The ragged old man took another sip of wine and said, "Good wine needs to be accompanied by a good story to taste, doesn't it?"

Wu Hongwen said with a smile: "It seems that the predecessors not only have rich experience, but also taste a lot of good wine." ”

The old man leaned back and said, "Which of these three stories should the young man listen to first?"

Wu Hongwen said: "But I still don't know which three stories they are. ”

The old man said: "Of course, it is the story of the three monks in this noodle restaurant. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Oh?"

The old man said, "The story of the old monk at the door, the story of the lama sitting by the window, and the story of the fat monk who just came in." ”

The old man was talking to himself, and it seemed that there were only two people in the noodle restaurant, him and Wu Hongwen.

He didn't even look at the three monks when he spoke, just said a word and then took a sip of wine.

He seemed to be deliberately trying to let the three monks hear.

Wu Hongwen looked at the three monks and said, "Since the seniors think that the story they tell must be good, the order of the story is not important. ”

The old man smiled and said, "The old man will tell the story of the old monk at the door first." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Listen to me. ”

The old man said, "Do you know who the young man is?"

Wu Hongwen smiled bitterly: "Naturally, I don't know. ”

The old man said: "The young man is responsible for martial arts, and he should also have some understanding of these famous rivers and lakes." ”

The old man seemed to have known Wu Hongwen's identity for a long time.

Wu Hongwen wanted to ask.

The old man did not give him a chance to speak, and continued: "He was famous thirty years ago, but now he has a white beard, and few people can recognize him. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Thirty years ago?"

The old man drank another glass of wine and said, "Thirty years ago, he beat Wulin with a pair of iron fists, but because it was difficult to find an opponent, he actually converted to Buddhism. ”

Wu Hongwen couldn't help but sigh: "Isn't that a pity?"

The old man also sighed and said, "It's a pity, but how many people can understand his loneliness?"

Wu Hongwen said: "Lonely?"

The old man said: "When you can't find an opponent, you will be lonely." ”

Wu Hongwen seemed to be pondering.

The old man continued, "However, he is not suitable for refuge in Buddhism. ”

Wu Hongwen asked, "How do you say this?"

The old man poured wine into his wine glass and said, "How can you enter the rivers and lakes again in order to seek revenge after entering the Buddha Gate?"

Wu Hongwen also drank all the wine in the cup and said: "How would the old-timers know that he came to the rivers and lakes to seek revenge?"

The old man smiled and said, "What kind of old man is there with his eyes breathing fire? Who is he not Hong Chong?"

The old man glanced at Hong Chong intentionally or unintentionally.

Hong Chong still sat there upright, and what the old man said seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Wu Hongwen was stunned and said, "Master Hong Chong, the junior brother of Master Hong Yuan?"

The old man nodded and drank another glass of wine.

He continued: "Since Master Hong Chong entered the Shaolin Temple, he has always been punished for cleaning Tallinn because he was too angry, but his relationship with Master Hong Yuan is the deepest. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "So he wants to find Yelu Hanyan for revenge?"

The old man said slowly: "It's not just him, but the other two people who are looking for are also Yelu Hanyan." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Oh?"

But the old man stopped talking, but smoked slowly.

Then look at his wine glass is already empty, and the wine jug is already empty.

His story would not have been told without wine.

Wu Hongwen asked for wine again and filled it for the old man personally.

The old man smiled: "It seems that I don't need to talk about the wine I drank and spit it out." ”

Wu Hongwen also smiled: "I'm afraid I'm going to invite you to drink more." ”

The old man drank another glass of wine before he said slowly, "Have you heard of the Western Regions God Finger?"

Wu Hongwen shook the folding fan lightly and said: "The Western Regions Divine Finger has heard of it, but I have never seen a real person." ”

The old man glanced at the lama by the window and said, "You saw him today." ”

Wu Hongwen also followed the old man's gaze to the lama by the window.

Seeing that the lama was eating with his left hand, but his right hand was several times larger than that of ordinary people, he suddenly realized that he had seen it. ”

The old man said, "Which is more powerful, practicing only one type of kung fu or practicing several kinds of kung fu at the same time?"

Wu Hongwen groaned and said, "According to the shallow view of the younger generation, it should be more skilled and powerful to practice only one kind of kung fu." ”

The old man asked again, "What if that kind of kung fu is only practiced in one part?"

