Chapter 11 Section ten

The news that Zhang Sanfeng and the Huashan faction met for a death duel at Nuanfenggang has long been the most important event for swordsmen in the Jianghu. The Huashan faction came from Suqing for more than ten years, and the remaining disciples have good relations with the imperial court. The head of the school, Yue Qinghe, was even appointed as the coach of the Yuan army.As for whether Zhang Sanfeng, who was regarded as a thorn in the side of the court, would dare to attend the appointment, it was the focus of discussion among the heroes. This big news naturally called Qisuo out of the corners of the rivers and lakes.

Qisuo escaped from Shaolin Temple. Although he wanted to meet Junbao, emotionally, the person he most wanted to find was Hongzhong, whom he owed the most. When he found it, the two went back to Rujia Village to worship and get married, and then walked together Rivers and lakes.But the Emei faction only accumulates minor incidents and does not commit major incidents, and it is not easy for Qi Suo to meet their master and apprentice, so he has no choice but to rob the official bank for travel expenses while wandering freely in the north. After finally going down the mountain, Qisuo intends to hone his martial arts in actual combat. As long as he encounters injustice along the way, Qisuo will take care of it.There were conflicts with several Taoists who forcibly occupied the Minyuan, abolished the arms of several Mongolian military officers, and eliminated a group of salt thieves who were fond of raping women.Among them, there are many masters of the rivers and lakes and insidious plotting tricks, which gave Qisuo a few more scars and valuable experience.

Last week, Qisuo fought against the disciples who did not kill, and unexpectedly heard the promise of a death fight from them, Qisuo immediately paid attention.This fight is one of the most important events in Jianghu, and Qisuo guessed that Lingxue, who is a good thing, will definitely take part in the meeting, and it will be enough to recognize each other among the crowd of onlookers. Beside the sidewalk leading to Dadu, in a passable small inn, rude shouting can be heard endlessly. Qisuo's ears perked up. "Damn it! Don't God meet that dead bronze man! He made me spend four years living in Shaolin Temple where there is no food or drink!"

"That's not true! Even if he took off the gold paint and turned into slag, I would still recognize him, he must be beaten to pieces!" Qisuo, who was eating noodles, laughed secretly. He recognized that the familiar voices were Qian Luohan, the notorious Shaolin Temple God Fist, and Golden Right Hand, both of whom were his Shaolin counterparts. Since the difficult Eighth Bronze Man went down the mountain, more than 800 wealthy sons rushed to sign up for graduation. The lifeless Shaolin was once again busy. This year's graduates exploded in large numbers. The Bronze Man Formation and the Wooden Puppet Alley were crowded with people, and the mechanism was almost unable to operate normally. The abbot of the smiling face version simply asked Han Liner and others who operated the mechanism to join the ranks of breaking the level, and they all graduated and went down the mountain.

But when it comes to notoriety, how can it compare to the notorious Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple?Fortunately, Qisuo knew himself well, and had already disguised himself as an ordinary farmer fleeing famine, put on the most ragged clothes, and even smeared some dry mud on his face, so no one would be interested in taking a look. Qisuo, who was nestling in the corner of the inn and eating miscellaneous grain noodles, quietly listened to Qian Luohan and Huang Jin's right hand scolding him crazily. When he wondered how lazy they were, how could the two of them have traveled all the way to Dadu, several sedan chairs stopped at the inn one after another. Outside, several luxuriously dressed young masters got out of their sedan chairs and entered the store one after another.

Qisuo didn't raise his head, so he knew that they were also in the same period of Shaolin. Several young masters exchanged a few words of greeting, and immediately got to the point. "When everyone is here, when it gets dark, let's get up and go to Nuanfenggang. The brothers who live in Dadu have already arranged a place with the best view to wait for us!" "Very good, very good, everyone in the world says that this competition is an annual grand event in the martial arts world, but how can it be said to be perfect without us few top Shaolin students commenting on it?"

"Isn't that right? The brothers in Dadu have prepared dozens of altars of good wine. Let's watch them fight monkeys while drinking. The ancients said that cooking wine is a hero. This must be the reason!" The sons and lords laughed so loudly that their ears almost grew calluses. This is the case in Shaolin, and it is the same in Shaolin. Why is it still such an uninformed conversation after so long?Qisuo was bored, and hunched over and coughed out of the inn. Qisuo walked out of the inn, seeing that it was still early, he wanted to sleep under the big tree, and then slowly asked the way to Nuanfenggang.

