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Huang Chao looked at Hong Qigong with a strong smile, and thought to himself: "There is no good word," he said calmly. "Please don't say."

Hong Qigong had planned that he would ask "what's so powerful", he could make a joke and stir up the atmosphere, but he didn't expect to be wittedly blocked by Huang Chao. It was very painful to come up with a paragraph to prevent the speech. Hong Qigong held back for two seconds, and threw himself down and said to himself: "Huang Laoxie had a good son this time, maybe he would earn a niece of old poison. Young man, you do n’t let the old man talk, but it ’s very rude. "

"You are obviously a middle-aged man, okay ..."

Ling Yuhan looked at the legendary beggar with interest, she gave a courtesy, and said with a smile: "Younger Ouyang Rong, have met Hong Gangzhu. Have you eaten? Have a chance to meet, please dine with us."

Hong Qigong laughed and decided to stop entangled with the boring Huang Chao. He smiled and said to Ling Yuhan: "You are a good girl, better than this kid, better than your uncle. Hi, my uncle and I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, I don't know what great skills he has practiced. He may come Zhongyuan, look at us old friends? "

Ling Yuhan replied in a leak-free manner: "Uncle is diligent in practicing martial arts, and often sighs that it is not as good as your old man. He said that Huashan was talking about swords, and he will definitely come back to participate when the time comes."

Huang Chao saw the ceremony again: "The younger Huang Chao has seen the Hong gang master. I have long heard that you are old and approachable. Sure enough, your reputation is well-deserved. The next one called Huaji can enter the belly of Hua Zu, and it is indeed deserved."

Hong Qigong laughed and sat on the ground. Huang Chao waved his palm like a knife. The palm wind would cut the chicken into several pieces and handed one to Hong Qigong. Hong Qigong saw this part of the chicken **** and laughed: "Deep in my heart, deep in my heart. Boy, your free hand palms can be sent and received freely, and it has already won Huang Lao Xie Zhen Chuan."

Huang Chao turned over a dozen roasted potatoes from below, took out a plate, and sprinkled with minced salt. When Hong Qigong saw this strange food for the first time, he was puzzled, but Ling Yuhan cried in surprise: "Potato! Huang Chao, you even brought potatoes. I haven't eaten them in a long time." Go to the brown skin, dip and eat it.

Hong Qigong had a good taste and he also ate a roasted potato. He admired: "It tastes good. Is this something from overseas?" Hong Qigong's vision was wide, and he gave the most reasonable explanation by himself. Huang Chao nodded: "Exactly, the name is called potatoes." Hong Qigong took a bite and tasted: "Well, this name is appropriate."

Two chicks were swept away, Hong Qigong patted his stomach and said: "Belly, belly, you have never eaten such a delicious chihuahua."

Hong Qigong went all the way to track down the "thief who was taken away" by the thieves. Recently, he did not contact his disciples. He didn't know what happened to Jin Guo. Therefore, although he found that Huang Chao had high skill at this time, he only regarded it as a talented junior.

Ling Yuhan looked at the potatoes in his hand and said, "I still want to find such an artifact. I didn't expect Huang Chao to bring this with you. How did you eat these potatoes? You should take it for breeding."

Hong Qigong didn't understand Ling Yuhan's sigh. He took out a few gold darts from his arms and said, "My old man does not owe humanity. You naturally look down on these few things, but you can take it for fun. Change a few dollars. "

Huang Chao waved his hand and said, "Seven Gong, my father knew that I charged you for your meal, but I couldn't figure out if the island beat me? You look down on me too much."

Hong Qigong said embarrassedly: "Oh, after all, I ate one of you called a chicken." He made a look that I was going to bleed, and said: "I knew that Huang Laoxie's son is not simple, okay, you Would you like me to give me some kung fu?

Huang Chao was sitting precariously, and said seriously: "There are indeed some questions I want to ask Qigong." Hong Qigong looked at him with a serious face and also put away a joke gesture: "You ask."

"Seven Gong, you are the gang leader, the golden country in the north, the Song country in the south, hundreds of thousands of beggars all belong to your old man's house. Why are there so many poor people in the world? Most people work hard, but they It is not enough to maintain food and clothing for a lifetime. Why? The poor have suffered upheaval, their families have been ruined, and many people have become beggars. Since then, they will no longer be able to resume their lives. How can you arrange them? The young people in the beggars have hands, feet, and even kung fu. Why do n’t they go to work to support themselves? The beggars help each other, but there are also old and weak beggars, who finally die in mourning. , How to make all beggars have a full life? "

Hong Qigong's face stiffened, and he sighed, "Everyone can think about the problem you said, but the gang has existed for a long time, and many things have been fixed. After the young disciples practiced martial arts, they did martial arts, not martial Stealing and robbery are totally valuable to them by begging. Let them earn their own living, they are not beggars, and the disciples are netizens who have industry. They usually fund to help the beggars, but they are very kind to those who are dirty. Disdain. "

"The problem of beggars has a long history. On the one hand, we must help all beggars. We will not refuse those beggars in difficult circumstances ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ On the other hand, the heroes who admire the beggars will also join. There have always been differences, and as the gang master, I repressed both parties with my martial arts and prestige. Your family learned the origins, you should know that in the early days, the gang had a disgraceful incident, and that time the gang gangs were distracted. The practice has been lost, and it is only now that the energy is roughly restored. "

"I am ashamed of the old caller, I am actually quite ashamed. I said that I did not manage the beggars. But now my beggars have no outstanding talents, and I have to reluctantly be a helper.

Hong Qigong sighed a few times and resumed his conception. He picked up the red gourd and poured a few sips: "Good wine, good wine, boy, do you want a few more sips?"

"Thank you Qigong, I don't drink alcohol." Huang Chao knew that Hong Qigong's answer was to avoid lightness, but he didn't let him go. "Qigong, you haven't said, why are there so many poor people in the world? Could the beggar help the beggar?" , Deserve to be a beggar? Those beggar gang disciples who can martial arts have long been not vulnerable. There are more pitiful people in the world. They are being bullied, and even their survival is not guaranteed. Why is there such a situation? Why do you ignore the biggest injustice in this world? "

Hong Qigong glanced at Huang Chao angrily: "Boy, your words make sense, but it's not that no one has said it! The gang gang disciples already had ancestral training and were not allowed to participate in the deer race. Huang Laoxie's son is more evil, you Do you want to persuade the beggars to rebel? Huh! "