Chapter 63 South of the Yangtze River Palm Law Second

Yang Yi, a middle-aged man, got up and said with a smile: "Brother Tai is refreshing, so it's bothering!" got up and sat down in front of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi took the wine bowl, poured two full bowls of wine into the two wine bowls, and said with a smile: "This old man, as soon as I saw you, I felt familiar, as if I had known you for many years. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's a coincidence, I feel the same way!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Yang Yi raised the wine bowl and said to the big man: "Since this is the case, and drink this bowl of wine!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Naturally, I want to drink!"

The two of them touched the two wine bowls, and then drank them cleanly.

These two large bowls of wine are spirits, extremely spicy, a bowl of wine has a pound of weight, ordinary people just a bowl, they will get drunk, but the middle-aged man and Yang Yi are a bowl of dry drink, and their complexions remain unchanged at all.

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Although this wine tastes bad, it is also strong." ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "It's already good to drink alcohol, and there are many people in the world who can't afford to drink, so you don't have to be too demanding." ”

Yang Yidao: "Yes." He raised the wine jar with one hand, shook it, and suddenly flew out of the wine jar with two wine arrows, and flew into the two large bowls on the table.

"Good internal strength!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw Yang Yi showing such a shocking kung fu, and said, "Brother Tai has good skills!"

If a stream of wine flies out of the wine jar, even if the middle-aged man on the opposite side is surprised, he will not lose his temper, but two wine arrows fly out of the mouth of the altar at the same time, which is equivalent to the internal force being divided into two strands at the same time when he shoots, which is a bit unbelievable.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Where do you have any skills? Drink, drink!"

The middle-aged man's shock flashed on his face, and then he regained his composure, raised the wine bowl when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Okay, drink!"

At that moment, the two of them didn't say much, and the wine was dry, and in an instant, a jar of wine had been drunk.

Yang Yi was about to order wine, and a middle-aged Confucian in a long robe on the other table had been watching for a long time, and then he shouted: "Two brothers, how about adding one to me?"

Before the two of them returned, he had already walked and sat down next to the wine table, and said with a smile: "The two of you have a good amount of wine, and you are looking at the hearts of the people, can you add me one?"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we have met before." Since we meet in person, it's fate, man, please take a seat!"

This middle-aged Confucian looked like he was in his fifties, wearing a cyan Confucian scarf, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he seemed to have read too much and damaged his eyesight.

This person carried a wine gourd, and when he walked over, there was a soft sound in the wine gourd, and he thought that there was a lot of wine in it.

The Confucian sat down in front of the two of them and said with a smile: "Brother loves wine all his life, seeing the two of them drinking so much, I can't bear it, if there is any rudeness, don't blame, don't blame!"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Since they all love wine, they are drinking friends, since they are drinking friends, where can there be any rudeness or rudeness?

At this time, the bartender brought another jar of wine, put it on the table and was about to leave, Yang Yi smiled and said: "How can one jar be enough?

When the bartender saw that he was doing so, he brought in some more jars.

Yang Yi smiled at the middle-aged man and the Confucian student: "How can you have fun drinking with a bowl?

The mouth of this wine jar is small and big, and the wine contained in it is afraid that there are no more than twenty catties, and at this moment, he was lifted upside down in the air, and a clear and bright wine line poured out from the mouth of the altar and poured directly into his mouth. It wasn't until he drank most of the wine jar that Yang Yifang put down the jar and said with a smile: "Happy! I haven't drunk it so happily for a long time!"

When the middle-aged man saw that half of the jar of wine was drunk, except for the slight bulging of his chest and abdomen, his complexion and breath remained unchanged at all, and he was surprised in his heart, but also admired.

He did the same, he also took the jar and poured it into his mouth, and only after drinking half of the jar did he put it down.

The Confucian student on the opposite side couldn't help but tighten his face when he saw the two of them drinking like this, and said with a smile: "Okay, this way of drinking is also interesting, and the brothers also have a good time!" He was not to be outdone, and he also raised the wine jar and opened his mouth to drink.

