Yang Lin had long noticed someone approaching gently.

Because there is no murderous intent and the mental technique does not remind you of any danger, so you don’t care.

At this moment, I heard the other party ask for something to eat and looked back.

There was a movement in my heart.

This guy came a little late.

I thought he would come to him soon after he died in the Beggar Gang Elder Peng, but he didn't expect that he was really patient.

Although the person who came looked very anxious, he stared at the roast chicken, as if he was afraid that he would fly with his wings.

However, his face did not give people a feeling of disgust, but instead he would be respectful and dare not insult him.

This person has a rectangular face, a sparse beard under his chin, and he looks about forty years old, and his thick hands and big feet look majestic.

Although my clothes were worn, they were washed gray and clean, with many patches on them.

He was carrying a vermilion gourd and holding a green stick in his hand, and there was no material to be seen.

Just standing there, a kind of power of self-righteousness appears.

When this iconic outfit and the temperament of a master appeared, Yang Lin didn't recognize him.

He smiled and said, "Meeting is fate. It's just right to have chickens but no wine. It's better to sit down and eat together."

As he said that, he winked at Huang Rong.

Although Huang Rong is young, she has acted as a beggar and left most of the Central Plains. She is even more elegant than a monkey without any hair.

She was used to rivers, lakes and seas, and she was very clear about the news in the beggar group.

At this time, when Yang Lin reminded him, he looked at the wine gourd, especially at the right hand holding the wine, with his index finger breaking at the same root, and of course he understood who the other party was.

"It's rare to meet a senior expert. What's the point of a little chicken? I'll treat you to it."

After saying that, he tore half of the chicken's butt and handed it over.

The old beggar looked at the two of them and smiled and said, "It's such a perfect match. I, Hong Qi, are embarrassed in front of the younger generation. Although I'm embarrassed, this half of the chicken is also in love."

After saying that, he took a sip of wine, handed the gourd to Yang Lin, and said, "I like you very much, so I would like you to have a sip."

Regardless of whether Yang Lin drinks or not, he ate the chicken butt on his own, and he was so angry that he was humming, and his eyes were full of intoxication.

Yang Lin was funny and didn't hesitate at the moment, so he poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

I just feel the taste is mellow and soft and long, and it is indeed a top-notch aged.

I couldn't help but praise: "I can't buy such good wine in the market. Even the inner garden of the palace is extremely difficult to encounter, right?"

"That's of course, this wine, but I always beggars. I waited for half a month before I got it from the imperial kitchen.

It is said that the Tartars in the Jin Dynasty were barbarians and lived a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood, but I don’t know that they enjoyed it very much.”

"Since you can't stand it, why didn't the old senior kill the Tartar emperor and emptied the palace? Then, you can drink whatever you want."

"Well……"

The old beggar was stunned when he heard this, "I'm so brave. The old beggar is not as good as you. I haven't even thought about this problem.

However, it is not that simple to kill the Jin emperor, so it is better to be more relaxed. Sometimes human power is poor, and the world is really big."

He took the wine gourd and took another sip, and suddenly handed it to Huang Rong, "Do you drink a little bit?"

“No drink.”

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Seven Gongsen is still satisfied with this chicken. In fact, it is just a random treatment. If there are really good ingredients and some dishes are made, the taste will probably be hundreds of times stronger."

"Gudu..."

The old beggar swallowed heavily, his eyes a little straightened.

It seems that he is really good at this.

No wonder, it is rumored that the old beggar missed a big deal in order to eat greed. In the face of heartache, he cut off his index finger and kept it in mind. He always remembered it. It would be greedy.

"As the saying goes, you are soft-hearted and useless. You are not kind-hearted, little girl.

I ate your chicken, but you don’t drink my wine. Say, what do you want me to help?"

"There are only half a chicken on the left, what should I do? It is our honor to invite the Seventh Old Man.

If I were petty and let my father know, wouldn’t I blame me for losing his face?”

Huang Rong said with a smile, and handed over the other half of the chicken openly.

"Haha, the little girl is weird and smart. Huang Laoxie really gave birth to a good daughter, which is really envious of me.

However, even if you keep giving favors, there are some things you should do.

