Drunken Eight Chickens said: "Brother Xiang, your ancestral home is in Jiangsu, and you are not the descendant of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu... I see that you have no foundation of internal strength, but you are also powerful in ordinary people. Xiang Xiaolong replied: I can't hide it that after the Xiang clan, the overlord of Western Chu, the king of Han did not kill the descendants of the Xiang family after the war ended in the Chu and Han wars, and I also knew some from the genealogy of my ancestors. It's just that the ancestors are backward and scattered everywhere, and when it comes to the younger generation, they can only fall into the grass...

However, the younger generations and the brothers on the mountain only intercepted and killed corrupt officials, and never killed a good person by mistake. By the way, drunk senior, you quickly teach me martial arts, so that I can avenge my dead brother, the drunken eight immortals heard that it is the family of the overlord of Western Chu, although it has been hundreds of years, but the name of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, has been passed down among the people for a long time, and at this moment, seeing Xiang Xiaolong's urging look, he turned around and said slowly: Don't worry, after we finish enjoying this delicious pheasant, it is not too late to call the flower and pass on your kung fu. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the red-hot "mud chicken" from the fire, and the drunken eight chickens gently shook the mud on the pheasant with internal force, revealing the slippery chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

Xiang Xiaolong hadn't eaten for a day, and when he happened to smell such a delicacy, he didn't wait for the drunken chicken to give him a share, so he grabbed it directly, tore a leg, and sent it to his mouth, without tasting the umami in the meat.

Drunk Eight Chickens looked at Xiang Xiaolong's hungry wolf eating, looked at the chicken in his hand, took a sip of wine very regretfully, and sighed: "It's a pity! It's a pity!

When Xiang Xiaolong wanted to go to eat some pheasants, the drunken eight chickens disappeared.

Xiang Xiaolong shouted urgently: "Drunk seniors! Drunk seniors!"

Suddenly, something hit him on the top of his head, Xiang Shaolong picked it up and saw that it was a chicken bone that had been eaten so clean that there was no trace of meat. Xiang Xiaolong looked up and saw that the drunken eight chickens were always called Huazi and hung beautifully on the tall tree, a sip of wine and a mouthful of chicken tempted Xiang Xiaolong to swallow several mouthfuls of saliva, but he was in a hurry, hating himself for not doing light work, otherwise he would have to go up and grab food with the 'drunken eight chickens'.

"Drunk senior, why are you climbing so high, come down quickly and don't fall!"

Drunk Baji said: "If the old flower doesn't come up, can you still have my share, your picture of the reincarnation of a hungry ghost doesn't wait for the old flower to taste it, you will eat it all, can I not hide it." ”

Xiang Xiaolong understood, and he was not angry.

"Who made the chicken cooked by the predecessors so delicious, okay, you come down, I won't grab it. ”

Drunken Eight Chickens immediately flew down, Xiang Xiaolong was so frightened that he instinctively opened his hands and wanted to continue, but how could he know the mystery of this light skill, seeing that Drunken Eight Chickens fell steadily, Xiang Xiaolong was even more impressed, and he was even more determined to ask Drunken Eight Chickens for martial arts.

The drunken eight chickens were enjoying the pheasants and drinking wine. Xiang Xiaolong, who was only bitter on the side, touched the flat belly with one hand and stared at the chicken that the drunken eight chickens bit by bite, and the pheasant flowed delicious juice from every bite, dripping into the fire, and the horn sounded, and that kind of temptation made Xiang Xiaolong swallow saliva all the time.

Drunk Baji squinted his half-open eyes, seeing that Xiang Xiaolong wanted to eat but didn't dare to ask for it, it was really funny, and immediately put the remaining half of the chicken aside, slapped his open mouth with his hand and said to himself: "It's so full! As for this half of the chicken, let's wait for Lao Zhaohua to wake up and eat it!"

After speaking, he turned around and slept sideways with his back to Xiang Xiaolong.

Xiang Xiaolong saw the drunken eight chickens snoring and falling asleep, and called a few seniors... Predecessor... There was no response, so he reached for the half of the chicken and gobbled it up again.

Drunken Baji opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of a smile, and fell asleep.

Xiang Xiaolong was so hungry that in less than a while, half a chicken was left with only a small pile of bones. He couldn't finish his thoughts: "Ah, such a delicious chicken is really the most delicious chicken I've ever eaten in my life!

This kind of chicken is in the beggar gang, everyone knows it, and they call it "called Hua Ji", but it is really ordinary, but Xiang Xiaolong is not a person in the rivers and lakes, he is not a professional green forest robber, he is nothing more than a temporary thief because he has no chance, and he only robs rich businessmen and corrupt officials, never robs the people, and often distributes the looted property to the poor people around. This kind of rivers and lakes is called flower chicken, and it is no wonder that he has this sigh when he eats it for the first time.

After eating, Xiang Xiaolong also felt that he was really sleepy when he got drunk, so he fell asleep next to the drunken eight chickens regardless of the three seven twenty-one.

The drunken eight chickens woke up two hours later, near dawn. Xiang Xiaolong is still sleepy, but he can't have too much time to stay, the day after tomorrow, fifty miles east of the city, the various sects of the Land Temple will ask the beggar gang to ask for the blame, and he must go back as soon as possible to protect the gang.

The gang leader "Sima Aolong" Feige ordered him to rush back to the gang as soon as possible, but after passing through the Phoenix Village, he suddenly heard the aroma of the wine opened by Xiang Xiaolong, and for a while, he couldn't help but rush to the smell of the wine. He felt that Xiang Xiaolong was indeed a talent that could be created, and there was a sense of righteousness between his eyebrows, and he was worthy of being the descendant of the Xiang family, the overlord of Western Chu, so he decided to pass on his martial arts to him. On the one hand, I don't owe him a favor for wine, on the other hand, I really want to find a successor, under such an opportunity, I always call Hua Drunken Eight Chickens, the first elder of the Beggars Gang Protector "Zhu Baxian", the people in the rivers and lakes call him the Drunken Eight Immortals, just because he met Xiang Xiaolong, Pingshui, he also called himself "Drunken Eight Chickens", of course, he will not miss the opportunity for the professor to guide the martial arts and find a successor.