Yang Yi saw the two of them like this, shouted happily, raised the wine jar and drank with the two of them, and at the same time did not forget to serve the two of them.

The three of them fought like this, which alarmed the full house of drinkers, that is, the owner of the restaurant, along with the cook and bartender.

Kankan drank three jars of spirits, and the middle-aged Confucian couldn't hold on a little, and said with a big tongue: "Two, Gongye Qian has never been convinced by drinking, but today he has served two of them! Brother really can't drink anymore, how about we stop first?"

Only then did Yang Yi know that this old Confucian was called Gongye Qian, and the name sounded familiar. Hearing him admit defeat, Yang Yi was not reluctant, and smiled at him: "Brother Gongye, please take care of yourself, wait until I finish drinking this altar!"

The big man next to him also smiled: "I'm drinking to the point of rising, but I can't just stop!"

Yang Yi and Dahan glanced at each other, laughed together, and the two picked up the wine jar and touched each other, and in an instant, it was another jar of spirits.

Xiaocheng restaurant, no matter how good the wine is, it also has its limit, it is always more spicy and not enough in taste, and it can be extremely intoxicating.

Yang Yi and the middle-aged man have now drunk four jars of spirits, and at this time, the wine is on the rise, and their demeanor is even more heroic. Although Gongye Qian drank less, he also drank a small amount, and like the two of them, they were a little drunk, and the three of them talked while eating, and there was no restraint.

During the banquet, he talked about the martial arts masters in the world, Gongye said: "If you talk about the world's kung fu, it is natural to recommend Shaolin, Shaolin is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in the world, the source of martial arts, the temple has been established for thousands of years, and there are many masters, and the world's first major faction is none other than Shaolin." ”

Yang Yi smiled when he heard this: "It's a pity that I have important things to do these days, otherwise I would have to go to Shaolin to meet the old sweeping monk and see how powerful he is." ”

Gongye was stunned and said: "Sweeping old monk?

Yang Yi said with a smile: "I don't understand this matter, my brother will know it in the future." ”

Gongye Qian said again: "The first major faction is Shaolin, so the first major gang must be regarded as a beggar gang." The beggar gang has recently produced a powerful person, called Qiao Feng, who has managed a beggar gang to make a good life and prosper, this person not only has a hand in governing the gang, but also has an extremely clever kung fu, among the masters of the younger generation, the only one who can be as famous as him is Murong Gongzi of the Murong family in Jiangnan Yanziwu. ”

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged man, and saw that he only smiled when he heard Gong Yeqian's words, and there was no expression other than that.

I only listened to Gongye Qiandao: "Jiangnan Murong Gongzi is proficient in hundreds of kung fu, knows everything, is omniscient, can be called a generation of masters, although he is proud of his own kung fu, he feels that he can rank first in Jiangnan with his palm power alone, but in front of him, he can only be stunned and willing to bow down!"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Proficient in 100 schools of kung fu? What a big breath! If you can practice a kind of kung fu to the top, there will naturally be few opponents in the world, so why should you be proficient in 100 schools? It is not a bad thing to be knowledgeable, but if you lose it, it will be a bit of a big and small, and you don't know the point. ”

Gongye Qian finished for a while.

The middle-aged man next to him was curious about Gongyeqian's other words, he looked at Gongyeqian, "Brother Gongye is from Jiangnan?"

Gongye said: "No, it's just Jiangnan people. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "You said that your palm power can rank first in Jiangnan?"

Gongye Qian said with a smile: "If you are ranked first, you will never dare, and there is Murong Gongzi above." But the second most powerful south of the Yangtze River can also be used. ”

The middle-aged man was competitive and smiled: "Good guy!"

He put down the wine jar and said to Gongye: "Brother, how about you take me three palms?"

(To be continued.) )