Martial Arts Gods: At the beginning, wear Narita Boguang

Chapter 205 Since I Love Drinking So Much, Let You Drink Enough

Murong Fu left Shaolin Temple, returned to the small town inn at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, took Liang Ningning with him, and drove the carriage towards Yanziwu.

On the way, all kinds of news about the great battle that took place in Shaolin Temple began to sweep across the entire rivers and lakes like a gust of wind.

When they were resting in the inn or teahouse, Liang Ningning couldn't help asking Murong Fu when he heard the comments of those quacks:
"Young master, your martial arts are so high? Even the abbot of Shaolin and the leader of the beggar gang are not your opponents?"

Liang Ningning was not originally from the Jianghu, but since following Murong Fu, she has learned some common sense in the Jianghu these days.

Know that Shaolin is the largest sect in the world, and the Beggars' Gang is the largest sect in the world.

So it was a surprise.

In her opinion, although the young master she recognizes now seems to have excellent martial arts skills, he should not be better than the head of the world's great sect no matter what!

Facing Liang Ningning's question, Murong Fu just curled his lips and replied:
"It's not bad. The way of martial arts depends entirely on savvy and hard work. With enough savvy, martial arts can advance by leaps and bounds without hard work. It just so happens that I am this kind of person."

(System: Murong Fu, where's your face? If it weren't for me, your martial arts would be scum, right?)

"I see."

Liang Ningning couldn't help but glanced at him with admiration.

Some emotions in my heart: the man in front of me is handsome and omnipotent, he is simply the perfect husband!
It's a pity that my family is ruined now, and I'm just a lowly maid, destined to have no role!
Although Murong Fu agreed with Liang Ningning to let her do things for him at the beginning, and did not sign any contract of sale, Liang Ningning still took the initiative to put herself in the position of a maid.

Regarding her being so self-conscious, after Murong Fu corrected her several times to no avail, he let her go.

……

Murong Fu was lazy by nature, and there was nothing urgent to do right now, so Murong Fu drove the carriage and only walked thirty or forty miles a day.

It took nearly a month and a half before the two of them walked from Shaoshi Mountain to Wuxi City.

As soon as I arrived in Wuxi City, I saw that there were still people coming and going in Wuxi City as in the past, and it was extremely prosperous.

Recalling the scene of fighting wine with Qiao Feng in Songhe Tower, Murong Fu said to Liang Ningning:

"Miss Liang, I'll take you to Songhe Tower to taste our Jiangnan specialties."

Liang Ningning grew up in Bianliang since she was a child, and she has never heard of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Now she heard Murong Fu's invitation and nodded immediately:

"Thank you, my lord."

The two drove the carriage into Wuxi City, and just arrived at the Songhe Tower, but they heard a commotion from upstairs.

"My lord, it seems that someone is causing trouble?"

Liang Ningning only heard the sound of booing and applause, but Murong Fu used his profound internal strength to hear clearly what happened upstairs.

Upstairs, someone is fighting for wine!

He immediately said to Liang Ningning:

"It's okay, come with me."

Immediately took the lead and went upstairs.

"Ta Tata..."

Murong Fu led Liang Ningning up the Songhe Tower, and saw a huge wine jar on a table upstairs, weighing about twenty or thirty catties.

Two people on the table are drinking each other, each with a large bowl, drinking the mellow sorghum wine like plain water.

One is a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, quite a bit of pride.

And the other one is a squint-eyed man dressed as an iron-blue Confucian scholar.

Surrounding them was a circle of idlers watching the excitement, it seemed that the handicap was opened, so every time they drank a bowl of wine, there were people applauding.

All of a sudden, the noise was incomparable.

He even attracted the Xiao Er in Songhe Tower, but he didn't see Murong Fu leading anyone up.

When Murong Fu saw the person fighting wine, his complexion immediately sank, and he thought: Why is this guy so unreliable, let him go to work, but ended up drinking with people here!
That's right, the man in iron blue Confucian dress in front of him is not Murong Fu's second general, but who is Gongyegan who is known as the second master of Jiangnan?

Murong Fu had already beaten him before, telling him not to drink and cause trouble, but he didn't expect to meet him in Songhe Tower today, this guy was drinking again.

It really made him angry!

He immediately stepped forward and said with a cold snort:

"Second brother Gongye, you've had a good drink!"

Gong Yeqian was holding a bowl of wine and drinking like intoxicated, unexpectedly Murong Fu appeared suddenly, his squinted eyes widened a little with fright, but he was still reluctant to put down the bowl.

He just stood up with a bang, looked at Murong Fu with pleading eyes, and gulped down the big bowl of wine.

Then, smelling of alcohol, he saluted Murong Fu and explained:

"My lord, this subordinate came to inspect the bodyguard bureau today, and I happened to be thirsty, so I came to Songhe Tower for a drink or two."

"Hmph, two drinks, I'm afraid you have had more than two drinks?"

What annoys Murong Fu the most is that some people don't take his words to heart, especially when he beat Gongyegan so solemnly.

Unexpectedly, this guy was still so muddy that he couldn't support the wall, the fire in his heart burst out suddenly.

