Chapter 254 Thinking about the sword mark on the cliff

Hong Qigong was a master who knew how to eat. At this moment, he took out a piece of green cloth, wrapped the chicken and the hundreds of centipedes together, and led Yang Guo down the mountain with a smile.

Yang Guo followed him, feeling secretly frightened, and said:

"Is this centipede really edible?"

At this time, a pot of snow water was boiling on the previously built fire.

Hong Qigong carefully opened the bag, held the centipede's tail, and watched as the centipedes kept twisting but could not hurt him.

He threw the live centipedes into the pot one by one. The centipedes fell into the boiling water and were scalded to death on the spot.

Hong Qigong explained, "When a centipede is about to die, it will spit out all its venom, so this pot of snow water is extremely poisonous and must not be drunk."

Then he ordered Yang Guo to pour the pot of poisonous water into the cliff.

When Yang Guo came back, he happened to see Hong Qigong take out a knife and cut off the head and tail of the centipede. He squeezed it gently, and the centipede shell fell off like a shrimp shell, revealing the centipede meat inside, which was white and transparent, as if

Like prawns.

Yang Guo looked at the centipede's flesh and couldn't help but think to himself.

"This way, it may not be edible."

Hong Qigong seemed to be a slovenly old beggar, but after putting it away like this, he boiled two more pots of snow water and blanched the centipede meat again, leaving no trace of poisonous water.

Then he took out seven or eight large and small iron boxes from his backpack. The boxes were filled with condiments such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

Yang Guo was secretly surprised when he saw it. He didn't expect that this old man was not carrying any hidden weapons, but some condiments. He was indeed a connoisseur of gourmet food.

I saw Hong Qigong blanch all the centipedes on the ground, then put the centipede meat into the oil pan and deep-fried it.

A scent immediately hits your nose.

Yang Guo couldn't help being surprised and amused when he saw him swallowing his saliva with a greedy look on his face.

Hong Qigong waited until the centipedes were fried to a light yellow color, then added the seasoning and mixed well.

It had just been cooked, and before it came out of the pot, he couldn't wait to reach out and lift a piece of it into the pot, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

Then he didn't say anything about his taste, he just closed his eyes slightly and let out a long sigh, feeling that there was no greater happiness in the world than this.

But when he thought about it again, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"What a pity, what a pity."

Yang Guo asked curiously, "Senior, what's the pity?"

Hong Qigong said, "Such a delicacy is so delicious even if I make a few random mistakes. If Ronger, that eccentric girl, made the dish, it would be even more delicious."

Yang Guo said, "Rong'er? The old man is talking about Huang Rong and Huang Nuxia?"

Hong Qigong smiled and said nothing.

Yang Guo didn't know Hong Qigong's identity, and since he was currently distracted and had no worries, he spoke.

"Of course Huang Nuxia has some abilities, but she can't tolerate others. She can't even be called a chivalrous woman."

"Everything in the world is divided into good and bad, and no one is perfect. Boy, do you think there are really generous people with lofty ideals in this world? A hero may not have the world in mind, and a heroine may not necessarily be perfect."

Hong Qigong seemed to be resentful when he heard his words. He couldn't help but glance at him, but he took off the wine gourd he was carrying on his back and put it aside and said.

"Rong'er is Huang Laoxie's daughter, how can she be so kind? She has always been petite and willful, but she is much better than Xiao Xiao, the bandit who robbed homes and houses."

Yang Guo heard that Hong Qigong wanted to help Huang Rong, and since Guo Jing and Huang Rong couldn't force him to teach him martial arts, he couldn't continue to complain and just kept silent.

Hong Qigong didn't seem to be in the mood to ask any more questions, so he just said:

"Now, when eating centipedes, don't drink alcohol, otherwise you will spoil the deliciousness of the centipedes."

He ate more than ten pieces in one go and then said to Yang Guo.

"Eat, why are you so polite?"

Yang Guo shook his head and said, "I won't eat it."

Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Yes, yes, I have seen many heroic men who beheaded and bled without frowning, but none of them dared to eat a centipede like a beggar like me. Hehe~ you

After all, the boy is just a coward."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Guo was aroused and thought to himself.

"Yeah, I'm not afraid of swords or blood when I walk around the world. Now eating two centipedes is nothing. I won't let him underestimate me."

It sounds heroic, but I still used two twigs as chopsticks and picked up a fried centipede in the pot.

