Movie martial arts

Chapter 232 The old beggar
Han Wen promised Huang Rong to call herself Mr. Han or Brother Han, which was exactly Huang Rong's wish. How could she not be willing?He climbed up along the pole, and while cooking, he asked: "Brother Han! Why are you so good at martial arts? So strong? I think many people only become very powerful when they are very old! Probably , my father was not as good as you when he was young, right?"

If you compare Korean with Huang Yaoshi, but in terms of aptitude, he can be smashed into a scumbag by Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, just because he is well-informed and has experienced things that others have not experienced, so he is getting better and better. The stronger he is, as far as he is concerned, he still can't compare to Huang Yaoshi's ability. He smiled and replied vaguely: "There is such a kung fu in the muddle! I don't know! I just know , There are no shortcuts in martial arts, hard work is the kingly way!"

Leaning on the big stone mill, Han Wen began to close his eyes and meditate. After a long time, when the food was fragrant and Guo Jing came back, he stood up and prepared to eat. Suddenly, his expression changed. Someone was bullying him. Within the first five feet, he realized that the person who came was a master, and a top master. Facing the dilapidated courtyard wall, Han Wen said: "Since you are here, please show up and see me! Being sneaky is not a good thing. walk?"

As soon as the words fell, a head poked out from a fork in the dilapidated courtyard wall, with white beard and hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, staring closely at the "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet" in the pot, drooling, and greeted: "Thank you!" Duck legs! Duck buttocks are also fine! Hmm! It’s really fragrant! The best white duck, sour radish, bamboo shoots. Let me think about what else is so fragrant, hey! It seems to have the smell of quail, fragrant ! It's so fragrant!"

"I don't know who it is! There are many foodies in the Jianghu, and you are the only one who can be called a foodie, right? Beibei, Hong Qigong! One of the five wonders in the world! It is also my goal now! Very good! Finally Here comes one! Good! Very good!", Han Wen took a deep breath!Standing up slowly, he waved his hand with a sword, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the dilapidated courtyard wall collapsed, which also exposed Hong Qigong's whole body, holding a jasper and bamboo staff in one hand, and a The porcelain bowl with missing teeth, no matter how you look at it, is a bit ridiculous.

"Young man! Don't be so angry! Then what, you give me a duck leg, the number one in the world is yours!" Hong Qigong stared at the duck in the pot, wiping his saliva non-stop , I have no fighting spirit at all, and I don’t even want to fight with Han Wen, this is called a foodie!A giant foodie who takes life and death seriously!

Nima!The number one in the world is only worth a duck leg in your eyes?In an instant, Han Wen felt like you were playing tricks on me, and he stretched out his hand to strike the icy coldness in his palm. Hong Qigong felt this icy breath, and hurriedly ran away!Yes, he didn't fight back at all, just ran away, muttering as he ran: "Isn't it just the old beggar asking you for something to eat! Isn't it too bullying? Barbaric! Barbarian!"

He is not in the mood to fight with others, and Han Wen can see it, feeling helpless, he can't force him to fight with him, can he?He always hides, if he just pushes it, it will appear that he has lost his place. He shook his head, put his sword back into its sheath, and went back to eat. Han Wen, the person who wants to fight him, is afraid of trouble and doesn't want to go over, why is he so entangled in his heart?
After a long time, the old beggar turned his eyes, picked up a small stone, and knocked it on Guo Jing's head with precision. The stupid boy turned around and saw Hong Qigong waving to him and asking him to come over quietly. Pointing at himself in bewilderment, Hong Qigong nodded, then he scratched his head and got up and walked over, forgetting to put down the bowl in his hand, as soon as he walked in front of Hong Qigong, his things were robbed, silly boy With a kind heart, looking at Hong Qigong who was devouring hungrily, he felt pity for this guy, thinking that he hadn't eaten for a long time!

"Senior! Eat slowly! I'll bring you some food later when Senior Han rests! He has a bad temper, so don't provoke him!" Guo Jing scratched his head He said to Hong Qigong that he completely regarded this famous Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, as an old beggar who was eating wind and drinking dew but had no food, and felt pity for him.

Hong Qigong saw the boy in a daze, and when he turned his eyes, a few turbid tears came down. He patted Guo Jing's shoulder, sighed, and said, "The old beggar hasn't eaten enough for a long time! Little brother! You are such a good man! You are such a good man! Doing chivalry and helping those in need, you will definitely become a generation of heroes in the future!"

