The hot wine was poured straight down, and Fang Geyin almost choked out. He kept coughing, wiped it with his hand, and the back of his hand turned bright red: blood. Could it be that the poisonous power of Bairi Shilong Pill has gradually exploded, hurting his lungs and taking his life? What is death? Fang Geyin didn't know. No one has ever died, and no one knows. People who have died don't know, because they don't feel anything anymore. Things in the world are always changing, there are joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, the innocence of children, the high-spiritedness of young people, the lofty arrogance of young people, the fierceness of middle-aged people, the tranquility and sophistication of old people, and the long street. Pedestrians, the sound of the flute in the middle of the night, the sentiment of going to righteousness, the heartbeat of first love, but for a dead person, the world is constantly changing, but he has nothing:

Without feelings, without thoughts, everything in this world will have nothing to do with him, and he will almost lose even irrelevant perception. ︳︱Because he is dead. What does a person do before dying? Striving hard, trying to be strong, not admitting that you are dying? Going crazy, acting recklessly, raping, murdering and kidnapping, denying the meaning of living for the sake of death. No, no! With a sound of soldiers, Fang Geyin's hand clenched, and the wine glass he held tightly broke, shattered, and splashed. His hands had no blood. If he scratched it with luck, based on his current skill, it is reasonable for his palm not to be injured, but now he missed holding the broken wine glass in agitation, but there is no scar on his hand, even Li Geyin was surprised by this:

Has his skill really increased so much? It's cold in winter, but there are many people in small restaurants. A person who chokes on drinking like that, and then squeezes the glass, is somewhat more noticeable. Fortunately, Shaolin Temple is not a small temple that has never seen the world, a monk partner has two skills, and he has never seen any major events, so he is not very surprised. As for him crushing the cup, others thought he was doing it to show off, so they ignored it. There was an old monk with dozens of patches on his body, his whole body was shaking from the cold, his teeth were all rotten, and his bald head had inch-long dirty hair. He was ugly and tired. He was obviously a rough worker in the temple, and he was very old. Yes, I sipped a little rough rice wine, looked at Fang Geyin tremblingly, and murmured: "If you don't know how to drink, come drink too. If others drink, you spit it out."

Fang Geyin said with a wry smile: I'm sorry, Master. He silently put away the wine glass.I sighed sadly in my heart, feeling that I was in this small restaurant.Before it is the most famous temple in the world, don't be so presumptuous. Now pouring wine into a big bowl, no matter how strong or spicy the wine tasted, he drank it in big gulps. The moment he choked the cup, the people in the small restaurant calmed down, and then returned to normal: they started talking. The owner of the restaurant is nearly sixty years old, what has he never seen?In the past few days, I have seen this young man unhappy here, he must have something on his mind, so he ignores it immediately, he is not surprised.

Fang Geyin has never drunk, and the wine is not good: It's so strange, why do so many people like to drink alcohol? Legendary martial arts characters seem to be wine gods and wine gods, but what good is drinking?Martial arts practitioners value self-discipline the most, how can they be self-disciplined when they are drunk? Fang Geyin thought about it, he drank too much wine. He was fifty-six minutes drunk. It's the first time I drink alcohol, and it's a way to relieve my worries, so it's hard not to get drunk. Those who pour out their sorrows are not drunk at all. But when he was seven or eight minutes drunk, he heard something that shouldn't be heard at this moment.

There are several monks behind him, the longest one is no more than middle-aged, and the youngest is no more than ten years old. At the end of the year, it's cold, and it's common to sneak out for a drink.The discipline of Shaolin Temple is strict, but not too much. These few monks were strong and powerful, with piercing eyes, and after drinking three glasses of water and wine, they talked more. One of the monks said: "The girl who came to break into the temple is really ruthless. Oh, I have a big piece here, which was stabbed by her sword." Another youngest monk said: Hey, this woman is amazing, she danced with a sword, she was blurry, and she couldn't even see clearly. Brothers of the golden generation can't beat her.

A pimple-faced monk laughed like popcorn: That woman is so beautiful! Fang Geyin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the scene where Master Tie Jian murdered Sang Xiao'e at the crossing of Luoshui. The oldest monk said: "Amitabha, don't say that." The young monk asked: Brother Tongban, tell me, is that woman's martial arts considered high? The middle-aged monk replied: Sang Shuyun is one of the seven masters in the world, as famous as the abbot. She is the daughter of Sang Shuyun, and her martial arts are naturally not weak. Another scar-faced monk asked again: "Then her martial arts is better than that of our Tie Jian elder brother."

