Chapter 144 The turtle above the head of the drunkard

Han Ruoli followed Xiao Yuer into the huge restaurant. After seeing Han Ruoli, some people immediately stopped talking and buried their heads in bitterness. Han Ruoli also saw that these people hated themselves and did not like to sit at the same table with a horse feeder.

The expressions of many students were very strange, and the old man Pan, the head of the Shushan School, also saw it. He was afraid of a joke from the empty master. He waved to Xiao Yuer and said, "Come here and sit here. There is still a seat."

Xiao Yuer said happily to Han Ruoli, "Let's sit next to Master, and there is still a seat."

There are only five people following Mr. Pan's table: the wine monk, Master Void, the eldest disciple Pan Zhihao and Pan Xiaofeng. Now there are seven people, including Han Ruoli and Xiao Yuer. Pan Zhiqiang and others saw that Han Ruoli could sit at that table. They were angry and annoyed, and they couldn't wait to take Han Ruoli out and beat him violently.

Old Pan and Master Void are next to each other. On the other side of Master Void is the drunken monk. Xiao Yuer sat on the other side of Old Pan and said to Han Ruoli, "Come and sit here."

Han Ruoli sat down "very well" and was set between Pan Zhihao and Xiao Yuer. Master Void recognized other people, but he didn't recognize Han Ruoli and asked, "Who is this?"

Old Pan said, "This man used to be a beggar. Xiao Yuer saw that he was always bullied, so she took him to Shu Mountain. Now he is responsible for feeding the horse."

Xiao Yuer said, "Master, his name is Brother Ma."

"Amitabha." Master Void said, "Xiao Yuer is kind-hearted and predestined to Buddha. No wonder Master Jingbai wants to accept you as an apprentice."

Xiao Yuer stuck out her tongue and said, "The teacher is kind to me, but I don't know how to cherish it and fail to live up to the beauty of the teacher."

Master Void said, "Don't say that Master Jingbai wants to accept you as an apprentice, even I want to accept you as an apprentice."

Xiao Yuer bowed her head to eat and stopped talking. The drunken had already quit eating. He ate the vegetarian dishes on the table and patted his stomach and asked, "Is there any wine?" It's a little unpleasant to eat vegetables."

Pan Zhihao didn't expect the monk to drink. Thinking that the drunken monk had just said that he had been expelled from Shaolin, and there was no need to abide by the Qing rules and regulations of the Shaolin Temple. He hurriedly said, "I'm going to get it now. Please wait a moment."

"Go and go!" The drunkard never is pretentious. He thinks and says anything. He is very straightforward. Pan Zhilong whispered to Pan Zhifeng beside him, "Brother, look at that big monk. I really don't know how many pounds he has, and he dares to order the elder brother. I really complain for my big brother."

Pan Zhifeng responded, "Why don't we let the pony find the bad luck of the drunken monk?"

"What's the matter?" Pan Zhilong said, "What's your good idea?"

Pan Zhifeng said, "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later. If the pony can make the stinky monk make a fool of himself, even if he can't let the stinky monk make a fool of himself, he will suffer a lot of losses, and we will have nothing to lose."

"But how to do it?"

At this time, Pan Zhiqiang, the second disciple, said, "I have a way..." He whispered to the other two brothers and two sisters. After hearing this, the four of them laughed and forth.

After a while, Pan Zhihao came over with a bucket of wine, carefully filled the drunken monk, and then poured it on himself. He put down the wine jar and picked up the bowl. "I don't know if this friend is drinking. He didn't take good care of him just now..."

Before Pan Zhihao finished his words, the drunken monk had drunk a bowl of wine and put down the bowl and said to Pan Zhihao, "I'm a rude person. Don't be polite to me. Don't say anything. I don't like those hypocritical guest talks. If you drink, you have to be happy!" It's going to be cool. What a messy mother-in-law, drinking! Drink!"

