"It's okay to pass it to you."

Li Yan laughed and said, "I don't want any conditions for you. Just treat me twice more to drink!"

“No problem!”

"I'm sure, there are eight tricks in this set of Drunken Eight Immortals."

Li Yan set his sights on starting to guide Qian Buduo.

Zhao Ping'an quickly pulled the other guests to avoid him.

"The first move is to lift the pot when you are drunk!"

"The hands are like a fast arrow, and they are directly attacking the yellow dragon. The back step is reversed, and the body is tilted, and it is chopped down from the top, like a stone pressing down on the top of a mountain. The hands are like pulling up willows, and they penetrate the shoulders with force."

"The second move is really drunk when hanging elbows and knees!"

"Put left and right to hit, turn left and right, turn forward and backward, hook up and connect. Remember to be drunk without getting drunk, and walk in and be drunk without getting drunk."

"The third move is to fall and hold the heart!"

"It seems true and false, it seems false and true, it is easy to hold forward and push the shoulders. It is like holding a mountain in your hand, and it is very simple to hit someone."

"The fourth move, throw a cup and kick a series when you are drunk!"

"The fifth move, the immortal toast the throat buckle!"

"The sixth move, just toast alone and break it in the middle!"

"The seventh move is to grab the wrist and hit the chest and play the flute drunk!"

"The eighth move is to strode your waist and take a drunken step!"

Li Yan's move has been explained in detail.

Qian Buduo said, "Brother Li, which of the eight immortals among the drunken eight immortals are they?"

"Just Yixian, Lu Daxian of Chunyang Palace! The name has nothing to do with boxing."

Li Yan said irritably.

It is now in the early Tang Dynasty. Although the legend of the Eight Immortals is there, it is definitely not the same as me, the Eight Immortals. I don’t know anything else, then Cao Guojiu is a native of the Song Dynasty. I want to tell you in advance, and I don’t know if there will be lightning strikes me!

Qian Buduo just asked casually, and then began to practice according to Li Yanshu.

Although Qian Buduo's martial arts talent is not good, it is not bad either. He only learned a set of ordinary boxing techniques by just watching Li Yan's demonstration.

After one move, Li Yan couldn't find any problem.

"Wine is indispensable when practicing Drunk Fist. Uncle Cai, I'll give your young master some more. He is not in good condition yet."

Li Yan nitpicked.

What kind of master is a master who can't point fingers?

As the words were said, Cai Bo brought wine to Qian Buduo. Qian Buduo refused everyone and even poured several large bowls of them, which scared the old housekeeper.

"I'm overwhelmed and down, like a wave!"

Qian Buduo also learned to sing while boxing.

Perhaps Li Yan's boxing style is too simple, or perhaps Qian Buduo learned it seriously, after several times, it is more like a drunken boxing than Li Yan's drunk boxing.

"Is this drunken boxing really suitable for Qian Buduo? Unfortunately... no matter how suitable it is, it is just a set of ordinary martial arts."

Li Yan looked at Qian Buduo who was immersed in drunkenness and swaying around, which was a pity.

Qian Buduo seemed to be tireless, practicing over and over again.

Li Yan poured several bowls of "peach blossom wine" in succession, holding a wooden stick, and helping Qian Buduo with music...

"I'm overwhelmed and down again~ like waves~

…”

Where the world is unknown, an inexplicable aura that ordinary people cannot see begins to gather and then pour on Qian Buduo.

Qian Buduo, who was already intoxicated by boxing, became even more immersed.

With the practice of boxing, Qian Buduo's meridians slowly moved, and the internal energy began to rise and fall rhythmically.

"It's really drunk when you hang your elbow and knee!"

Qian Buduo bent his knees and empty elbows, swayed under his feet, and bumped out to all directions, making a banging sound of breaking through the air.

"This is……"

Li Yan glared at him, "The key to internal energy running?"

Ordinary internal energy injected into the moves does not have such power.

This is clearly the advanced martial arts characteristic of the internal energy after a certain degree of transformation and then released with the moves.

"Isn't this a high-level martial arts?"

Li Yan grew up and couldn't believe it, "This talent is too amazing, right? It's better than my system. The system can't help me create advanced martial arts. He, a third-rate little guy, did this?"

"Is this the breath of the Emperor of Lucky Son?"

"The immortal toast the throat buckle!"

Qian Buduo stepped forward, held his hands in a low position, and handed it out one after another.

I saw internal force suddenly appearing between the household registration of the hands, forming a rope-shaped lock, locking in the direction of the fist.

"I'll go! This will open up the Ren and Du meridians directly, and it's still a control technique."

Li Yan felt that he was simply autistic.

"This talent, this European Emperor's aura...tsk!"

Just where Li Yan didn't know, waves of fluctuations also came from his system package, pouring into the world and pouring into Qian Buduo's aura.

The source of the wave was the mysterious scroll that Li Yan had been unable to understand how to use it.

...

An unknown hill was blowing by the side of the mountain, and it was raining. An old man in gray robe was sheltering from the rain in a small temple in the mountain.

The temple was dilapidated and narrow, and there was no other dry place except the small place where the old man stood.

The old man waved the long banner in his hand and knocked away the broken tiles falling from the top of the temple.

As the long banner is spread out, you can see two lines of words written on it

Say a few nonsense and keep warm and full.

Speak casually and don’t get involved in grudges and right and wrong.

Suddenly, the old man in gray robe suddenly looked up and looked into the southern sky, with a sense of surprise on his face.

"This is not the place where clouds rise I want to go! It is more south than the source of the incident. Judging from the direction, it seems to be near Dongting Lake... But how could the aura of heaven be so strong there? Could it be that the son of luck has grown, so luck has risen?"

The old man tweaked his thumb and flicked his fingers. He stopped after a while.

"It turns out that the son of luck has a good opportunity, and the power of heaven and earth is favored."

"I don't know what the opportunity is? Judging from the degree of luck, I might be able to compare with the son of luck born in the place where clouds rise in the future."

...

The southwest of Baling County is the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. The cliffs on both sides of the river are towering, like a knife cutting, and the water is like a galloping horse, rushing thousands of miles away.

This place is called Qutang Gorge.

The mountains of Qutangxia are steep and the water is turbulent, which is an important road out of the river.

Most of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are flooded with water bandits, and few people are visiting them.

At this time, a group of people climbed between the steep mountain walls.

These people were wrapped in black robes and their heads and faces. They looked a little similar to those of Na Wu and Wu Hua.

"Elder, can we really achieve our goal this time?"

A man in black asked the leader of the man in black.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, but it was a young girl talking.

The elder nodded slowly, as if to increase persuasion, he focused on the key points again.

"I always feel that the son of luck you mentioned is unlikely to exist. If there really is such a person, those Tang people who are not well protected can be taken away by us?"

The girl said again.

The elder sighed, "This is why we come to Central Plains. Each clan will have his own son of destiny. They are the hope of the nation and the pillar of the nation, except for our clan!"

"The Tang Dynasty has outstanding people and strong fortunes, and the sons of luck are the most numerous among all tribes, and they are also the ones they least know how to cherish."

"As long as you can bring a son of luck back, then..."

The elder was talking, and suddenly looked up at the distant sky, excited, "The son of luck is there! That luck is almost as good as the luck of our entire clan..., let's speed up!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!