Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 28 The Beggar and the Monk

"The martial arts of the people from Dalin Temple are not very high, no matter how strong they are, they may not be able to beat the five of us."

While talking, Huang Yaoshi drank a glass of wine, and an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be painful and irritable, but there was a hint of gloating in it.

"Little uncle, tell me quickly! Stop talking halfway through what you said!"

Fang Yanming loves these new things in the rivers and lakes the most. In the past, he always pestered Lu Chengfeng who returned from going out, but today he obviously has a better goal.

Huang Yaoshi pampered his little nephew's head, looked at the expectant disciples and wives around him, and continued to tell the story.

"Although this Eunuch Dalin's martial arts are not too strong, he is still considered a top force in the Jianghu, and he is only three points inferior to the Quanzhen Sect."

Hearing this, Fang Yanming suddenly became less interested and said:
"Cut! What's the matter? That old urchin can't beat you, little uncle! This Dalin Temple is not as good as the Quanzhen Sect, what's the point!"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head slowly, and said: "If it's just like this, there is no need for my little uncle to tell you to stay away from him, but ah, this Dalin eunuch is really troublesome! Or to put it another way, monks are troublesome! So if you It's not necessary, it's better not to provoke!"

"Oh? Brother Yao, what do you mean by that?" Feng Heng also became interested and interrupted to ask.

"Everyone says that I, Huang Yaoshi, is full of evil spirits, but in my opinion! This Dalin Temple is more evil than me!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone turned pale with shock. To get such an evaluation from Dongxie, this Dalin Temple was really the first.Therefore, everyone can't help secretly paying attention.

"Little uncle, so you said you had a fight with the people from Dalin Temple?"

It's really not a big deal to watch the excitement, Fang Yanming encouraged him again.

Hearing these words, Huang Yaoshi glanced at him, and said angrily, "I haven't fought, what's the matter? You want me to fight them now?"

"Hee hee! It's not impossible! It's better to take me with you! Also let me see the guy who can make you say trouble, what kind of trouble is it!"

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yanming was suppressed again.This time it was Feng Heng, who gave him another blow on the head.

"You little boy, you've been thinking about fighting and killing all day long, and I don't know where you got it!" Feng Heng was a little annoyed, his almond eyes widened.

"Listen to the story carefully, and then pick out the copybook if you interrupt indiscriminately!"

Hearing this, Fang Yanming immediately calmed down and shrank aside, for fear that his aunt would arrest him to copy the copybook again.

Without the interrupter, Huang Yaoshi took a sip of fine wine, cleared his throat, and resumed his narration.

"I've never met that person from Dalin Temple, but ah, our beggar from the north suffered a lot at that time!"

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his tone was full of gloating.

"Master, could it be possible that Senior Hong was injured by the people from Dalin Temple?" Mei Chaofeng who was beside him couldn't hold back anymore, he interrupted and asked.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at her and said, "What are you thinking? Since Hong Qi's debut, the person who can hurt him hasn't been born yet! But..."

Having said that, when the topic changed, his tone became even more serious.

"But! According to him, he has never seen such an annoying monk, so he now detours when he hears any monks."

"I think that the beggars' gang can get this news because he specially ordered it."

Hearing such words, Fang Yanming, who had just been honest for a while, jumped up again, and said impatiently: "Little uncle, tell me, it's so interesting to listen to! Haha, the story that the beggar and the monk have to tell! Ha ha…"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

Only Feng Heng's face was ugly, his eyebrows were raised coldly, and his almond eyes were slightly narrowed. With lightning speed, he stretched out his hand directly to his ear, and twisted it vigorously.

She blushed, gritted her teeth, and said word by word: "The story of the beggar and the monk, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the strength in his hands became stronger.

"Oh! It hurts! It's wrong! It's wrong!"

Fang Yanming yelled, trying to straighten up, trying to escape the claws.

"Bah! Dirty bastard! Mistress, work harder and treat this brat well!"

On the side, Mei Chaofeng also blushed pretty, spat and yelled.

After a while, seeing that Feng Heng's anger had almost subsided, and Xiaowa who spoke rudely was also taught a lesson, Huang Yaoshi rescued him.

"Okay! Ah Heng, don't be angry, under such a beautiful scenery, it's worth being so angry about this Ming boy!"

