As the most reputable martial arts evaluation institution on the rivers and lakes, the three lists of Wonderland are the most authoritative, and the mortal secular list below is the most unconvincing.

There are 999 masters in the secular list, and all of them are good at preaching. Or a few strokes, or a big book, with illustrations, plus local customs and popular science, added to the market tea room jokes, to the end, a line of small characters, close to the visible - "broken silver thousands of on the list".

It is also a good thing to kill time, especially in "Speaking of Martial Arts", which is the most talked about by the world. The column of "Speaking of Martial Arts" is written under the introduction of the masters, and there is no shortage of essays such as "Dog Heavenly Dao" and "Secret History of Immortals", as well as the explanation of "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" that secular martial artists are most concerned about.

In the world of life, what you do is not reasonable.

At the beginning of the universe, there were only two qi of yin and yang, and the "yellow" product was to absorb these two qi, keep the dantian, pass the seventy-two meridians, go eighty-one to complete, and cast the sea of dantian qi. This is why the practice of martial arts pays attention to the smooth flow of one breath, and the sword and stick pay attention to stealing life from the dead, and the most taboo is to move forward, mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Shang Nan Tang's martial arts was forced out by that Ge Lao Sword Immortal by borrowing the cold bridge for 300 meters and the Qingshan Fortune for 3,000 zhang. Although he has four or five years of pickpocket experience, and his two-handed training is also pure, he is still superficial compared with those Jianghu children who began to walk day and night at the age of five.

If you don't get angry, you will have ghosts.

"After all, I'm still in a hurry...... Ge San leaned against a tree at this time, shook the wine gourd in his hand a few times, and when the soup in the room was no different from a beauty, he was fascinated and his graceful posture was unstable, and he raised his head to eat clean. After a while, don't forget to lick the corners of your mouth to collect the good taste.

Shang Nancheng was on the side of the cold bridge, just opening the letter, and at this time he had already entrusted his body to the stone tablet of the cold bridge. The face was squeezed again, the teeth were biting, and the corners of the closed eyes were moist and washed a handsome face into vermilion.

"Alas, greed! It's all greed! Ge San threw out the wine gourd in his hand, his figure flashed, and when he said goodbye, he had already arrived at Shang Nantang's side.

Ge San looked at his apprentice's pain at the moment, and for no reason he became angry, and slapped it on Shang Nantang's head with one hand.

Shang Nan Tangerine's head smashed on the stone tablet along this slap, wiped a few blood strands on his forehead, and struggled to open his eyes, seeing Master Ge with an angry face, he was about to be scolded with thick phlegm, but his stomach hurt but he came to make trouble, so he had to huddle up and ask for a little comfort.

Ge San sneered, "It's not good to practice swords, but it's fairyland-like to be cheap." ”

Shang Nan Tang didn't pick up this stubble, his two eyes slipped up, cold sweat crawled out, the cold wind blew on the mountain, and his body trembled.

"Idiot! How many catties and taels I don't know? Learn from Qi Hua's sissy to play amorous? Do you deserve it too? Scold! "Ge San said that when he talked about Xingtou, he also used his legs and feet, so he didn't care that the one under him was his own master.

Of course, even if it is, he Ge San will not be polite, and the strength of his feet will be greater.

"Gross!"

Shang Nan Tang was unbearable to trample, holding the stele, the sour water churning in his stomach broke through the shackles in the squeezing of one foot, and the green and yellow turbidity poured on the stele with a pool of blood.

"Qi Hua, he ......" Shang Nan Tang took advantage of Old Man Ge's rest and held up the letter in his hand, his tone bitter.

"What if you die? Don't die to say kiss to you? Ge San is still not angry.

"Can ......" Shang Nan Tang wants to defend.

"Are you the reincarnation of Guanyin or the Arhat Zhengguo? What do you do with these aged sesame seeds? He Qi Hua and you are just nodding friends. Point plum for wooden sword, heh! Self-proclaimed amorous. Ge San took the letter, and he didn't look at the details inside, the already crumpled paper was pinched out of several shapes in the old man's hand.

