Xiangyang City, west of the city.

The Beggars’ Sect’s Dayi Branch.

Although he is nominally the branch of the world's largest gang and is in charge of the disciples of a city, he is just three neat green tiled houses. The rudder assigned here is lazy by nature, but his seniority is quite slim, and he is lazy to sleep. He often lie in this tiled house and can sleep for a day. Due to the rules of the gang, the disciples of the gang had to divide the food they asked for every day. Over time, no one wanted to come to this "Dayi branch". The originally lively branch has been made deserted over the years.

But today was abnormal. The beggars surrounded the green tiled houses that were usually like haunted houses, stretched their necks and looked in. The sound of swallowing saliva sounded from time to time. Suddenly, a short and fat figure pushed away the beggars who were blocking them and squeezed out with difficulty. A head of dry gray hair piled up noisy on the head like a bird's nest, with a pleat on his face, and a piece of brown eye poop stuck to his right eye. He looked as if he had just woken up and had no energy at all. It was Chen Dunzhu who was arranged by the Beggars' Sect here!

...... People in the world are called sleeping rats...

He squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty. The master Chen looked back in the room with a little fear. He seemed to see the two "crazy men" again through the crowd. He touched the shriveled purse on his waist. An old face that seemed to be asleep and woke up obviously flashed with bitterness. The master was greedy and his apprentice was drinking well. Every time he met them, there was no good thing! He shook his head and found the largest tavern in Xiangyang City and walked around. His figure seemed to have not woken up. His figure attracted a few chucklings from passers-by. Looking at the sloppy back of his own master, Chen Gang curled his lips disdainfully. If he hadn't been old enough, how could he be the master?

The two old men were no better than him! When he thought about it, he turned around, but found that he had been squeezed out several steps in a while. The row of heads that caught his eyes could not help but hold back his energy into it. After seeing this, he would have seen a hero in the future! "Ergou Danzi, move your forehead a little bit..." He was eager to fight for it, but he didn't notice it. In just a few breaths, the sloppy and old back had appeared a hundred feet away, still moving one step at a time, but with a hint of indescribable and free-spirited meaning - like a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world.

"Hahaha, I have a thousand cups of wine for you. My dear brother, you are really generous!"

"Good wine! Good wine!"

"Since you are a good wine, you should drink it yourself. Come on! Do it first and respect it!"

The decorations in the green tiled room were extremely simple, and on weekdays it was just a big bed. At this time, another table was placed in the room. Two men sat opposite each other, one of whom was about thirty years old, with a square face full of heroic spirit, and the other was dressed in a hunter, with short black hair reaching the neck. While talking and laughing, the heroic man laughed again. He picked up a large bowl filled with wine and raised his neck and drank it clean. Looking at the size, he was afraid that it could hold about a pound of strong wine. Looking at the wine jars scattered on the ground, we can see that the two of them had drunk a lot, and the strong aroma of wine filled the whole room, making people feel a little drowsy.

He picked up the last wine jar on the table and shook it slightly. However, the Yingwu man threw it out with some regrets, and smiled at the young man opposite him, "I was so excited that I drank it all, but this was a bitter thing!"

Qiao Feng's expression was normal on the other side, but Chen Fei was already a little dizzy at this time. He immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Qiao, we have drunk more than 30 kilograms of strong liquor during this meal. Brother, I can't hold on anymore."

Qiao Feng looked at his face and said with a smile: "It's fine, but when Chen Duzhu comes back from buying wine, he will have to be slaughtered. Although the yard here is small, there is also an empty room. The girl can help Brother Chen go to rest first. Tomorrow morning, make plans." The next sentence was said to Lin Zixiu, who was standing beside him.

Lin Zixiu, who was already worried, was relieved when she heard this. She bowed slightly to Qiao Feng, who was sitting next to her, and wanted to reach out to support Chen Fei, but was rejected by the latter. Holding the table with one hand, Chen Fei staggered and stood up. His originally bright eyes were mixed with a fascination. A hint of fanaticism and hidden admiration slowly emerged in the eyes of Qiao Feng. He said to Qiao Feng with a smile: "Brother Qiao, your martial arts cultivation is far above my younger brother, and my broad knowledge is beyond my reach. Have you ever heard of the will of internal power? I was driven out by the elders in my family this time, and I had to wait until I understand what my own will is before I could let me go back."

"Why does the will come from the inside power that is not human? Brother Chen, you are afraid that you have drunk too much, so you are already drunk. Why don't you go back to your room to rest first?" Looking at Chen Fei's drunken face, Qiao Feng smiled slightly, thinking that Chen Fei was talking nonsense. After pausing, he added: "But the statement of self-will is similar to Buddhist Zen. If you have time, you can go to Shaolin to ask, and you should gain something."

"Is Shaolin Zen Buddhism?" Thank you for reminding me that I will go to Shaoshi Mountain to watch in the future! But I hope that it is best not to be regarded as a Shaolin disciple that day." When I think of being regarded as a monk today, Chen Fei's eyes twitched. He bowed slightly to Qiao Feng. With Lin Zixiu's wry smile, Lin Zixiu walked towards the small room to the west, and his steps were a little unsteady - a dozen pounds of sorghum spirit, even if he had fighting spirit to protect his body, he could not bear it.

.............

The next day, just as the sky was clear, bursts of violent sounds like thunder woke Chen Fei up, and the Dou Qi in his body was no longer in control, and the Dou Qi was moving through his body. This proved that the Dou Qi felt a powerful force that could threaten Chen Fei's life. Following the sound, Chen Fei slowly walked towards the backyard of the Dayi branch. The Dou Qi ran quickly, causing the tendons and veins in his body to hurt slightly, but he was not worried about his safety. At this time, only Qiao Feng and Qiao Gang could have such strength.

The whistling wind was still bright and transparent at first, but as Chen Fei got closer, it became more and more low and heavy. It was clearly produced by a pair of flesh palms, but it was mixed with a faint intimidation like a low thunder. When you close your eyes, you could almost feel the thrilling scent of a giant beast breathing.

The Book of Changes: Kun Gua: The Sixth: The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is mysterious and yellow!
Chapter completed!