But Qisuo has just found a big tree that looks very sleepy. When he was about to pat his butt, he saw a dirty little beggar walking towards him with bare feet. A sour smell. Qisuo is not a sympathetic person, but all the way from Rujia Village to Dadu are all yellow and thin faces fleeing from famine, and I am tired of seeing them, and it is impossible to spread the money widely. Qisuo wanted to respond and ignore him, but saw the little beggar standing in front of Qisuo with a smile, and took out half a steamed bun from his bosom. "I just escaped from the temple, right? Me too. I was beaten out by the abbot with a stick. As the saying goes, a family fleeing from famine meets by chance and eats a steamed bun." The little beggar handed the steamed bun to Qisuo and waved it, "cold Yes, hard, but still edible."

"..." Qisuo stared blankly at the little beggar, then at the half steamed bun. I thought it was because my hair didn't grow long, so I looked like a poor monk who was kicked out of the temple. "Eat." The little beggar smiled. "You can keep it by yourself." Qisuo waved his hand and fell lazily to the ground. His face remained motionless, but he was very happy in his heart that there was such warmth in this famine-ridden world. The little beggar had never encountered such a thing as being rejected for excessive steamed buns, so he squatted down curiously and touched Qisuo's forehead.

Qisuo had fun in his heart, and his luck was at its peak, and the little beggar suddenly felt hot on the back of his hand. "Oops, you have a fever." The little beggar was surprised. "Go away." Qisuo turned over and ignored it. The little beggar nodded, turned around and left. It is not a joke to be infected with fever. "Hey! Don't save yourself?" Qisuo jokingly got up and called the little beggar. The little beggar turned around in shock, seeing Qisuo's smiling face, he immediately knew that Qisuo had played a trick, he was either a doctor who knew magic, or an expert in martial arts.

"Look at your kindness, it's really rare in this world, here, take these pieces of silver and eat a few cakes." Qisuo took a few pieces of silver and threw them in the air. The pieces of silver were about five pieces, but Qisuo used them Skillfully, every piece is thrown slowly. The little beggar was strong and strong, and he grabbed the silver in his hand in a few strokes. The little beggar looked at Qisuo with interest. Qisuo was twenty-one years old, and the beggar was about sixteen years old, one head shorter than Qisuo. "Look at your outfit, you seem to be a newcomer to our beggar world, but you are very good at feigning fever, but it doesn't look like you will be reduced to begging for money." The little beggar said bluntly. "You are still young, is it true that the gang of beggars in the beggar world has no talents? The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing is very good, and has been famous for hundreds of years. Maybe I am the leader of the gang of beggars. You are here for the exam. "Qisuo was bored, so he chatted with the little beggar. "Everyone in the Beggar Clan carries bags. The more bags you have, the higher your seniority. You are empty-handed, so you are not a brother of our Beggar Clan." The little beggar patted the three shriveled bags on his back. Qisuo suddenly realized, and nodded again and again, no wonder some beggars carrying a few rag bags on the way looked quite proud, they turned out to be the leaders of the beggar gang. "You are well-versed in martial arts, which sect do you come from? Are you here to see Zhang Sanfeng and the Huashan sect come together tonight?" The little beggar knelt down and exchanged greetings, with a hint of friendship. "That's right, I just came here to watch the battle. As for which martial arts school I have, I have to discuss it with my friends first." Qi Suo said bluntly. "You have to choose a seat to watch the game. We have a large number of beggars, and one-third of the seats are reserved by us in advance. If you join the beggars, we will offer you the best seat tonight. You are worth it OK." The little beggar gave a thumbs up. "Is it okay to recruit people into the gang like this?" Qisuo laughed, "Is it too casual? Maybe I joined the gang tonight, watched enough good shows, and slipped away tomorrow morning." "Hee hee, in fact, this steamed bun has a special Mongolian sweat medicine. If someone else has just eaten it, it will not work if you don't join the gang now." The little beggar honestly saw through the trick, and laughed himself, "But you are not bad at martial arts, and the Mongolian sweat medicine is right for you." You are useless, just explain the truth to you. The rules of our beggar gang, one day for the beggar gang for the rest of your life, and you are free to run away tomorrow, but if you join the gang, this performance is nothing On my head, I can jump up faster, and I won't suffer." "Oh?" Qisuo was really puzzled, thinking that he had lived in Shaolin for a long time and watched the sky from a well, and he didn't care about the rules of other sects, so he immediately asked carefully. It turns out that as soon as a beggar joins the beggar gang, he has to break his bag to believe in it. In the future, if he recruits nine beggars into the gang, he can be promoted to a second-pocket disciple. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one beggars, and he can get three bags. By analogy, if you want to be promoted to four bags of disciples, you must recruit seven hundred and twenty-nine named Hanako to join the gang, until the elders with five bags or more don't use the number of recruits as the standard for promotion, but consider the hard work made by the beggar gang .After being promoted to the elder of Nine Bags, he will be the top figure who assists the leader to rule over hundreds of thousands of beggars.Later, this system of recruiting seniority upgrades had a far-reaching impact. It is said that there is an interest group called the Rat Society in later generations that followed suit. Qisuo looked at the three rag bags on the little beggar's back. "Look at you being a three-pouch disciple at such a young age, it's really amazing." Qisuo admired him, he knew how difficult it was to recruit people to be beggars without having to do it himself, let alone recruiting ninety-nine or eighty-one people. "It's easy to say, if it weren't for the flood, there wouldn't be so many beggars running around on the street, and with my poisonous steamed bun, wouldn't it be easy to catch?" the little beggar laughed, and suddenly two more beggars appeared at the corner of the street. A nimble little beggar ran towards the little beggar while whistling. These two little beggars both carried two ragged bags. They seemed to be the subordinates of the little beggars. One had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was taller and stronger than Qisuo, but he had a childish face.The other little beggar looked even more flamboyant, with brows standing erect, a broad frame, and slender hands and feet than ordinary people. The thick-browed little beggar said a few words in the little beggar's ear, and the little beggar kept nodding his head, while the broad-boned little beggar stared at Qisuo who was sitting under the tree fanning the wind, expressionless, Qisuo was stared unconsciously. So, I had to look at the clouds in the sky in embarrassment. After the little beggar with thick eyebrows finished speaking, the little beggar opened his mouth to invite Qisuo. "It's still early in the morning, and the fire is not scheduled for midnight. Our beggar gang hides in a big ruined temple nearby to discuss matters. Our gang leader also came here from Cangzhou overnight to watch the game. He just arrived. He must have brought a lot of rare wine and vegetables. It’s better than this big tree, even if you don’t want to join the gang, it’s good for everyone to get to know each other.” said the little beggar, who seemed to be a person who likes to make friends. "Okay." Qi Suo nodded, in fact, he had already heard clearly what Xiaoqi with thick eyebrows said. He thought to himself that there are many people in the beggar gang, so he will definitely be able to hear more rumors about Junbao. If those interesting rumors meet Junbao, even if he pesters him with his slightly dull personality, he will not say no. Well, it's better to listen to other people's embellished version. The little beggar was overjoyed and immediately introduced himself and his two partners to Qisuo. "By the way, my name is Chongba. The boy with thick eyebrows on the right is named Chang Yuchun, and he is full of strength. The one on the left who loves to stare is named Xu Mingda. He is also the best in fights. They are all my good brothers." Beggar patted the two big guys who looked like door gods beside him, looked at Qisuo, "I don't know what to call Yingxia?" Qi Suo wanted to fool the past, but he thought that Jun Bao was trying his best to make himself famous, and he couldn't live up to his friend's good intentions, so he said loudly: "Tai Chi." "Tai Chi!" Chong Ba was shocked. Xu Da and Chang Yuchun immediately stepped forward on alert, as if they were going to beware of Qisuo's violent attack and hurt others. "It's right here." Qisuo patted his buttocks and stood up, Xu Da and Chang Yuchun were surprised, punched and clapped one by one, and bombarded Qisuo without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, these two door god-like figures turned over in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. "Natural supernatural power, amazing." Qisuo admired, the stronger the enemy's strength, the more powerful the counterattack. The two men had no signs of internal strength, but they both fell in the air, which shows that the original strength is amazing. Qisuo stretched out his feet and kicked the