Yang Xuan and Guo Jing drank the drinks provided by Yang Xuan while eating beggar''s chicken.
"Burp ~ ~" Huang Rong suddenly burped, blushing and covering her mouth.
"Ha ha, Huang Rong, this drink is like this. If you drink too much, you will burp." Yang Xuan smiled.
"Wow, there''s delicious food." An old beggar came out of the woods.
He walked to Guo Jing and picked up the chicken and ate it with relish.
Guo Jing, who was robbed of the chicken, looked at the old beggar''s eating appearance and swallowed saliva. "Look, he eats really delicious."
"But why did he rob my chicken?" Huang Rong Duqi said.
But I saw the nine fingers of old beggar at a glance, and I took care of it as soon as my eyes turned.
Lao Jiaohua drank wine while eating chicken. He simply didn''t think of Shu. However, the wine he drank was in glass bottles. At this time, Yang Xuan didn''t know that Hong Qigong was the one who stole his family''s things.
Huang Rong threw half a chicken to Lao Jiaohua again. "See how delicious you eat, I''ll give you half more."
Hong Qigong was a little embarrassed with half a chicken, but the speed of his hand was amazing.
Guo Jing looked at Hong Qigong''s eating picture and said, "it looks really delicious."
"Then I just gave it to you. Why don''t you eat it?" Huang Rong said coquettishly.
"Well, I want you to eat first." Guo Jinghan is kind.
Vomit, vomit, lie in the trough. This wave of dog food is OK. I Yang Xuan don''t eat this dog food. Yang Xuan is beside me. Watching the two people show their love wantonly, my heart is about to spit sour water.
In just a few words, Hong Qigong had eaten the chicken with only a pile of bones. "I can''t eat your chicken for nothing. There was a fight yesterday. I picked up a gold dart and gave it to you." Hong Qigong threw a dart made of gold to Guo Jing.
"Senior, we treat you as a friend. There''s no charge for inviting a friend to eat." Guo Jing said foolishly.
Yang Xuan covered his forehead and said anything stupid from Guo Jing''s mouth. He felt very smooth, but he still felt very embarrassed.
Hong Qigong turned and said, "it''s a little difficult. I''ve never eaten such delicious chicken. Let''s go. What do you want to say?"
"No." Guo Jing said foolishly.
"In fact, our wish is very simple, that is to go to the market in front and cook some good dishes. Unfortunately, there is no expert in tasting." Huang Rong said.
Make trouble, Huang Rong starts the routine
Qi Gong, Yang Xuan looked at several people talking and felt very interesting.
After a few greetings, everyone casually found a small mountain shop. Yang Xuan picked his nails and did nothing. Huang Rong carefully cooked the dishes, Guo Jing started, and Hong Qigong watched with relish.
Who listens to the jade flute
Haoyun soup
and so on.
What Hong Qigong ate was called a fragrance. Yang Xuan also ate a few pieces.
As soon as the meat came into his mouth, Yang Xuan immediately brightened his eyes. It''s good. It''s much more reliable than the chefs in five-star hotels.
It''s true that people with martial arts skills cook. It takes time to pickle a lot of meat. Even if some meat is pickled for a long time, it won''t taste too good. Only by forcing the taste into the meat with internal force can it taste good. The fascia in the meat is broken. Tut Tut Tut, Huang Rong''s martial arts are not bad. It''s not expensive, Huang pharmacist''s daughter.
After eating, Hong Qigong felt that he owed a lot of favor this time. Hey, he smiled and said, "rong''er''s dishes are well done. Thank you Qigong. The so-called reactive power is not rewarded. Well, how about Qigong teaching you a few moves of Kung Fu."
Huang Rong raised her mouth in an instant and the routine was successful.
The routine has won the hearts of the people since ancient times. Even an expert like Hong Qigong can''t avoid vulgarity.
"What do you three want to learn?" Hong Qigong said with his hands on his back.
"Hey, hey, don''t count me. I always think it''s best to convince people by virtue." Yang Xuan smiled and gave Guo Jing the look to shut up.
What Guo Jinggang wanted to say was swallowed by Yang Xuan.
"Qigong, his martial arts are much worse than mine, and he often gets angry."
"Rong''er, although my martial arts are poor, I''m not bored." Guo Jing doesn''t know.
Huang Rong pulled Guo Jing''s clothes "brother Jing."
Yang Xuan is very depressed. The aura of the protagonist is really great. In this way, he can catch up with the goddess. It''s unfair. If Yang Xuan hadn''t got the system, he would still be a poor * * silk.
Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing and said, "look at his steady hands and feet. His internal skill foundation should not be weak. Well, you two call me."
Yang Xuan is also like to see if there is any trace of Xiaoyao sect''s martial arts in Huang Rong''s martial arts.
Huang Rong said strangely, "brother Jing, let''s really come." Then he blinked.
"Ah, really." Guo Jing was a little muttering.
"Senior, I''m shallow in Kung Fu. I hope you can give me more advice." Guo Jing Bao Quan do.
"Hum, a little guidance is almost the same
, more advice? It won''t pay. " Hong Qigong calculated his way.
Huang Rong began to attack Guo Jing. It''s a pleasure for you and me to fight.
Hong Qigong and Yang Xuan shook their heads at the same time.
"Rong''er, if you could use three points of your cooking skills to practice martial arts, you would have subdued the boy." Hong Qigong was impatient.
Huang Rong, after dodging Guo Jing with his lightness skill, turned back and slapped Guo Jing several meters away.
"Rong''er, good palm technique." Guo Jing stood up and said happily.
"You also learned some Kungfu taught by Quanzhen." Hong Qigong came over.
"Yes, I have studied internal skills with Taoist Ma Quanzhen for two years." Guo Jingdao.
In fact, Hong Qigong knew at a glance that Huang Rong used the Kung Fu of Taohua island. "Your father''s palm technique is so good. Why learn some fur Kung Fu from Lao Jiaohua."
"You know my father." Huang Rong asked knowingly.
"Then why don''t you know me? I''ve been fighting with your father for more than ten years. Your father is dongxie and I''m beibeggar. Why don''t you know me?" Hong Qigong smiled.
"How do you know I''m his daughter?" Huang Rong said coquettishly.
"How can I not recognize it? Do you know your long eyebrows, eyes and palming skills at a glance? What''s the good soup? Lun is strange. Your father is the first in the world." Hong Qigong said with a forthright smile.
"Is my father''s martial arts the best in the world?" Huang Rong asked eagerly.
"That''s not, nor am I. It''s the first in the world. It''s a Chinese supernatural power. The leader of Quanzhen religion is Wang Chongyang." Hong Qi is fair.
Yang Xuan took out the folding fan and fanned it. "Hey, the first in the world died so soon. I think it''s better to meet."
"What do you know, little doll?" Hong Qigong gushed.
"I''m really envious. Dongxie has such a daughter. If I had a daughter like you, how could I let her wander in the Jianghu?" Hong Qigong sighed.
"Who let him scold me for no reason." Huang Rong said sadly.
"You take this silly son-in-law back. Can your father let you go to the island?" Hong Qigong has a wonderful way.
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi are old friends. Such a clever man must be angry to see Guo Jing.
"Qigong, you teach brother Jing some excellent martial arts. If my father looks at Qigong''s face, he will like brother Jing. After all, you are a hero and a senior expert." Huang Rong''s Fox Tail gradually showed up and flattered.