"Hero? No way!" Guo Jing shook his head cutely and said: "Senior Han said that I am stupid. The palm technique he taught me is the best in the world, but I can never practice it well. ! Eat slowly, slow down! Senior Han is about to rest, I'll bring you some more!"

Looking at Guo Jing's Shen Ying, Hong Qigong almost didn't laugh out loud, this silly boy is so deceitful!However, the skill of this girl who cooks is really nothing to say. The duck meat is fishy and hard. Generally, duck meat is hard to swallow for people who can’t cook well. But the one she made is just like chicken, tender and refreshing. , full of taste!The royal chef of the palace doesn't have such a good craftsmanship, does he?
"Brother Han! That man is really Hong Qigong, the beggar of the North? No matter how you look at it, he looks like an ordinary old beggar!" Huang Rong leaned against Han Wen, playing with her hair boredly, and said: "Hey! That You foolish boy eats the inside out! He even stole my food!"

"This is his chance! It's also your chance! You can go there too. He is indeed Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar. How many people in this world can escape my attack without getting hurt? Don't look at his shouting!" Exaggeration, in fact, I didn’t get hurt at all, and even attracted the attention of others in this exaggerated shouting, and sneaked out of my attack range, pretending!” Han Wen sighed, but he really wanted to follow The northern beggar Hong Qigong's contest can be regarded as measuring the strength of the five masters in the world, how could he think of it!People have no intention of fighting him at all.

Huang Rong's dark eyes flashed with a sly light, she got up and patted the dust on her skirt, and went to Hong Qigong in a bouncing manner, then she pursed her mouth and said, "Guo Jing! Senior Han!" Said, you should go to practice palm technique! Hard work can make up for weakness! Go! Don't worry! I will take good care of this old man! Hee hee!"

Yaoshi Dongxiehuang's daughter is naturally born with a kind of "evil spirit". Her smile is not funny. Hong Qigong, who was eating Dongpo meat beautifully, shivered for no reason, raised his head slightly, She forgot to chew. After Guo Jing left, Huang Rong knelt down and looked at Hong Qigong without saying a word.

Hong Qigong ate carefully, and also looked at Huang Rong, but under that playful gaze, he was a little terrified!Can't help but ask: "Little girl, what's the matter with you? Well, you cook a good meal, which is very suitable for the old beggar!"

"You are short-handed and soft-spoken! Senior! You said, a junior made a little joke with you. A master like you won't be angry, right?" Huang Rong shook her body back and forth, right? , the big black eyes narrowed into a pair of crescent moons, which was very beautiful, but Hong Qigong swallowed hard and thought: What's going on?What is this for?
Then there was a muffled sound, and Hong Qigong's head was intimately touched by a fire stick. Huang Rong shook the dark fire stick in her hand triumphantly, which is why she kept her hands behind her back!Knock sap, success!Looking at this scene from a distance, Han Wen couldn't help but burst out laughing. She really is a very evil girl, and she can't be taken away by common sense!However, Hong Qigong should also be pretending this time, right?A sap can't beat him to death.

In any case, when Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Hong Qigong was dragged out of the yard by Huang Rong, stripped off his clothes, and looked at the jasper bamboo stick in Hong Qigong's hand. I thought it was pretty, so I picked it up in my hand, and laughed: "I'm sorry, old man! Tsk tsk! This jasper bamboo stick is pretty good, very beautiful! It's just right to take it back as a fire stick! Hee hee! You sleep slowly!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Rong shook her head and walked away. Hong Qigong lifted one eyelid slightly, and seeing no one was there, he stretched out his hand to wipe the top of his head, hissed in pain, and muttered to himself: "A little girl is like this these days." Violence! Hiss! Pain! Yo! My clothes! This girl! How cold it is! Inhumane! It’s better to be that silly boy!"

While complaining, Hong Qigong found a straw mat and wrapped himself up. He was not angry about what happened to Huang Rong just now. After all, he also cooperated. , he is still very relieved.

Look at the three big banners hanging in the middle of this courtyard: No one can beat the world, I am the only one in all directions, and the world is invincible.Hong Qigong shook his head, and sighed, since the last time Huashan discussed swords, Wang Chongyang had one against four, his view of the title of number one in the world, or his opinion has changed, so what if it is number one in the world?Isn't birth, old age, sickness and death according to God's will?It's good to be a free person, why fight for the best in the world!boring!
However, Han Wen's sword qi and icy palm frightened him. Originally, he just thought that he was a young rookie in the rivers and lakes.They really have a few brushes, at least they may not be much weaker than this old beggar like myself!

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