acupoints of the two people who had fallen on the ground, so as to save them from touching their feet again, while secretly amused that Jun Bao had such great powers that he actually erected such a big flag for himself. Chongba suddenly calmed down, looking at Qisuo's appearance. Chongba is not a talent who is proficient in martial arts, but he has a pair of natural eyes for knowing people. He can clearly distinguish which kind of people are suitable for what kind of work, which kind of people are different under the skin, and therefore He was able to be promoted to the three-pocket disciple within three months after joining the gang, and now he is only more than two hundred away from being promoted to the four-pocket disciple. But no matter how Chongba looked at Qisuo, it didn't look like the Tai Chi that caused the beggar gang to shake. "It seems that my reputation is not very good?" Qisuo smiled bitterly. "Tai Chi Xia agreed to come to the party of the gang. He must be a man with an open mind. It is rumored that the feud between the hero and the gang must be a misunderstanding." Chongba was relieved, and he saw that Qisuo's brows did not hide his thoughts. Clue. If he can resolve a dispute for the Beggar Gang, Chong Hachi's position in the Beggar Gang will be more stable. The ruined temple originally enshrined the Eight Immortals, but where did the enshrinement come from when people couldn't even eat enough in these famine years?If there were real gods, the victims would not mind cooking the gods to satisfy their hunger if they were hungry. The statues of gods lacking hands and feet are crumbling here and there, and the walls are ruined. Hundreds of people named Hanako have gathered, all of them grabbing lice and drinking wine. Didn't even bother to come on patrol. On the neck of the only complete statue of Lu Dongbin, there are two stinky feet covered with dog skin and plaster.The owner of the stinky feet is the smelliest guy among all the beggars. Even his hair is tangled into a sticky black-gray ball because he hasn't washed it for too long. This person is the leader of the world's largest gang, Zhao Daming. Zhao Da next year will be about thirty-five years old, with a broad body and a fat body. He looks like a silly beggar who can eat and drink well.He looked at Qisuo with his boogers, and after digging, he played, and then he dug, and all the beggars closed their lips tightly, so as not to accidentally swallow the boss's boogers. Zhao Daming has been playing booger silently, looking at Qisuo without saying a word for a long time. It's been so long that even the boogers are almost gone. It was strange that Qisuo didn't sit still, and felt impolite to walk out of the ruined temple, so he could only stare at Zhao Daming picking his nose. "Is the leader of the beggar gang elected to be the most stinky person?" After a long time, Qisuo was a little dizzy from Zhao Daming's heavy body odor, and couldn't help but softly asked Chongba who was introducing him. Shigeba looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. "So what? Have you ever seen a tiger take a bath?" Zhao Daming said nonchalantly, and with his internal strength, he could clearly hear Qisuo's whispers against Zhongba. "I'm sorry." Qisuo replied awkwardly. "You are the Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin? The one with Monkey Shouquan?" Zhao Daming asked fiercely. "Yes." Qisuo's face was dull, but Zhao Daming didn't smile. "You are really like the legend that you travel thousands of miles a day, guarding the customs in Shaolin for a while, and then sneak out to mess around?" Zhao Daming asked suspiciously, his hands were not idle, and he started rubbing clay balls on his ribs. "It's okay." Qi Suo replied with a guilty conscience, blushing. "I don't believe you fuck your grandma. But since you said that, I'll ask you. Hey, smelly monk, why did you go to Luyi last month to kill the gold medal of the Tianying flag carrying Bazijiang? What kind of enmity does he have with you and you must do it?" Zhao Daming became more and more angry, and the clay balls in his hands became fatter and fatter. Qisuo secretly cried out that it was not good, how could he know who Jiang Jinpai was, it must be Jun Bao who did it and blamed himself.He looked at Zhao Daming's angry face, presumably that Jiang Jinpai was Zhao Daming's old friend. "...Then what should I do, one fish cannot be eaten twice, and a person cannot be resurrected after death, since the dead are all dead..." Qisuo was at a loss.Although Jun Bao couldn't kill someone easily, since he took the other party's life, that Jiang Jinpai must have something to kill. "You can't eat two fish for one fish! Who in this rivers and lakes doesn't know that I, Zhao Daming, are not allowed to snatch anyone who I want to kill! It made me go for nothing!" Zhao Daming trembled with anger, his ribs were all red Ruohen, "It's more than that! I made a