The shopkeeper happily stood in the lobby of the tavern, took out the mellow wine and brought it to the table of each selected person, and said with a smile: "The second question is not a martial arts competition, but a martial arts competition." Writers www.biquge.info Fun Pavilion, please move to the hall on the second floor and take down the exam questions on the table. Feng Chen was not in a hurry, he was still sitting at the table and eating the hot dishes that had just come up, and Min Tian was not interested in this competition, but he was a little curious about the few people who were known as the famous and decent people in the rivers and lakes. Min Tian blinked his eyes and asked, "Senior brother, you said that these people are also considered rich in their families, and their martial arts attainments are definitely not low, but why did they come to this remote sea city outside the pass to ask for a kiss?" Feng Chen scratched Min Tian's nose and said, "Maybe you think the Central Plains is not fun!" Min Tian laughed happily, and the shopkeeper ran to Feng Chen's side in a panic and said, "My young master, why don't you go up, everyone has gone up!" Feng Chen raised his sleeve and picked up the wine glass on the table, gently put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it and said: " Is this the sorghum wine steamed with Qingming rain and dew and lotus leaf water?" The shopkeeper angrily snatched the wine glass in his hand, splashed the wine on the ground, and roared angrily: "My senior brother hates to drink the most, someone disturbs his Yaxing, why don't you get out quickly!" Feng Chen gently raised his other hand to support his sleeve and said with a light smile: "It's okay, they just choose first." ”

The shopkeeper saw that Feng Chen had no intention of marrying the eldest lady of the Bai family, so he dropped a sentence: "It's up to you." He turned around and walked towards the second floor. As soon as I went up to the second floor, I heard everyone in the hall scrambling to hold the notes that I couldn't understand. The shopkeeper stood in the middle of the crowd and shouted, "All quiet! These notes in everyone's hands are some of the best martial arts internal skills, and those who get the notes need to say the method of restraining this kung fu. Jiangnan Murong Gongzi laughed: "Don't talk about one, even if you say it all, it's okay to move all the books of my entire painting boat to Gongzi." The big man who was eating pig's trotters was slightly drunk and said, "You have also dedicated your ancestor to Miss Bai in Suzhou Swallow Dock Shenhezhuang." "Murong Gongzi is quite generous, and he is not quick to speak with those who are strong. The young owner of Kunlun took the note in his hand and said: "The kung fu on this is the kung fu of some martial arts masters, where is the best martial arts, wait for me to answer this question, and pass the three levels." married the eldest lady of the Bai family in Haicheng, and took her away to the top of Kunlun, and stayed incognito on Kunlun Peak without asking about the world. The bald old man next to him pushed the young owner of Kunlun: "At a young age, you have a heart to avoid the world, then you can leave now." The young owner of Kunlun was angry: "I don't talk nonsense with you old man." The shopkeeper whispered: "The owner next to you is the owner of the Fengbo Village under Kunlun Peak, if you don't want the trade route to be blocked, it's best not to be angry." ”

Feng Chentong and his junior disciples also slowly moved up to the second floor, and saw that all the people gathered together were the Central Plains martial arts sects, such as: Kunlun, Fengbozhuang, Yanziwu, Kongtong, Huashan, Tianshan, Jiuhua Cave. Min Tian pointed to a bald head on the opposite side and said, "Isn't this Shaolin also sending people here?" Feng Chen interrupted Min Tian and said, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense. Wudang and Shaolin never ask about the love of the children of these rivers and lakes, besides, how can people who cultivate themselves and cultivate Buddha and attain the Tao covet the rights and wrongs of this red dust?" Seeing that Feng Chen had also come up, the shopkeeper handed the last crumpled note to Feng Chen, and whispered: "Childe, Miss Bai has specially instructed me, even if Childe goes to say it, there is no difference between right and wrong." Murong Gongzi took the note in his hand and said with a smile: "To deal with this brave and strong martial arts, naturally use Taoist kung fu." I will recite a piece of Taoist internal strength for you: close your eyes and meditate on your mind, hold it and meditate on God. Knock on the teeth thirty-six, and hold Kunlun with both hands. The drums of the sky are sounded left and right, and the twenty-four degrees are heard. Swing the pillar slightly. The red dragon stirs the water, drums and gargles thirty-six, and the mouth is full of divine water. One bite is divided into three swallows, and the dragon and tiger run by themselves. After speaking, he used the Taoist to crush the rice paper in the air with the strength of his palm, and the rice paper turned into shreds and fell from the air and slowly fell in the lobby on the first floor. I only heard a woman's gentle voice coming from the room with the curtain hanging down her head: "Sure enough, the martial arts attainments of Jiangnan Murong Gongzi are very accessible, Gongzi, please step forward and rest for a while." The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward and bent over and said, "Childe, please come here." ”

The second one followed by the fat-headed man with a pig's trotter in his hand, who relied on his father to be the owner of the Red Banner and led the troops to fight with Ye He, so he naturally knew something about the marching formation, but he didn't know anything about the kung fu of these various sects, and he only knew some wrestling skills, and he was also practicing his own marksmanship and knife skills. The angry fat man Mur was angry, and threw all the teacups on the table to the ground: "Which one gives such a difficult question to grandpa, just call one to try kung fu with me!" Before the shopkeeper could calm down, Mu Eryi had already started to move on the martial arts people around him who were waiting to answer the questions, although it was a trick to take advantage of his unpreparedness, but he also relied on his brute force to throw many martial arts family sons in the hall on the second floor down the stairs. Mu Er laughed out loud on the side: "The master's kung fu is not like that Murong kid who only moves his mouth. Feng Chen still raised his feet lightly, letting those martial arts mediocre people who were thrown down the stairs. When Namur was proud, he suddenly heard the voice of a familiar woman coming from the wing room on the top floor: "The son who made the move, although his martial arts are good, he is too angry. Out!" the shopkeeper was embarrassed and asked Moore to go downstairs, and the guards around the fat man also retreated, and when he left, he did not forget to hold the newly taken out jars of wine in front of the counter.

It was the turn of the two young sons of Kunlun and Kongtong, who were hiding in the corner, to answer, but the two of them were in a hurry, and the lottery turned out to be the same exam question, the question was just one sentence, and asked: 'Where does the world's kung fu come from?' Kunlun Gongzi took a step forward with a smile and said: "The world's kung fu comes out of Shaolin." But the prince of Kongtong insisted on rushing and said: "The world's kung fu is from Wudang." Min Tian, who was on the side, smiled and threw the peanut beans in his hand and said with a smile: "One is the Buddha and the other is the Tao, and no one can understand which of the two schools is higher." Feng Chen shook his head lightly and turned his gaze to the bald little monk who was walking up the stairs. When the shopkeeper saw this person coming up, he hurriedly drove him down: "We are here to recruit relatives, what are you doing here from a monk's family?" The bald monk said: "It is already vulgar in the next, commonly known as Fu Ling." The shopkeeper continued to push him downstairs: "If you are not a famous son, don't come here to join in the fun!" This sentence angered the bald boy, he folded his hands, spun his body and flew up to the second floor. If anyone came closer, he stomped his foot, and the whole liquor shop shook with it. Min Tian exclaimed: "What a deep internal force. At this time, there was silence in the lobby, and there was a sound from the wing room with red curtains: "Since the son has returned to the world, he must have some ambition in his heart and was selected!"