Back at his residence, Zhang Yujie lit a fire to cook. After the master and apprentice had a meal, Qingyunzi said, "You don't need me to remind you what to do now, right?"
Zhang Yujie reluctantly walked to the ancient well in the yard, brought up a barrel of wine, and drank it without any explanation. In the past three months, except for boxing practice, hunting, and eating time, Zhang Yujie had been under the influence of alcohol.
It's okay. It's just that his drinking capacity has gradually increased. At first, he could stay asleep for three days after drinking a bucket of wine, and then it gradually became two and a half days, two days, and one and a half days. Up to now, it only takes one day.
Time will recover.
Zhang Yujie drank this bucket of wine and did not fall to the ground immediately like before. Instead, he said groggily: "Master, to be honest, I don't know the use of drinking so much wine every day..." His steps were crooked, "Plop"
"Falled in the yard.
Qingyunzi looked at the sleeping Zhang Yujie and sighed: "With your current strength, if you want to catch up with Honglian, you can only win by surprise..." But Zhang Yujie naturally couldn't hear these words.
He slept until the next morning, when Zhang Yujie woke up hazily and saw the rising sun and morning glow everywhere. A carp stood up straight and started boxing again. However, the drunkenness had not passed yet, and his mind was still groggy.
His steps were also heavy, so his performance was not ideal, and many of his moves were inconsistent. He was obviously still doing Dragon Fist, but suddenly he switched to Crane Fist; he was still showing off his strength as a tiger, but suddenly he was clumsy as an elephant.[
However, as he continued to fight, he was sweating all over, and the drunkenness slowly dissipated. Zhang Yujie's set of punches became more and more efficient, and when he finally hit the "Diao Zhixun", he felt refreshed and felt every part of his body.
Comfortable and transparent.
"Master, how are you?" Zhang Yujie turned to Qing Yunzi, who was playing the guqin in the courtyard, and said with a hint of complacency in his tone. The set of punches just now made him feel that he had risen to another level.
"Not bad." Qingyunzi stroked his beard and said, "It's just that your understanding of these animals is still not enough, so you still lack a spirit when fighting."
"What should we do?" Zhang Yujie asked anxiously: "There are only pheasants, hares and the like on Yunshan Mountain. Occasionally, there are a few jackals that come out and they can't touch them."
"Easy, let's go to the zoo." Qingyunzi said, stroking his beard.