Lin'an plan begins.
Dozens of experts acted in batches. Since they were in batches, someone must have formed a team.
Then Guo Jing received a warm welcome.
They were all men, and they were really curious about how Guo Jing could last three days and three nights in that brothel. Of course, it's just out of curiosity, not because they are in poor health.
Faced with the unprecedented enthusiasm from everyone, Guo Jing quickly refused. He was still preparing to live in a world of one person and one cat with Brother Le.
Also, when he goes back this time, he has to ask Rong'er what happened after staying in the brothel for three days and three nights!
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Outside Jindu City, there is a temporarily dug hidden cave.
Huang Rong touched the black ash on her face and looked at the twenty Yuan-Building Pills in the box, feeling very excited. She finally completed what Brother Jing told her to do.
"Tap tap tap~" Guo Jing walked in with a heavy expression.
"Brother Jing, you're back! Look, I've helped you refine this Yuan-Building Pill." Huang Rong said happily.
Seeing that Huang Rong's once fair as snow face was stained with black ash, Guo Jing felt relieved.
"Rong'er, a few days ago..."
"Brother Le took me there!" Huang Rong said quickly.
After saying that, the girl grabbed Guo Jing's arm pitifully: "Brother Jing, you also know that I can't beat Brother Le."
Miao Le:? ? ?
"Meow~"
This is pure slander! You were obviously the one who said it was fun, and you also said you were treating me!
Miao Le stood up and shouted, very dissatisfied.
Huang Rong pointed at the little yellow cat and said softly: "Brother Jing, look, Brother Le has stood up. It's obvious that he wants to take responsibility!"
Miao Le:......
Guo Jing:......
If he hadn't been able to understand Brother Le, he would have actually believed it.
Guo Jing had a headache, but since this person and the cat were gone, could he still hit someone? He wanted to fight, but these two guys were now united and couldn't fight.
Forget it, just leave here and find another place.
"Okay, forget it this time, next time..."
"I will take you with me next time, brother Jing, don't worry." Huang Rong vowed.
Guo Jing's heart stirred, and then he calmed down: "That's not what I meant."
"Don't worry, Brother Jing, I won't tell Sister Huazheng!"
"Meow~"
I keep it a secret too!
Guo Jing:......
In the end, Guo Jing retreated. With his eloquence, he couldn't defeat Huang Rong, so he had no choice but to pack up his things and set off.
Two people and one cat, riding horses, staying in inns when they get to the city, and tasting delicious food from all over the country. If there is no city, they just live in the wilderness.
It has to be said that Huang Rong has good cooking skills. In her hands, the game, wild fruits and wild grass from the mountains can be transformed into magic, and she cooks many good things.
It's easy without kitchen utensils in the wild. Le Ge's claws are sharp and he can easily chip out decent pots and bowls by finding a few big rocks.
In these days, Guo Jing also learned how to swim, which actually means holding one's breath to breathe, and the skills Guo Jing once learned on the bronze corpse had the knack for this.
In the end, Huang Rong felt ashamed and even began to ask for advice on the art of holding one's breath.
On this day, the two of them easily passed the Song Dynasty border and came to the bank of the Yangtze River. It was already evening and the dusk was hazy. ….
Guo Jing looked at the great river going eastward, with rolling white waves and endless fields. The river from the upper reaches was flowing continuously and never stopped. He felt that his chest was full of heroic spirit and his body seemed to be one with the river.
A moment later, they actually started fisting on the river bank. The Big Demon-Suppressing Fist was powerful in every move. Then they rushed into the water, causing turbulence under the water. Finally, a huge whirlpool even appeared on the river surface.
After a long time, Guo Jing's figure flashed and appeared on the shore, closing his eyes and thinking.
Huang Rong stood aside quietly, staring at the figure of her sweetheart, almost feeling as if she was about to fall into the endless sea.
Sleep.
His appearance was not outstanding, and he was wearing very ordinary coarse clothes, but there seemed to be something unique about him, which could not be explained clearly.
If I had to describe it, it would be a kind of nobility similar to a higher level of life, which seems to attract me closer all the time.
He was so dazzling at this time, so dazzling that Huang Rong felt that he was like the sun in the sky, while she was just a little bug that was so humble in the dust that she didn't even dare to talk to anyone.
After a long time, Guo Jing opened his eyes, and a ray of light as bright as the starry sky seemed to flash away.
"Rong'er, what's wrong?"
Huang Rong paused and shook her head quickly: "No, it's okay!"
No, she has to be reserved. Her father has taught her that others will not cherish things that are too easy to obtain.
For example, she once had several senior brothers and sisters. Her father worked hard to raise them and teach them martial arts skills. However, two of them actually betrayed their master and stole the martial arts.
It also caused her mother to die after working so hard to recite martial arts.
Guo Jing looked around: "Where's Brother Le?"
"Cluck, cluck, cluck~" Turning around, he saw a little yellow cat dragging a fat rooster back.