Shang Nan Tang was excited and wanted to rob it.

"No, it's not like that!" Shang Nancheng pressed his aching stomach with one hand and propped it on the vomit with the other, and his tone was full of bitterness.

"Sword Immortal or something, I don't know, I don't care. I didn't learn swords to be a sword immortal, I didn't have that blessing. I just wanted to go to the west to see how Yao Niang was doing...... I guess it's wonderful. Qi Hua is the first so-called Sword Immortal I've ever seen! You don't count! Speaking of this, Shang Nanju raised his head and stared at Ge San, rarely hard.

Ge San kicked his eyes and snorted out of his nose.

Shang Nan Tang was stiff for no more than three breaths, his head slowly lowered again, and he chattered, "Anyway, in my opinion, the sword fairy should be a chrysanthemum dancing in the sky, and people are more beautiful than flowers; It is the cold bridge that stands still, and the people are greater than the mountains; It is even more to ask the sword heavenly immortals, the most romantic. ”

Ge San squatted down, rarely kind, and said slowly, "But he is really not as romantic as you think." As a minister, he was disloyal and unkind, and fell in love with the demon queen of Dachu; For the sake of the general, he was unkind and unjust, slaughtering millions of innocents in the Three Kingdoms; Practicing swords is even more busy for 40 years, and it is not possible to scatter the fairyland. Because of this love, he was stained with monstrous blood luck, and the good gentleman's sword lost his righteousness, and even the immortals in the sky wanted to behead him...... Don't learn from him! ”

Shang Nancheng hadn't replied yet, and the Dianmei sword on the side had a spirit, and he couldn't bear this bad old man to slander his former master, so he raised his sword and shot out.

Ge San pointed at the plum sword, and a sleeve was blown out, and there was a strong wind, knocking the plum sword back to its original shape, and continued, "Good apprentice, can we live a good life?" ”

Shang Nan Tang shook his head, leaned his body against the stone tablet, and looked at the struggling Dian Mei Jian on the side.

Ge San's back was bent again, and his tone was complaining, "Okay, since the two of us have committed the surname Qi, then we will let it out." ”

After speaking, Ge San didn't look at Shang Nantang's response, bypassed the stone stele, walked to the edge of the cold bridge, and spit towards the opposite black mountain.

"Fu Yinshan, I recognize your Grandpa Ge ......"

At the end, the black mountain was shaken, and the emerald green of the black mountain converged from the bottom to the top, gathered into a point, and flew into Ge San's fingertips. Ge San didn't want to see this thing, so he threw it at the stone tablet like a plague, fell between Shang Nan's orange eyebrows, and disappeared on his forehead, showing a red mark like a chrysanthemum.

Shang Nan Tang fell asleep in pain, and did not wake up after this inexplicable blow, he only felt cool in the dream, and the stomach that had just been tumbling had a hot flow from the dantian, wandering through the four rooms and five bodies, on the yin and yang veins, and converging to the heavenly spirit, illuminating the chrysanthemum print more gorgeously.

"Cause and effect are over, boy, don't blame me...... Oh, complain, complain, you can't beat me anyway. Clear mountains, clear mountains, how to be pure. Fu Lao Ghost has been planning this mountain luck for so many years, and his grandfather stole it with one hand, happy! ”

Ge San walked away, and inexplicable words floated out. As soon as the words fell, the iron chain of the cold bridge behind him shattered, shattered into several sections, and fell into the abyss.

Zhaowu City, Changfeng Inn.

The first floor of Changfeng Inn is a place to drink, the second floor is a place to stay, and there are also a few tables and chairs in the outer circle of the guest room. Only the third floor has no tables and chairs, does not wait for guests, and is closed all year round.

The third floor is the innkeeper's wife, known as "East Sea Island". The East China Sea outside the city is surging, and the East China Sea inside the city is quiet.

It was night, and there was a bright light on the third floor, and a figure was shaking inside.