The copper plate monk smiled and said: Brother Tiejian is the number one master of the younger generation in Buddhism, how can the female benefactor be an opponent! When Fang Geyin heard this, his heart was shocked again, and he couldn't help pressing the hilt of his sword. The first monk who spoke said again: "It is reported that Yan Langyu, the son of Yan Cangmang, who ranks first among the young masters of the secular family, has been defeated by the disciples of the Heavenly Feather Sword Song Zixue?" The copper plate monk said: Amitabha. The young monk asked again: What is the name of Song Zixue's apprentice?

The scar-faced monk said: It seems that the surname is Fang. A monk who had no front teeth asked again: "Then the one with the surname Fang is our elder brother?" The pimple-faced monk said proudly: "Actually, what is the number one master of young Taoist disciples? Tiegu Taoist leader: Yan Langyu, the number one master of young disciples of the secular family. Oh, this is all a waste of money. How can it compare to our real senior brother?" ah! Monk Tongban also agreed: Our big brother took down Miss Sang within three moves. After finishing speaking, Fang Geyin slammed his palm on the table, the cups and bowls on the table jumped suddenly, and fell back on the table with a ding, Fang Geyin cursed angrily!If Tie Jian is a real hero, why bother to plot against and bully women!

This time?Everyone in the restaurant fell silent. Apart from the small restaurants, a few miles up the mountain is the Shaolin Temple. For hundreds of years, Shaolin Temple has been the home of martial arts in the world, who dares to be rude to Shaolin! But now Fang Geyin scolded the number one master of Shaolin's younger generation, Master Tiejian, in one sentence. The faces of the seven monks all changed. The young monk jumped up and yelled, "You spitting blood!" Fang Geyin said loudly: I saw it with my own eyes. The pockmarked monk hated his teeth, slapped the table and shouted: "Where are you kid?"