Huang Rong took out the Emei thorn, walked over, grabbed the rooster skillfully, stood it upside down, plucked the hair from the throat, pricked it, and drained the blood.
A moment later, the rooster with its loud voice died peacefully.
Guo Jing:......
There was silence for a moment: "Brother Le, have you paid for this cock?"
"Meow!"
Give it!
Miao Le was confident. Is he the kind of cat that eats a king's meal?
Guo Jing took something out of his pocket and found that out of the 100 taels of gold given by Huazheng, he gave 50 taels to Huang Rong. Now there are still 10 taels left. How much did you give me, rooster?
After a while, Huang Rong used an Emei steel thorn to make an incision on the back of the rooster, washed and peeled off the internal organs without plucking the hair, and then asked Guo Jing to put a package containing seasonings on the back of the little red horse, as well as a bamboo basket containing the big red snake. Bring it.
These various seasonings were collected recently under Brother Le's command. They all have their own advantages. Huang Rong fell in love with them after using them a few times.
First put some seasonings into the rooster's belly to marinate and pat, firstly to remove the fishy smell, and secondly to add flavor.
Then he gave the big red snake a wink. The big red snake obediently squeezed out a lot of blood from the unhealed wound. Huang Rong used the precious blood to mix the glutinous rice.
Guo Jing quickly took out the ginseng from his arms and fed the big red snake a bite. After eating the ginseng, the big red snake climbed back into the cage by the familiar route.
run? Food, shelter, and protection from the boss are all included, so why run away?
Huang Rong then processed the ingredients, stuffed the mixed glutinous rice, wild vegetables, and shiitake mushrooms into the chicken belly, then sealed the mouth at the back with a slice of lemon, and finally wrapped the outside of the chicken with water and a ball of mud, and lit a fire to roast it. ….
After roasting for a while, a sweet aroma came out of the mud. When the wet mud dried completely, Guo Jing used his inner strength to protect his hands and peeled off the dry mud. The chicken feathers fell with the mud. The chicken was white and tender, and the aroma was fragrant.
The little yellow cat stood next to it, standing straight up, almost sticking its head into the fire, watching eagerly, it was so greedy.
Huang Rong laughed, took out three stone bowls, and began to share the food.
"Bring it to you!" Someone suddenly said from behind.
However, Guo Jing reacted very quickly and struck him with a powerful palm.
The man had no choice but to change his claws into palms and face him.
"Bang~"
In an instant, dust was everywhere, and Huang Rong was immediately disgraced. The little yellow cat held the chicken and stood on her shoulder, looking curiously over there.
"Bah, bah, bah~" Huang Rong spat out a few mouthfuls of dirt, which was still charcoal ash, and looked at the spotless little yellow cat and beggar's chicken on her shoulders, feeling very angry.
Isn't she more important than a chicken?
When he came to his senses, Brother Jing was already fighting with the person over there.
The enemy is a middle-aged beggar with a rectangular face, a slight beard under the chin, thick hands and feet, and his clothes are patched here and there, but they are clean. He held a green bamboo stick in his hand, as bright as jade, and carried a large gourd painted in vermilion on his back.
After all, it's just a chicken.
Guo Jing did not make any heavy moves and used the acupoint grabbing technique taught to him by his second master, Zhu Cong.
There may not be anything weird about his moves, but he is fast and powerful. The old beggar felt unable to resist in a moment, so he had to pick up the green bamboo stick to resist, using softness to overcome hardness, trip, split, entangle, poke, pick, lead, seal, etc. Turn... After dozens of moves, the two of them were evenly matched.
Guo Jing became more and more excited as he fought. Ever since he accidentally knocked down his masters a few years ago, he had never met an opponent who could compete with him in terms of moves.
The martial arts on that bronze corpse is almost the culmination of all martial arts in the world. After practicing the unique skills above, he can understand the secrets of many other martial arts at a glance.
For example, the Jin Yan Gong was used to take Yang Tiexin to escape last time.
And when fighting Le Ge, he would be crushed every time by speed, and he would be slapped in the face by claws, which was no fun at all.
Therefore, the more he fought, the more excited he became, and he even began to study the martial arts of this old beggar.
soft? He would too, if only he had a whip now.
Huang Rong and Le Ge each stood aside with a chicken drumstick, watching with gusto. They didn't expect that a meal would add to the entertainment.
After a while.
"No fight, no fight! When did such a little monster appear in the world, and his moves can match mine?" The old beggar took a few steps back and yelled.
At his current age, it is too mentally draining to keep seeing tricks. If he uses his internal strength to crush him, just to grab a chicken, he will probably be laughed out of his mouth if he talks about it.
Stepping aside, the old beggar looked at the beggar's chicken in the stone basin in front of the little girl. He salivated. After thinking for a while, he took out a golden dart from his arms and said, "Hey, little girl, I'll buy it. I'll use this golden dart." Buy your chicken ass."
