The next day, when it was still dawning, Jingfa was called up by the wine master, and he chose a tavern again and walked in.

This time, the wine master didn't call for a lot of wine, and only ordered two pots of daughter red.

Looking at Jing Fa's somewhat surprised eyes, the wine master coughed lightly and said: "Today we are not comparing wine, comparing boxing, how can drinking without boxing, come and come, start immediately." ”

After speaking, the wine master poured a bowl of wine for Jing Fa and himself, and then began to draw his fists.

"Brother and sister!"

"Sanyang Kaitai!"

......

"Six-six-six!"

"Eight Immortals Across the Sea!"

......

Jing Fa shouted all the ordinary wine orders, but the wine master came up with a lot of four-character idioms, so that the two of them couldn't go together at all.

Finally, the wine master got up and said angrily: "Boy, whether you can draw boxing or not, won't you practice well first, and then we will compete!"

After speaking, the wine master threw a book to Jing Fa, and the cover was crookedly written with the words "Dionysian teaches you to draw boxing".

At first glance, I knew that this book was written by the wine master himself, which is a serious drinking order.

Jing Fa just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but as soon as he raised his head to meet the angry eyes of the wine master, he immediately swallowed his anger back into his stomach.

Jing Fa silently opened the book "The God of Wine Teaches You to Draw Boxing", and found that there were some postures drawn in it, which corresponded to the punches made by the wine master just now, and they were all right.

Forget it, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so let's follow the other party's rules first, finish things as soon as possible, and get out as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Jing Fa began to read this book "Dionysian Teaches You to Draw Boxing" intently.

This book is divided into ten chapters, corresponding to ten kinds of fists, respectively, one husband is the pass, double happiness is coming, three stars Gao Zhao, four seasons of fortune, five sons of Dengke, six six Shun, seven clever into the picture, eight immortals across the sea, nine dragons Panzhu, ten perfect.

After reading the names of each fist, Jing Fa sneered in his heart, thinking that this drunken monk had to pretend to be cultured for himself, and the names he obtained were actually some four-character idioms in literary crepe.

But at this moment, before the sneer in Jing Fa's heart was over, he felt a stern gaze sweep over him, which frightened him to quickly stop thinking and concentrate on learning those fists in the book.

These punches are not difficult, the movements are very simple, Jingfa was drinking a little wine while reading a book, and after a while, he memorized all the punches.

He drank the rest of the wine from the bowl, closed the book, and said solemnly, "Come on, I've learned everything." ”

The wine master laughed, took back "The God of Wine Teaches You to Draw Fists", and said: "Come on, come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds." ”

After speaking, the wine master poured wine into Jing Fa and his own bowl, and immediately started a fist duel.

This time, Jingfa finally caught up with the rhythm of the wine master, and the punching rules were exactly the same as those of the wine master.

Although the two of them won and lost each other, Jingfa always felt that every time the wine master punched, there would always be a strange appearance, which made him uneasy.

Even if he wins this game, he will feel uncomfortable.

Under his careful observation, he found that the seemingly ordinary punch made by the wine master seemed to emerge in many different changes in an instant.

But when he opened his eyes and looked again, that punch was still that punch.

Could it be that I drank too much alcohol and had hallucinations?

Jingfa turned his head to look at the wine bowl and found that there seemed to be two double images, which was a typical drunken phenomenon.

But when he opened his eyes again, the wine bowl was still the same wine bowl, and there was nothing unusual on the table.

So this punch was inexplicable, which made him win and lose each other from the beginning, and then lost more than a dozen rounds in a row.

Before they knew it, the two of them had been sitting in the tavern for a whole day, drinking all day, and by the time the master of wine called a halt, it was already time for the tavern to close.

Jing Fa was still immersed in this somewhat strange stroke, and when he heard the sound of the tavern closing, he realized how time passed so quickly.

"Boy, let's go, go back to sleep, and fight again tomorrow. After speaking, the wine master pulled Jing out of the tavern and returned to the ruined temple.

This night, Jingfa didn't sleep well.

He always felt that something in his body was flowing spontaneously according to some kind of law, and he had a lot of dreams.

One dream after another, in which he made all kinds of strange postures, made him sleep sweaty.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Jingfa was woken up by the wine master again, and pulled him to the tavern again to continue the unfinished fist battle yesterday.

But on this day, Jingfa was surprised to find that although every punch he made was the same as yesterday, the momentum contained in it had undergone some changes, and it seemed that something had been integrated into it, which made his winning rate significantly improved.

The win rate has doubled from 1 percent to 2 percent, but it's still only 2 percent.

So the next day, Jingfa returned defeated again.

But he felt that the drunkenness had lessened a little from the day before.

So in this way, day after day, every day Jingfa repeated the life of sleeping with his fists, and completely forgot that he was going to find Miao Village.

Everyone knows that drinking alcohol is addictive, but no one thought that punching can also be addictive.

After ten days, Jingfa became the first person to wake up in the broken temple, and the first thing he did after waking up was to take the wine master to the tavern to drink and punch.

On this day, after three rounds of drinking, just when the two were immersed in their own little world, suddenly there was a commotion at the door.

Of course, it was impossible for the two of them to attract the attention of the two of them, who were struggling with their fists when a man rushed in and interrupted the fight.

"You two monks are dying, are you still staying here, why don't you hurry up!"

After listening to the inexplicable words of the visitor, Jingfa and the wine master Zhanger monk were confused and confused.

And just then, with a bang, the door of the tavern opened, and a team of people entered from outside.

These people are dressed strangely, and they are different from the rest of the city.

But this kind of costume Jingfa is very impressive, exactly the same as the costume of the girl he wanted to chase at the beginning, this is the costume of the Miao people, and these people are the Miao people he is looking for.

"Please ask these two masters to go back to Miao Village with us, our village owner is invited. ”

A strong man walked out of the crowd and said to Jingfa and the wine master.

Hearing this, Jingfa and the wine master were even more inexplicable.

"You village owners, we don't seem to know each other, what's the matter?" Jing Fa asked softly.

At this time, the kind-hearted man who went to the door first and told Jingfa and the others to leave quickly muttered softly: "Recently, there has been a wave of Miao people who have gone crazy and are arresting monks, and none of the monks who have been captured have come back, so don't you run quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, only a snort was heard, and by the time Jingfa reacted, the wine master had disappeared, and he was the only monk left in the entire tavern.

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