After the waiter had served the wine and meat and put the big bowl on the table, the man slapped the wine jar and saw two streams of clear water falling into the big bowl on the table. When the wine was about to be filled, it flew out of the wine jar. The two streams of clear water suddenly stopped.
At this time, the wine in the bowl is slightly lower than the mouth of the bowl. If you pour a little more, it will overflow.
Jing Zhou said: "Brother, I am so handsome, I am afraid that this skill will surpass that of many people in the world."
The man laughed loudly, picked up the wine and said: "Young hero, I'm very complimentary, but it's just a little trick. I originally wanted to treat young hero to a drink, but in the end I asked young hero to pay for it. I respect you for this drink, please~ "
He raised his head, raised his glass and drank, and after a few "gulps" he drank the whole bowl of wine.
Jingzhou nodded, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, he guessed the identity of this man and said with a smile: "You must be Gongye Gan, who is known as the best palmist in Jiangnan."
The man was stunned for a moment, the shock flashed across his face, and then he laughed and said: "Hahaha, how did the young master know my identity?"
Jingzhou said: "Brother, I just patted the wine jar before, and two arrows of wine flew out and poured into the bowl. What's even more rare is that the wine in this bowl is slightly lower than the mouth of the bowl. One portion is not much, one portion is Quite a few, this skill is obviously not something ordinary people can do."
Gong Yeqian laughed and said: "It makes me laugh, but if you can divide the wine in the jar into two and fill the wine bowl, I'm afraid Gong Yeqian is not the only one in Jiangnan who has achieved internal strength."
Jingzhou nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, although this skill is profound, it is not difficult. However, if you want to be able to be as casual as you like and pour the wine just right, it will stump a lot of people. .”
"Furthermore, my brother's palms are broad and his knuckles are thick. His hands are much larger than those of ordinary people. He is obviously a person who uses two palms frequently. Coupled with his excellent internal strength, he is a good palmer."
Gong Yeqian was secretly surprised and thought: "This young man has such a powerful mind, and he is somewhat similar to the young lady from Wang's uncle's family. Although I am somewhat famous in the Jiangnan area, my identity can be revealed at the first meeting. Not many people can think this way."
After thinking for a moment, Gongye said: "The young hero is aware of the slightest and can guess my identity in a moment. This thought is really admirable."
"In the area of Suzhou and Hangzhou, among those who are good at wine and have good palm skills, and who are dressed as writers, apart from Xiongtai Jiangnan, I can't think of anyone who is the best in palm skills." Jingzhou smiled slightly, but he thought in his heart. Murong Fu's four generals.
These four people are the descendants of the four families who have followed the Murong family since the Wuhu period. In terms of strength, even the fighting enthusiast Feng Bowei, who likes to argue with others, can fight with the elders of the Beggar Clan on a par with each other. , as for Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian, their strength far exceeds that of the elders of the Beggar Clan, who can take on Qiao Feng's three palms.
Even if you look across the entire world, there are only a handful of people who can find this kind of skill.
Gongye Qiandao: "It's just a bad reputation. It's all thanks to friends in the world. Although I think I have some skills and successful palm skills, I also know that this is absolutely inappropriate."
Jingzhou smiled and said, "Why is it wrong? Is there anyone in Jiangnan who can beat me in palm power?"
After Gong Ye finished two large bowls of wine, he slowly said: "When it comes to martial arts forces, the first one is Shaolin. The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin, not to mention the Yi Jin Jing, the treasure of the temple, which has seventy-two unique skills. , any martial art is the best in the world, what do you think, young hero?"
"Yes, Shaolin Temple has been established for thousands of years, and masters have emerged one after another." Jing Zhou nodded and could not deny Gongsun Qian's words.
Not only does Shaolin have many masters, but there are even more masters who have laid down their butcher's knives and become Buddhas immediately in Shaolin Temple for thousands of years.
In this world, it is said that Shaolin is the largest sect in the world, but it is impeccable. Only one person, the sweeping monk, gave Shaolin this title.
Gong Yeqian sighed: "Shaolin not only has many masters, but also has the great array of Arhats. If one hundred and eight Arhats were to set up the array, any expert in the world would die of hatred."