Look, your little husband openly asked me to repay the favor. He didn't care, what are you afraid of?"

"Of course, who doesn't know that Hong Qigong is known as the North Beggar, even my father admires it.

The big man is still young, so what are you going to offend? If you are respected, you can take action if you are embarrassed?"

Huang Rong smiled sweetly, a little blush appeared on her face, and there was already some worry in her eyes.

Yang Lin laughed: "Rong'er, don't make things difficult for Qigong. If he doesn't come this time, he will feel uneasy. If he owe someone favors, it will be difficult to repay...

This half of the chicken is mine, you promised to invite me to try the craftsmanship."

After saying that, he tore off a piece of the chicken leg and handed it to Huang Rong, "Eat together."

I took a bite and my eyes lit up: "It's so delicious, the same way, the same heat, why, some people make it delicious, and some people make it pig food."

While eating, I looked at Hong Qigong next to me and kept swallowing, and I felt really funny.

"Okay, I've eaten and drunk. What are some tricks to get out of the old master?

What do you say about the Beggars’ Sect? Since you act under your name, the seniors have the responsibility to manage them well. Don’t say that there are dead branches in the tree and you can’t control it.

As long as you are willing, even if it is a mess, you can sort it out."

"Well, this person is always lenient and strict with himself, and there will inevitably be many problems.

No matter what, with more disciples, there are always many bad things...

Elder Peng is responsible for his own fault, and if he kills, he will kill him. I don’t blame you.

But there are innocent people among the five little beggars who were shocked by your palm…”

Hong Qigong put the gourd back on his back and inserted the green jade stick on the ground. When his palms were turned, a dragon roar sounded and a tiger roared, and a spiral of wandering and circling energy rose up on his body.

It was astonishing as a dragon.

"The world is dangerous, and there will be casualties when taking action. Although those beggars in pure clothes may be deceived, they may just be shaking flags and shouting, and have not surrendered to the Jin Kingdom, nor have they done evil things.

But since he obeyed Elder Peng's order and attacked me, he was already a friend but not an enemy at that moment."

Yang Lin's face was solemn.

"When both sides are hostile, they have to pay attention to the other party's character and whether it violates the law? Lu is not an official, so how can he care about it?

If you kill, you will kill it, and there is no intention to refuse. Senior Hong, looking for me to take action, it can be considered a mistake. Please..."

Yang Lin stood up and wiped away the oil stained on his hands. With a thrust of his waist and back, the blood-red aura rose half a foot, and the grass around him was dry and branches exploded with a loud bang.

The breath soars into the sky.

"Ah...ah, why did you fight with all your might as well? Those who don't know would think this is a gangster fight on the street, and it doesn't sound nice to say it."

Huang Rong hurriedly stopped him.

When Yang Lin heard this, he smiled and said, "That's right. No matter how you say it, we are also experts. Experts always have to be a little lucky in fighting.

Rong'er, what do you think if I compete with Senior Hong? If I win a half-stage move, what kind of lottery is the best thing to do?"

"It depends on whether Senior Hong can afford to lose. If he can't afford to lose, he may not agree.

Because, I heard from my father that Senior Hong, except for the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Dog Beating Stick, he has no body.

The Dog Beat Stick Technique is a unique martial arts master of the Beggar Gang, passed down from generation to generation, and has never been passed down before.

However, the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing can be circulated outside the world, it depends on whether Senior Hong is willing to give up?"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and said with a smile.

"Tsk tsk, you two are so amazing. When you sing and reconcile, you want to cheat the old beggar's talent?

However, if you want to subdue the Eighteen Dragons, you can't win by your mouth...

Little girl, you dare to say it, even if Huang Laoxie is in front of you, you won’t dare to say it.”

Mr. Hong was so angry that he laughed.

He waved his hand and said, "The winning or losing is not bad. If I lose, I will give the Dragon Subduing Palm technique with both hands. What if you lose, Brother Lu, you lose?

I don't want you to seek justice, just want your sword technique that is better than Qiu Qianren's old man.

I looked at it and there was only one move, which was quite famous, and it was so fascinating to the beggars."

After saying this, Yang Lin and Huang Rong both understood.
To be continued...