"Don't worry, there are still some. Otherwise, this bowl of lion head would not be enough for everyone to get stuck in their teeth."

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, Chang Xianggu brought out two large bowls of crab noodles from the kitchen, and placed them on the deck in a dazzling array of stir-fried dishes and cold dishes he had brought before. The whole boat sat on the ground, eating and drinking. Anyway, there were no traffic police officers who were checking for drunk driving on the water. They were really drunk, and at worst they could sleep on the boat before leaving.

The Five Gods Brewed by Zhou Yi has long been gone, and the 67-degree Lao Baigan is enough. After the entrance of this thing, it seems like a stream of fire flowing down his throat. Although it is not so fragrant, it is also extremely happy. The boatmen's swordsmanship and eating and drinking are busy, and the loudest one is Chang Xianggu. The skill of practicing martial arts and qi cultivation for many days is reflected at this moment. When he screams casually, he is a flower-like soprano with octaves, which makes people's ears buzz.

"What a beautiful lion head, so handsome kung fu, hahaha..."

Before Chang Xianggu's roaring sound came, a small boat swayed from the stern of the boat. A man with a height of more than 1.8 meters and a yellow face as he stood on the boat. The man's eyes were not too big, but very bright. When he looked at Chang Xianggu five or six meters apart, she felt a sense of indescribable vibration.

"Oh, it's better to come early than to come by. It would be a pity to miss this pure crabmelon lion head."

The man directed the boat to lean towards the cargo ship where Zhou Yi and the others were, paid the ship owner, then jumped suddenly and pulled up to the deck of the cargo ship.

"Drink, what a big strange stone. I'm afraid it's worth hundreds of millions, right? It's such a big deal."

After the man got on the freighter, he first walked around the strange stone twice, muttered and praised it before walking towards Zhou Yi and the others.

Everyone on the boat was shocked and depressed. The height difference between the small boat and the freighter was probably more than two meters. This man actually jumped up. The boatmen all traveled around the world and were knowledgeable, so they naturally knew that they had met a "expert". But this "expert" was too thick-skinned and no one invited him, so he seemed to have arrived at his own home. Seeing that this meant he would sit down and have a drink?

"Sorry, everyone, I am a martial arts practitioner. This time I went out to visit teachers and friends, and at the same time I enjoyed the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland. I love to make friends. When I saw you drinking and eating meat in the open air on the boat, I was extremely happy and so happy, I was so drunk..."

The yellow-faced man said as he looked at the lion's head, his nose twitched a few times, and praised him, "It smells so good... can I try it too? Of course, I don't eat it for free. I brought good wine."

As he spoke, he took out a black wine jar from under his clothes as if he was a magic trick. It seemed that there were at least ten kilograms of wine inside. Everyone was stunned. Everyone was wearing thin clothes in summer and didn't have much clothes. Where was the jar of wine hidden?

Zhou Yi's face moved, he looked up at the yellow-faced man, and smiled and said, "If you get on the boat, you won't distinguish each other. This is the rule of the boatman. Since you are here, let's eat together."

Ordinary people can't see the mystery, but they can see that this man has at least the cultivation level of transforming strength. His internal energy is everywhere. His bones and flesh are bulging at will. This jar of wine should be "sucked" by him in his stomach. When it needs to be taken out, as long as the internal energy is stimulating, the jar of wine will pop out of the bones and flesh, which is many times more clever than the magic master's method of hiding things.

Although Chang Xianggu’s realm is not enough, she heard the 'Uncle Master' talk about the magic of the master of Huajin, and couldn’t help but clap and shout: “Uncle, your kung fu is really good.”

"Haha, the little girl's kung fu is also good."

The yellow-faced man smiled and opened the wine jar, and the aroma of wine suddenly spread out: "Don't be polite, come and taste my thirty-year-old bamboo leaf green. By the way, my name is Wang Dong, Wang is Wang, Dong is Dong Liang's Dong, everyone can call me Brother Wang and Brother Wang, just do whatever you want." This sentence made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere suddenly became much warmer.

Really a world of martial arts?

Mingwei looked at Zhou Yi, and both of them had a premonition that this yellow-faced man was mostly promising, but not as he said, just to eat a lion's head. However, he was generous and there were always hospitality rules on the boat, but it was difficult to reject him.

"Come on, little girl, we are all children of the Wulin, and we must drink three big cups!"

The yellow-faced man didn't talk to Zhou Yi. After drinking a few glasses with the boatmen, he picked up the wine jar and poured wine for Chang Xianggu. It was said that it was unreasonable for him, a middle-aged man, to ask a girl to drink, but since they are both children of the martial arts world and the bamboo leaves are rice wine, that's different.

"Okay, just drink it. But my master is the real martial arts master. Why don't you ask him to drink?"

Chang Xiang Gu's childlike innocence is still alive. Seeing this yellow-faced man so capable, she remembered Zhou Yi's majestic deeds that night when he poured more than a dozen heroes, and she deliberately wanted the yellow-faced man to kick the iron plate and let the uncle and master show his face.

"Oh, this brother turns out to be your master. I'm so respectful, this brother..."