Wu Hongwen already knew what the old man was going to say, and the huge index finger in the big hand of the Western Regions Divine Finger had already explained everything.

That index finger is far more threatening than any blade.

Wu Hongwen said: "In this way, it seems that the Western Regions Divine Finger can rarely meet opponents. ”

The old man said: "Ten years ago, he and Abbot Hong Yuan competed in martial arts, and the two fought until one hundred and one moves before they won or lost. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "I heard that Master Hongyuan was slightly better than him in that competition. ”

The old man said: "Although the Western Regions God Finger practiced fingering at that time, he practiced all ten fingers. ”

The old man continued: "Since he lost to Hong Yuan, he has only practiced the index finger of his right hand, and it will take ten years to practice. ”

Wu Hongwen was stunned and said: "Sure enough, it deserves the title of 'martial idiot'." ”

The old man drank all the wine in his cup, thoughtfully, and said, "Ten years ago, he only lost one move, and ten years later, he wants to kill but rarely makes a second move. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "He has not been defeated in ten years?"

The old man groaned, "Never!"

Wu Hongwen asked, "It seems that he must be looking for Yelu Hanyan." ”

The old man said, "Oh?"

Wu Hongwen poured all the remaining wine in the jug into the cup for the old man and said, "Because Yelu has never been defeated with smoke." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The old man took a sip of dry tobacco, and the jug was filled again.

Wu Hongwen said: "The good wine has been served, and the seniors can tell the third story." ”

The old man drank another glass of wine and closed his eyes, and only after half a sound did he slowly sing half a ballad: "If it weren't for this person's great limit, he would not be satisfied with ascending to the heavens; ”

Wu Hongwen smiled: "There are such greedy people in the world?"

The old man said: "I'm afraid this person is much more greedy than this ballad says." ”

Wu Hongwen already knew who the old man was talking about.

The rain spots on the fat monk who came in at last had dried up, and he had already eaten three bowls of noodles and drunk eight pots of wine.

His bowl is the largest, as is the jug.

He never seemed to be fed, never drunk.

The old man continued, "If I name him, you will know who he is." ”

Wu Hongwen smiled, said the name first, and said, "The master wants to say that he is an elephant-swallowing monk?"

The old man also smiled: "Exactly." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "I heard that this elephant-swallowing monk likes to travel around, but I don't know where he is taught?"

The old man said: "His teacher is only afraid that he will always be a mystery." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Oh?"

The old man said: "Although he is a monk in Wutai Mountain, he has already been expelled from the mountain gate by the abbot because of his insatiable greed and repeated violations of the temple rules. ”

The old man continued: "Since then, he has traveled all over the world, and he can be regarded as truly making the four seas his home. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Could it be that he traveled here to find Yelu Hanyan?"

The old man said: "Since he wants to be greedy, even the competition is also greedy, how can he say that the opportunity to kill Yelu Hanyan is given to others in vain?"

Wu Hongwen said: "Everyone in the world knows that the elephant-swallowing monk is famous for his greed, but I don't know how his kung fu is?"

The old man smiled, "That's just because his greedy fame overshadowed his kung fu." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Oh?"

The old man pondered for a moment, then took another sip of his wine glass and said, "Few people know about his kung fu. ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Isn't he easy to reveale?"

The old man said: "No, it's just that few people who have seen him perform martial arts can live." ”

The old man continued: "It is said that his martial arts are as fast as a ghost, and he comes and goes in a flash, and he is not like the atmosphere of the world. ”

Wu Hongwen couldn't help but be stunned, and he also drank a glass of wine.

No matter who saw such a huge body of the elephant-swallowing monk, they would not believe that he could come and go, and that he was as fast as a ghost.

Wu Hongwen said: "It seems that the elephant-swallowing monk has never been defeated. ”

The old man said: "Defeat is a loss, he will not suffer, so he has never suffered a loss." ”

The old man lifted his glass and poured the rest of the wine down his throat.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter in the noodle shop.

This story is indeed wonderful, it seems that the Sprinkle family did not come to this trip in vain. ”

It was the elephant-swallowing monk who spoke.

At some point, he had already walked towards the old man in rags.