Chapter 63: The second palm technique south of the Yangtze River

The middle-aged man Yang Yi stood up to invite him and smiled and said, "Brother, I'm so happy, so I'll bother you!" He stood up and sat down in front of Yang Yi. △↗,.

Yang Yi took the wine bowl, poured two bowls of wine into the two wine bowls, and smiled and said, "Brother, I feel so familiar when I see you, as if I have known you for many years."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "But it's a coincidence, I feel this way too!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Yang Yi raised the wine bowl and said to the big man: "Since that's the case, let's drink this bowl of wine!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Of course I have to drink!"

The two of them touched the two wine bowls, and then drank them clean.

These two large bowls of wine are strong wine, which is extremely spicy. One bowl of wine can be as much as one pound. Ordinary people will get drunk if they just have one bowl, but the middle-aged man and Yang Yi drink it in one bowl, and their faces remain unchanged.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Although this wine tastes bad, it's quite energetic."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's good to drink wine. There are so many people in the world who can't afford to drink wine, so there is no need to be too demanding."

Yang Yi said: "Yes." He raised the wine jar with one hand, shook it for a while, and suddenly two wine arrows flew out of the wine jar, and flew into two large bowls on the table. After the two wine arrows reached the wine bowl, they stopped instantly and did not splash out at all. What's more rare is that after the wine arrows stopped, the wine in the bowl was exactly the same as the mouth of the bowl.

"Good internal strength!"

When the middle-aged man saw Yang Yi showing such shocking skills, he was shocked and said, "Brother, he has good skills!"

If a stream of wine flew out of the wine jar, even if the middle-aged man on the opposite side was surprised, he would not lose his composure. However, two streams of wine arrows flew out from the mouth of the jar at the same time, it would be like the internal force being divided into two at the same time when it took action, which would be a bit incredible.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Where are you capable of? Drink, drink!"

The middle-aged man's face flashed with shock, and then he returned to his calmness. He raised his wine bowl and smiled and said, "Okay, drink!"

The two of them didn't say much at this moment. The wine was dry until the bowl was dry, and in an instant, a jar of wine had been drunk.

Yang Yi was about to call for wine, but there was a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a long gown on the other table that had been watching for a long time. At this time, he shouted: "Two guys, how about adding me?"

Before the two of them could return, he was already walking and sitting next to the table, smiling and said, "You two are so good at drinking, so you are so excited to watch. Can you add me?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "We are both people who have fallen into the world, so why do we have to know each other when we meet each other? Since we meet each other, it is fate. Please sit down, brother!"

This middle-aged Confucian scholar looked like he was about fifty years old. He wore a blue Confucian scholar scarf and his eyes were slightly narrowed. It seemed that he had studied too much, which damaged his eyesight.

This person was carrying a wine gourd with him. When he walked over, there was a slight sound in the wine gourd. I think there was still a lot of wine inside.

The Confucian scholar sat in front of the two and smiled and said, "Brothers have loved drinking as much as their lives. I can't stand it when I see them drinking so hard. If there is any rudeness, don't blame me, don't blame me!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Since everyone loves wine, that's a drinker. Since you are a drinker, how can you be rude and rude? Since you are here, let's drink together!"

At this time, the bartender brought another jar of wine and placed it by the table and was about to leave. Yang Yi smiled and said, "How is one jar enough? Bartender, please move a few more jars!"

Seeing that he was like this, the bartender moved a few more jars.

Yang Yi smiled at the middle-aged man and Confucian scholar and said, "How can you enjoy drinking with a bowl? You can drink with a jar before you can enjoy it!" He picked up a jar, slapped the mud seal, and said to the two: "Please!"

The wine jar is small and big, and the wine it contains is probably not twenty kilograms. At this moment, he lifted it in the air. A clear and bright line of wine poured out from the jar and poured it into his mouth. It was not until most of the jar of wine that Yang Yi put down the jar and smiled and said, "Happy! I haven't drunk it so happily for a long time!"

When the middle-aged man saw that he had finished drinking half a jar of wine, his face was not changed at all, except for the slight bulge of his chest and abdomen. He was surprised and admired him.

