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Zhang Sanfeng nodded, but did not object.

Wudang is neither Zhengyi nor Quanzhen, it is a school of its own.

Besides, the so-called precepts are only used to restrain the disciples under the sect.

For Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, he can drink if he wants to drink, and eat meat if he wants to eat meat.

Who can control him?

Who dares to control him?

"Bartender, cut ten catties of beef, send a set of bowls and chopsticks, and bring over two jugs of good wine!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Qiao Feng glanced at the table, there was only a plate of cooked beef, a bowl of soup, a pot of wine, and a set of bowls and chopsticks.

Then he yelled at the waiter in the running hall loudly and gave him instructions.

"Ten catties of beef? Two jars of good wine?"

The waiter in the shop couldn't help clicking his tongue when he heard this.

One jar of wine weighs twenty catties, and two jars weighs forty catties.

You two, are you finished drinking?

"Why, are you afraid I won't be able to pay the money?"

Qiao Feng stared, a burst of power burst out.

"Don't dare, I'll go here, little one!"

The little girl shrank her neck, responded, and immediately ran down.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the lightness kung fu that Chang just used?"

After the waiter left, Qiao Feng changed the subject and asked Zhang Sanfeng.

In his whole life, he likes two things, one is martial arts, and the other is good wine.

Qiao Feng was extremely curious about Zhang Sanfeng's lightness kung fu just now.

Although it is not necessary to learn hands-on, if you can understand a thing or two, it is also excellent.

"The old man didn't use lightness kung fu!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said softly.

This is just the physical instinct of a strong Jindan realm.

After reaching the sixth level of cultivation, one can fly into the sky and hide from the ground, fly in the sky, eat without food, and eat the wind and drink the dew.

If it wasn't for fear of scaring Qiao Feng, Zhang Sanfeng didn't bother to take a few steps in the air just now and flew up directly.

So, if you really want to ask him what trick he used just now, Zhang Sanfeng really can't tell.

Could it be that the old Taoist directly said that this is the art of flying?

"This... Qiao is being reckless!"

When Qiao Feng heard it, he thought it was related to the sect's secret biography, so he felt very ashamed and couldn't ask further questions.

You must know that each martial arts sect has its own rules.

It is extremely impolite to inquire about other people's martial arts.

At this time, hearing Zhang Sanfeng's refusal, Qiao Feng immediately came to his senses.

Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Er moved to the wine jar, brought beef, and served bowls and chopsticks.

The two stopped talking and concentrated on drinking.

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of meat, Qiao Feng talked about some interesting stories in the world from time to time, and the two had a very happy chat.

After a while, there was only a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and two big men came up.

The person in front seemed to have a lame leg and was walking quickly with a cane.

The other was an old man with a sad face, as if someone owed him a lot of money and didn't pay him back.

The two walked directly to this side, and when they saw Zhang Sanfeng sitting at the table drinking with Qiao Feng, they were obviously taken aback.

Who is this Taoist?

Questions arose in both of their hearts at the same time.

However, the situation is urgent now, so I don't care so much.

The two walked up to Qiao Feng, bowed down respectfully and saluted.

When they were away from home, the two didn't reveal Qiao Feng's identity, Zhang Sanfeng happily pretended not to know, pretended not to see the two of them, and drank slowly.

The crippled man whispered in Qiao Feng's ear: "Brother Qi, the other party agreed to meet in the pavilion in Huishan tomorrow morning."

Qiao Feng frowned when he heard this, and replied in a low voice: "The other party must have been in a hurry!"

Another old man stepped forward and said, "Originally we made an appointment with the other party in three days, but they seem to know that we are short-handed, so they utter wild words, saying that if we don't dare to keep the appointment, we don't have to go tomorrow!"

Qiao Feng pondered for a while, then glanced at Zhang Sanfeng who was seated next to him, and said in a deep thought: "You pass on the order. At midnight tonight, everyone will gather in Huishan. Let's go first and wait for the other party to come to the appointment!"

"Yes!"

The two bowed in agreement, turned around and went downstairs.

The voices of the three of them were extremely low, except for Zhang Sanfeng, the other drinkers upstairs did not hear them.

"Daoist, you must have heard it too! To be honest, I am Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang!"

It's decided, it's a showdown.

This Taoist master has profound kung fu and a calm demeanor. He is definitely a hermit master.

Being able to get acquainted with such an expert, Qiao Feng felt that it would be too rude to hide his identity.

"The old Taoist knew it a long time ago!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded indifferently, picked up a piece of stewed beef and put it in his mouth, and replied.

"Uh, that's right, the Taoist chief looks like an expert at first glance, and it's normal to be able to make calculations!"

Qiao Feng's expression froze, and then he said suddenly.

People in the Taoist sect, who talk about God and God, maybe they really have the ability of magic calculations and so on.