Fang Geyin said proudly: "I am the one surnamed Fang, Fang Geyin was eighty percent drunk, patted his chest and said: I am the number one master of the layman, Fang Geyin." The five mountains are light.light?Heavy!Anyway, Fang Geyin didn't know. He couldn't tell whether it was light or heavy. He only knew that the captured woman was Sang Xiaoe. If she didn't die, she had vowed to take care of her for the rest of her life. Although this oath was made in his heart, it has not been approved by Sang Shuyun. He can't harm her, he wants to save her. Tie Jian is a bad guy. On the Luoshui River, he secretly attacked and injured Sang Xiao'e. He must speak out for Sang Xiaoe. But he didn't know why the small restaurant suddenly fell silent. He didn't know that he was now very famous in the martial arts world: he fought fiercely with swords, defeated Yan Langyu; Fang Geyin didn't even know that his attitude was tantamount to challenging the world's largest martial arts school. For thousands of years, who would dare to be so rude to Shaolin Temple? The scar-faced monk squinted his eyes and said: Are you looking for trouble with Shaolin? Fang Geyin raised her chest: I want you to let Miss Sang go. Monk Mazi smiled strangely: Oh, so you two dogs and men are in the same group. Fang Geyin doesn't like him. The pockmarked eyes and speech are as obscene and frivolous as Yan Langyu; and when the scar-faced monk squints his eyes, he looks like Yan Cangmang. Of course this pockmark is not as handsome as Yan Langyu, and the one with the scarred face is not as handsome as Yan Cangmang, but Fang Geyin, who is drunk, still doesn't like them at all. Only monk Tongban scolded in a low voice: "Pomegranate, don't talk nonsense." It turns out that this pockmark is called pomegranate. Fang Geyin thought it was funny, and laughed loudly: It turns out that pockmarks are called pomegranates, haha Laugh if you want to laugh, this is not only a hero's true qualities, but also a happy enmity for Song Zixue's children. The pockmark yelled loudly, pulled it up suddenly, jumped over the three drops, arrived in front of Fang Geyin, and punched out with a bang.From this punch alone, one can tell that he has at least nine years of experience in Shaolin Divine Fist. Shaolin Shenquan is the most superficial basic boxing method among the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School, but it is very famous in the Jianghu. The reason why the Fujian Goodman Escort Bureau is famous in Fujian is also because the director of the bureau, Huang Wanwan, and the deputy director, Hu Chinba, have practiced Shaolin Shenquan for seven years, and they have rarely encountered opponents in Fujian. This punch was punched like a tiger, but it suddenly disappeared. Because Fang Geyin held his fist in one hand. Then Monk Pomegranate heard the sound of his fist breaking. Fang Geyin also heard the sound of a broken bone. It was because he had been drinking that he dared to hold the fist of Shaolin Shenquan with one hand. He already regretted it when he caught it. He had heard the story of Shaolin Shenquan breaking thirty-six thick bricks with one punch. At first he thought the cracking sound was coming from himself. Only now did he have a rough idea of ​​how powerful his skill was. Monk Pomegranate howled like killing a pig. The scar-faced monk touched his lower lip, quickly pulled out his two knives, and rushed over. Monk Tongban shouted in a low voice: Stone, don't mess around! In fact, he secretly rejoiced: this kid in front of him is too crazy, it's better to let the stone handle it. Shitou's attack is the most vicious. Before he became a monk, he was a very vicious thief in the martial arts. Later, he was subdued by Senior Brother Tie Jian and entered Shaolin. Stone used to have a nickname, it was called: Knife does not keep people. Fang Geyin was drunk. But he didn't want that pomegranate to be unable to use his fist again, so he let go immediately. So the pomegranate retreated sharply, and one hand split open like a pomegranate. Then Fang Geyin saw the light of a knife. The knife is fast, the knife is absolutely. Fang Geyin couldn't see clearly, all he knew was that the opponent's first cut was his own neck. Fang Geyin was already drunk: If you die, you will die. After seventy days, you will die, and now you will die too. Why not die? But he suddenly thought that Sang Xiao'e was going to die, so he had to rescue her before she died! So he had to dodge immediately, it was already too late, the knife had already reached his neck, Fang Geyin panicked, and sent out with a move of burning jade and stone, and then the light of the knife disappeared. The best attack in the world! After the jade and stone were burnt together, the hair came first. The stone monk fell to the ground, vomited out everything he ate three days ago, covered his lower abdomen, and burst into tears and snot. If Fang Geyin stabbed him with the tip of the sword instead of the scabbard, he would have died long ago. Only then did the copper plate monk change his face. He had never seen a stone monk lose to others with one move. Monk Shitou's original name was Fan Liangchuan eight years ago, in the northern Shaanxi area, he rarely met opponents, but now he unexpectedly wounded this young man in front of him with one move. The youngest monk named Shi San said in a panic: Brother Tongban, what should we do? The copper plate monk thought to himself: I eat the food of Shaolin, so naturally I have to support the appearance of Shaolin. In life, some things must be maintained. He entered Buddhism since he was a child, but he still didn’t understand why the four elements are empty, and why the four elements are empty? What is there? The bronze monk sighed, took a step forward, and bowed together: Amitabha. Fang Geyin's drunken eyes were blurred, and he saw an upright and burly monk coming, greeted himself, and said with a smile: "Hello, monk." Monk Tongban saw that the other party was drunk, at first he thought that the other party lost his temper because of drunkenness, but now seeing that he shot so sharply and clearly pretended to be drunk, he immediately raised his vigilance and said calmly: The benefactor came to the land of Shaolin, and he was drinking and hurting others, what did he say? He wanted to continue, but Fang Geyin couldn't stand still, and wanted to fall on him. He had seen Fang Geyin's martial arts, and thought that Fang Geyin was cheating, so he groaned and pushed his palms away! These two palms collided like flames, with a strong force, it was really suffocating, for a while, the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks, together with the strength of the palms, sang together. At this moment, everything suddenly slowed down. Together with the palms, dishes, tables and chairs, and even Master Tongban's moves, they were slowed down by a strange and secretive move. The snail slowly fell, as if falling into an invisible and invisible swamp. The copper plate monk's eyes were as big as copper plates, he still couldn't believe what he saw, let alone his own hands. At this moment, there was no time for everything; when it returned to normal, the palm hit his chest, and the copper plate monk had a sweet mouth and throat, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground wilted. At this time, among the seven monks, three were injured, and the rest were all in a daze. Then the four of them helped up their brothers who were on the ground, turned around and fled. Only the young monk dared to say a word angrily before leaving: Just wait and see! see? What are you looking at? Fang Geyin didn't understand. All he knew was that he was so drunk that he stepped on a hip flask and nearly fell down, when the burly monk shot him Then he immediately fought back: the best slow move in the world. The old cow broke the car.Only now did he realize the power of this move. Lift the weight as if it were light, and use your strength to fight. He felt very satisfied, thinking that when Sang Xiaoe was still trapped in Shaolin, he threw down the silver, staggered, and went to the northern foot of Shaoshi. The old shopkeeper, who was nearly sixty years old, looked at him as if he saw a dead man. Fang Geyin didn't care what other people looked like: he was going to die anyway.