If it wasn't for the public, he wished he could kick this Gongye away.

Hearing Murong Fu's question, how could Gong Yegan not know that Murong Fu was angry?

Immediately, he secretly groaned inwardly, thinking of some reason to prevaricate, the young man opposite him who was drinking with him suddenly quit.

Tap the table and ask:
"What do you want to do? Are you trying to cheat?"

As soon as he said this, the melon-eaters in the Songhe Tower who had opened their bets also talked a lot, and some people also pointed out:
"I didn't expect this guy to drink too much before, but now he's looking for someone to mess with him, and he's ready to play tricks. How shameless!"

"That's right, that's right, I bet on him to win, I didn't expect such a rascal."

"Return the money, you must return the money, this bet doesn't count."

……

Hearing the words of these spectators, Gongye Gan blushed with shame.

I wish I could take a direct shot and knock all these people out with a single slap.

He is fair and honest, how has he ever been insulted like this?
He couldn't help complaining to Murong Fu: Isn't it just a drink?What's the big deal?Is there anything that I can't talk about after drinking with this kid?
……

Murong Fu didn't know what Gongyegan was thinking.

Hearing the young man's words, he couldn't help but wonder:

"Laughing? What are you playing?"

"Huh, this guy said my palm technique is a three-legged cat Kungfu. So we bet on drinking, if I lose, it's fine, if I win, he has to teach me a few clever palm techniques. I think you are posing now I knew I was going to lose, so I played tricks on purpose!"

The young man was obviously a man of little fortune, and he opened his mouth to reveal the bet he had made with Gongye.

Whoops, this kid is still a man of the rivers and lakes?
Murong Fu felt it carefully, but he didn't feel the inner strength of this young man.

But seeing that his hands were rough, he immediately understood that this kid might be a foreigner's kung fu like iron sand palms.

No wonder Gongye Qian said that his palm technique is a three-legged cat kung fu.

Without the support of internal martial arts, no matter how hard the iron sand palm is practiced, it is impossible to practice it at the level of iron palm floating Qiu Qianren on the water.

(Qiu Qianren: Thank you, but if there is an afterlife, please don’t beat me to death before saying this.)
"Boy, what is your name? Do you want to learn martial arts?"

Murong Fu was at a time when he was short of talents, seeing that this kid had a bit of arrogance and a heart for martial arts, so he wanted to take him under his sect and teach him some second- and third-rate martial arts at will, it's not a big deal.

"My name is Fang Shisan! Of course I want to learn martial arts. My master said that I have outstanding talents. As long as I can meet a famous teacher to teach me, I will definitely become a master."

The young man was so upright that he declared his name.

Fang Thirteen?
The name of such an unknown person?
It doesn't look like a powerful person, and it seems like delusional thinking to pick up a future boss.

(Zhu Chongba: I feel offended.)
"I don't know if you will become a great weapon, but if you can do one thing, I will accept you as a registered disciple, how about passing on your superb martial arts?"

Murong Fu thought in his heart: I am really short of people, don't care what you are, as long as you have some potential, I will accept you.I don't want to pick any more, as long as it is more reliable than Gongye, it will be considered a success.

(Gong Yeqian: My lord, do I have such a stretched hip? Didn’t I just drink some wine? You don’t understand such a good thing as wine!!)
"Hmph, you look a few years older than me, what can you do? Dare to be my master?"

When Fang Shisan heard Murong Fu boasting nonsense, he immediately replied with disdain.

Those onlookers obviously agreed with Fang Shisan's words, and made up the knife in a low voice:

"That's right, seeing how young he is, how capable he is in martial arts, he dares to be a master! What a yawning toad—what a big tone."

"Look at the beautiful maid he brings, she is really stunning!"

"Hmph, the one who brings a beautiful maid with him when he goes out must be a dude. I don't think he is as good as this Mr. Qingpao."

……

Murong Fu ignored the comments of these melon-eaters, and casually pointed out that a round hole appeared out of nowhere in the big wine jar on the table in front of Fang Shisan, and fragrant spirits flowed out immediately.

Gongye was so distressed that he hurriedly took the wine bowl in front of him to catch it.

Seeing Murong Fu showing his hand, Fang Shisan and the onlookers were all stunned.

His face was dull, as if he had seen a ghost.

Fang Shisan asked tremblingly:
"You... how did you do it? Why didn't you touch the wine jar, but there was a hole in the wine jar? Could it be a spell?"

Obviously, Fang Shisan's words spoke out the aspirations of the onlookers.

At this moment, they all stared at Murong Fu with burning eyes, waiting for him to reveal the mystery.

Liang Ningning, who was behind Murong Fu, saw the expressions of these people, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride——

Young master is so powerful!

It is my honor to be his maid!
She had seen Murong Fu's miraculous martial arts before, and at this moment, seeing these people's stunned faces, she couldn't help feeling a kind of joy that only she knew the secret.

Facing Fang Shisan's question, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said:
"It's not some kind of spell, it's nothing more than superb martial arts. How about it? Am I qualified to be your master?"

"Yes, that's great! Master..."

Fang Shisan was full of excitement, rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly at him, and was about to kneel and kowtow immediately.