Pan Zhihao was not angry but was very happy and said, "Okay! Just drink." He looked up and drank a bowl of wine. When the drunken saw that Pan Zhihao, the eldest disciple, was not a pretentious person, he immediately laughed happily, "I like such a friend! Come on, keep drinking. It would be better if you could hold the jar and drink.

Old Pan wink at Pan Zhihao. Pan Zhihao immediately got it. He went out to fill a few jars for a long time and came in to drink with the drunken.

Old Pan and Master Void spoke gradually, but the sound of the drunken monk and Pan Zhihao's punching was louder and louder. Pan Zhihao was completely accompanied by drinking. He did what the drunken monk was.

In the middle of the meal, Pan Zhilong, Pan Zhiqiang and Pan Zhifeng each came over with a bowl of wine and said, "The three of us came to pay a toast to the big monk brother."

The drunken held the wine jar and said, "I drink with the wine jar. You use it late, is that right? ...Forget it! Forget it!" The drunken monk said again, "It seems that you can't drink it either. I won't care about you." With that, he picked up the wine jar and "push" it into his mouth. The wine flowed down his cheeks, which was very heroic.

The three people put down the bowl and echoed the drunken's drinking capacity for a while.

Suddenly, Pan Zhilong pointed to Han Ruoli's feet and said, "What is this?" With that, he bent down to pick up a piece of paper.

Han Ruoli sat there and never spoke. Everyone at a table stared at the paper. Pan Zhilong opened the paper and was a portrait. It was painted by a drunken monk, but the scar on his head turned into a line, and two front claws and two back claws were added, and finally there was a tail.

"Wow! This is not the opposite..." Pan Zhilong didn't say anything, but his eyes were opposite to the drunken monk.

The drunken monk stood up, grabbed the paper with his long arm, and saw himself on it. There was actually a bastard painted on his head. He was furious. He took the painting to Han Ruoli's side and asked, "Who painted this? How dare you draw a bastard on the head of the sprinkler's house? Is it you?"

Pan Zhilong waved his hand and said, "I dare not! Dare! How dare we joke with the distinguished guests? This paper was found under the pony. Pan Zhilong suddenly asked harshly, "Xiao Ma, did you just draw a portrait of this monk under the tree? Why did you draw a bastard above his head? Say it! Why?"

The tone of this sentence is not right, as if it has been determined that it was painted by Han Ruoli.

The drunken monk got out of the table, grabbed Han Ruoli's chest, lifted Han Ruoli, and asked loudly, "What's wrong with you?" Are you going to draw a peeing bastard on your head? You look at the bastard with a line behind his buttocks. Have you just peed?

The tail of the bastard was painted on it, but it was mistaken for urine by the drunken monk.

Han Ruo couldn't talk. He knew that it was useless to explain. Master Void said, "Don't be rude. Put down this donor."

"Huh!" The drunkard obeyed the words of Master Void and did not resist at all. He left Han Ruoli and returned to his position angrily. Han Ruoli could have stood firmly on the ground, but he deliberately sat on the chair, then rolled back and fell to the ground. So much is nothing more than making others think that he has no martial arts at all.

Who knew that Master Void suddenly stood up, walked to Han Ruoli, bent down to help him up, and said, "You didn't hurt the prince!"

Han Ruoli shook his head.

Pan Zhihao, as the eldest disciple of the Shushan School, naturally smeared the Shushan School and said to Han Ruoli, "Little horse, what are you doing? Friends of Shaolin Temple are our distinguished guests. How can you make such a joke? Why don't you kneel down and apologize?"

Let Han Ruoli kneel down? It's harder than climbing to the sky. Han Ruoli stood up stubbornly, stood still, and looked down at no one.

Pan Zhiqiang, the second disciple, saw that Han Ruoli could not leave and kicked Han Ruoli's back knee from behind. He wanted Han Ruoli to kneel on the ground, but he lost seven points of strength. He was confident enough to let Han Ruoli kneel down, but he knew that this feeling greatly made him in an accident. Han Ruoli stood there motionless, and his legs were as straight as a tree trunk.