Her husband had spoken, and besides, his anger had almost subsided, so Feng Heng simply pushed the boat along and let his little nephew go.

But she still stared at Fang Yanming viciously, and reprimanded: "Stinky boy, if you open your mouth to talk nonsense again, pay attention to your ears!"

Fang Yanming rubbed his red and swollen ears with his small hands, nodded hurriedly, and assured him: "Auntie! I know I'm wrong tomorrow! Don't be angry! If you get wrinkles, you won't be pretty!"

While talking, he got into Feng Heng's arms, twisted his head on her body twice, and acted like a baby.

With a chuckle, Feng Heng broke his skills in an instant, stretched out his jade finger and tapped Xiaowa's head twice, and said angrily: "You brat! This little mouth is really going to deceive my aunt to death!"

After finishing speaking, he tapped his little face twice affectionately, and blew at his red and swollen ears, finally uncovering the matter.

Where none of them noticed, the eyes of the six disciples met, and they secretly gave their little junior a thumbs up.

After some episodes, Huang Yaoshi continued to tell the story again.

"This Dalin Temple, the first time I heard about it was from Hong Qi."

As he told the story, a look of memory appeared on his face, as if he remembered the past...

"Seventh brother, please!" Huang Yaoshi raised his glass from a distance, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Brother Yao, please!"

Hong Qigong took out the gourd from his waist, and after respecting it, he also took a big gulp, and then bit the chicken leg in his hand.A sip of wine, a sip of meat, it's a pleasure.

After drinking for three rounds, Huang Yaoshi spoke.

"Brother Seven, can you tell me about the Dalin Temple? Brother really wants to know who is the one who makes Hong Qi retreat."

Hearing these words, Hong Qigong suddenly shuddered and smiled wryly.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, his face was full of excitement again, he opened his mouth wide, and said hehe: "Of course there is no problem, but the food and drink!"

At this time, a funny scene appeared, it turned out to be Hong Qigong, his right index finger was constantly twisting, and he couldn't cover it.

"In that case, I will leave it to my brother." Huang Yaoshi responded with a smile, patting his chest.

"It's easy to talk, easy to talk! Hey, come on!"

After the goal was achieved, Hong Qigong was in a good mood, and quickly greeted him.

As soon as the wine glass touched the gourd, he drank three more glasses before he opened his mouth slowly.

"Brother Yao! To tell you the truth, brother, I really don't want to mention this kind of thing, but ah! Who told us to be greedy and want to eat your food and drink. If that's the case, I'll just go with you Talk."

"Brother Seven, don't worry, if this matter comes out of your mouth and into my ears, naturally no third person will know about it! Otherwise, call me brother..."

Before Huang Yaoshi finished his promise, Hong Qigong interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"It's not necessary, and there's nothing shameful about it, it's all said and done!"

"Besides, if you marry your wife later on, and there will be another Huang Xiaoxie in the future, can you really tell him something interesting?"

Hearing his teasing like that, it was rare for Huang Yaoshi not to argue, so he smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Speaking of this Dalin Temple, we have to start from ten years ago." Hong Qigong's face showed a look of reminiscence, mixed with embarrassment.

"At that time, when I first mastered Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I was kicked out by my master."

"The old beggar has nowhere to go, so he can only look around for food. I heard later! The grape wine from the Western Regions is a must, so I'm going to try it."

"When we got to that place, we didn't taste any wine or food, but we had a good fight with the monk."

Speaking of this, Hong Qigong had a look of regret on his face, but he didn't know whether he was talking about the food or the monk.

Huang Yaoshi became interested and said: "Brother Seven, how powerful are the people from Dalin Temple? How could they catch your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Hong Qigong pursed his lips, twitched his fingers under his chin, shook his head, and said, "Say it's amazing! It's not bad!"

"However, you also know that you are always calling me. You like food and wine on weekdays, but you really don't have much interest in fighting."

"However, that battle was also interesting. The monk claimed to be walking around the world in Shizi Dalin Temple, and his horizontal kung fu practice was extremely strong."

"Oh! The kung fu he uses is a bit like the indestructible magic skill of Shaolin King Kong, but it is three points more domineering. Once this kung fu is released, his whole body is like a plated gold, and his body is extremely strong. The old beggar Hualian gave him a few Palm, it hurts my hand!"

