Chapter 233 It’s weird to say that he won’t be beaten to death

"Master Huang, do you know that my hometown is in Biandou?"

Seeing Huang Feihong staring at him with no intention of giving up, Zhou Xiaoxing shook the tea cup again and asked casually.

"I don't know, I remember it was mentioned in "Two or Three Things about Jinke Zhuangyuan" that you and the Imperial Envoy Minister Bao Longxing are old acquaintances, and they should be in Guangzhou."

Bao Longxing and Qi Qin's case was overturned in Guangzhou. In "Two or Three Things About the No. 1 Scholar in Jinke", it was not mentioned whether Zhou Xiaoxing came from Biandou. Regarding Bao Longxing, it was only mentioned that he was a ninth-rank official in a town in Guangdong and nothing else.

Mentioned, Huang Feihong thought about it and answered confidently.

I still don’t know that Zhou Xiaoxing is coming from the side, forget it, let’s not go around the bush, the matter of Ghost King Da has been solved, and there is still the matter of tomorrow’s competition with Lei Yixiao.

"Thank you Master Huang. My hometown is not in Guangzhou or Guangdong. You don't have to think about it. Unexpectedly, with this prescription, my friend knows how to do it. He has been cured for a long time. He knows his own problems. He is too sick.

People who are patient will be more or less sensitive."

Worried that Huang Feihong would continue to persist, Zhou Xiaoxing directly blamed Gui Wangda. It wasn't that he didn't let you see the patient, it was because the patient had a bad temper.

"In that case, forget it."

Without further words, Huang Feihong turned around and left. His body had almost recovered, and it was time to prepare the props he would use to deal with Lei Yixiao tomorrow, a big iron rooster uniform.

"Hey, Master Huang, what are you doing?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Huang Feihong and was about to walk into the yard, and stretched out his hand to stop him.

The last time he gave him a few prescriptions, Huang Feihong called him Foshan Wuyingjiao. This time, there was no reason why he didn't say anything.

He made a fist with his right hand and rubbed it back and forth in his palm. His eyes kept hinting to Huang Feihong that a great martial arts master of his generation could not accept favors from others in vain.

How could this look exactly the same as when he was taught the Foshan Shadowless Kicks before? This time, it was even more obvious that he was begging for martial arts.

Squeeze his mouth to the middle, and teach him a trick so that he can see the world clearly again, hear the various sounds in the world, and regain the ability to express himself.

"Thank you, Master Huang."

After following Huang Feihong out, Zhou Xiaoxing took a look at the system mall and was overjoyed. In less than an hour, a lot of new prescriptions were available, but they were still the ones he couldn't understand.

It doesn't matter, as long as you have money. I glanced at the prices, ranging from 5 million Hong Kong dollars to 20 million Hong Kong dollars. It's really not expensive. I scanned around and bought the five most expensive ones.

As soon as he closed his palms, Zhou Xiaoxing felt the softness of the paper. When he and Huang Feihong were sitting on the bamboo chairs at the door, he handed it over with a smile without waiting for the latter to speak.

I knew he still had it.

Pretending not to care, he took it and scanned it. The stars in his eyes appeared again. Seeing that Zhou Xiaoxing had been looking at him, he closed his eyes, suppressed the joy in his heart, and opened his eyes again, with a calm expression.

"Well, I'm not teaching you for these medicines, I'm just teaching you because your bones are amazing and you are born with the materials for martial arts..."

Got it.

Zhou Xiaoxing quietly opened the system and spent another 100 million Hong Kong dollars to buy five prescriptions.

Uh...

Also? Huang Feihong looked at Zhou Xiaoxing in disbelief, what's going on, five more pictures?

"Xiaoxing, I'm so sorry..."

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxing put his hand into his arms again, Huang Feihong put away the prescription in his hand and turned his back.

These prescriptions have been enough for him to study for several years. He has always been down-to-earth, one step at a time, no pain, no gain, so he can no longer take any more prescriptions.

Quickly teach him a secret skill and send him away.

As for Baa's special skill, ordinary martial arts, he was not worried that Zhou Xiaoxing would not like it, but he was worried that such a good physical condition would be wasted. He had already taught him the special skill Foshan Shadowless Kick, and Huang Feihong was in trouble.

At this moment, he remembered something. People in the martial arts world told him that he was a master of both fists and kicks. His kicks were Foshan Wuying Kicks and his fists were drunken fists.

Yes, teach him Drunken Boxing.

Looking back happily, he saw Zhou Xiaoxing drinking wine. The first thing he wanted to do was not to continue the prescription, but to get the wine bottle.

Did he know that I was going to teach him Drunken Boxing, so he drank in advance to get drunk first?

But his drunken style does not rely on alcohol. To be precise, it does not require drinking. This drunkenness refers to the softness and coordination of the body and has nothing to do with drunkenness.

Speaking of which, Huang Feihong still remembers clearly how he learned Drunken Boxing.

It's a mistake.

During the junior period, Huang Feihong means that when he was even junior than he is now, he learned martial arts very quickly, just like Zhou Xiaoxing now. One disadvantage of this is that it is easy to become inflated. He likes to compete with others and enjoy the feeling of victory after winning.

I don’t know what failure means.

