Guo Jing slapped on the buttocks of the little red horse, and the two of them jumped into the river together. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info little red horse neighed and swam ahead. Guo Jing and Huang Rong marched side by side. Swimming to the heart of the river, the red horse was far ahead.

The stars in the sky are twinkling, except for the waves in the river, there is no other sound, it seems that there are only two of them between heaven and earth. After swimming for a while, suddenly dark clouds overwhelmed the sky, and the river was pitch black, and then lightning and thunder followed, and each scorched thunder seemed to hit the top of the head.

Guo Jing shouted, "Rong'er, are you afraid?"

Huang Rong smiled: "With you, I'm not afraid." ”

The summer rainstorm suddenly disappeared, and the two swam to the opposite bank, where the rain had passed the sky and the moon was hanging in the sky. Guo Jing found some dead branches to make a fire. Huang Rong took out the clothes of the two people in the package, changed them separately, and dried the wet clothes on the fire. Take a nap, the sky is getting white, and a rooster crows in a farmhouse by the river.

Huang Rong yawned and woke up, and said, "I'm so hungry!" and ran to the hut, and in a moment a fat rooster came back with a fat rooster under his arm, and said with a smile: "Let's go farther, don't let the master see it." ”

The two of them traveled eastward, and the little red horse obediently followed. Huang Rong cut the rooster's belly with a flying knife, washed and peeled off the internal organs, but did not pluck the feathers, wrapped the chicken with water and a ball of mud, and roasted it on a fire. Roast for a while, the mud reveals a sweet fragrance, wait until the wet mud is dry, peel off the mud, the chicken feathers fall with the mud, the chicken is white and tender, and the fragrance is tangy.

Guo Jing said with a smile: "If you let Uncle Shi know that you used the flying knife he gave you to do this, I won't hit you on the head again." “

Huang Rong said indifferently: "Master, he still carves with a flying knife himself." I call it practice. Oh, I won't tell you, the chicken is fine. “

Huang Rong was about to tear the chicken apart, when suddenly someone in the distance said, "Tear it into three parts, give me the chicken butt." ”

Both of them were taken aback, and hurriedly looked at it, only to see that it was a middle-aged beggar who spoke. This person has a rectangular face, a slight beard, rough hands and feet, the clothes on his body are full of patching nails, but they are clean, holding a green bamboo cane for thousands of miles, as clear as jade, carrying a big gourd with vermilion paint on his back, his face is salivating, and his expression is anxious, as if he does not give him the chicken butt, he will reach out and snatch it.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong have not yet answered, he has already sat opposite each other with a golden knife, took the gourd on his back, pulled out the stopper, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

He took a few sips, handed the gourd to Guo Jing, and said, "Little doll, you drink." ”

Guo Jing thought that this person was rude, but seeing that he was acting strangely, he knew that something was wrong, so he didn't dare to slack off, and said: "I don't drink, the old man drinks by himself." The beggar said to Huang Rong, "Female doll, do you want to drink?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "You still drink your own, we still eat our own, don't change." But when he saw the beggar looking at the fat chicken in his hand, his throat moved, his mouth swallowed his salivation, and he rolled his eyes and said, "But if you want to eat it, you can eat it, as long as you can beat my brother Jing, I will share half of you." “

The beggar looked at the fat chicken in Huang Rong's hand and said, "A word is a certainty." He said to Guo Jing: "Come on, little doll, let's hurry up and compete." “

Guo Jing clenched his fists and said, "Old man, please advise." “

The beggar said anxiously, "Don't be so polite, hurry up and make a move." The chickens are getting cold. “

Guo Jing was not polite, and quickly attacked the beggar, the beggar hadn't taken Guo Jing to heart just now, but when he saw Guo Jing's punch, he couldn't help but be frightened, and hurriedly dodged with light skills. Guo Jing continued to attack the beggar with the Vajra Demon Fist.

