"According to Master's description of Drunken Fist." Zhou Ming pointed to the bottom few lines: "I am absolutely sure that the tricks you used after drinking were Drunken Fist!"
"Ah..." Zhang Yujie seemed to be struck by lightning and couldn't even speak.
Zhou Ming read intermittently, and Zhang Yujie also listened intermittently. The two brothers, under the moonlight, mesmerizedly studied this long-lost peerless martial arts.
"Leaning forward and back, leaning left and right, stumbling, stumbling, there are no rules at all..."[
"The states of drunken fist can be divided into the following categories: pouring wine, first drink, slightly drunk, crazy drunk, dead drunk and sober up..."
"The body is drunk but the mind is not drunk, and the step is drunk but the heart is not drunk!"
Zhang Yujie also said: "The body is drunk but the mind is not drunk, and the step is drunk but the heart is not drunk!"
"That's right." Zhou Ming nodded, looked at the writing on it and said, "If you can achieve the state of 'not drunk when you are physically drunk, and not drunk when walking,' it means that you have achieved success in 'Drunken Boxing'!"
"I can't do it yet." Zhang Yujie wiped his hands and blamed himself: "I can't do it yet!"
"You can definitely do it." Zhou Ming patted Zhang Yujie on the shoulder and said, "You haven't done it yet, but you can already tie me. If you can do it, wouldn't it be..."
Zhang Yujie's eyes shined: "Yes, yes! When I master the Drunken Fist, you and I will definitely be able to kill Honglian!"
Both of them were so excited that they danced and sighed in the moonlight, next to the grave and the corpse. If Zhang Yujie had not dreamed of Qingyunzi, and if Zhou Ming had not stumbled over the coffin... Aren't there many things in this world that happen in secret?
Did you just make your own arrangements?
The two of them remembered the essence of Drunken Boxing in their hearts, covered the coffin with soil, kowtowed before leaving.
Back at the thatched house, Zhang Yujie couldn't wait to go have a drink. Zhou Ming stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."
"What?" Zhang Yujie stopped his hand and asked strangely.
"I want to know, if you want to practice Drunken Boxing, is it useful to only drink the wine from this well, or is it useful to drink other types of wine?"
"I don't know." Zhang Yujie said honestly.
"It's best to study it carefully. It's not convenient to transport the wine in this well, and it will be finished sooner or later." Zhou Ming paced back and forth for a few steps, and then said: "And we have been staying in the mountains for a long time. I'm worried about the red wine."
Lian has lost his patience. Let’s leave here first and let Bai Wen go.”