Like a licking dog wagging its tail.

Murong Fu hastily stopped him.

"Wait a minute, it's not that easy for you to ask me to be your teacher! As I said just now, you have to be able to do one thing before I will accept you as a registered disciple."

"Master, please tell me, don't say one thing, even a hundred things, I am willing."

This Fang Shisan is a young boy from the countryside. He learned some iron sand palm skills from the village blacksmith since he was a child. He is talented and smart, and in just a few years he has practiced iron sand palms to the point where the blacksmith dared not resist.

That's why the blacksmith lamented his extraordinary talent, and asked him to come out and travel the rivers and lakes to see if he could find a brilliant martial arts inheritance, so as not to waste this talent.

That's why he came to the outside of Wuxi.

Unexpectedly, when he was practicing iron sand palm in the woods as usual, he was ridiculed by a Confucian scholar that it was a three-legged cat's martial arts, and it would be useless to practice it for another 30 years.

That's why there was this scene of fighting wine in Songhe Tower.

At this moment, how could he not be ecstatic when he saw that the young master who was proficient in martial arts wanted to accept him as his apprentice?
He has also heard people say that many masters in the world have to test the temperament and aptitude of the apprentice before accepting apprentices, but he believes that he is talented and patient, and he is not afraid of any test.

That's why he patted his chest and asked Murong Fu to open the conditions at will.

"Okay! Can't you drink? I bought all the wine in the Songhe Tower. You can drink all the wine for me. When you finish drinking, when will you come to me to learn from you. How about it? "

Murong Fu smiled authentically, but the content of his words made Fang Shisan's face change drastically.

How much wine is there in Songhe Tower, the largest restaurant in Wuxi City?

Not to mention too much, at least a few hundred catties, maybe even thousands of catties.

How long will it take to drink all this wine?

And once I spend too much time, can I still succeed in apprenticeship?
And if you want to drink it in just a few days, can you do it yourself?
……

Hearing Murong Fu's words, the surrounding onlookers burst into uproar:

"Drinking all the wine in Songhe Tower, isn't it killing people?"

"Yes, yes! Who doesn't know that the hundred-year-old Songhe Tower probably contains tens of thousands of catties of wine in the underground wine cellar!"

"I see that your son just doesn't want to let his unique skills spread, so as not to teach his apprentices and starve the master to death."

"Who says it's not! Aren't all the martial arts gyms in the city like this, even if you pay money, they won't let you learn real skills."

"Oh, I see that, just now, the son made a hole in the wine jar, it's a sham, fake! That's why he didn't dare to accept apprentices!"

……

The shop assistants in the Songhe Tower also asked tremblingly:
"Guest officer, do you really want to buy all our wine?"

"Yes, how much wine do you have?"

At this time, the shopkeeper of Songhe Tower also stood up. There was such a lively event in the building, how could he sit still!
Hastily said:
"Two...two...thousand catties!"

"Okay, I bought them all! That should be enough."

Murong Fu took out a bank note from his bosom, handed it away, the bank note flew straight to the shopkeeper, hovered in mid-air, until the shopkeeper stretched out his hand to take it.

When the shopkeeper saw the word "500 taels" written on the bank note, he was overjoyed and said repeatedly:

"Enough is enough!"

……

Fang Shisan's eyes lit up three points after seeing his miraculous way of delivering the banknote.

Fang Shisan understood that now might be a great opportunity for him to stand out, and if he didn't seize it, he might never encounter such an opportunity again.

So he gritted his teeth and immediately shouted:
"I drink this wine!"

Seeing this young man's desperate appearance, Liang Ningning seemed to think of his eight-year-old brother.

At that time, facing the crisis of his whole family being ransacked and beheaded, he also resolutely took the poison prepared by himself and his father, and died in the end.

Thinking of this, Liang Ningning couldn't help feeling sour, and quickly pulled Murong Fu's lapel behind her back, whispering:

"My lord, why don't you just buy two hundred catties, two thousand catties, you'll drink him to death."

Gongye couldn't bear the heart of his drinking buddy to die of drunkenness, so he also chimed in:
"My lord, if you don't want to accept an apprentice, just ask your subordinates to accept him."

What Liang Ningning said was fine, Murong Fu just ignored it when he heard it, but what Gongye said immediately filled Murong Fu's heart.

He complained frantically in his heart: Do you have eyesight?Which eye can see that I don't want to accept disciples anymore?

If it weren't for you being a waste who always makes mistakes with drinking, can I find more people to replace you with painstaking efforts?

Feeling angry, Murong Fu immediately said:

"Since Second Brother Gongye is reluctant to drink him to death, then you can go with him. When you finish drinking the two thousand catties of wine, come back to see me."

After speaking, he turned his head and said to Liang Ningning: "Miss Liang, let's go!"

Seeing Murong Fu leave, Fang Shisan became a little anxious, and quickly shouted behind his back:
"Hey, you don't count your words, do you? Where can I find you after I finish drinking?"

But at this moment, he could no longer see Murong Fu's figure, only heard a sentence -

"Hmph, I, Gusu Murong Fu, keep my word! Everyone knows it!"

(End of this chapter)