special trip to Cangzhou last month to chop the goddamn stele cracker Zheng Yuan, only to find out that he was killed by you again when I arrived! What do you think? Why don't you assassinate the dog emperor if you are so showy? Speaking of assassination, fuck! So what if you assassinated King Ruyang alone? You failed to succeed after five times, so now there are dozens of stinky lamas crowded around King Ruyang, who can’t even fart. Stab? Stab your big-headed ghost!" Only then did Qisuo suddenly realize that Zhao Daming was angry not because he killed his friend, but because he killed his prey before him, causing him to run around for nothing. "What do you think?" Zhao Daming stepped on Lu Dongbin's head with one foot and climbed on the statue's shoulder with the other. Zhao Daming's whole body was full of energy, like a tiger that would jump down and bite at any time, and the statue would collapse at any time due to his feet. All the beggars cheered up and were all overjoyed. Unexpectedly, before the Huashan faction's big match against Zhang Sanfeng that everyone was looking forward to, there was actually a warm-up match with a good lineup.If this Tai Chi is the same as the Eighth Bronze Man, the reward for the duel will break all records! Chongba, who brought Qisuo to the ruined Baxian Temple, was nervous. Although he brought Qisuo who caused the lazy gang leader to run around, no matter what the result was, it was a great achievement, but he also wanted to make Qisuo as a friend. , if the two sides fight, he can feel that the loss is heavy. Just when Shigeya's nerves were stretched to the limit, Qisuo spoke. "I'm really sorry, I'm not very well-informed, and I won't be like this next time." Qisuo breathed a sigh of relief, if he didn't kill the other party's friend, it would be easy to handle. Zhao Daming was taken aback for a moment, and all the beggars also opened their mouths. "What did you say?" Zhao Daming seemed to lose all strength in his body, and his eyes were dull. "I said it won't be like this next time." Qisuo solemnly said, patting his chest. The most important thing to walk in the rivers and lakes is face, without face you are nothing.It is already difficult to ask a well-known chivalrous man to apologize, let alone such a big figure as Tai Chi and the eighth bronze man of Shaolin Temple, he should be killed and not admit his mistakes, and he has to threaten him back. But the naive Qisuo regards face as nothing, admits his mistake and apologizes as soon as he opens his mouth, making Zhao Daming dumbfounded when he is bored, and does not know how to end it. "Hey, I can't see that you are a sharp-tongued person, you can't fool me, let's make a move!" Zhao Daming gritted his teeth, and threw a super nasty mud ball at Qisuo with his fingers, and pulled himself up! Niwan hit his face, and the palm wind blew his hair. Qisuo was terrified, and jumped back with all his strength. Zhao Daming wanted to fight wholeheartedly, because apart from his whole body, except for the mud balls, all he had was an earth-shattering kung fu!The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon! "See the dragon in the field!" Zhao Daming struck out a domineering palm. This palm is extremely simple, unbending, unrepentant, without any change, but the more ancient and clumsy the move, the more skillful it is. Covered in the energy circle, a sultry wind blew up from the ruined temple. Qisuo thought that he retreated early. He thought that the strength of the palm would gradually fail when it reached the tail. At that time, it would not be too late for him to introduce it again, but this tyrannical move, which has been famous for hundreds of years in the beggar gang, is genuine. Miaokou has not yet seen the signs of decline, and it is worthy of being the most overbearing martial arts in the martial arts. "Damn it!" Qisuo broke into a cold sweat, remembering the abbot's lesson. It's just that I didn't expect that warning to come to fruition so soon. There is no way, if you touch it, you have to force it! Qisuo's chest flinched back, and his orifices were instantly filled with true energy. He turned slightly sideways, and opened his hands together in circles, trying to dissolve the palm. Zhao Daming's expression slightly hesitated, and Qisuo was immediately bounced aside by a strange force. "Awesome!" Zhao Daming was greatly impressed. He is kind-hearted, but he loves to talk big, he only used 80% of his strength in this palm, he thought that if Qisuo turned pale and begged for mercy, he would still have the strength to guide this palm away, so as not to hurt Qisuo.But Qisuo actually used a strange method to shake him out safely, which is really unimaginable. Qisuo fell to the ground in an ugly posture and rolled a few more times before stopping. Just now he wanted to lure Jianlong Zaitian away, but because the palm force was too majestic, he not only failed to do so, but threw