"Chuchu, have you been drinking?"

Jiang Li sat next to Chuchu, a little surprised.

"Sir, I just drank three sips!"

Chuchu stretched out three fingers and said aggrievedly: "I was very thirsty just now. I wanted a pot of hot tea to quench my thirst, but the restaurant only sells wine and no tea.

"Those old men drank like water. I also tried to order a bowl. I didn't expect it to be so spicy. I wanted to go out to buy water, but I was afraid that the young master would not find me, so I followed the example of those old men.

Ordered a plate of peanuts!"

"Then how did you drink the other two sips!" Jiang Li couldn't help laughing.

"I listened to the grandfathers telling stories about killing enemies at the border when they were young. I felt so heroic and happy, so I took two more sips!"

The little girl lowered her head and said calmly: "Master, please don't laugh at Chuchu."

"What does this young master want to eat?"

An old man in commoner clothes with gray hair came over to greet him. He was tall, and although he was over seventy years old, his steps were steady and strong. There were many scars left by the fire on his vicissitudes of life.

"Old man, what do you sell in this restaurant?" Jiang Li asked.

"The pot contains well-cooked and fine mutton. If you are too tired of it, there are also some seasonal vegetables. There is only one kind of wine. The Shao Daozi from Longxi is delicious and spicy. If you are not used to it, you can go to the Xiaoyu Restaurant next door for delicious dishes.

It’s finer and the wine is softer!”

The old man with the fire scar had a strong frontier accent in his voice, and he spoke straightforwardly.

"A pot of water to boil the mutton, a pot of hot wine, and the old man can arrange two plates of seasonal vegetables!" Jiang Li said.

He finally understood why this restaurant, located on Ten Mile Street, was still deserted.

Such a simple and simple dish is much richer than this, not to mention the prosperous ten-mile long street, or the inn on Guan Road outside the city.

During the years Jiang Li was in the Hou Mansion, he and Chu Chu could only eat meat during the holidays, so he didn't mind.

"Sir, wait a moment."

The old man with the fire scar was slightly surprised. He did not expect that the young disciple of the Hou family in front of him would choose to stay.

However, he didn't say much, and after a while, a large basin of boiled mutton, a pot of roasting knives and two plates of vegetables were served.

The mutton is well cooked, and only some seasonings such as Sichuan peppercorns and star anise are added to remove the mutton and enhance the freshness, retaining the original taste of the mutton.

The two plates of seasonal vegetables are quite simple, but the ingredients are fresh and delicious.

Jiang Li ate a big mouthful of meat and a big bowl of wine, feeling satisfied.

The wine is very spicy, and when you take one sip, it is like a stream of heat, and your throat and esophagus feel a burning pain.

"Ahem, it's so spicy, so spicy"

When Chuchu saw Jiang Li eating meat and drinking wine, he started to imitate him in a decent manner. As a result, he burst into tears and ate vegetables wildly, causing the diners on the side to laugh.

In addition to Jiang Li and Chu Chu's table, there are five or six tables of guests in the lobby, all of whom are very old. Except for one or two who are wearing brocade clothes, most of them are wearing coarse shorts and civilian clothes.

Although these people have different looks and statures, they all have a heroic, iron-clad and chilling look that has been tempered by wind and snow for a long time.

"This is what I, a descendant of the great Zhou dynasty, should look like!"

A thin but energetic one-armed old man slapped the table: "Shengjing is the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, where the heroic spirit of the country gathers. But look at the disciples of the noble families in Shengjing City. They are all well-dressed and well-fed, arty and elegant.

In the past days, I only know how to recite poems and compose poems, and moan without any illness. How can I protect my territory in the Great Zhou Dynasty like this!"

"The hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty has enjoyed peace for a long time. In recent years, the imperial court has also shown signs of emphasizing civility over military power. Among all the nine states in the world, we, the Great Zhou Dynasty, enjoy the richest land. The surrounding wolves are eyeing them with eager eyes, and they wish everyone could come forward and tear them apart!" Another

A burly red-haired old man drinks strong liquor and worries about the country and the people.

