Hidden on a mountain covered with trees and about twenty feet high was a village with only twenty or thirty households. From the center of the village there was the sound of breaking wind. It was a group of teenagers who were practicing martial arts.
A big man walked in the middle of the crowd, correcting those who made mistakes in their cultivation from time to time.
At this time, a very fast, thin young man wearing a cloak woven with grass leaves ran in from outside the village. He reported the good news to the big man with a happy face and said: "Master, master, good news, good news."
News, a carriage came down the mountain, and there was only an old servant sitting on the shaft. This is definitely a big fat sheep."
"Practice your martial arts well!" The big man roared. The young men who had stopped practicing martial arts because of this news glared at the young man who came to report the news without concealing it: "It's just a report. What the hell, you shouted, and the whole village was shocked.
Everyone knows."
The big man walked out from among the teenagers practicing martial arts and led the young man to a nearby pavilion.
At this time, the young and middle-aged people who had received the news had already come out of each house and gathered under the pavilion. There was only a slender middle-aged man with a decadent face, holding a wine gourd more than a foot high and belching wine.
, walked over step by step, and when people saw him, they immediately made way consciously.
The decadent middle-aged man walked through the crowd, staggered to the pavilion, and sat down opposite the big man who was looking hesitant to make up his mind. He leaned against the pillar in a comfortable posture, raised the wine gourd, and drank.
Big mouth.
Suddenly, the entire pavilion was filled with the aroma of wine, and many people even stared at the decadent middle-aged man's wine gourd and swallowed several times.
The big man was full of respect for this decadent middle-aged man who was not sitting still and seemed to be drunk but not sober. He straightened his body, bowed his hands in front of him, and then asked solemnly: "Sir, did you hear that?"
Now that this news has arrived, do you think we should vote for it?"
The decadent middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Didn't I say that I only rob merchants? Monkey, is that carriage a merchant?"
The thin young man who reported the news was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, shook his head and replied: "It doesn't look like it."
The decadent middle-aged man looked up at the big man and said, "This is my answer."
If you are not a businessman, you will naturally not be robbed.
But the big man still hesitated: "Sir, before you came up the mountain, we didn't have so many rules. Didn't we just rob for more than a year and it was okay? We naturally know that some people cannot be robbed, but we only rob merchants.
The scope of grabbing is too narrow. Moreover, you asked us to only grab one-third and leave two-thirds for them. We are grabbing so little now that we can hardly open the pot. The babies in the village are growing taller.
If you don’t have enough to eat during the training period, you will become useless if you continue to practice.”
The decadent middle-aged man picked up the wine gourd and took another sip of wine. He smiled and shook his head and said, "This world is very big. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Aren't you afraid of warriors in the carriage?"
Before the big man could answer, a shouting voice came from below the pavilion: "What are you afraid of? We have more than a dozen warriors here, haha..."
The decadent middle-aged man glanced disdainfully at the dozen or so big men under the pavilion who were laughing along with the hecklers. He laughed contemptuously, took another sip of wine, and muttered: "You, too, are worthy of being called warriors."
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The big man coughed twice in embarrassment, and immediately, the laughing people under the pavilion stopped laughing.
"I know, sir, that you have a strong background and look down on those who have practiced for more than ten years but have not become warriors. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, they can indeed be called warriors."
The decadent middle-aged man laughed, burped, nodded, and said: "I didn't know until I came here. It turns out that there are still people who have practiced martial arts for several years but failed to build a foundation and become warriors.
A special name, martial artist, haha... You Jianghu people are really good at playing!"
From the perspective of decadent middle-aged people, these are just a set of tricks used by people in the world to deceive themselves and others.
Although he is clearly not a warrior, he still has to rely on being a warrior.
He also gave himself a nondescript name.
Warrior.
How ridiculous.
After hearing these words, the people below who were making noises immediately glared at the decadent middle-aged man one by one.
I just sensed the looming aura on the other person's body and didn't dare to make any mistakes. I could only suppress the anger in my heart.
When the decadent middle-aged man saw this scene, the contempt in his eyes became even stronger: "Huh, a bunch of reckless people, this is the way of Longwu among the five major schools. It was obviously the second one to be created, but it cannot become the mainstream.
The reason for the rumor in the world is that it is a pity that Longwu Sage spent all his efforts to create the method of visualization, but he can only make a wedding dress for the three major schools behind him. It is sad and lamentable that even a saint can not
How? Haha..."
Laughing loudly, the decadent middle-aged man drank heavily again and soon became drunk and unconscious.
The big man sitting in the pavilion looked helplessly at the drunken and decadent middle-aged man, sighed, and said to the thin young man sitting next to him who reported the news: "Monkey, Mr. Waiter, please go down and rest."
"Yes, the boss." After the monkey helped the decadent middle-aged man leave, the young man who had just taken the lead walked into the pavilion and asked anxiously: "The boss, if you don't make a decision, the carriage will leave.
We are within the scope of Hutou Mountain."
The big man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the young man in the square not far away, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, we will do this vote!"
The big man was also decisive. Now that he had made a decision, he immediately made arrangements vigorously and resolutely.
"Brother Niu, Brother Ma... you go with me, the others stay, be vigilant and protect our families."
"Yes, the boss."
When a group of people arrived at the gate of the cottage, the thin young man who had just sent the decadent middle-aged man away, who was called "Monkey", ran over with an anxious look on his face: "Master, sir, if you don't agree, why are you still going?"
The young man who took the lead just now glared at Monkey with dissatisfaction and asked with dissatisfaction: "Monkey, are you from the village? Or are you the drunkard?"
"I, of course I am the master! Master, if you want to go, take me with you. I will be at the front." Upon hearing this, the monkey became anxious and hurriedly approached the master to ask for help.
The headmaster glared dissatisfied at the young man who had just taken the lead in making noise, and reprimanded: "Old wolf, don't be rude to your husband."
Then he said to the monkey: "Monkey, Old Wolf just has no moral integrity and no intention. Don't argue with him."
The headmaster looked at the monkey's eagerness to have a fight after 'asking for a fight'. After thinking for a moment, he made a decision: "Since you want to come, then come. It's just right. I can see you follow Mr.
What’s so subtle about this set of steps you learned?”