He followed suit and picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth. He drank half of the jar before he put it down.

The Confucian scholar on the opposite side saw the two of them drinking in this way, and couldn't help but tighten his face and laughed: "Okay, this way of drinking is interesting, brothers, too!" He was not willing to be outdone, and he also raised the wine jar and opened his mouth to drink.

Seeing that the two of them were like this, Yang Yi shouted happily, raised the wine jar and touched the jar and drank it hard, and at the same time he did not forget to sell dishes for them.

The three of them scrambled to the crowd of drinks, the owner of the restaurant, and the chef and bartender who cooked came to watch.

After drinking three jars of strong wine, the middle-aged Confucian scholar couldn't hold on and said with his tongue: "Two, Gong Yeqian is not convinced by drinking. Today I have been convinced by both of you! Brothers really can't drink anymore, so what should we stop first?"

Only then did Yang Yi realize that the old Confucian scholar was named Gongyeqian, and his name sounded familiar. Hearing that he was defeated, Yang Yi did not force himself and said to him, "Brother Gongye, please let me do it myself, and I will talk about it after I finish drinking this jar!"

The big man next to him also smiled and said, "Just drinking until he is excited, you can't just stop like this!"

Yang Yi and the man looked at each other and laughed. The two picked up the wine jar and touched each other. In an instant, another jar of strong wine was eaten.

Even if the wine is good in a small town restaurant, it has its limits. It is always spicy but not enough to taste, and it can be intoxicating.

Yang Yi and the middle-aged man have now drunk four jars of strong wine. At this time, the alcoholism is so good that he is even more heroic. Although Gong Yeqian drinks less, he has a small alcohol tolerance. Like the two of them, they are a little drunk. The three of them eat and talk without any restraint.

During the meal, he talked about martial arts masters in the world. Gong Ye Qian said, "If you talk about the world's kung fu, you will naturally recommend Shaolin. Shaolin is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism in the world and the origin of martial arts. After a thousand years of building temples, many masters emerged. The world's largest sect is Shaolin."

Yang Yi laughed and said, "It's a pity that I have important things these days, otherwise I would have to go to Shaolin to see the old monk who swept the floor and see how powerful he is."

Gongye Qian said in a daze: "The old monk who swept the floor? What old monk who swept the floor?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I can't explain this matter clearly, I will know it in the future."

Gong Yeqian said again: "The largest sect is Shaolin, so the largest sect is considered the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect recently produced a powerful figure named Qiao Feng, who has managed the Beggars' Sect to prosper. This person not only has a skill in managing the gang, but also has extremely skilled kung fu. Among the young masters, the only one who can be as famous as him is the Murong Master of the Murong family in Yanziwu, Jiangnan."

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged man and saw that he only smiled when he heard Gong Yeqian's words, and there was no expression other than that.

He only heard Gongye’s main road: “Mr. Murong, Jiangnan, is proficient in all kinds of kung fu, knows everything, and is skilled in everything. He is a master of his generation. Although he is proud of his kung fu, he feels that he can rank first in Jiangnan by relying solely on his palm power, he can only be at the bottom of his head and be willing to give him a disadvantage!”

Yang Yi laughed and said, "Mastering with hundreds of kung fu? What a big tone! If you can practice a kind of kung fu to the top, there will naturally be few resistance in the world. Why do you have to be proficient in hundreds of kung fu? It is not a bad thing to have broad knowledge, but if you lose it, it is a bit of a big choice for the small ones, and you don't know the key point."

Gongyegan's temporary words are concluded.

The middle-aged man next to him was curious about Gong Yegan's other words. He looked at Gong Yegan, "Brother Gong Ye is from Jiangnan?"

Gongye Road: "I am a person from Jiangnan."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You said your palm power can rank first in Jiangnan?"

Gongye smiled dryly and said, "I must never dare to rank first, there is Mr. Murong above. But he can still be the second best palm power south of the Yangtze River."

The middle-aged man was competitive and smiled and said, "Good guy!"

He put down the wine jar and said to Gongye Gan: "Brother, then how about you pick me up three palms?"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!