"It's your treat, you keep this jade pendant, if you need anything, just crush it, the old man can help you once!"

After wiping his mouth, Zhang Sanfeng took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and put it on the table.

After finishing speaking, he laughed and walked away.

………………

Dragon World.

As a newcomer, he was invited by Qiao Feng to have a meal of braised beef and a drink of wine.

Zhang Sanfeng thought about this person's figure, thought for a while, and left a piece of jade pendant.

Then walked away.

He didn't know what happened next, otherwise, he would never have missed the battle of Xingzilin.

After getting off the Songhe Tower, Zhang Sanfeng walked leisurely, and after leaving Wuxi City, he walked towards Leigu Mountain.

He turned a blind eye to the Murong family in Gusu and the Langhuan Jade Cave in Mantuo Villa, which were close at hand.

Some mortal martial arts, although they can be called the best in the world, how could Zhang Sanfeng take them seriously?

Wuxi is a city in Jiangsu, while Leigu Mountain is in Henan. The distance between the two is at least hundreds of kilometers.

Although he wanted to go and see that fellow, Zhang Sanfeng was not in a hurry, he stopped and went, looking at the scenery and flowers, feeling very uncomfortable.

Half a month later, I finally arrived at the boundary of Leigu Mountain.

There is a towering green mountain in front of me, and the height is shrouded in clouds and mist, showing an ethereal meaning.

At the foot of the mountain, a rugged trail winds its way up to the mountainside.

The mountains are green and beautiful.

"Wu Yazi knows how to pick a place!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery on the mountain.

In his eyes, this area is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and all the auras of heaven and earth in the surrounding mountains gather to form a natural formation.

Whether you are a warrior or an ordinary person, living here can improve your physique and benefit you endlessly.

"Ha ha!"

Thinking of Wu Yazi's experience when he was young, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, and slowly walked up the stone steps.

As you can see along the way, the environment is beautiful and quiet, and the climate is pleasant and livable.

Three steps and two steps, walked for a while, and reached the end of the stone steps.

This is the mountainside of Leigu Mountain, and a flat land was dug out by someone.

I can only see that the bamboo shade is dense on the flat ground, and the scenery is quiet. There is a small stream on the side of the mountain, and a bamboo pavilion is built next to it.

The gazebo is extremely ingenious and elegant, the bamboo is the pavilion, and the pavilion is the bamboo.

At first glance, it is impossible to tell whether it is a bamboo forest or a gazebo.

In the gazebo, an old man was sitting alone, as if playing chess, but there was no one sitting opposite him.

Behind him stood two servants, bowing and waiting.

Rushing footsteps sounded, and the two servants turned their heads and saw Zhang Sanfeng coming up the mountain.

"Uh uh uh!"

Two servants rushed out of the gazebo, gesticulating, signing, and opening their mouths, but could not speak.

"I'm here to find Wu Yazi!"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't stop walking, and continued walking to the depths, there was a valley, and the Wu Yazi he was looking for was hiding there.

"Stop! What do you want, Your Excellency?"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's actions, Su Xinghe, who was playing chess alone in the gazebo, couldn't sit still anymore.

He ran out, stood in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and asked sharply.

Not only that, the two servants also approached from behind, forming a three-person encirclement, encircling Zhang Sanfeng in the middle.

There is a rhythm of fighting when there is a disagreement.

"Little friend, don't be so impatient, the old man came to see your master!"

Zhang Sanfeng pointed lightly, fixed the three of them, and said calmly.

To him who is more than 100 years old, whether it is Su Xinghe or Wu Yazi, they can only be regarded as children.

Whether it was Su Xinghe or the identities of those two servants, there was no secret to Zhang Sanfeng.

In the past, Wu Yazi didn't know which muscle was wrong, and he had to choose someone who was handsome as a disciple.

Su Xinghe became a big disciple because of his handsome appearance.

But Ding Chunqiu was slightly inferior, he became the second child.

At first, Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu learned the same thing, martial arts and six arts of literature and art.

But later, Su Xinghe obviously didn't have much interest in martial arts, so he concentrated on learning the rhythm of playing the piano.

It's all right if he concentrates on playing the piano, who doesn't have a side job or two that he can do well in martial arts?

It can not only cultivate sentiment, but also soothe the mood, which is very flattering.

Unexpectedly, this Su Xinghe didn't know if he was infected by Wu Yazi.

He saw that his master Wu Yazi was not only strong in martial arts, but also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, medicine, divination, astrology, crafts, trade and planting.

Then I thought, if the master can learn well, I am not bad as an apprentice.

So, after he learned playing the piano, he went to learn chess, calligraphy, painting, and medicine.

Gradually, the major side jobs became the top in the industry, but their martial arts were neglected.