himself far away.But falling away is also a way to escape, after all, he avoided the palm. "Damn it, I admit defeat! I'm not lucky enough to take your remaining seventeen palms!" Qisuo cursed, and quickly stood up and squatted. This time Zhao Daming was even more surprised, and the group of beggars also tilted their heads and opened their mouths. Usually, when two sides fight in the rivers and lakes, even if one side loses due to the disparity in strength, they will presume that they are not in good condition today or even falsely accuse the other party of poisoning and framing. In a real fight, it's not necessarily who wins or loses. But seeing Qisuo scolding repeatedly, he completely surrendered. "Really?" Zhao Daming was still a little suspicious. "It's a big deal, I'll just give you some of the characters I want to kill! If I don't kill that old thief who everyone shouts for beating, I will have to fight with him sooner or later. Unfortunately, I probably can't beat him. If you want to kill him, just go ahead." , but don't ask me where he is." Qisuo said unhappily, looking at the best escape route. "Look at your ability to change the topic! I asked you if you really surrendered, and you got me so far! It seems that I have to use my other trick of dragon wagging!" Zhao Daming clenched his fists, as if to kick. "Just admit defeat and kick!" Qisuo didn't hear the energy flowing in Zhao Daming's body, so he ran away in no hurry. Zhao Daming nodded, looking very satisfied. Originally, he had been quite unsuccessful recently, and his bounty on the most wanted list of the imperial court was higher than that of Zhang Sanfeng, who had just emerged in the past few years, but Zhang Sanfeng won the first prize for the most unforgivable knight of the year. He was squeezed to third place and lost to two leaders of the Northern and Southern White Lotus Sects whose martial arts were probably not very good, and he was really suffocated to death. But he defeated Shaolin Eighth Bronze Man who was the worst newcomer of the year in Tai Chi and had an unprecedented bounty. Zhao Daming laughed like a pig's head. Chong Ba, who accidentally made the gang leader happy, was full of surprises. Xu Da and Chang Yuchun were also very happy for Chong Ba. "Tai Chi! I see that your martial arts are not bad, and your character is not bad. You are simply under one person and above ten thousand people. Come on, the deputy gang leader will do whatever it takes for you!" Zhao Daming happily accepted Qisuo's surrender, and even embraced with open arms he. Qisuo almost passed out from Zhao Daming's nauseous body odor, but managed to stay awake. "Forget it, I'm born with a low life and can't afford to be the deputy gang leader. I'll talk about joining the gang later, and I'll talk about it later!" Qisuo kept refusing, but Zhao Daming insisted on hugging him. face. "Good brother! Who do you want to be the leader of the gang? You add my bounty together, it's earth-shattering! Hahahahaha!" Zhao Daming was overjoyed. Hundreds of beggars laughed and clapped wildly, obviously no one Oppose that Qisuo saves the process of recruiting newcomers and directly becomes the deputy gang leader. "I'm absolutely unwilling to be one. If you want to reward, reward Chongba! You are smiling so happily now, it's all because he brought me here. You have to be rewarded and punished clearly, and you are the dignified leader of the beggar gang!" Qisuo said. He gave Chongha a favor in favor of the water, so he could get away with it. As soon as Zhao Daming heard the words of the dignified beggar gang leader, he immediately calmed down, nodded and picked his nose, and looked at him emphatically. Zhong Ba hurriedly knelt on the ground, with boundless joy in his heart. "Chongba, you became a three-pouch disciple at a young age? Everyone used to say that you could only pull people but had no real skills. Hehe, it turns out that you really have some skills. Not bad, not bad." Zhao Daming's thick fingers Digging in the nostrils, the nosebleed was finally dug out. What a beggar gang leader. "Don't dare, it's all good luck." Chong Ba imitated Zhao Daming's tone and raised his head. "It's not easy to be lucky. You kill me and I kill you in the Jianghu. If you have no luck, you won't be able to achieve great martial arts!" Zhao Daming continued to dig his mother's blood when he got a nosebleed, and said, "Anyway, this You did a good job this time. Say, what reward do you want? Jump directly to the six-bag disciple?" The group of beggars murmured enviously, but Chongba shook his head decisively. Zhao Daming nodded, and said, "Don't tell me you want to be the vice gang leader? Tsk tsk, it's not okay for young people to be so ambitious, at least they have to catch my half palm to see Long Zaitian, Chongba!" "No, I'm not a high-spirited person. There are gang rules, let alone my largest gang in the world, with clear rewards and punishments. The