“Elder, since we are disciples of the Beggars’ Gang, can you teach us something? Otherwise, we will be afraid of losing your face when we walk around the world…” Zheng Gong, a young white-collar worker, put away the “three treasures” of the Beggars’ Gang’s disciples and asked carefully with the old beggar.
Unexpectedly, when the old beggar heard it, he was filled with relief, and smiled so hard that his black teeth were exposed. He said, “Okay, you three are promising, not bad, I am the beggar’s head, I have to teach you.”
The old beggar said, while reaching out to pluck his hand in his dirty cloth bag. He took out an object composed of two rectangular objects…
“Isn’t this a bamboo board?” Zheng Gong, a little white-collar worker, was shocked. According to the routine in novels and TV series, people who walk around the world use this musical instrument as weapons, either awesome or very…
“I will teach you the first “Lotus Fall” first, learn it.” The old beggar shook the bamboo board in his hand and began to sing: “The bamboo dragon is used for the water dragon boat again~ fighting for the strange colors…”
The three of them were shocked by the old beggar’s singing. After a while, Zheng Gong was the first to react, pressed the old beggar’s bamboo board, and quickly whispered: “Elder, stop singing, be careful to attract supervisors! Also, we don’t want to learn this…”
“Don’t want to learn “Lotus Falling”?” The old beggar shrugged down a little and said unhappily: “Okay, I will teach you the “Tianbao Map” again, I only know these two songs.”
“No, no, no, don’t, don’t, don’t learn “Tianbao Map”, we don’t want to learn bamboo board.” Zheng Gong refused firmly. Although he didn’t know what the “unique martial arts” of the Beggar’s Sect in this world were, Zheng Gong was sure that the Death Reincarnation Space was definitely not for them to learn “rap art”, but learned martial arts such as “Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing” and “Dog Beating Stick”.
“We need to learn martial arts, fist and foot skills!” The middle-aged teacher next to him couldn’t stand it anymore. Seeing that the old beggar was so verbally unable to figure out the situation, he simply went straight to the point.
“Wugong.” The old beggar understood, looked at the three of them and nodded, and said something that made them desperate: “I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you? You are a disciple of the Beggars’ Gang!” Zheng Gong said on the side.
“I am a literary beggar.” The old beggar held up a bamboo board and said with confidence: “Our Beggars’ disciples are divided into literary beggars and martial beggars. We literary beggars all walks through the streets and alleys to sing music and beggars! Only martial beggars can know martial arts!”
“Then how can we learn martial arts?” the middle-aged teacher asked in a temptation.
“You can’t learn martial arts.” The old beggar said with certainty.
“Why?” the three of them couldn’t help asking together.
“Because I am your big beggar’s head, I don’t know how to do martial arts, so you can’t learn it.” The old beggar explained it briefly.
The little white-collar worker Zheng Gong suddenly felt his head hurt. He took a few deep breaths and kept calm. He continued to ask, “Can you find a martial beggar to teach us martial arts?”
“Don’t you want to be the beggar’s head?” When the old beggar heard Zhao Li’s words, he changed color and shouted fiercely: “The rules of the Beggar’s Gang, who dares to betray the master’s sect, will be three swords and six holes? I shouted, all the Beggar’s Gang disciples in the world must stand up for me-“
“You will always be our big beggar’s head!” The middle-aged teacher man quickly interrupted the old beggar’s words and said, “But can you find a martial beggar to teach us martial arts? We promise not to betray the master’s sect. We promise, whatever you say is what you say.”
The old beggar fell into deep thought and after a while, he said, “I’m hungry, you can make me eat enough first, and I’ll think about it.”
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Ten days later, Zhangjiabao.
“Does this thing really exist?” Zhao Li stopped helplessly and said, “Lieshan True Qi
—–Netizens please remind: Please pay attention to the rest of your eyes when reading for a long time.:
—-This is a gorgeous dividing line–
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After taking a sip of the bitter “Neizhuang San”, Zhao Li found that the medicine gourd was about to bottom out again. In the past few days, he had finished drinking the amount for five days in three days, and went to Li’s house to buy medicine a few days a few days later. Now, even the large amount of money for the “entry ceremony” is almost used.
Every time after taking the medicine, Zhao Li had to habitually open the attribute panel and take a look. This time, he was stunned at first sight, and a smile appeared on his face.