He Chang spent the night at Liu Yongchun's place, and the two warmed up for a while.

Early the next morning, he bought seven sets of work clothes, some pots and pans, kitchen knives and chopsticks, meat and vegetables, and ** household appliances and other things, and drove to the door of the farmhouse.

The greeting had already arrived, and after the seven people waiting in the courtyard carried their things into the kitchen, they handed out their work clothes to the group and said:

"You go and change your clothes, and I'll teach you how to cook a two-course farmhouse signature dish in a moment!"

The other six people all left one after another with their clothes, and only Chen Yanjiao stood alone.

She looked at He Changzai with eyes like a pool of spring water, and said in a low voice:

"Chang Zai, this farmhouse is close to Nanshan, it is empty at night, there is a desolate cry of partridges in the mountain, I am a little scared, can you stay with me tonight!"

"Chen Yanjiao, don't be delusional, we can't go back to the past!"

He Chang spoke in a cold tone, turned around and went up the mountain to catch the snow feather chicken.

After going up the mountain, he found that the tabby dog that his aunt gave him was full of blood, and he was chasing a small snowy chicken, which was very ferocious.

The head of the dog picked him up before he went up, and he caught a few snowfeather chickens and went down the mountain.

I went down to the river to catch a few more fish, went back to the farmhouse, and threw the dog in the yard.

Jean, who can be said to be the most beautiful in the village, changed into a group of seven people who changed into work clothes, followed into the kitchen and stood in a row behind him.

He began to show his knife skills, chopping vegetables and cooking, and in a few moments, the enticing aroma spread from the kitchen.

The group looked at He Changzai's amazing knife work, skillful movements, and exquisite cooking skills, all of them were breathtaking, smelling the aroma of meat in the air, and couldn't help but increase their appetite.

It didn't take long for He Changzai to bring a pot of stewed chicken off the fire, put it on a plate, and said to the people behind him, "Come and taste it!"

Several people's eyes wandered, and they came forward, picking up chopsticks one by one to taste, and they were all full of praise.

"This chicken is so delicious, soft and tender, it's just delicious!"

"Don't rob me, this chicken leg is mine!"

"If you don't eat the head and butt, leave it to me!"

In less than a minute, a plate of chickens was wiped out by seven people.

Immediately afterwards, He Changzai stewed another pot of kunyu soup, and the group was swept away again.

He said to a group of seven people: "These two dishes, the Imperial Snow Feather Chicken and the Supreme Kunyu, are signature dishes, and everyone of you must be able to make them and do them well...... Okay, I'll leave the rest of the materials to you to practice here...... I'll go out and breathe and smoke a cigarette!"

After He Chang said a word, he went out of the house.

At this moment, a burly, dignified-looking man with a leopard's head and eyes walked into the farmhouse.

Seeing that the other party was impressive, he asked, "This big brother, what kind of dishes do you want to eat, the small shop is newly opened, and all dishes will be 20% off!"

The burly man stared at He Changzai, his eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm not here to eat, but to look for immortals, if I see it well, Mr. is an immortal who makes wooden kites and flies in the air!"

He Changzai denied it, "What an immortal, you have found the wrong person, I am just a farmer!"

The burly man spoke: "Sir is too humble, control the wooden kite to fly into the sky, this is the method of the immortal family, you say that you are not an immortal, who will believe it!"

He Changzai was a little impatient, and said: "Eh,, you are also a dignified seven-foot man, why are you so verbose!"

The burly man smiled innocently, "As long as the immortals are willing to teach me some immortal methods from Tan Hu, I will leave immediately, and I will never stop!"

He Changzai said indifferently: "Compare with you outside or make two moves!"

"Thanks, immortals!"

Tan Hu said a word and walked out of the courtyard quickly.

He Changzai followed and walked out, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand at Tan Hu, and said:

"Whatever skills you have, use them!"

Tan Hu has practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, he once polished his cheeks with iron sand, hit a tree with his body, and became a master of dark energy at the age of forty, even many martial arts masters are difficult to beat!

Swinging his fist, he punched a few punches, struck out with dark energy, made a sound of breaking the air, roared, kicked and kicked, and rushed towards He Changzai quickly.

He Chang was walking leisurely with his hands behind his back, dodging Tan Hu's fierce and stormy attack, and his whole face was calm and relaxed.

Tan Hu has practiced national art since he was a child, and he has also met some sword immortals who are similar to waving his sleeves and sword qi, light masters who tread snow without a trace, and his boxing skills are vicious and fatal!

Although he has also suffered losses against the other party, he has never been so completely defeated as today, and he has not even touched the corner of the opponent's clothes.

He Chang took a few steps back lightly, stepped on the water with one foot, stood quietly, looked at Tan Hu, and said:

"I feel that practicing martial arts alone is not to fight fiercely, but to strengthen the body...... In fact, sometimes, the weakest is the strongest, and the most fragile is the strongest!"

Tan Hu was shocked when he saw that He Changzai could stand on the surface of the water, and he had no chance to connect with the other party.

pondered his words repeatedly, understood something in his heart, showed joy on his face, and said:

"Immortal, what do you mean is that practicing martial arts cultivates the heart, not the strength, right!"

He Changzai didn't answer Tan Hu's words, walked to the shore with a calm gaze, turned around and walked to the door, ready to go in.

At this moment, Li Dazhuang, who was drunk and drunk, rushed over on a motorcycle, he turned over and got off the motorcycle, grabbed He Changzai's back clothes at once, and said coldly:

"He Chang is here, it's all because of you, the house in my city is gone, and now all the pigs on the pig farm are dead, and you snatched Yanjiao away from me again...... Now I'm nothing, I'm fighting with you!"

As he spoke, Li Dazhuang waved his stout and strong arm and smashed it towards He Changzai's head with a punch.

"Fight with me, do you have the strength!"

He Chang turned to the side slightly, dodged Li Dazhuang's punch, turned around and kicked him out directly.

"Immortal, this kind of miscellaneous matter, you don't need to do it yourself, I'll solve it!"

Tan Hu rushed to Li Dazhuang's side with an arrow step, slapped his palm on his chest, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were wide open, his head was crooked, and his soul returned to dust!

He Chang turned his head, and after seeing the scene of Tan Hu slapping Li Dazhuang to death with one palm, his eyes shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but think of that sentence.

Guoshu is not a showmanship, but a killing technique!

He said to him: "You deal with this person, let's go, I'm just a farmer, and I don't want to get involved in too many disputes!"

"Got it, I'll go!"

Tan Hu leaned down, slapped out with one palm, and after cleaning up the bloodstains, he put Li Dazhuang's body on his shoulder, and turned to leave!