I heard the beggar shout, "Good boy, take this palm from me." After a few tricks just now, this beggar's name for Guo Jing has changed from a little doll to a brat.

I saw that the beggar's left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, and his right foot was in a dry position. A golden dragon shadow struck towards Guo Jing.

Guo Jing was surprised and said, "This is the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending? Guo Jing wants to think about it, but his subordinates are not weak, and they are also one palm to descend the dragon, and the eighteen palms of the dragon are repentant.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descended and the two palms collided together, and the beggar was taken aback and said, "How can this kid be a master of my beggar gang?

Guo Jing was also thinking to himself: "It's not easy to meet a master who can make the eighteen palms of the dragon descend, and you must try your palm skills." “

So the two tacitly agreed to make other moves of the eighteen palms of the take-off and landing dragon. After a while, after the two of them used the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, the two of them stood still.

Huang Rong found that the beggar's palm was missing a finger when Guo Jing and the beggar were palmed just now. Suddenly remembered that the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan had said about the Nine Fingered Beggars, the leader of the beggar gang, when Guo Jing and Yang Kang were competing. It's too similar to this beggar, and this beggar should be a nine-fingered beggar.

The beggar said, "Boy, who taught you the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent." “

Guo Jing found that the first fifteen moves of the beggar's eighteen dragon palms were the same, but the next three moves were different. At this time, I heard the beggar speak, and replied: "Senior, my eighteen palms of dragon descent were taught by my master. Senior, why are the last few forms of your Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent different from mine?"

The beggar had already determined that Guo Jing was not stealing the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, so he said in a calm tone, "My surname is Hong, ranked seventh, you two call me the seven dukes, this eighteen palms of the dragon descending is the mastery of my beggar gang, and it is generally not passed on to others, only the disciples who have made meritorious contributions will I pass on one and a half moves to them, so I see that you use the eighteen palms of the dragon descending so I thought you stole it from my beggar gang disciples." But after a few last moves, I'm sure you're not stealing. Because the last three moves of the Eighteen Palms of the Beggars Gang have long been lost, and the current three moves are created by myself. “

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Isn't the Seven Princes the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, Brother Jing even my father's magic power is magical." “

Hong Qigong was taken aback and said, "Your father is Huang Yaoshi?"

Huang Rong said, "Qigong, do you know my father?"

Hong Qi said fairly: "Of course, he is the 'Eastern Evil', and I am the 'Northern Beggar'." Haven't I fought with him less?"

Huang Rong thought to herself: "He fought with his father, but he didn't kill his father, this person's skills are indeed not small, no wonder 'Northern Beggar' can be called the same as 'Eastern Evil'."

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Seventh Gong, my father is very powerful, isn't he?"

Hong Qigong sneered: "Of course he is powerful, but he is not necessarily the best in the world." ”

Huang Rong clapped her hands and said, "Then it must be you first." ”

Hong Qi said fairly: "That's not necessarily. More than 20 years ago, our East Evil, West Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Zhongshentong competed in martial arts and swords at the top of Huashan, and compared for seven days and seven nights, after all, it was the most powerful in Zhongshentong, and the four of us served him as the first in the world. ”

Huang Rong said, "Who is the supernatural power?"

Hong Qi said fairly: "Didn't your father tell you?"

Huang Rong said, "No." My father said that there are many bad things and few good things in martial arts, and it is useless for girls to listen to them, so he rarely tells me. Later, my father scolded me and didn't like me, so I escaped by stealing pleasure. He never wants me again. Speaking of this, he lowered his head and looked sad.

Hong Qigong scolded: "This old yellow evil is really evil. ”

Huang Rong said, "You are not allowed to scold my father." ”

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "It's a pity that people think I'm always called poor, and no one is willing to marry me, otherwise I would be reluctant to drive you away after giving birth to such a good daughter as you." ”

Huang Rong smiled, gave the chicken in his hand to Hong Qigong and said, "The chicken is cool, Qigong, you can eat it quickly." “