Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Xiao Feng, what are you thinking about?" Hong Qigong had already guessed everything, but he didn't want to admit it.

Qiao Feng bowed and saluted, looked around at the people around him, and finally looked at Hong Qigong:

"I, Qiao Feng, am no longer from the Song Dynasty. As the leader of the gang, I am afraid I will be criticized by the heroes of the world."

"What do you mean?" the elders asked curiously.

Qiao Feng looked at Huang Rong and said, "Qiao wants to give up the position of gang leader to sister Huang Rong."

"Give it to me?" Huang Rong looked at Qiao Feng in surprise and quickly refused: "How can Huang Rong accept the position of gang leader?"

"this…"

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Hong Qigong sighed, Qiao Feng was a Khitan, this was a fact that could not be changed.

He didn't care, and he even believed that the brothers in the gang wouldn't care about Qiao Feng's background.

But other sects in the Song Kingdom would not think so.

There must be some people who are jealous of Qiao Feng's ability and come out to spread rumors and cause trouble, causing the Beggar Clan to get into a verbal dispute.

The most terrifying thing in the world is not swords, hidden weapons or poisons, but rumors.

What people say is scary!

Often a rumor can ruin a person's life.

After pondering for a moment, it turned into a heavy sigh: "Hey, the matter has come to this, you are indeed not suitable for the position of leader of the Beggar Clan."

"Master (Qi Gong), what are you doing..." Huang Rong and many of the Beggar Clan brothers wanted to persuade them again, but were stopped by Hong Qi Gong.

"Xiao Feng, if so, you will step down as the leader of the gang and change your name to Elder Jiubao."

Qiao Feng said happily: "Thank you Qi Gong for making it possible."

Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong and said, "Rong'er, from now on you will be the leader of the Beggar Clan."

"I...I'm afraid it won't work!" Huang Rong had never thought about accepting the position of gang leader, and was at a loss for a moment.

Hong Qigong comforted him: "With your resourcefulness, you are comparable to Zhuge among women. There is no problem in being a gang leader."

"Yes, Elder Huang, your ability is obvious to everyone in the gang. My brother is also very convinced of you. Please do your part." Qiao Feng said cheerfully.

Huang Rong looked at everyone's faces, and finally glanced at Murong Fu secretly, and saw that the latter nodded to her.

So she took a deep breath and said, "Huang Rong is willing to take on a big job!"

"Okay, very good. It's better to choose the right day than to hit the sun. You can take over the position of gang leader!" Hong Qigong said.

"Disciple, I obey!" Huang Rong bowed her hands and saluted.

Although Qiao Feng was a little reluctant to let go, he was so confused now that he had to let go quickly.

Then he took out the dog beating stick and handed it to Huang Rong: "Thank you!"

Huang Rong took the stick and said seriously: "Don't worry, Gang Leader Qiao, I will not let you and Master down for many years of hard work."

After everyone exchanged polite words, Hong Qigong asked Hong Riqing to preside over the handover ceremony.

He also hid in a quiet place with Qiao Feng and Murong Fu and started to be a beggar chicken.

"I said, Mr. Qi, why don't you come with me to Mengmu Garden, and I'll ask Li Dazui to cook some good dishes for you to try."

"Who is Li Dazui?" Hong Qigong asked curiously.

"A disciple of Zhuge Kongfang, the God of Cookery in the capital." Murong Fu said with a smile.

Hong Qigong looked up, as if he was recalling Zhuge Kongfang.

"Oh, oh, I remembered that there is such a person in the capital, Zhuge Kongfang, the former chief manager of the imperial kitchen."

"Qi Gong, do you know him?" Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"I know, I know, I've eaten the food he cooked." The expression on Hong Qigong's face changed and he shook his head: "The food he cooks is delicious, but it's a pity that it's too salty for most people to eat."

"Haha, don't worry, Mr. Qi, I'll ask Big Mouth to put less salt in it later." Murong Fu joked.

Hong Qigong thought for a moment and said, "Does your Mengmu Garden have good wine?"

"Yes, I specially asked my family to get some wine brewed with old medicine and send it over," Murong Fu replied.

"Okay, okay, we just had a good fight. The old beggar is so exhausted!" Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said, "Let's wait until Ronger is done."

"good!"

Murong Fu laughed and replied.

At this time, it was thirty miles outside Luoyang City.

Zhu Faqing and Ni Huihui were sitting on the same carriage.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of the great monk's mouth: "I never expected that the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms would be so powerful."

"Lord Buddha, how are you injured?" Ni Huihui asked with concern.

Zhu Faqing shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, but if we continue to fight, both sides will definitely suffer losses."

"Although I can kill Hong Qigong and Qiao Feng of the Beggar Clan, I will be at the end of my strength and unable to defeat Murong Fu in his heyday."

Ni Huihui nodded cautiously: "I didn't expect Murong Fu to be able to attack mentally."

"Is it very strong?" Zhu Faqing asked.

"It's very strong, so strong that the slave family is very excited!" Mentioning that he was caught by Murong Fu before, Ni Huihui couldn't stop stroking his body with his hands.

Seeing this, Zhu Faqing pulled him into his arms and said, "You little brat, you thought so quickly?"

"Well, Buddha, are you okay now?" Ni Huihui asked with a "hehe" smile.

Zhu Faqing stuck out his tongue and licked his thick lips, and said with a smile: "Haha, there is no time when Buddha can't do it."

Ni Huihui's bright eyes flashed with a seductive light and he said: "By the way, Lord Buddha, my subordinates just reported that the robe is now in the hands of a person named Ma Kongqun."

"Ma Kongqun? The master of Wanma Hall?" Zhu Faqing said.

"It seems to be him!" Ni Huihui nodded and confirmed.

"This matter is not easy to handle." Zhu Faqing touched his bald head and said.

"What? He is very strong?" Ni Huihui asked puzzled.

"That's not the case. Ma Kongqun is of average strength. If he can survive, he will reach the level of a master."

"But this man is very afraid of death. No one knows where he is hiding." Zhu Faqing said disdainfully.

Ni Huihui was stunned and said contemptuously: "Why do you want to be involved in the world if you are afraid of death? It's better to retire!"

"Haha, no matter what he does, we are still happy as a couple!" Zhu Faqing said, hugging Ni Huihui and sitting down.

Immediately, he took out a blue pill and fed it to the other party, explaining:

"This is my favorite list based on Zen secrets."

"After taking it, I guarantee that you will reach the Western Heaven happily."

Without thinking, Ni Huihui licked the elixir into his mouth with his small tongue: "Is it good for others to take?"

"Hehe, do you want to try it on that pretty boy from the Murong family?" Zhu Faqing said with a weird smile.

"Of course, the Nu family can't take down Murong Chui, so it would be great to take down Murong Fu."

Ni Huihui's whole body exuded a strong body fragrance, and he kept rubbing Zhu Faqing's body excitedly.

After a while, the carriage shook loudly and violently.

The groom who drove the carriage seemed to have become accustomed to it, so he slowed down the carriage slowly and allowed the two people in the carriage to toss around.

After a long time, there was a long shout from the two of them.

Zhu Faqing laughed and said, "I will go back to the Yuan Kingdom first. You can stay here and have fun with Murong Fu."