Hong Qigong said in surprise: "The old naughty boy has accepted a disciple?"

Yelu Qi had previously heard from Hong Qigong that Huang Shaohong was taught by Quanzhen and saw that he had excellent martial arts skills. Now he saw him commenting on the Quanzhen Seventh Son like this and calling his master by his nickname.

I thought that he was the same generation as the old naughty boy. Although he heard that he had apostatized, he still did not dare to neglect the senior master.

He immediately stood up and clasped his fists and said, "My master is Zhou Botong. I wonder which senior in the Chongyang Palace you are? How should I call my disciple?"

Huang Shaohong immediately counted up his seniority with his fingers: "Well... before I rebelled, I was a disciple of Quanzhen Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing was the disciple of Yuyangzi Wang Chuyi. You call Wang Chuyi

Senior brother, then you should be my uncle's ancestor..."

Yeluqi was speechless for a while, and then he was shocked: "Is the Quanzhen Sect so powerful? How come you are so young and of low seniority, but you are so powerful?"

Huang Shaohong chewed up the chicken leg in his hand, including the bones, and swallowed it, then said: "Do you think it's possible? Now Master Dao can beat any of the seven Quanzhen disciples with one finger!"

When Li Haoxi heard what he said about his domineering attitude, he immediately clapped his hands and praised: "Taoist priest, you don't even spit out the bones when you eat chicken. You are really amazing. Just like my General Shenwu, you are domineering in your bones!"

Huang Shaohong became interested: "Who is General Shenwu? Is this an important official position in the Song Dynasty?"

Laifu wanted to cover Li Haoxi's mouth when he came up, but in the end he was a step too late and heard his young master excitedly say: "It's not an official, it's a Tibetan mastiff given to me by someone else!"

Everyone squirted, and Hong Qigong laughed so hard that he couldn't even stand up straight!

Not far away, Li Mochou felt a sense of relief. Only Hong Lingbo, who was young and had never been to school, interrupted and asked: "What is the Tubo Mastiff?"

Li Haoxi explained: "Mastiff is a dog, it is...a dog..."

Halfway through his words, he saw that Huang Shaohong's face was turning blue, and asked with concern: "Taoist Master, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Huang Shaohong shook his head expressionlessly: "Nothing, just itchy hands!"

As he spoke, he stood up. Shen Tukai, the chief arrester of the three prefectures on the side, quickly dissuaded him: "Taoist priest, my young master is not experienced in the world and is naive..."

Huang Shaohong raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer: "You are so naive, right? I will make it impossible for you to recognize him in a while. If you say this casually, anyone who stops me will die!"

He grabbed Li Haoxi by the neck and flew out of the window. He swung up on his tiptoes and landed on the roof of the restaurant.

Then everyone heard the sound of punches coming from above, accompanied by Li Haoxi's wailing.

Laifu was so anxious that he stamped his feet: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Hong, please think of a way!"

Yeluqi stood up and said, "How about I go take a look."

Hong Qigong waved his hands with a smile and said: "No need, that kid knows what he wants and won't kill him!"

Sure enough, a moment later, Huang Shaohong came back holding the innocent and naive Li Haoxi. The Yanei of the Minister of Justice was crying like a little daughter-in-law who had been subjected to domestic violence.

He probably knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he said vaguely: "I'll beat you, Taoist priest, you're angry. You can't ignore your promise to teach me martial arts!"

Hong Qigong asked about Huang Shaohong's rebellion. He had an upright temperament and was pleased with everything about this little fat Taoist priest. But this one always felt like a lump in his throat.

If you don’t ask clearly, even drinking with Huang Shaohong won’t make you realize how refreshing it is!

Huang Shaohong had nothing to hide, so he told the story of how Zhao Zhijing made things difficult for Yang Guo because of Guo Jing's affairs, and finally spoke up for himself, lifting the lid on his master's misdeeds and exposing one layer of the matter to the other.

After hearing this, the old beggar couldn't help but say "Hey": "I didn't expect that there are such dirty people among Wang Chongyang's disciples!"

After speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and said to Huang Shaohong: "Boy, I wouldn't dare to do this. This old beggar admires you, so I'm here to offer you a bowl of wine!"

Huang Shaohong smiled and had a drink with him, and then he couldn't hold it in anymore. The restaurant owner ran away and drank for free, making the two of them a disaster.

The scene was so good that both Huang Shaohong and Hong Qigong were a little drunk in the end. They agreed to see who could drink down first without using any means or internal strength.

As a result, the old beggar stood upright and was carried away by several of Shen Tukai's policemen. Huang Shaohong was no better. He was helped staggeringly by Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo into the guest room at the back of the restaurant.

He hadn't been drunk for a long time. This time he didn't use his internal energy or activate his energy and blood. Zhener Zhener got drunk for a while. In his dream, Ji Yanran, Jianning, Laura, even Zhao Zhi, Shanrou

, all appeared charmingly in front of my eyes.

Finally, Pingting's graceful Long Er appeared in front of her with a smile and a sweet voice. She gently tapped Huang Shaohong's forehead with her hand and complained: "Ms. sir, you are so greedy. You have found so many sisters!"

"Long'er!"

Huang Shaohong got drunk and called out, then pulled Long'er into his arms and stood up in a daze.
Chapter completed!