glanced at Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu immediately understood, and said with a smile: "There's nothing else to do, just curious." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info has 250 bhikshu precepts, and there are eight precepts under the Shaolin sect, abstaining from killing, abstaining from theft, abstaining from adultery, abstaining from delusion, abstaining from alcohol, not sitting on a high bed, not eating at any time, and not wearing fragrant flower ornaments. Haven't you broken your vows, a table full of wine and meat?"

"It turned out that the two donors were curious about why I broke the vows. Xuan cleaned up his clothes and straightened his body: "Don't hide it from the two donors, the little monk has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his strength is very expensive, and if he is a vegetarian, he will inevitably lose weight, so the masters allow me to eat meat." As for drinking, it's in nature, and the masters say that it goes with my nature, and it is not restricted. ”

Zhong Yunlang heard what he said strangely, so he naturally didn't believe it, so he decided to test one or two.

"Martial arts since childhood?" Zhong Yunlang asked, "Are you from the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Monastery?"

"Exactly!" Xuanqing heard Zhong Yunlang mention Fan, and suddenly his face brightened: "Does the donor know my master?"

"Master Fan is the first Shaolin Warrior Monastery, and his reputation is impressive, like thunder, and he has naturally heard of it. Zhong Yunlang replied, staring at Xuan Qing to see his reaction. I saw that Xuanqing heard people praise Fan, and his face was happy, not like a fake.

Zhong Yunlang muttered secretly: "This little monk does not shy away from talking about the origin of his master. Listening to my praise of Fan, he must not be a fake with such a proud look. Could it be that he really got the permission of the Shaolin elders to eat meat and drink wine?"

Just as he was about to ask again, Yan Ruyu chuckled lightly and spoke first: "It's natural to drink, is there anything special about you drinking and others?"

Xuan Qing smiled: "Don't hide it from the donor, the little monk has felt that wine is the hero's favor since he was a child, the smell of wine is refreshing, and the strength of the strong wine in the throat is infinite." If you can drink eighteen jars in a row, you can gallop the world with a long horse!"

Zhong and Yan looked at each other in amazement, this little monk is not very old, and his tone is not small. What kind of horse is long, galloping the world, where is it like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Shaolin monk?

"Hahahaha. A good wine is a hero's favor!" A hearty laugh rang out, and a burly man with a tiger's back and a bear waist walked slowly, dressed in tatters, and holding a wine vat in his hand. It is the leader of the beggar gang, Jiang Kuangjiang.

"Gang Leader Jiang. Zhong Yunlang and Yan Ruyu saw the arrival of the Jiang gang leader and bowed. Gang Leader Jiang smiled: "You two are also here, I am bored on the idle mountain, and I came down to make a pot of wine." Is this little monk your friend?"

Zhong Yunlang smiled: "I met just now, but I didn't know each other. Out of curiosity, the two of us came over and sat down at the same table. ”

"Curious?" Jiang Kuang's eyes swept over the table to understand what he meant, and said with a smile: "It's natural to drink wine and eat meat, what's so strange?" said and looked at Xuan Qing: "This little master, I heard you talk about drinking so much, I don't know how much you drink?"

Xuan Qing smiled: "I'm not afraid of the donor's laughter, the little monk drank his first sip of sake when he was five years old, and he has been drinking it every day for more than ten years." Or take a scoop, or drink a jar, the amount is more and the amount is not fixed, anyway...... Never got drunk anyway. ”

"Oh, such a amount of alcohol, that's really rare!" Jiang Kuang suddenly became interested: "Then we have to have a good competition." ”

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"Who is it? Who has never been drunk? Hehe, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, come to Bibi!" An urn sound sounded angrily from the inn, Zhong Yunlang was familiar with this voice, his heart was shocked, and he was overjoyed. There's another drunkard, it's a lively day.

"Second brother, why are you here too!" Zhong Yunlang got up and greeted him.

Everyone then looked towards the door of the inn, and saw a fat man leaning on the door frame, holding a cooked copper stick in his left hand and a small jar of wine in his right hand, squinting and savoring. There was not much wine left in the vat, and the fat man picked up the jar, poured it up, and drank it all. He refused to let go of the rest of the wine, and shook the jar until it fell into his mouth one by one, and there was nothing left.

