Wang Ling had the intention to win over Cheng Fu, and Wang Long, who had been a bandit before, felt extremely cordial when he saw Cheng Fu, an unpretentious bandit and wicked wolf. Seeing the shop owner looking at this side in embarrassment, he walked over to the counter in person, took a large bowl, poured it full, and smashed it in front of Chengfu with a thud: "Good boy, that's enough. Come on, come on, do it!"

Cheng Fu saw a small vegetable stall at the dock. He didn't have much income. Drinking was a problem. He had no money to eat meat at all, and he was reluctant to buy snacks such as peanuts. Now that I saw a table of dishes and a whole braised chicken, how could I hold it back? In addition, he had a very carefree personality. He rushed over after hearing the invitation and nibbled two chicken legs unceremoniously before pausing for a while. breathed.

Smacking his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked the fragrance of the oil at the corner of his mouth. Cheng Fu saw a large bowl of wine smashed in front of him, and laughed loudly: "Okay, done!"

This sea bowl can hold seven or eight taels of wine. Cheng Fu lifted the sea bowl, straightened his body, raised his head, and swallowed loudly. Wang Ling saw that the escaping wine was meandering down the corner of his mouth, and with the throbbing of his Adam's apple, this big bowl of wine was actually killed by him in one breath!

"Hahaha...Okay!"

Wang Long laughed boldly, he filled his own bowl of sea, just like Cheng Fu's action, he drank the wine in one gulp, grabbed a piece of grilled fragrant, spicy, crispy salt and pepper beef ribs, chewed it and swallowed it. Going down, he poured a full bowl for Cheng Fu, who was busy eating fried pork chops, and poured another bowl for himself. He picked it up and said, "Come again!"

With a "bang", the two sea bowls collided, and under the violent force of the collision, the wine splashed and fell on the dishes below.

Wang Long and Chengfu didn't talk nonsense, just like this, you have a bowl, I have a bowl, and after a while, the whole altar of 20 kilograms of high-concentration burning knives will be consumed. The shop owner and the waiter on the side were dumbfounded and couldn't believe that these two alcoholics could drink so much!

After killing a jar of wine, Cheng Fu's face has turned red like a monkey's butt, his nose has become red and big, and the breath from his mouth is hot. On the other hand, Wang Long had already taken off his shirt, shirtless, and the pieces of fat on his body were all blushing, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were a little dull.

Cheng Fu grabbed the wine jar, brought the mouth of the jar to his mouth, shook it upside down a few times, dropped the last few drops of wine in his mouth, smacked his lips, and then shouted: "Uncle Li, come again. A jar!"

The shop owner looked at him worriedly before, if it wasn't for the ferocious big man Wang Long, he would have come to stop Cheng Fu from drinking. Hearing this, he quickly waved his hand and said, "You've had enough to drink today! I'm going to serve you sober soup..."

"What sobering soup!" Wang Long slapped the table vigorously, and the plates bounced up, shouting, "I'm happy today! It's been a long time since I've found one that can drink like me, so bring another jar! "

Seeing the two of them like this, Wang Ling was obviously drunk. Two violent martial arts masters were drunk, but it was no fun, so he smiled bitterly and said to the shop owner: "Let's bring more wine, these two are afraid If you don't drink, you won't give up, just let them have a good drink!"

Another 68-degree burning knife in the jar was put on the table with the messy cups and plates. Wang Long, who was dizzy, opened the lid of the wine jar and saw the sea bowl in front of Wang Ling. Pour a full bowl for him: "Boss! Why don't you drink a sip of wine, you are a man, you can't do it without drinking!"

Wang Ling's eyelids twitched as he looked at the big bowl of wine. If the beer was okay, but a person who had not drunk a few times, if he killed the seven or eight taels of wine, he would probably end up here. He was about to refuse, but Cheng Fu, who also drank too much, slapped him on the shoulder: "Brother Wang is right! Men don't drink, just do it!"

These two are worthy of being alcoholics, and they are also very characteristic Chinese-style alcoholics. As soon as they drink too much, they begin to call themselves brothers and force you to drink. He raised the wine bowl with a face. He took a sip of the wine first, and found that it was really unpleasant to drink. After gritted his teeth, he held his breath and closed his eyes, as if drinking pure water, he slammed a bowl of wine down.

"Cough cough cough..."

After finally drinking this bowl of wine, Wang Ling coughed out the choked tears. Just when he coughed suddenly, Cheng Fu raised the wine jar and poured him another bowl. After being poured down three bowls of wine in a row, Wang Ling's face also turned red, his vision blurred, and his body began to shake. Feeling the fiery heat from his throat to his stomach, his heart suddenly surged up with the arrogance that life should be like drinking in a big bowl and eating meat in a big mouth.

He took the initiative to pour out a bowl and drank it all in one breath under the applause of Wang Long and Chengfu. The dizzy Wang Ling gasped for breath. He felt a little stuffy and wanted to move his body. An impulse to fight!