"Shaolin is the largest force, and now it is the turn of the Beggar Clan with tens of thousands of members. I believe that the young hero has also heard of the reputation of Bei Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan. His kung fu has reached an extremely high level. The younger generation Only Mr. Murong from Yanziwu in Suzhou can compare with him."
Jingzhou nodded slightly, then shook his head. These small movements were seen in Gong Yiqian's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask: "Young hero, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you feel that something I said is inappropriate?" ?”
He was wondering in his heart what he said inappropriately. The reputation of Qiao Feng and Master Murong was not given by him alone, but by people in the world.
Jingzhou said: "Brother said that under Shaolin there is a gang of beggars. I think that is extremely inappropriate."
The Beggars Gang seems to be powerful, but it is only supported by Qiao Feng. Without Qiao Feng, the huge Beggars Gang may become a second-rate force. After the Beggars Gang forces Qiao Feng out of the Beggars Gang, who will it be? He can be bullied a few times, and there are quite a few people who sit on the neck of a beggar gang.
Gong Yeqian wondered: "If the Beggar Gang cannot rank second with tens of thousands of people, then what force can rank behind Shaolin?"
Jingzhou smiled mysteriously and said, "Brother will naturally know in a few days. So, your palm skills must be second in Jiangnan, behind Nan Murong?"
These words touched Gongsun Qian's heart. He put the matter of the Beggar Gang behind him, laughed a few times, and said loudly: "Yes, Mr. Murong has learned a lot, and he knows everything about hundreds of schools of kung fu." , is proficient in everything, he is truly a talented person of the generation, his family’s kung fu is passed down from his family, and he uses his method to repay the other’s sound, which has made countless people in the world marvel and admire him to the extreme!”
"Although I am somewhat proud of my palm power, in front of Master Murong, I am far behind. Therefore, I can only be considered second in Jiangnan at best."
While he was talking, Gongsun Qian drank several large bowls of wine, and his face already had a blush.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jingzhou smiled and said nothing. Although Murong Fu was powerful, he was good at swordsmanship and star movement. He was not necessarily proficient in this palm technique. Although he was good at hundreds of arts Kung Fu is just a word "博".
At this moment, it was a pity for him to get rid of several of Murong Fu's subordinates. Whether it was Gong Yeqian in front of him or Bao Dingbu, who said "a stinky fart doesn't make a sound, a loud fart doesn't stink", they were loyal to Murong Fu from the beginning to the end. Unfortunately, what Murong Fu did in the end was really chilling.
"Young hero didn't say anything. Does that mean he doesn't agree?"
At this time, Gongsun Qian was already a little drunk, and he immediately said: "Young hero, why don't you give me a slap in the face? In this land in the south of the Yangtze River, I am still somewhat confident. Although I don't dare to be ranked first, I am sure that I will be ranked second." That’s it.”
He had noticed Jingzhou before and saw that he was handsome and handsome, with an extraordinary demeanor and a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining. It was obvious that he had a high level of martial arts at a young age.
Seeing that the young master didn't seem to agree, Gong Yeqian didn't care. After all, young people are not a bit arrogant. However, no matter how good this young man's skills are, he can't compare with his young master Murong.
Jingzhou said playfully: "Brother, please sit still, my palm is not so easy to receive."
Gong Yeqian didn't take it seriously and said: "Hahaha, even though the young hero can use his palms, I still have this bit of confidence."
As a young man with a good face, Gongye Gan would not take such "harsh words" to heart.
Jing Zhou raised his hand and pushed his palm, and a palm came out slowly.
"There's something wrong with this palm!"
Gong Yeqian's face hardened, and the relaxation he felt before suddenly disappeared.
Jingzhou's palm seemed weak, extremely slow, and there was not even a hint of wind in the palm, but he did not dare to despise it in the slightest. With his many years of experience, he could feel this seemingly useless palm after just one glance. A palm with even the slightest strength brought him a great threat.
Gong Yeqian didn't dare to neglect, his internal energy was flowing, he quickly took a breath, and just about to reach out with his palms to meet him, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty in breathing. He was shocked, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he was completely drunk at the same time. ...