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Chapter 66
On a mountain full of trees and about twenty feet high, there is hidden a cottage with only twenty or thirty households. There is a burst of breaking wind in the center of the cottage. It is a group of teenagers who are practicing martial arts.

A big man walked in the middle of the crowd, correcting those who made mistakes in their cultivation from time to time.

At this time, a very fast, thin young man wearing a cloak woven with grass leaves ran in from outside the cottage, and announced the good news to the big man with a happy face: "The big man, the big man, good news, good news! According to news, a carriage came down the mountain, and there was only an old servant sitting on the shaft, it must be a big fat sheep."

"Practice martial arts well!" The big man yelled at all the young people who stopped practicing martial arts because of this news, and glared at the young man who came to report the letter: "Just report a letter, what a fuss, you shouted, and the whole village was disturbed." Everyone knows."

The big man walked out of the young people practicing martial arts, and led the young man to a nearby pavilion.

At this time, the young and middle-aged men who got the news had already come out from various households and gathered under the pavilion. There was only one middle-aged man with a slender figure and a decadent face, holding a wine gourd more than one foot high, and belching. , walked over step by step, and when people saw him, they immediately moved out of the way consciously.

The decadent middle-aged man passed through the crowd, staggered to the pavilion, sat down across from the hesitant big man, leaned against the pillar in a comfortable posture, raised the wine gourd, and drank a glass of wine. gulp.

Immediately, the whole pavilion was filled with the aroma of wine, and many people stared at the wine gourd of the decadent middle-aged man and swallowed dryly several times.

The big man was full of respect for this decadent middle-aged man who was sitting still, and seemed to be drunk. This news, tell me, do we want to make this vote?"

The decadent middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Didn't I say that I only rob merchants, monkey, is that carriage a merchant?"

The thin young man who reported the letter was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, shook his head and replied, "It doesn't look like it."

The decadent middle-aged man looked up at the big man and said, "This is my answer."

If you are not a merchant, you will naturally not be robbed.

But the big man was still hesitant: "Sir, before you came up the mountain, we didn't have so many rules. Didn't it matter if we robbed for more than a year? Naturally, we know that some people cannot be robbed, but we only rob merchants. The scope of the robbing is too narrow, and you let us only rob one-third and leave them two-thirds. We have too little robbing now, and we can hardly get rid of it. The children in the stockade are just growing up If you don’t have enough to eat at the time, if you continue to practice, you will be useless.”

The decadent middle-aged man picked up the wine gourd, took another sip of wine, shook his head with a smile and said, "This world is very big, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, aren't you afraid of warriors in the carriage?"

Before the big man opened his mouth to answer, there was a booing voice from under the pavilion: "What are you afraid of, we have more than a dozen warriors here, haha..."

The decadent middle-aged man glanced contemptuously at the dozen or so big men under the pavilion who were laughing with the booing people, laughed contemptuously, took another sip of wine, and muttered: "Only you are also worthy of being called warriors!" ?”

The big man coughed twice in embarrassment, and immediately, the laughing crowd under the pavilion stopped laughing.

"I know, sir, you have a big background, and look down on them who have cultivated for more than ten years but have not become warriors. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, they can indeed be called warriors."

The decadent middle-aged man laughed, hiccupped, nodded, and said, "I only found out when I came here. It turns out that there are still people who have practiced martial arts for several years but failed to build a foundation and become martial artists. A special name, Wutu, haha... You Jianghu people really know how to play!"

In the eyes of decadent middle-aged people, these are just a set of self-deception by people in the rivers and lakes.

He is obviously not a warrior, but he insists on leaning on the warrior.

He also gave himself a nondescript name.

warrior.

It's ridiculous.

Hearing these words, those people below who were booing just now glared at the decadent middle-aged man one by one.

It's just that he sensed the looming aura on the opponent's body, so he didn't dare to make mistakes, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

The decadent middle-aged man saw this scene, and the contempt in his eyes grew stronger: "Hmph, a bunch of reckless people, this is the second of the five schools to create the Way of Dragon Martial Arts, but it can't become the mainstream. It is a pity that the sage of Longwu exhausted all his efforts to create the method of visualization, but he could only make wedding dresses for the three major schools behind. Sad, lamentable, even a sage can How? Haha..."

Laughing, the decadent middle-aged man gulped down the wine again, and soon passed out.

The big man sitting in the pavilion looked helplessly at the drunk and decadent middle-aged man, sighed, and said to the thin young man beside him who reported the message: "Monkey, serve, go down and rest."

"Yes, the head of the family." After the monkey helped the decadent middle-aged man to leave, the young man who took the lead in making a fuss just walked into the pavilion and asked anxiously: "The head of the house, if you don't make a decision, the carriage can leave. We are within the range of Hutou Mountain."

The big man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the young man in the square not far away, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, we'll do it for this ticket!"

The big man was also decisive, and now that he had made a decision, he immediately made arrangements.

"Brother Niu, Brother Ma...you go with me, the others stay behind and are on guard to protect our family."

"Yes, the head of the family."

When a group of people came to the gate of the cottage, a thin young man called "Monkey" ran over anxiously after sending off the decadent middle-aged man just now: "Master, if you don't agree, why are you still going?"

The young man who took the lead just now gave Hou Zi a dissatisfied look, and asked with a dissatisfied expression: "Hou Zi, are you from the village? Or that drunk?"

"I, I am naturally the person of the head of the family! The head of the house, you are going, take me, I will definitely rush to the front." Hearing this, the monkey became anxious, and hurriedly asked the head of the house to fight.

The head of the family glared dissatisfiedly at the young man who took the lead in making a fuss just now, and reprimanded him: "Old wolf, don't be rude to sir."

Then he said to the monkey: "Monkey, the old wolf just doesn't have morals, he doesn't have a heart, so don't be so fussy with him."

The master looked at the look of the monkey eager to fight immediately after the "please fight", thought for a while, and made a decision: "Since you want to come, then come, it's just right, I can see you follow Mr. What is the subtlety of this set of footwork learned?"

(End of this chapter)