"My surname is Zhou."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly and thought to himself, don’t pretend to be confused with your understanding. Just your eyes are sharper than Long Aotian. Could it be that you really came to drink with these boatmen? The "outsiders" on this boat, as well as the monk and me, you don’t look like a good man and a believer, and naturally you are not here to find a monk...

"It turns out that it is Brother Zhou. I can't tell that Brother Zhou is pure and innocent. He is already a master who opens the door and has no respect."

Wang Dong laughed and said, "Come on, I will pay three bowls of respect to Brother Zhou first!"

As he said that, he poured three bowls of wine in front of himself and Zhou Yi. Without waiting for Zhou Yi to speak, he picked up the bowl and drank it all. After drinking the three cups of wine, it was as if he had drunk three cups of cold water, without any pressure at all.

"Okay!" Zhou Yi nodded and then cooked three bowls in a row, without any distortion.

"Brother Zhou is so crowded, it's so satisfying!"

Wang Dong looked up at Zhou Yi, and his face was slightly surprised: "How about three more bowls of Laobai Dried?" After saying that, he took three bottles of Laobai Dried with 67-degree burning knife, and poured six more bowls, each bowl was half a pound!

Damn, is this drinking or trying hard? Even the great monk Mingwei couldn't stand it anymore, and even called Amitabha Buddha. Chen San wanted to persuade him, but before he could speak, Zhou Yi had already picked up the big bowl and dried it. In a flash, the three bowls of old white dried were gone.

"Please, Mr. Wang, I've drunk it all." Zhou Yi picked up the empty bowl and took a photo at Wang Dong.

"Haha, it's really good. Brother Zhou, I've made up your friend!"

Wang Dong was slightly stunned, and his eyes showed an extremely appreciative look: "No wonder the younger sister-in-law was broken into his hands. She was indeed a strong man!"

The so-called wine tastes like character. Zhou Yi's "character" also impressed this contemporary master who traveled thousands of miles to find "trouble". At this moment, he had no idea of ​​causing trouble. He just wanted to drink hundreds or eighty bowls of wine with Zhou Yi and get drunk.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong..."

The two of them went back and forth, completely treating the crowd as audiences. In a blink of an eye, each of them poured 20 kilograms of burning knives. Fortunately, they stored enough good wine on the freighter, so they were not afraid of being drunk by them.

After drinking the fortieth bowl of roasted knives, Wang Dong's face finally turned red, his eyes began to turn cloudy, and he said with his tongue: "Okay... good brother, brother, I have recognized you as a friend... friend, I will take care of the troubles of the Gu family in the future. Do you understand?" After drinking, he felt sincere, and this guy told the truth.

"I understand. Brother Wang came to me from afar, and I have figured it out for a long time." Zhou Yi smiled, his eyes clear. For him, a mere twenty kilograms of burning knife was just a drizzle, and it was easier than drinking water.

Everyone was puzzled. Apart from Mingwei nodding and smiling, he looked at Zhou Yi a few times. Even Chang Sihai thought that these two people were talking drunk. He drank twenty kilograms of burning knives. It would be nice to have no alcohol poisoning. How can he not be drunk?

"I won't leave..."

"What?" Zhou Yi was stunned when he heard this suddenly appear.

"Brother, I've had a big vacation. I have nothing to do with you. I'll walk with your boat to see the scenery or something. I'll be so close to you, brother..."

"Haha, you want to take the boat, that's fine."

People in the martial arts world say they want to be "close and close", which is not a simple hug and shake hands. Of course Zhou Yi understands. Wang Dong knows that Gu Yun has been defeated by his own hands, but he still wants to get close to him. He must be a master who surpasses Dan Jin? Overcoming Dan Jin? Thinking of the narrative of Guan Feng and Long Aotian, Zhou Yi feels itchy. Since he created the "Natural Fist", he has never had a hand with such a legendary master. Now he has come to his door to act as a boxing posture, which is the best. Moreover, this man is generous and upright, a man, not a sinister villain, nor a difficult lady like Gu Yun. He will be beaten up after being beaten, so there is no need to worry about subsequent troubles.

"Okay, then we'll just say it...it's a matter of determination."

After Wang Dong struggled to say this, he closed his eyes and lay directly on the deck. Soon he snored loudly, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Senior Brother Wang slept for a whole day and a night. Zhou Yi didn't call him, knowing that with his ability, it would be easier to use his internal energy to expel alcohol. He was really drunk with himself and wanted to get drunk.

At the same time, he is also adjusting his spirit. Ordinary people may be harmed after being drunk like this, but for martial arts masters with extremely high cultivation, they will let their bodies undergo a thorough indulgence, and then slowly recover in deep sleep. When they wake up, their energy and spirit will reach their peak.

This is like a climax. It will certainly hurt vitality when you come to the sky every day, but if you indulge in and relax at the right time, it will make people feel better and easily reach the peak state.

Wang Dong is definitely an experienced master. His pre-war adjustment method is even better than Li Xunhuan and Songyang Iron Sword. It can be imagined that after he adjusts, he will be the biggest enemy he encounters.

Zhou Yi is also looking forward to this battle.

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