Huang Rong saw that his right hand holding the gourd only had four fingers, and one index finger was missing, and she thought of some anecdotes about the world. One of the people as famous as her father Dong Xie seems to be the Northern Beggar: Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered divine beggar.
It turns out that his brother Jing is already strong enough to be on par with the Five Ultimates in the world? ….
I have such a good eye!
Huang Rong felt a little complacent, then she tore off the chicken butt and threw it over: "No need for the golden escort. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll treat you to it!"
The old beggar quickly took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ah! It's so beautiful and delicious." A pleasant cry came over.
Huang Rong curled her lips, ignorant!
When Guo Jing came over, Huang Rong quickly carried the stone bowl and bamboo chopsticks over: "Brother Jing, are you tired? I left chicken wings and glutinous rice for you."
"Gulu~" After a while, the old beggar came over and looked around, swallowing saliva from time to time.
When I saw that the little yellow cat had the most food in the bowl, I felt even more regretful that such delicious food was in vain.
Huang Rong looked impatient: "Senior, how can we eat like this?"
The old beggar rubbed his hands: "Hey, even my beggar ancestors can't manage such an amazing beggar chicken. And how did you make this glutinous rice? It's as red as blood, and it actually smells like an essence. The power of medicine."
Guo Jing saw that the old man was really pitiful, so he took out another stone bowl and gave some to him: "Eat."
"Great!" The old beggar didn't even need chopsticks, he just grabbed it with his hands, and even cried while eating.
"Senior, isn't it delicious?" Guo Jing asked curiously.
The old name was crying and patted my belly: "Woohoo, you have eaten so delicious today, and you will never be again, how can you live!"
"Pfft~" Huang Rong finally couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that the Five Ultimates in the World have this kind of personality.
Miao Le also grinned while eating. He was clever and found a man who could attract both rich women and chefs.
Huang Rong rolled her eyes and had an idea: "Senior, if you want to eat delicious food again, it's easy. As long as you can win one and a half moves from my brother Jing, I will cook you a dish you have never tasted before. "
According to her estimation, although Brother Jing is a natural talent, he still lacks fighting experience. If he can fight against Bei Bei for a period of time without losing, he won't be afraid even if his father comes to him in the future.
"It's a deal!" the old beggar said happily.
It's not his fault. Ever since Wang Chongyang died, no one in the world can defeat him. The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms are extremely strong, the Dog Beating Stick is extremely soft, and there is also a Qinggong that allows you to travel freely, who can stop him?
After eating, Huang Rong went to clean the stone bowls and pots. This set of kitchen utensils was dug out by the little yellow cat by chance. She tried it and the pot did not break no matter how heated it was. Moreover, no matter where it was baked, the entire pot was at the same temperature, so she kept it.
Anyway, the little red horse is very strong and can carry a lot of things.
Half a quarter of an hour later, when Huang Rong came back from cleaning the kitchen utensils, she saw the old beggar sitting on a stone on the shore with a dull look on his face, muttering to himself: "Impossible, impossible, it must be an illusion!"
The little yellow cat was standing in front of him, tilting his head and looking around, as if wondering why there was such a fool here.
"Brother Jing, did you win?" Huang Rong walked to Guo Jing's side and asked in surprise.
Guo Jing scratched his head and said stupidly: "No, but just now, senior and I had a palm fight, and we were evenly matched, and he suddenly acted like this."
Huang Rong understood the situation as soon as her eyes rolled. It was obvious that Hong Qigong began to doubt himself. If Brother Jing could be as equal as him at such an age, how could he still do it in the future?
There is no need to actually compete in internal strength, the two of them are not life-or-death enemies.
But if this great master is beaten to the point of collapse, won't Brother Jing be without a sparring partner, and won't the time she and Brother Jing spend alone together become shorter?
After thinking for a while, Huang Rong jumped up and down to Hong Qigong: "Qi Gong, you are so powerful. Just now, Brother Jing said that he was distracted by your slap and it took a long time to recover. You won!
I will cook you a delicious dish later called: Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night! "
Only then did Hong Qigong come back to his senses: "Really?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's true, more real than pearls!" Huang Rong nodded quickly and kicked the little yellow cat with her little feet.
Miao Le was stunned for a moment, then: "Meow!"
After all, he is a chef, so he still has to give face.
"Huh, that's good. I thought I was too old to be a beggar." Hong Qigong breathed a sigh of relief.
Half a month later, Hong Qigong looked at the eighteen white dragon-shaped Qi surrounding Guo Jing and was dumbfounded.
Is this the Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon or the Eighteen Palms for Controlling the Dragon?
Moreover, didn't Huang Yatou say that his internal strength was similar to her brother Jing's? Why does he only have one, while others have eighteen?
Also, I didn’t teach this kid the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. How could he do it, and he could use it even more powerfully than me? Damn it.
He suspected that he, an old man in the world, had been deceived!
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My little carp