disciple is just lucky to meet a Tai Chi hero, and he can't reach the edge of breaking the rules. Zizi jumped to become a disciple of Six Pockets, but he doesn't have the knowledge and ability of a disciple of Six Pockets, wouldn't those White Lotus Sects see it as a joke? They said that our beggar gang can even be a disciple of Six Pockets, so there must be no talents in the gang." Chongba He spoke clearly and sincerely, and the group of beggars who originally looked down on Chongba also nodded their approval one after another, and looked at Chongba with admiration. "Liba Tie, what do you want?" Zhao Daming popped out a piece of bloody booger, and Qisuo avoided it with an iron bridge, right in the middle of Chang Yuchun who was standing behind Chongba.Chang Yuchun's face was livid. "My disciple is as timid as a mouse and has no strength to restrain a chicken. I ask the master to give my two good brothers Xu Da and Chang Yuchun some tricks, so that my disciple can feel at ease and do things for the gang more smoothly in the future. "Chong Bayi kowtowed. Both Xu Da and Chang Yuchun were stunned, so they had to kneel down with Chongba, not daring to raise their heads. How can the gang of beggars have any tricks?Chong Ba's opening was to beat around the bush and ask the leader to pass on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to Xu Da and Chang Yuchun. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are not only passed on to the sect master's secret martial arts, but it is not easy to learn. You must make great contributions to the Beggars' Clan. In addition, the martial arts are already very good before they can be passed on by the sect master. Jianglongzhang made a fool of himself, destroying the prestige of the beggar gang for no reason. "Fuck, pass it on as you say? These two big heads don't have the slightest bit of internal strength. It would be strange if they didn't laugh out the teeth of others when they went out to beat my Dragon Palm. No way!" Zhao Daming waved his hand and quit. "Chongba pledged his life to the guild leader that if these two disciples don't agree with the guild leader, they will never use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms outside to embarrass others. Once the martial arts are mastered, the guild leader will be happy to use them again. Those who disobey will be punished by heaven and earth! Having a son is sterile, and giving birth to a daughter will be fucked by a dog!" Chongba swore loudly, and Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, who were kneeling on both sides, hurriedly swore the poisonous oath, their hearts thumping. When the three made such an oath, Zhao Daming was in a good mood, so he agreed. Xu Da and Chang Yuchun are good martial artists, they couldn't help being overjoyed when they heard that they could learn martial arts skills; and when they thought that their elder brother gave up the opportunity to climb up to achieve themselves, the three even cried and laughed loudly while hugging their heads. "Ha! Everyone is happy today! Hurry up and bring some wine to entertain Tai Chi Heroes! Don't let people think that our gang of beggars only have bedbugs and subduing dragon palms!" Zhao Daming yelled loudly, and the group of beggars burst into joy again. The beggar gang's collection of wine is unparalleled in the world, and the noise of hundreds of beggars drinking wine is also unique.Many people rushed to toast to Qisuo, praising Qisuo for admitting defeat without hesitation, he is really a good-natured person, and Chong Ba, who was rewarded, was drunk by a group of beggars. During the banquet, Qisuo was very happy for Zhongba who met for the first time, but also a little discouraged. After I left Shaolin, I still practiced constantly. I thought that the true energy in my body had grown a lot, but I was defeated by a real master in one move. Could it be that I can only play monsters and clowns?Can't help but sigh. Zhao Daming saw Qisuo's gloomy face earlier, patted Qisuo's head that hadn't grown out, and pointed out straightforwardly: "Brother Taiji, you don't have to mind that my martial arts are five, six, seven, eighty-nine times better than yours." Layer, in fact, I am undoubtedly the number one martial arts master, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are invincible in the world. Nothing could be more normal! Drink!" "Just now, the palm-seeing dragon in the field is really thick and majestic. I guess even my good brother Sanfeng is quite invincible. I lost easily, but I feel that I am far behind. I am timid before fighting, and I am extremely pustular. "Qisuo didn't shy away from saying it, and drank a cup. When Zhao Daming heard that the famous Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stop him, he was so excited that he couldn't be more excited. He immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Today is really cool! Take the treasure