The more places you go and the more people and things you see, the more abilities you will naturally gain. Take me as an example. I have never gone to high school or university, and I have never received a systematic education, but my abilities are no better than those of archaeologists in the history department.

The elites who graduated from the department are not good at bragging or submitting and come out to compete. I tell them what it means to be a real practitioner.

I, Xiang Yunfeng, learned from the lineage of the great tomb robber King Ping Ping of the Republic of China. I scattered soil and mud at the age of sixteen, appraised treasures at the age of seventeen and dated them. I listened to the location of thunder at the age of eighteen, watched mountains and hunted for dragons at the age of nineteen, and practiced it at the age of twenty.

Divine Eye.

Except for Master Yao’s kind of starry feng shui secret

I can't learn any technique, but in the field of hand-fighting, there's nothing else I can't do.

I was reminiscing about the past when Little Red Hair suddenly said, "Brother, look, it seems to be snowing."

I immediately looked up, and suddenly a small snowflake fell on my forehead, making it feel cool.

I said to myself, "Don't they say it rarely snows in the south? Why does it snow so early this year? It's not even the twelfth month yet."

Now I can't even take a taxi. I haven't seen a taxi for a long time.

Suddenly, the Linquan drunkard clutched his chest tightly and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

"Uncle Drunkard! Uncle Drunkard, what's wrong with you!" Little Red Hair and Water Mosquito were frightened by the way he vomited blood.

"Brother, you" I was also very nervous.

"I won't die if I don't get in the way, cough."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gasped, "I drank too much. It's a side effect of Jinglu Wine. I can't leave. I have to find a place to rest first."

"The black wine you drink is called Frightening Deer Wine?" I asked.

He turned pale and nodded.

We couldn't get a taxi in the middle of the night, so we found a sheltered place to sit down and rest. At this time, there was light snow in the sky. I handed him a cigarette. He took a puff and coughed repeatedly. What he coughed up was blood. Xiaohong

Mao and Shuizhi were on the left and right, and they patted his back gently in a sensible manner.

"Brother, you are very serious, why don't we go to the hospital to have a look." I said.

"No, there's no point in going to the hospital. You'll be fine after the side effects of alcohol pass."

I nodded, took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Brother, if I'm not mistaken, the martial arts you just used was Southern Drunken Fist, right?"

He coughed again and nodded yes.

This is the first time I've seen Zuiquan fight in action. It's not the way he raises his hands and shakes, but a very free and easy style, which is pretty cool anyway.

"What, you want to learn?" He seemed to see through my inner thoughts at a glance.

I nodded and said that I really wanted to learn it because it was very handsome.

He asked me, "What's the amount? How many kilograms of wine can I usually drink?"

"Well, two pounds per meal is fine, but three pounds depends on the condition." I answered truthfully.

He shook his head, "No, it's too far. If you want to practice Drunken Boxing, in addition to your talent, you also need to weigh ten kilograms in one meal. It's said that you can drink a hundred cups without being drunk, and you can drink a thousand cups and be tipsy. Can you do it?"

"You can't do that! You might drink me to death!" I shook my head quickly.

He smiled and said, "This is the only special skill I have left. My master once said that drunken boxing is the most free and easy boxing among hundreds of martial arts. If you can understand that both spirit, form and mind are drunk, you have reached the highest level. But

Comparing all the martial arts in the world, even compared to the Six Armors and Three Corpses, they are worthy of each other."

"Drunken Master can be so awesome!"

I asked, "Drunk both physically and mentally? Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"Haha! No! It is a state of selflessness. If you reach that stage, you can no longer call it Drunken Master."

"Drunken Boxing has evolved? What kind of boxing has it become?" I asked curiously.

Beside, the big-hearted Water Mosquito leaned his head against the wall and was already fast asleep.
Chapter completed!