Everyone present saw that the kick was very hard, and Han Ruoli's performance was completely beyond everyone's expectation. Xiao Yuer grabbed Han Ruoli's arm and said anxiously to the drunken, "Monk friend, this painting is definitely not painted by Brother Ma."

"How do you know?" Pan Zhilong said, "Obviously, he painted it. He accidentally fell to the ground and I saw it."

"No!" Xiao Yuer said, "Brother Ma has never seen a big monk friend, and the big monk friend has just gone up the mountain. Since the big monk friend went up the mountain, Brother Ma has been dozing under the tree. Until I just called him to come over for dinner, he has never left the tree. How can he have pen, ink paper and inkstone to paint to insult the big monk? Where's my friend?"

Pan Zhilong said, "Little sister, how do you know that he hasn't left? Maybe you didn't see it. He was bored under the tree every day. He happened to see the great monk friend going up the mountain and went to paint with pen, ink, paper and inkstone when he was bored.

"Absolutely." Xiao Yuer said anxiously, "Don't misunderstand Brother Ma. Brother Ma hasn't left the tree all afternoon. Because there are a lot of willow catkins in spring, there is no wind today, and a layer of willow catkins fell on the ground. When I went there, I was still sighing that the willow catkins were like white snow, and I only left a series of footprints on it."

Pan Zhilong said, "The little sister must have read it wrong."

Xiao Yuer's tears rolled in her eyes and said, "Fourth brother, don't you believe what I said? But Xiaoyuer didn't lie to you. Xiaoyuer didn't lie.

Master Void was about to cry when he saw Xiao Yuer and said, "Amitabha, let Lao Yan see this painting."

The drunken monk gave the painting into a ball to Master Void. Master Void opened the painting and said with a smile, "This painting is a little similar. Just joke about it. You don't look at the turtle above your head, but Xuanwu. Xuanwu above his head, that is the appearance of great wealth. I would also like to thank this painting friend.

The drunkard laughed when he heard the master say so.

Pan Zhilong can't say anything more. Old Pan is not confused. He can easily see what's going on. He suppressed the anger in his heart and gave Pan Zhilong a white look. Pan Zhilong didn't feel well and sweated on his back.

The drunken monk suddenly remembered something and walked to Han Ruoli and asked, "Do you know martial arts?"

Han Ruoli was shocked. Was it discovered? Facing the problem of drunken monks? Han Ruoli figured out how to answer so as not to show the flaws? Thinking of hearing Xiao Yuer mention it, Old Pan said to Xiao Yuer that he had a strong true spirit in his body. I have been pretending to be stupid during this period, and old man Pan has not asked. Now the drunken monk's question will inevitably remind me of this matter. Master Void is here again. Although his appearance has changed, if you stare at it carefully, you can still recognize him. What's more, Master Void is none other than him. He is Taishanbei in martial arts. Dou, at this time, Han Ruoli is really worried about being exposed. If it is exposed, the "white-haired fairy kills all the dog thieves in the world" will all be clear. What should I do?

Han Ruoli can't make up his mind, but he is very clear that if he panics, he will feel guilty. Therefore, no matter what happens, you can't panic at this time. Before Han Ruoli said anything, the drunken asked, "Are you deaf?" Why don't you answer? Are you going back to martial arts?

Han Ruo was centrifugal. Since he simply pretended to be crazy and stupid, he continued to pretend and looked up at the drunken with confused eyes.

The drunken monk is grumpy and has always been unrestrained. He doesn't care about anyone present on any occasion. As long as he feels unhappy, he can attack at any time. "If you don't talk, I have to try." With that, he will compare with Han Ruoli.

"Don't..." Xiao Yuer stood in front of Han Ruoli and said, "Big monk friend, Brother Ma is a fool. He doesn't know anything."

This time, the drunkard was surprised. He looked at Han Ruoli stupidly. Han Ruoli did not dare to look at the drunkard for too long. He lowered his head and secretly thanked Xiao Yuer.