of the town gang!" Qisuo immediately sat upright, intending to take a good look at the legendary dog-beating stick, the treasure of the beggar gang. Unexpectedly, an old beggar presented a sword with a smile. Zhao Daming proudly flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and the scabbard made a deep sword cry. "Why not a dog-beating stick?" "Bang your mother, who in the world doesn't know that the dog-beating stick was cut off by the palm of Bu Sha more than ten years ago, why mention it?" Zhao Daming snorted, "This sword is the best of our Beggar Clan. Fuck, usually I don’t take it out to meet people easily, because I don’t know how to use a sword at all! Hahahaha!” Qisuo found it very funny to hear Zhao Daming's contradictory words. "Come on! Tai Chi Xia, you and I are so late to meet each other today. We love each other like a father and son! Here! It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Let's take advantage of the crowd, use the sword as the basis, and sworn to be the righteous father." Adoption son!" Zhao Daming excitedly drew out his sword, and it turned out to be two thin-bladed long swords inserted in the same scabbard! Qisuo was taken aback, almost speechless. The first surprise, although Qisuo didn't know much about the affairs of the Jianghu, but when heroes become sworn brothers, they are all sworn brothers, so how can anyone form a father-son alliance!What's more, this Zhao Daming doesn't look more than thirty-five or sixteen, how can he have the nerve to ask himself to worship him as a foster father? ! The second surprise is that the treasure of the Raoshizi beggar gang is actually the Xuanci double swords used by the Hongzhong Emei sect! "Where is the owner of this sword?" Qi Suo hurriedly asked. "Me!" Zhao Daming said shamelessly. "Fart!" Qisuo pointed at Zhao Daming and shouted. "Okay!" Zhao Daming let out a loud fart without hesitation, poof. No matter Zhao Daming's farts were loud or smelly, the ruined temple was immediately filled with a threatening smell, and the group of beggars held their breath with experience, and all of them stopped their movements. "This sword is clearly my friend's, the Emei sect's Xuanci double swords! Tell me! Where are Lingxue and Hongzhong!" Qisuo rolled up his sleeves, furious, and he was completely different from Fang Cai. "Magnetic Double Swords? The name is pretty good, and they will stick together even if nothing happens. They are indeed the treasures of the Beggar Clan! Come, one for each!" Zhao Daming was overjoyed, he was the most strange thing in the world. "What have you done to their masters and apprentices!" Qisuo was furious, and slapped his palm horizontally. Zhao Daming, holding a sword in both hands, leaned back to avoid it, Qisuo changed his palm into a fist, and the tiger punched again. The moves were mediocre but endless. "Hey! Don't fight! It's just that you stole the sword and returned it to your friend, who is being mean to you!" Zhao Daming was not angry, and he still had that smiling face.During the conversation, Zhao Daming blocked all of Qisuo's palm strikes with his feet. The old beggar holding the sword stuck out his tongue and pointed at himself: "I stole it from the inn at noon today. Taiji Shaoxia's friends are two beauties, right? One is tall and has a bad temper. Is it a seductive person, a small and exquisite one, who looks innocent and kind?" "Exactly." Qisuo stopped and stared at the old beggar. "When I touched the sword, I slipped away. I didn't make a move, and there were no accidents. I heard that the two girls will go to watch the death fight between the Sanfeng heroes and the Huashan faction tonight. Then the old beggar will apologize to them, hehe. "The old beggar kept apologizing, but it was also a nonchalant smile. Zhao Daming returned the sword to its sheath, Qisuo took it with staring eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qisuo misses Hongzhong day and night, and as expected he met him in Dadu, so he will give Hongzhong a surprise tonight. "This old beggar is a well-known thief in our beggar gang. He is nicknamed the eight-legged octopus. He took a fancy to the baby and went to the pawnshop to change the wine. Ha! If it weren't for your friend's two beautiful swords, he would have died by now. He just drank it into his stomach!" Zhao Daming pulled Qisuo and laughed, wanting to toast again. Qisuo was constantly bumped by Zhao Daming's sticky hair, and he couldn't help admiring the self-satisfied high-strength skills of the leader of the beggar gang, so he didn't care about it anymore, and drank several glasses of wine with his black magnetic swords in his arms. "Come! Respect our father and son!" Zhao Daming raised his glass and laughed. "Let's avoid it." Qisuo laughed happily and drank it all in one gulp. The ruined temple was full of alcohol, pride, and stench. Just drinking like this until the moon floated into the night sky.