"This year Beimang is approaching, and the emperor has sent Xin Yonghou to lead the troops to fight against the enemy. I really want to go with him. In this place of luxury and pleasure, my bones are almost broken on the bodies of my three aunts at home. I have no strength at all.

Vent everywhere!"

A fat old man dressed in brocade and wearing various gemstone rings dropped the sheep bones in his hand, walked to the center of the lobby, took a stance, and punched several times.

Although his fist speed is very slow, he has a feeling of lifting weight with ease. When the fist moves back, he suddenly exerts force, and the clothes on his body suddenly rise up, making a loud bang bang sound.

"Taizu Changquan!"

Jiang Li's eyes lit up. He had been practicing Taizu Changquan hard these past few days. Although the intensity was very low, he already had some eyesight.

The old man in golden clothes moved forward with his fists, his steps were light and flexible, but his fists were bold and unrestrained, and his momentum was surging, like a rushing river, showing his profound knowledge of boxing.

Comparing the two, Jiang Li felt that his Taizu Changquan was just like a child playing house.

"Hahaha, old man Zhao, with your skills, you should leave your newly married third-bedroom wife to me to take care of her!"

The burly old man laughed loudly. He also stood up from the bench, walked to the center of the lobby, and directly started to pound his waist and ribs. Although it was also the Taizu Changquan, it had a different look.

His punches are as fast as thunder, his hands and steps are connected, and they follow each other up and down. His power is like the wind, with the potential to destroy everything.

"The great Taizu Changquan, how come you guys beat me up so hard that you girls scream!"

The one-armed old man also jumped out. His body was agile and agile, like a civet cat. Although he held a fist with one hand, he truly demonstrated Taizu's long fist, which has a body like a cat and moves like lightning. His boxing skills were even better than those of the two.

Up.

"Brother Zhu's boxing skills are still so domineering!"

"Although Mr. Qian's arm was broken by Japanese bandits, he has not lost his skills over the years, but has improved a lot!"

The old men at the other tables first cheered and applauded, and then they couldn't bear the itch, so they all walked out of the venue and started fighting together.

The small restaurant lobby seems to have become a battlefield for martial arts.

"The boxing techniques used by these old people are all Taizu Changquan, but the boxing movements and artistic conception are completely different. Each has its own merits. Without exception, they all have profound attainments!" Jiang Li couldn't help but stand up.

The Taizu Changquan he mastered came from the boxing records collected from Tieba and Tiejiu.

The previous practice was just copying a cat and doing something behind closed doors.

But at this moment, all the veterans were performing in front of him at the same time, as if they were taught by many experienced masters.

Jiang Li looked at it very carefully and carefully, and gradually began to imitate it, constantly correcting the deviations in his practice based on the movements and skills of the veterans.

Deep in my mind, the mysterious bone that had been floating in the altar suddenly emitted a white light, and many fuzzy little people appeared in the transparent bones.

They jumped around and performed movements such as overhanging, cutting, blocking, sealing, closing, entangling, sweeping, kicking, etc. They were actually imitating the Taizu Changquan of the old soldiers.

Jiang Li was concentrating and did not notice the changes in the mysterious bones in his mind.

He felt as if he had suddenly become enlightened, and as if the movements of the veterans in his sight suddenly slowed down.

He can understand and master all kinds of boxing movements ten times and a hundred times faster.

"What a young man. Although his body is thin, his mind is very high!"

"Young man, remember the key points, assess the situation and observe carefully. When you are weak, rush straight into the middle door. When you are strong, avoid the front and move around to hammer!"

"No, no, young man, your punch missed the target!"

Jiang Li's movements became more and more loud, and the veterans who were performing martial arts in the middle of the hall also noticed Jiang Li.

Although the young man has a weak foundation and seems to have never practiced martial arts, he is fully focused and extremely attentive.

The energetic appearance made the old soldiers seem to see the tiger-like appearance of the younger generation in Zhou Dynasty.

They gradually came closer, surrounding Jiang Li in the center, and kept walking around him, using their boxing skills while constantly correcting Jiang Li's body movements.

In the lobby on the first floor of Yumen Restaurant, a strange scene soon appeared.

The old soldiers moved around the young man, as if the sunset that was about to go out was surrounding a new rising sun.
Chapter completed!