This fat man is also soft and handsome, but there is too much fat on his body, and when he looks at it from a distance, it looks like a round ball. This alcoholic man is none other than the second tiger among the five tigers in the river, named Zhu Chuang.

Zhu Chuang was listening to Xuanqing's words, so he came out to visit, and it was really a joy to see Zhong Yunlang. Hurriedly rushed forward, grabbed Zhong Yunlang, and asked east and west, that excited look really seemed to be eager to throw 'Zhong Ye' into the sky.

"Master Zhong, I heard a few days ago that you had a lawsuit, and the Qingchuan County Commander and Qi Zhutou went to Hejian Mansion to transfer your file, I'm worried about it. I immediately rushed to see you, but on the way, I heard the Qi catcher of Qingchuan City say that you are not guilty, hehe, I am worried in vain. ”

Zhong Yunlang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that what Zhu Chuang said was Yang Yuankai's frame, and he had already been settled by the prince's three or two sentences, so he naturally didn't care much about it. immediately dealt with a few words casually, and introduced this fat second brother to everyone.

Everyone passed each other's names, and then they got to the point, since the little monk boasted that he had never been drunk, it was a comparison. Jiang Kuang, Zhu Chuang, and Xuanqing were all in high spirits, ready to show their might.

Zhong Yunlang and Yan Ruyu watched from the sidelines, but they couldn't cry or laugh, the three of them were fighting together, the beggar gang leader, the government was catching fast, and the Shaolin monk was fighting together, it was really a wonder through the ages. Anyway, there is nothing to do, and the two of them are happy to be notarized.

Zhu Chuang had the deepest relationship with Xinglong Inn, and he only shouted, and the Golden Tent understood it, and immediately came up with the wine jar, back and forth several times, and brought thirty-six altars to the table. Zhong Yunlang was stunned.

Jiang Kuang smiled: "How is this enough? Since this little master claims to have never been drunk, and the Zhu Chuang brothers can't pour a thousand cups, then my vat of wine must also be counted." ”

As he spoke, he put down the wine jar in his hand. The caliber of this wine vat is two feet wide and four feet high, and Jiang Kuang has not felt tired from the beginning to the present, which shows his divine power.

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The three of them began to fight wine, and the Jiang gang leader proposed that one person have three jars of wine, and take turns to drink them until the thirty-six jars are drunk. Then pour the wine in the jar into the jar, and then rotate, whoever falls first is considered to lose, and the one who pours it again until the end is the 'Bacchus'.

Erhu Zhu Chuang smiled: "Gang Leader Jiang, the three jars of wine can't be called the spirit of the gang leader, each of the thirty-six jars of wine should drink twelve jars, I think it starts directly from the twelve jars!" I saw that his hands were fast and his mouth was fast, and he could only hear the sound of clanging, and in a moment, the twelve jars of wine in front of Zhu Chuang had been drunk, and there was not a drop left.

Gang Leader Jiang said with a smile: "It's really a good amount of wine, I had the intention of being tolerant before, but I underestimated Brother Zhu." As he spoke, he picked up the wine jar and turned his wrist, showing that he was lucky. Suddenly, I saw the wine in the altar beating, Jiang Kuang's internal strength was everywhere, and the wine actually came out of the mouth of the altar and poured directly into Jiang Kuang's mouth. Everyone applauded, and the Jiang gang leader was really extraordinary.

One altar after another, in a moment, the twelve jars of wine in front of the Jiang gang leader had also been drunk.

"Little Master, it's your turn, if you can't drink it, don't force it. Zhu Chuang said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face piled up, the fat on his body seemed to tremble, and his humble appearance was a little more friendly.

Zhong Yunlang knew that the rules of Shaolin Temple were extremely strict, and thought that if this Xuanqing was really a Shaolin disciple, if he was drunk here, he would definitely be punished if he went back, so he persuaded: "Little Master Xuanqing, don't get drunk and go back to be punished." ”

Xuan Qing was very happy when he saw the concern in Zhong Yunlang's words, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhong, don't worry, if I don't get drunk, the master won't punish me." As he spoke, his eyes swept over the jar of wine, and he did not move.

Jiang Kuangqi said: "Little Master Xuanqing, why don't you drink it?"

Xuan Qing smiled innocently: "Gang Master Jiang, these twelve jars of wine are too little, why don't I drink your jar of wine?"