Hearing such words, Huang Yaoshi's interest greatly increased, and he said quickly: "Oh? It's so mysterious? Then brother, I want to see it!"

"Don't, don't!" Hong Qigong stopped him and waved his hands repeatedly.

"What's the matter? Brother can't even see it? Are the people in Dalin Temple really so powerful?" Huang Yaoshi asked in surprise.

"Not really! But this Dalin Temple is really troublesome!"

Hong Qigong continued to say with a headache on his face, "I'm not going to lie to you, Brother Yao! It's fine if the old beggar really can't beat it! But that monk was clearly defeated! But he was like a brown candy, no matter what Don't drop it!"

"Oh? Brother Seven, why don't you just shoot him and beat him to death!" Huang Yaoshi said fiercely.

After hearing his words, Hong Qigong shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no! Although the old beggar can kill him, he is not a treacherous person. He is just a martial idiot. How can he be killed?"

Hearing this, Huang Yaoshi became even more curious, and hurriedly said, "Then what happened afterwards?"

Hong Qigong sighed, pretending to have a headache, and said, "The monk has been with the old beggar for three months, three months!"

"For the past three months, the old beggar has not been able to eat well or sleep well, and there is always a monk chanting beside him, it is really annoying!"

"In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I gave him a few slaps, and then casually threw him to a sub-helm of my beggar gang, and slipped out. Who knows! Trouble is coming!"

"Oh? It can make the seventh brother feel troublesome! It seems that there are really masters in Dalin Temple!"

After listening to Huang Yaoshi's words, Hong Qigong shook his head again, and said meaningfully: "A master! It's not that high! But it's annoying, it's really annoying."

"Brother Yao, we are people in the rivers and lakes! There must be a limit to revenge!"

Speaking of this, he was a little crazy, his hands kept scratching his head, and he looked like he was suffering from a headache.

"So? The people from Dalin Temple attacked your beggar gang!"

As Huang Yaoshi said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a ruthless look appeared on his face.

Hong Qigong shook his head again, and said, "That's not true, but, I beat the young one, and another old one came, and after beating the old one, four older ones came again!"

"Oh my God! I've never seen such an annoying monk! Those four old monks just surrounded me all day long talking about what life is all about, and death is all about sorrow!"

"Then they talked about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately next to the old beggar. I said that my old beggar didn't kill anyone! Then they said that the benefactor and my Buddha were predestined..."

While talking, Hong Qigong kept pacing back and forth, and Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but smile with his frantic look.

Stretching out a finger and waving it twice in the air, Hong Qigong said in pain, "One year! One year! Those four old monks have been with me for a whole year! The old beggars are talking about my hair falling out." I'm about to become a monk."

"Seventh brother, you want me to tell you! You are too pedantic, if you put it on me, brother! You would have killed those monks! Save yourself so much."

Seeing Huang Yaoshi's banter, Hong Qigong felt a little unhappy, and said, "Come on! I just saw you making fun of me as a beggar! If it was on you! I'm afraid it will be ten times more painful than the beggar. "

"What's wrong? Brother, can't I kill him?"

Huang Yaoshi's expression was calm, but traces of awe-inspiring killing intent emanated from his body.

Seeing this situation, Hong Qigong glanced at him, took another sip of wine, and said meaningfully: "Of course you, Huang Laoxie, can kill, but I don't believe it, you, you can really kill me!" Kill all the monks in the world?"

"what?"

After hearing the story, all the people present exclaimed in surprise, staring fixedly at the Tsing Yi, wanting to hear what kind of explanation he would give.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at the crowd and said, "This is the end of the story!"

Immediately, he changed his face, looked pained, and continued: "You were all young and frivolous at the time! You didn't take Seventh Brother's words to heart."

"So, little uncle, did you really go to trouble Dalin Temple?" Fang Yanming's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly.

Huang Yaoshi shook his head in confusion, and said in a sad voice, "It's not the Dalin Temple, but another one."

"what?"

Fang Yanming asked hurriedly.

"Xiaolin Temple!"

Huang Yaoshi whispered three words between his lips, and memories slowly flooded into his heart.

(End of this chapter)