, are you so strong?"

Quite indifferently, but his right hand quietly clenched the wine gourd, obviously Hong Qigong was still very serious about this question.

Mo Wen looked at him, his face suddenly sank, under the moonlight, Hong Qigong felt a cold air rushing towards his face, and when he got closer, he heard Mo Wen's faint voice.

"Back then,-"

"Wang Chongyang, I slapped him to death!"

"What do you say?" ――

About an hour later, outside the pine forest, Huang Rong came over with a small basket and a basket of wine and food.

She was in a very good mood, humming a little song along the way, although it was easy to come and not have any tone, but with her crisp voice, it was also beautiful.

Just now, Mo Wen whispered to her to prepare some wine and food, saying that there was a way to let Hong Qigong teach him all the eighteen palms of dragon descending, Huang Rong knew that he was smart, so he believed it, but after coming to the pine forest, he was really startled, only to see that the pine forest was full of trees falling to the ground, and Hong Qigong and Mo Wen were standing on both sides, without words.

Huang Rong couldn't help but feel a little up and down in her heart, quietly walked to Mo Wen's side, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Mo, what's going on?" ”

Mo Wen smiled, gently brushed the long hair in her ear, and then whispered: "Ah, here, just now Qigong showed me eighteen palms." ”

"Really?" Huang Rong had some doubts in her eyes, and looked at Hong Qigong, only to see that he was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Seven Princes?" Huang Rong whispered.

"Seven Princes?"

After shouting several times, Hong Qigong reacted.

"What's wrong with the little girl?"

Huang Rong saw that his expression was a little unnatural, and the expression he looked at Mo Wen was particularly strange, with jealousy, admiration, suspicion, and a little fear, in short, it was very complicated.

"Qigong, are you okay?"

"What's the matter with my old name Hanako?" Hong Qigong's volume was very high, and it seemed a little unnatural.

"But, you look—"

Mo Wen smiled when he saw this, knowing that this old guy was a little frightened by the things he said, he immediately embarrassed him, pulled Huang Rong over, and whispered: "Rong'er, just now Qigong has promised to be a matchmaker for us and propose marriage to your father." ”

"Really!" Huang Rong is happy in her heart, she has been away from home for many days, and she naturally misses it in her heart, but she is afraid that her father will not like Mo Wen, although in her eyes, no one is better than Mo Wen, but she also knows that her father has a very strange temper, and it is not easy to say, so she suffers from gains and losses in her heart, and she does not dare to go back. At this time, seeing that Hong Qigong, a person whose martial arts are not inferior to his father, came forward, it would be easy to do, and no matter how bad it was, the two of them could elope and sneak out.

But in the end, it was the girl's house, the face was thin, and after the surprise, she slapped Mo Wen lightly and said, "Who is going to marry you!" He ran away shyly.

Mo Wen smiled, and Ling Bo unfolded in slight steps and chased after him.

Staying in place alone, Hong Qigong looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched. (To be continued......)

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