Three or two side dishes, two jars of spirits.

"Do it first for respect!" Chu Feng raised his head, and the wine was refreshing, like a line of fire, along the throat straight into the chest and lungs. Eating that wine rolled between his chest and abdomen, Chu Feng suddenly felt refreshed, and said, "Good wine!"

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, it was rare to meet someone who loved wine, he picked up the coarse porcelain bowl, and was about to drink it in one gulp, when he saw Chu Feng snort "uh". The liquor was mixed with blood and spurted straight out of his mouth.

With Qiao Feng's knowledge, he was also greatly surprised for a while, and quickly grabbed behind Chu Feng, held his figure, and put the two fingers of his right hand together on Chu Feng's wrist. Qiao Feng only felt that a force on Chu Feng's wrist was faintly coming, as if he was about to flick his fingers away. Qiao Feng was slightly surprised, and when he saw Chu Feng using the sword, he knew that his internal strength was small, but now it seems that he still underestimated this young man.

The bartender who was waiting on the side was a little sleepy, but he really saw that the cloth bag behind the six elders of the beggar gang was too dazzling, so he cheered up and greeted him. Over the years, Qiao Feng has been very attentive, and the beggars have ordered to prohibit it, this Xinyang can be regarded as Ma Dayuan's hometown. With the protection of the beggars, the heroes of the green forest also give some face, and the beggars themselves have strict rules. The changes over the years have touched them the most.

"Uncle, what's wrong with this guest officer?" The bartender saw that the two of them were young, and they were a little dazzled by the cloth bag behind the six elders, although Qiao Feng had an extraordinary bearing, he still regarded him and Chu Feng as the descendants of the six elders.

Qiao Feng didn't speak, and in the room, except for the smell of blood, there was only the smell of wine. He flipped his right palm and picked up a handful of spirits in the bowl, and the internal force was everywhere, and within three feet above the palm of his hand, it was like a cloud steaming in the clouds. The bartender was dumbfounded, and fell to his knees softly, this kind of exercise was really the first time in his life that he had seen it, just like the legendary immortals.

"Qiao's internal strength is profound, but this fine wine is really a pity. Qiao Feng waved his hand and let the bartender stand up, there was no wine in his palm, obviously nothing unusual, and he felt strange in his heart, so he heard Chu Feng's voice sound.

Qiao Feng turned his head and saw that Chu Feng was already sitting upright, and he didn't need to hold on to himself, so he withdrew his hand and asked, "Brother Chu, what kind of trouble are you doing?" It's not uncommon to drink until you vomit blood, but it's rare to start vomiting after the first sip.

Chu Feng didn't know how to explain, looked at the bartender who was still kneeling on the ground, and said to Qiao Feng with a smile: "It seems that if you don't speak, this one won't get up." Chu Feng only felt that between his chest and abdomen, the internal force was flowing slowly, but it was not a dead silence, but a little silent before the outbreak. He took a sip of wine, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, anyway, the big stone that was pressed on his chest was a lot easier.

Qiao Feng nodded at the bartender, and seeing that he still refused to get up, he ordered: "Which doctor in Xinyang City is the best, please come over if you are tired of the little brother." The bartender listened to the order, but he was in a good mood, got up in a hurry, and ran towards the "Forget to Return Hall" in the west of the city.

If you forget to return to the church, you will naturally be cured of your illness, so you don't have to come to the door again. In the middle of the night, it is not uncommon for someone to come to the door to seek medical advice, especially the shopkeeper who heard that "the number of cloth bags is too many to count", and hurriedly pulled the most famous doctor Wang out of the bed.

"Nonsense!" "Look for death!"......

This Doctor Wang was a little angry when he got up, and after probing Chu Feng's pulse, he felt that he had refreshed the pulse beating speed in his memory, which challenged his cognitive common sense, and wondered why this kid's heart hadn't jumped out of his mouth yet, and when he heard that Chu Feng vomited blood because he had drunk. Doctor Wang couldn't help it suddenly, and jumped out word by word.

Qiao Feng is open-minded, and he will not be serious with a doctor who has no martial arts. Chu Feng smiled, his right index finger tapped lightly on the table, and immediately pressed a small pit.

"Martial arts, martial arts are amazing. In this Xinyang City, no matter how high the martial arts are, you have to abide by the rules, this is the rule set by the number one gang in the world!" Doctor Wang blew two whiskers and shouted at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng really didn't know what to say at this time, so he had to look at Qiao Feng on the side with his eyes: It seems that you met a fan, and the fan didn't recognize you after that?

"I don't know which hero talked about our gang?" a voice came from the second floor.

Doctor Wang's voice was sharp, and he didn't know how to restrain himself, and the six elders of the beggar gang all had good internal strength, so they could naturally hear it clearly. It was the law enforcement elder Bai Shijing who spoke just now, and when the voice arrived, he walked down the stairs with the little doll in his arms. The little doll didn't cry this time, but as if she had found a new toy, she lay on his chest, wrapped his beard around the little fat hand, and pulled it down hard.

Doctor Wang was about to continue to teach a lesson, when he saw three cloth bags exposed on Bai Shijing's shoulder, and the other six cloth bags appeared and disappeared while walking, and he couldn't tell the number. He opened his mouth and felt a little dry in his throat...... Bai Shijing, the sixth elder of the beggar gang, has been taking care of the doll, and he has not rested yet, and he has come down the fastest. Then, in Dr. Wang's surprised and desperate eyes, countless cloth bags dangled in front of his eyes.

"Gang Master Qiao, Brother Chu, what's wrong?" Bai Shijing, who walked down first, pointed to the blood stains in front of Chu Feng, and asked a little unexpectedly, not feeling that he asked lightly, and gave the last blow to the somewhat mean Doctor Wang, and fell to the side stiffly, smashing on his own shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper of "Forget to Return to the Hall" wanted to die, he only thought that Dr. Wang's medical skills were exquisite, and he didn't want to actually slap the horse's legs, and he still slapped a group of sweaty BMWs. But since he couldn't faint, he had to wake up Dr. Wang, who was leaning on him.

Chu Feng looked at it interestingly, and asked Doctor Wang, who had woken up, "Doctor, is your anger down now?" Can you tell me what kind of illness is in the next and how to treat it?"

Doctor Wang lowered his whiskers, laughed embarrassedly twice, and when he saw that there was no one to laugh with, he coughed dryly and said, "The little hero's internal strength is deep and there is no need to say more." However, the pulse is strong, and the blood is extremely strong. According to my humble opinion, didn't you eat something big?"

Chu Feng smiled slightly and didn't speak.

Doctor Wang only acquiesced to Chu Feng, and then said: "When qi and blood are running, wine is piercing the intestines......" Before he finished speaking, he was lightly kicked by his shopkeeper, and quickly changed his words, "When qi and blood are running, we still have to drink less and drink less." Eun, it's better not to drink alcohol. As for the "intestinal poison" or something, it disappeared in his mind along with his knots.

In the end, it was also Dr. Wang who left a prescription, but it was just a simple prescription to help the weak and go to prosperity, not seeking merit but seeking no fault. Ordinary sword injuries, this Doctor Wang may be a good hand, but when it comes to internal force handling, let alone Chu Feng, even he himself has no confidence. The prescription is nothing more than me telling you I did my best, and you tell me you know.

"How do you feel now?" Qiao Feng waited for the doctor to leave before asking.

ps: I'm saving some manuscripts and revising them slowly. Still is...... If you write it, it always feels a little rough...... Or do you want to save the manuscript in the village......