Huang Rong shook his head and suddenly saw that he was holding the gourd with four fingers and an index finger in his right hand, but his heart was still missing. He remembered what he had heard all the way, and thought, "Is it a coincidence that he met his predecessors today?" Let’s sound him out. Besides, Brother Ping has offended the West Poison. Ouyang Feng can’t offend the North Beggar again, so his father may not be able to protect him. "

So Huang Rong asked, "I don’t know your old name?"
The middle-aged beggar said, "My surname is Hong, ranking seventh. You two dolls call me Qigong."
Huang Rong heard his surname Hong Xindao. "It was him, but his age seems to be different from that of Wang Chuyi Taoist. How can it be true that the seven masters are just the same? Well, my dad is not old, and he is not generally equal to Hong Qigong and them. It must be true that seven old people are living in a dog. "Huang Rong thought maliciously according to the facts.
Huang Rong then tore a chicken leg and handed it to Hong Qi: "I don’t know what the doyen came here for? Don’t really want to come to us for begging, do you? We don’t have any savings. We can’t support it for too long. Plus, there was a misunderstanding just now. Please show your predecessors that the misunderstanding is getting bigger and bigger. "
Hong Qi was just about to pick up the chicken leg when Zhang Ping suddenly stepped in to stop his hand and said, "Isn’t it possible to eat chicken?"
Hong Qi saw Zhang Ping’s finger point immediately waved his hand to block the two men from leaving their seats, and they met for seven strokes in an instant. They just hit the palm very hard, but what they did at this time was a small capture technique. Although it hurt the other party’s intention, it quickly fell within the scope of the ruler Xu Fangyuan.
Huang Rong, who was sitting next to them, stared at the two of them. Both of them were excellent contemporary beggars. Hong Qi was called the Five Wonders of Heaven. In the past 20 years, Jianghu has become a very famous beggar with nine fingers, and Zhang Ping IV practiced martial arts. Although the title of Zi Xue Yao Dao occasionally appeared in Jianghu, it also made the number of black and white experts talk about it.
Huang Rong saw that Zhang Ping and Hong Qi grabbed the chicken legs without moving, and brought their martial arts wonderful ideas into full play, which made Huang Rong benefit a lot from it.
At first, in more than ten strokes, the two men were evenly matched. When they saw that they hooked, took, bounced and grabbed all their stunts, they used several strokes. Zhang Ping’s left hand suddenly pushed Hong Qi’s left arm down and his right finger touched the chicken leg.
Hong Qi knows this must be caught for him. If two people rob each capacity, they will look indecent and have no superior demeanor. Secondly, they will stop when they learn from just a palm that they are afraid that they will not be purple and bloody.
Zhang Ping then gently reached out and picked the chicken leg and said, "Good, good, hard and soft, and the martial arts of Jige have been practiced to the realm of anode and yin."
Na Hongqi looked at Zhang Ping and said, "How dare you make a fool of yourself in front of the purple blood demon? I really don’t know if Ge’s skill of beating the mother’s womb is really profound and tight."
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly threw the drumstick to Nahong Qi: "It is also true or not to say that I practiced kungfu from the womb. Dongxie, Xi Du, Nandi and Beigai are the four masters of Wulin today. Can you compare them with the Beigai who came here today? But what about Ouyang Ke?"
Na Hongqi took the chicken leg and took a big bite: "It’s right to say that I’m from Ouyang Ke, and it’s not true that Dong Xie, Xi Du, Nandi and Beigai are equally famous, but Ouyang Feng is good at poison and sneak attack on you. Will he disturb you in the future if he retaliates against you this time?"
Zhang Pinglue suddenly smiled and said, "So that’s it. It seems that Qigong wants me to get rid of this Ouyang Feng together, but if he changes his martial arts for an antidote, I won’t kill him for no reason."
Hong Qigong heard what Zhang Ping said. He just took a sip of old wine and almost gushed it out. He quickly explained to Zhang Ping: "It’s not what you think. I want to persuade you to give the antidote directly to Ouyang Ke. I told him to let it go. The so-called enemy should be reconciled and not settled. You must make trouble for yourself?"
Zhang Ping heard what Hong Qigong said and laughed: "In that case, the Seven Duke don’t have to say that I am a purple blood demon and don’t take him Ouyang Feng seriously. If he dares to come to see me at that time, I think the white camel mountain pulse in the western regions will probably die from now on."
When Hong Qigong saw this, he knew that Zhang Ping’s mind was made up. Plus, he found that Zhang Ping’s martial arts was not in himself, so he no longer persuaded Zhang Ping to eat together.
After a meal, he patted his belly and cried, "Belly, belly is so delicious. Do chickens and rabbits seldom eat their bellies?"
Huang Rong poof bursts into a smile and says, "It’s a great honor for my daughter to get a beggar chicken and a roast rabbit once in a while."
The beggar laughed and said, "He’s a demon. He’s a very good girl compared to you. I’ll give you some benefits if I eat your chicken and rabbit today, but this little martial arts skill is amazing. I’m afraid you can’t stand it. I’ll wear some real kung fu for you this little girl."
Huang Rong said at this time: "Oh, Qigong, you are leaving. Brother Ping, I think we should hurry. When we get to the front town, we will buy some materials and I will cook you a good meal."
Zhang Pingxin knew that Huang Rong was trying to seduce Hong Qigong. Although he didn’t know that he didn’t like practicing martial arts, Huang Rong didn’t like Hong Qigong martial arts, but he still echoed: "Well, how can this beggar chicken and roast rabbit be comparable to other foods without seasoning blessing? Then let’s hurry."
Although Zhang Ping said to Hong Qigong, "Seven men and I will leave now and take care."
Seeing that they were riding camels, Hong Qigong made a cruel chase and shouted, "Go slow, go slow. At the end of this day, the food is always called flowers, but it is not much to make such food as this little girl. How can you be worthy of yourself if you don’t eat a few mouthfuls?"
Huang Rong at this time, however, said, "So we meet again. I think this time we are destined. If Qigong wants to eat delicious food, you can’t do it if you don’t take out something."
After hearing this, Hong Qigong scratched his ears and then said to Huang Rong, "I am this greedy and smelly temper who forgets everything at the thought of eating."
Then he stretched out his left four fingers and said, "It’s true that the ancients said that’ the forefinger moves greatly’. If I want to see or smell a rare smell, my right forefinger will jump. Once, I missed a big event because of gluttony, and I cut off my finger with a knife …"
As Huang Rong "ah" sighed a Hong Qigong, "You can’t cut my little girl with your fingers, but you can rest assured that Qigong can’t rely on your kung fu, so you can rest assured to cook."
Then a line of three people will continue to walk forward.
Chapter DiYiSanSi Martial Arts Bo Jing
The three men then went all the way to the south, and soon they came to a town called Xiejia Town. After finding the biggest inn in the town, Huang Rong said, "I’ll buy some materials, so you two can rest for a while."
Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong’s distant back and smiled at Zhang Pingdao with a plain expression. "Is she your little wife?"
Zhang Ping shook his head and then closed his eyes without answering him.