Hong Qigong guessed his intention a long time ago and said.

"You kid, please don't close your eyes and swallow everything alive without chewing. That's not a good man."

Yang Guo frowned and said, "Can you be considered a hero if you eat a poisonous insect?"

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "In this world, there are many people who call themselves heroes without shame, but there are not many who dare to eat centipedes. How can they not be considered heroes?"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "That makes sense. I'll try eating two centipedes."

Then he put the centipede in his mouth and chewed it.

After chewing it, he thought it was unbearably sour, but unexpectedly, his mouth was full of deliciousness, crispy and fragrant. He was afraid that he had never tasted such delicious food in his life, so he couldn't help but chew a few more mouthfuls.

Then he gradually became surprised and went to pick up the second centipede to eat, without forgetting to praise it.

"Okay, okay, it's really delicious."

Hong Qigong was very happy to see him eating so much.

The two of them fought over each other and ate all the hundreds of giant centipedes.

Hong Qigong pursed his lips and couldn't help but reminisce about the taste, wishing he could have another hundred giant centipedes.

Yang Guo also felt that he still had something to say, so he stood up and said.

"I'll bury the rooster again and attract centipedes to eat it."

Hong Qigong waved his hand and said, "This method will not work. Firstly, the rooster's vigor has been exhausted, and secondly, there are no big centipedes left nearby."

As he spoke, he yawned lazily, fell to the sky and fell into the snow, and said.

"I'm in a hurry to catch up with the five ugly men from Tibet. I haven't slept for five days and five nights. It's rare that I had a good meal today. I have to sleep well with him for three days. Even if the sky falls, don't make any noise.

Wake me up. If anything happens, take care of me first. Don't let the wild beast bite half of my head while I'm asleep."

Yang Guo heard what he said was interesting, so he smiled and replied, "Yang Guo obeys my order."

After hearing this, Hong Qigong closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Guo thought to himself, "This senior is really a strange person. Can he really sleep for three days? No matter whether he is true or not, I have nowhere to go anyway, so I will just wait for him here for three days."

This Huashan centipede is the coldest thing in the world. Even after it is boiled and detoxified, there is still a chill left.

After Yang Guo ate, he felt a chill in his stomach, so he found a rock and sat down, minding his own practice for a long time, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, frost and snow started to fall again on Huashan Mountain, and the snow fell like feathers all over the sky non-stop.

Hong Qigong's body was covered with a layer of white snow, like cotton.

There is heat in a living person's body, and snowflakes melt when exposed to heat. How could they remain on his body?

"By the way, he must be secretly working on his internal energy while sleeping, condensing all the heat around his body into the Dantian Qi sea. That's why a perfectly fine living person turns out to be like a zombie when sleeping."

Yang Guo was confused at first, but after thinking about it, he came to his senses and thought to himself.

"It's really amazing that this old man has such magical skills. My aunt used to let me sleep on the cold jade bed, just hoping that I could develop such profound internal skills in the future."

When Yang Guo thought about what happened in the ancient tomb, he couldn't help but think of Xiao Longnu who decided to leave, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy in his heart.

Before I knew it, one night passed, and I saw that the sky in the distance was turning white, and it was almost dawn.

Hong Qigong had long been buried in the white snow, as if a small hill had been piled up on the ground, but no trace of anyone could be seen.

Yang Guo was planning to go and check on Hong Qigong.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of "click-click-click" footsteps on the mountains to the northeast.

Apparently someone came through the snow.

Yang Guo looked intently and saw five black figures rushing towards them, their body movements were swift, and the swords on their backs were flashing, and they were coming menacingly.

Yang Guo had a thought in his mind and thought to himself, "I'm afraid this is probably the five ugly people in Tibet mentioned by this old man."

Thinking of this, he just wanted to go directly to fight with a few people, but then he thought that Hong Qigong was already hiding in the snow, and there was no movement for a while.

At present, the five ugly men on the border were approaching fiercely, and he didn't know how good his martial arts were, so Yang Guo turned around and hid behind a rock, intending to check the situation first.

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And at this moment.

The other side of Huashan.

At the end of the mountain road, a group of three people were walking slowly on the steep mountain road.

The leader of the three people was a man in green clothes and a high crown. He wore a thin shirt and seemed not to be afraid of the severe cold on the mountain.
To be continued...