Young and energetic, he will eventually be educated. Once, Huang Feihong competed with someone. The opponent was a middle-aged man with excellent martial arts skills and a stable mentality. In less than twenty moves, Huang Feihong was unable to fight back.

It was his first time to lose, so naturally he couldn’t just count on it. When he asked this middle-aged man what boxing technique he used, the answer was drunken boxing.

What is drunken boxing, how to practice it?

The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and disappeared.

There is such a powerful boxing technique in the world. He defeated Huang Feihong, how could he not learn it?

Drunken boxing naturally requires getting drunk. From then on, Huang Feihong drank every day and never let himself have a sober moment. He practiced boxing every day and wandered around. More than half a month passed, thinking that he had accomplished something.

Compete with others when you go out on the street.

Declined.

This much at one time, it’s okay.

Decline again.

No three times, don’t be afraid.

The competition failed again and again.

I’m scared, I’m really scared.

Explain that the middle-aged man can punch freely, but he can't.

I returned home, closed the door, and didn't turn on the lights. I thought about it all day and night, and the dark circles under my eyes came out. The next day, I opened the door, washed up, and continued practicing.

He understood that Drunken Boxing is about a kind of intention, a style of fighting that uses softness to overcome strength. The body shakes uncontrollably, hands make empty fists, and moves in sync with the footsteps, in order to prevent the opponent from knowing what moves you are going to make.

On the surface, there are no rules and regulations, but in fact, there is a move in the heart and no move in the hand. The opponent's outward move is used against the opponent's outward move, and the move in the heart is used against the opponent's lack of move in the heart. Such a fight.

This method puts great psychological pressure on the opponent and quickly reveals its flaws.

Once a flaw is revealed, it will be difficult to win again.

After thinking about this clearly, and with his father's guidance, his Drunken Fist soon became as synonymous with his unique skills as Foshan Wuying Kick.

Sometimes, Huang Feihong thought about changing the name of his boxing technique to "Drunken Boxing" without drinking alcohol, but his father stopped him.

"The interpretation of the word "Zui" in "Drunken Boxing" depends on how martial arts students understand it. Some people think that they need to drink alcohol in order to exert the maximum power of the boxing technique, and that's up to them; some people think that there is no need to drink so much wine, and they only need to be drunk when they are not.

It's up to him to stop when he's drunk and let his body perform freely; some people think that as long as he drinks, no matter how much, he can display several times the power of his usual martial arts, that's up to him."

"Feihong, as long as you remember that learning martial arts is not to solve problems with fists, but to strengthen your body, that's enough. Why care about the name of the boxing technique."

These two passages were told by Huang Qiying to Huang Feihong. He always remembered that whenever someone asked him to explain his drunken fist without drinking, these words would come to his mind. But he would not explain it, he would just smile.

People who understand will understand naturally, and people who don’t understand don’t need to explain.

Slowly returning to reality from this memory, he saw Zhou Xiaoxing's index finger pointing gently at his temple. The bottle of wine in the former's hand had already been placed on the ground. Seeing Zhou Xiaoxing slowly opening his eyes, Huang Feihong instinctively moved his head back.

, until it left Zhou Xiaoxing’s fingers.

What is he doing?

He didn't ask, his eyes gave him away.

Zhou Xiaoxing, as if doing something as natural as eating and sleeping, slowly took back his hand. He was not stupid and would not say directly: Master Huang, it's okay, I was just watching what you were thinking.

It’s strange that you won’t be beaten to death.

Although his clairvoyance can know the thoughts of others without the help of any external medium, this is a good thing, but the bad thing is that the information he receives is too much and too complicated, which sometimes affects his judgment.

If you want to know exactly what you want to know, you can use the head-first method and press the temple of the target person with the most sensitive index finger among the five fingers. In this way, you can get the information accurately with the help of clairvoyance. This is called

Narrow focus of information.

When his boss was still a gambling sage, he told him that he didn't have special powers at that time and didn't care much about it. During this period, his clairvoyance received too much information. Although it didn't interfere with his decision-making, he had spent time.

When I was thinking about how to solve this problem, I happened to think of what the boss said, and saw Huang Feihong wandering around in the world, so I gave it a try.

As this was the first time he tried this, Zhou Xiaoxing nodded with satisfaction. He understood everything about Drunken Master in Huang Feihong's mind. Not only that, he also felt the true feelings shown by the latter throughout the whole process.

How should I put it? It’s like the virtual reality technology of the previous life, which completely simulated the scenes in Huang Feihong’s mind; it’s also like the 3D glasses worn when watching movies, which are not too real.

"Uh, Master Huang, what do you think? Is it because the prescription I gave you is a little short? If it's not enough, I'll..."

Before Huang Feihong could speak, Zhou Xiaoxing pretended to be dumbfounded, as if he had done nothing but just took a sip of wine next to him while Huang Feihong collected a few prescriptions.

Obviously...

When Zhou Xiaoxing saw Zhou Xiaoxing, he was about to grasp it into a fist and hand it over. Huang Feihong pushed his hand, suppressed what just happened, and smiled lightly.

"Don't do it. You have already learned the Foshan Shadowless Knuckle, so I will teach you another secret skill..."

Before he finished speaking this time, Zhou Xiaoxing stood up, walked to the open space in the middle of the yard, stepped away, stretched out his hands, made fists, and leaned back slowly...
To be continued...