As a young man who has basically never drank liquor a few times, he will naturally get drunk after being poured over two catties of a 68° burning knife. However, some people will sleep when drunk, some will chatter when drunk, and even some people will cry when they are drunk. Wang Ling's body obviously hides an element of violence, and when he is drunk, he wants to fight with others.

But after all, his physical attributes are higher than ordinary people, and his willpower and resistance are not weak. Resisting the urge to fight in his heart, he looks at Chengfu who is laughing. This is almost the same as Jackie Chan when he was young. Guy, a person, a song, and a set of punches suddenly popped up in his mind.

In the movie Drunken Fist 2, Jackie Chan played Huang Feihong, bravely entered the steel factory, defeated a famous British thug, and finally drank industrial alcohol, defeated the leg master Lu Huiguang with his wild drunken fist, and regained the national treasure. , how heroic!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ling opened his mouth, and the classic theme song from the movie rushed out of his throat:

I'm upside down, like the waves

There are ten thousand kinds of grievances, just smile

I go down, I go up

wobbly, unwilling to fall

I know the world in wine best

To make a name in the rivers and lakes, never use a knife

There are thousands of pounds of burden, I carry it on my shoulders

Don't complain, don't beg for forgiveness

I am willing to bend over to love

Drunk immortal hero

Don't say mad, mad people are kind

Don't laugh at idiots, because madness is hard to find

Don't be afraid of getting drunk, get drunk

And crazy and crazy and drunk while young...

This song is catchy to sing, similar to the song "Laugh Out of the Sea". No matter the melody or the lyrics, it has a deep appeal, especially when listening to drunkenness, it sings the voice of drunkards .

As a practitioner of "drunk boxing", all day long in drunkenness to relieve worries, bury everything in the bottom of my heart, but face everything with a smile. Cheng Fu felt that this song was written just for him. This song had a particularly strong appeal to him. After listening to Wang Ling sing the song again, he almost felt a sense of wanting to be big. The feeling of crying.

"There are ten thousand kinds of grievances, let me smile... I know the world in wine... Crazy and crazy and drunk while young..."

In his mouth, Cheng Fu silently recalled the lyrics, suddenly stood up, and staggered to the open space in the middle of the restaurant. With a flushed face, he burped and exhaled a large mouthful of alcohol. Then he raised his hands, curled and clenched his middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, and opened his thumb and index finger slightly, forming a very peculiar posture. , as if holding a wine glass in his hand.

Drunken fist starter style, cup hand!

"Drunken boxing, drunk boxing, drunken boxing, drunken boxing! Drunk boxing is also drunk, look at my set of drunk boxing!"

Chengfu's right foot is placed in front of his left foot, his body is slightly squatting and half-kneeling, his cup-holding hand is raised, his hands are circled, he poses a kneeling step to offer wine, and then his legs flick, his body jumps up, and he jumps with heavy legs, loose His bloomers made a loud noise driven by the strong wind - this jump with heavy legs is very characteristic. After jumping, the legs open like a split, and the landing drives the weight of the body down.

After landing, Chengfu retracted his arms, leaned forward up and down, and then bent his body back, such as using an iron plate bridge, leaning his head back, and using his waist to maintain his body shape~lightnovelpub.net~ The arms were alternately shot, and the cup-holding hand changed several gestures in succession, clicking, hitting, pinching, rushing, pressing, grid, and bumping, and actually hit a nirvana in the game:

"Drunk Tiger Fight!"

After a drunken tiger beating, Chengfu took a stroke and returned to a swaying posture. In fact, this posture also has a name, called "drunk walking". Leaning forward and backward, leaning left and right, and moving back and forth, left and right, are also called "staggering steps". Like the cup holder, they are the foundation of drunken boxing.

Stepping on a drunken step, Cheng Fu's figure flipped and kneeled and bounced, his strength stirred up his clothes, and his movements were illusory and real, hiding murderous intentions. After finishing a whole set of drunken fists, finally use the "Yellow Dragon Feet" retraction style, kick straight into the sky, and then kick back and land on the ground to lie down.

It was the first time for Wang Ling and Wang Long to see such a wonderful drunken fist. Even the owner of the shop, the waiter, and the chefs who came out to watch because of the noise here were all stunned. These people know that Chengfu, who is drunk every day and seems to have never been sober, has kung fu, but they don't know that his kung fu is so profound and his punches are so beautiful!

However, after performing the drunken fist, Chengfu lay dead on the ground, motionless, the shop owner hurried over to check, it turned out that this guy drank too much and punched again, the blood flow accelerated during the exercise, and the alcohol also dissipated To all parts of the body, this time completely drunk and fell asleep.

That Wang Long was also dizzy and wiped the sweat from his face. He and Cheng Fu killed a large jar of burning knives. No matter how good the amount of alcohol was, he could drink it, but he didn't exercise, and the alcohol dissipated slowly. Now that he was drunk, he wiped his face several times in a row, and suddenly "thumped" and fell on the table, and then the snoring sounded - this guy fell asleep too.