There was a fat woman at the door with a drooping face, and she knew that she was spicy when she opened her mouth, "The surname is Jin, don't tie me up if you don't have a short life!" ”

The one who was busy back and forth stopped, didn't overlook the bright round head, and looked flattering, "Don't mind, my good Cui Mei......"

As he spoke, he walked towards the door, rubbing his hands together, three steps and two steps, step by step.

The woman surnamed Cui picked a little fat chin, stretched out a hand across her chest, and greeted the man, with a sharp voice, "Yo Yo, a bald donkey is saying weird and nice, why don't you marry me?" ”

"This ...... Sister Cui, don't worry, you know the Sprinkle family. Although the host is our senior brother, he can't be in a hurry, you say-ah! Light, lighter! ”

As soon as the man stepped forward, he greeted him with a smile and longed for understanding, but unexpectedly, a pair of big ears let the woman pull it, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, which made the holy monk at that time cry bitterly.

"Dead man, that's not what you said when you fought the slave in bed!" The woman said that her strength was even greater, and she grabbed her ears in her hand and turned them two or three times, and the feeling was excellent.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts! My good sister, the Sprinkle family didn't come to pick you up when they went out of the temple this time, I misunderstood. The holy monk Jin Chan had a scarlet face on his face, and he tried his best to please him.

"Oh? Seriously? The strength of the woman's hands showed signs of waning.

"Shhh The monks don't speak. Jin Chan saw that there was a sign and broke free from the woman's clutches.

"Sister Cui, when we send this benefactor surnamed Qi back to Xiyu, then the eight sedan chairs will marry you into the temple, and then you will not be affected by the smell of sweat of this stinky martial artist in Zhaowu City." Jin Chan rubbed his red and hot ears, and looked stupid when he said it.

The woman had already believed eight points, and the ears that were still being tugged at this time were gone, and she was not annoyed, but twisted them and threatened, "Well, you said it!" There is one less sedan chair in the eight, don't blame the old lady for being ruthless to find a pickled man to marry, don't feel distressed! ”

"Yes, my sister is at ease, my brother will also give you eight sedan chairs and eight boxes of dowry gifts...... As for this matter of finding a man, Hugh has to mention it again, and the Sprinkle family boasts that he is a hero in the world! "The golden treasure is majestic.

"Cut, just you earthworm......" The holy monk couldn't let him finish speaking, and hurriedly covered the woman's lips with both hands.

"Shh Jin Chan freed up a hand and pointed to the resting place.

"Woo, okay, you bald donkey, please don't talk about it, it's so majestic!" The woman opened the rough palm she was holding, held Jin Chan without paying attention, and twisted the big ears that had just faded purple, and this time she used her nails, and turned them three times in a row.

"The surname is Jin, others respect you, say that you are a contemporary living Buddha, Nirvana Arhat has a lot of gorgeous and beautiful names, to the old lady, it doesn't work!" The hands are reasonable, and the mouth can not be empty, as for the feet, will it be far away.

The woman's hand was lifted up, Jin Chan's hand hurt, and her body followed up. But the woman didn't comply, and kicked the bald donkey like a tiger. Jin Chan was aggrieved, and he was guilty of vajra nirvana, and stood on tiptoe and dragged the woman downstairs.

"Do you dare? Speak! The woman asked in the darkness downstairs.

"Ami, don't dare, ah, lightly, good sister......" responded to the cowardice of the holy monk Jin Chan.

"That depends on how you serve tonight...... Haha......"

What a strong woman.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

On the third floor, on the sheets embroidered with rich peony flowers, a man looked at the roof in a daze. Wait until the frolicking men and women go downstairs, and lie down with the difficulty of propping up the upper body.

It was a simple move, and it was really difficult for him. When he sat down, his head was full of water stains, and his face froze uncomfortably.

The man habitually tilted his face, and his black hair like a waterfall was half-covered with turquoise eyes, which just fell on his waist.

It's just that the sleeves around the waist are empty......