Ring Town

() In the small park in the morning, there are not a few people doing morning exercises, but most of them are elderly people, and there are very few young people like Chu Feng.

He didn't care about everyone's surprised gazes, and went straight to a relatively remote corner of the small park, which was where Meng Jiu liked to go.

Sure enough, as soon as Chu Feng walked over, he saw Meng Jiu.

At this time, he was squinting his eyes slightly, concentrating on practicing boxing. His eyes moved slowly along with the direction of the boxing, his whole body seemed extremely stretched, and there was a faint gesture between opening and closing.

The movements were slow and coherent, all in one go, without the slightest block in the middle. Even though Chu Feng didn't understand martial arts, he still understood that this person was undoubtedly a master.

Meng Jiu didn't seem to notice Chu Feng's arrival, he didn't even look at him, but concentrated on punching himself.

Chu Feng came here with a request, but he was not in a hurry. He took out a bottle of pure water from the bag on his shoulders, drank it leisurely, and waited quietly for Mengjiu.

After about half an hour, Meng Jiu finally stopped, his wise eyes shot over, with a glint of crystal light hidden, he glanced at Chu Feng, and then narrowed his eyes slightly: "Waiting for me for so long , if you have anything to say."

When Meng Jiu talked about his thoughts, Chu Feng smiled embarrassingly. He didn't beat around the bush, and directly cut to the point: "I want to ask the old man to teach me martial arts."

Hearing that this was what happened to Chu Feng, Meng Jiu's seemingly soft eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the aura of his whole body changed accordingly, like a sword out of its sheath, straight Stab at Chu Feng.

The strong aura and the stimulation made Chu Feng's eyes hurt, and he felt like he was about to cry. His divine sense was even locked on by the other party, and his whole body was shrouded in a chill.

However, Chu Feng's current physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people after all, and after experiencing the incident with the ring, his mind is tough, and his spiritual consciousness is stronger than his cultivation base, so he does not evade, and directly meets Meng Jiu looked over.

A hint of astonishment and surprise appeared on Meng Jiu's face, but he nodded with a smile for a moment, his eyes showed a touch of appreciation, and the aggressive aura on his body disappeared and became invisible with his indifferent smile.

"Not bad!" Meng Jiu praised Chu Feng.

Chu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body felt weak, and he smiled honestly: "Mr. Meng, please teach me."

If it was just a guess before, then after experiencing the scene just now, Chu Feng can be sure that this old man Meng is definitely a master.

"Why should I teach you?" Meng Jiu looked at Chu Feng with interest, and the deep wrinkles on his face were stretched out, revealing a red light.

Chu Feng already had a plan yesterday, so he opened his satchel in a calm manner, took out two bottles of century-old wine from it, and put them in front of Meng Jiu with a smile: "Master Meng, this is my tribute to you."

After taking out the wine, Chu Feng didn't mention the matter of apprenticeship.

Meng Jiu's eyes lit up when he saw two bottles of century-old wine, and he stretched out his hand quickly, and was about to take it, but quickly retracted: "Tsk tsk, I almost fell for the trick of you little guy! "

Chu Feng coughed lightly, and smiled embarrassingly: "Old man, you are overthinking. This wine is because the junior was anxious to ask you for an appraisal last time, so I spoke a little too aggressively, so I came here to make amends."

Meng Jiu's eyes were fixed on the hundred-year-old wine. He seemed to be relieved when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to believe it completely, so he asked suspiciously: "What you said is true? Didn't you send it for the sake of apprenticeship?" I drink?"

"Old Meng, you are really overthinking!" As soon as Chu Feng sent it forward, he stuffed the hundred-year-old wine into Meng Jiu's arms.

As soon as the wine was in his bosom, Meng Jiu lifted the lid of a bottle, sniffed it beautifully, and showed a face of intoxication.

Seeing Meng Jiu's appearance, Chu Feng was also secretly funny, so he pretended to sigh regretfully: "Oh, I wanted to worship a master and learn martial arts. Anyway, I still have a lot of century-old wine at home. It's a pity that I can honor Master a few more bottles..."

When Meng Jiu heard a bottle of century-old wine every day, he immediately pricked up his ears, but Chu Feng stopped suddenly. It was like watching a movie when the power suddenly cut off. This mood is so anxious. !

However, Chu Feng on the side was worried. He didn't feel sorry for the wine now. He was afraid that he would not be able to learn martial arts. After all, no matter how much money he had, he was not as strong as himself. Chu Feng understood this truth.

Especially now, after he has the ring, he feels the importance of strength. Martial arts may be the best way to break through his current cultivation.

After all, although immortal art is powerful, it is too difficult to practice. One is that the spiritual power of immortals on the earth is too thin, and the other is that the physique of immortals is different, so it is not suitable for ordinary people to cultivate.

So he strongly wants to learn martial arts, not only to make himself stronger and safer, but also to improve his cultivation and increase his poor immortal power.

Meng Jiu has been silent, not because he is indifferent, but because he is thinking about how to maximize his own interests. Seeing that Chu Feng's eyes are getting hotter and hotter, his heart is also moved.

After a long time, he stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Chu Feng.

Nima, stretch your finger again?

Chu Feng almost cursed out. The last time he stretched out his fingers, he guessed thirty thousand as three thousand, ten times the difference. This time he stretched out two fingers again. What does that mean?

Chu Feng's mind turned sharply, and he asked tentatively: "Old Meng, you don't mean to ask me to give you two bottles of century-old wine a day? Then, then you still kill me!"

Meng Jiu was startled, but retracted one of his fingers happily.

"One bottle a day?" Chu Feng couldn't believe it, he asked with a little hesitation.

Meng Jiu nodded quickly.

Chu Feng thought of meeting Dao Scar and the others this time, and beat them to the ground only with his strong physical fitness, but if he met a real master, then he must be the one who fell down.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng gritted his teeth suddenly, and said viciously: "Okay, just one bottle a day!"

"Deal!" Meng Jiu's eyes lit up, he looked at Chu Feng ecstatically, and stretched out his palm.

Chu Feng didn't hesitate anymore, and directly stretched out his palm to strike him: "Deal!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Chu Feng slapped the palm, Meng Jiu smiled sinisterly, and there was a lewd light on his old face: "Young man, I actually started to stretch out two fingers, what do you mean?" That is to say, if you give me two bottles of wine in total, I will teach you, but you insist on one bottle a day, alas, this kind of filial piety is really rare!"

Meng Jiu sighed triumphantly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Chu Feng could vaguely hear his wretched laughter, he was so angry, damn, he was tricked by his fingers again!

This old man is really sinister!

Taking advantage of it, he actually said it on purpose. This is obviously revenge. Chu Feng looked at Meng Jiu's back from a distance, really wanting to cry without tears.

Throw all the tickets over, Monday, hit the list, begging!