After eating the steamed buns, the two women were busy again and served the third course.

This time it's another hard dish, braised pork.

The pieces of meat are oily and red, like crystal amber in the sun, and I want to be warm and moist red jade.

The braised pork is also sprinkled with some leaf fragments, which smells fragrant and dissolves the greasy taste of the meat.

Zheng Qiu couldn't tell what kind of plant it was, and he couldn't tell the specific shape of the leaves from the fragments.

But he could probably guess the range, it was a vanilla plant, and judging by the rich fragrance, it was most likely orange vanilla.

Zheng Qiu somewhat understood the method of the Fan Sect, simply using food to cultivate, the power obtained was limited after all.

And adding various medicinal herbs to the food, this is equivalent to taking pills, and the effect of cultivation will be greatly enhanced.

Senior Brother Han scooped up a large piece of braised pork with a spoon, and the piece of meat trembled slightly on the spoon, exuding a charming luster.

Zheng Qiu couldn't help but think that when he was a child, in the tiled house of the Xunwu Sect, his grandfather Zheng Zhisong often made braised pork for himself to eat, and that taste was ......

Raising his hand and gently tapping his forehead, Zheng Qiu muttered secretly: "You are all Qi Yao Realm cultivators, how can you still be hungry for braised pork to eat, don't think about the things that make you hungry." ”

After eating the braised pork, the fourth course is next, which is still full of aroma.

The plates were filled one by one, and one by one they were served empty, and Senior Brother Han sat behind the table and feasted on it, eating so refreshingly.

In the crowd of onlookers, the sound of swallowing saliva came and went, and everyone was aroused by their appetite, and their eyes were full of fiery light.

Han Da Fat Man ate and ate, Zheng Qiu sat down and watched and watched, and after about an hour, he suddenly realized that he was wasting time.

"What am I doing? I'm not here to watch fat people eat, so why do I forget my business. ”

Raising his head and looking at the door of the propaganda hall, Zheng Qiu was about to stand up and walk over.

It just so happened that at this time, Senior Brother Han's eating action suddenly froze, and the red light on his face faded instantly with the blood, becoming a little pale.

Fine beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his eyes became erratic, as if he was in pain.

Zheng Qiu was stunned, he hadn't stood up yet, and he hadn't walked over to deal with it, why did Han Da Fat have a problem by himself?

Immediately afterwards, the spoon in Senior Brother Han's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his face began to turn blue.

The two women serving the food, as well as the man who was bragging about the preaching, were so frightened that they ran away in a hurry and hid in the crowd and disappeared.

The other onlookers were also frightened, staring at Senior Brother Han one by one with nervous expressions and silent expressions.

"He has a problem eating, are you indifferent?"

Zheng Qiu shouted, stood up on tiptoe, and quickly jumped to the edge of the table.

Holding Senior Brother Han's shoulder, Zheng Qiu glanced down and put his hand to his nose.

Said: "Big fat man, inhale!"

Senior Brother Han opened his mouth, his face became worse and worse, and there was indeed no air inhaled in his mouth and nose.

Now Zheng Qiu understood that the fat man Han was in too much of a hurry and ate the food into his trachea.

No, even if he eats it into the trachea, he can use his strength as a cultivator to push it out.

In his current situation, there is a good chance that the food will go deeper, maybe into the lungs.

Unable to breathe air, cultivators can use their qi to maintain it temporarily, but Han Da Fat only has the cultivation of the Qi Realm, and even if he uses his qi strength to maintain it, he can't last long.

Sure enough, Zheng Qiu saw the fat man's eyes and began to roll them up little by little, obviously fainting.

He hurriedly urged his qi and slapped his palm on Han Fatzi's back, slamming the strong qi into the meridians.

This guy is really fat, Zheng Qiu slapped it with this palm, and his palm actually completely sank into the flesh, as if he slapped into a ball of cotton.

Senior Brother Han's body was shocked, and his eyes suddenly stopped rolling white, but his face was still ugly.

Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at the white-clothed young man beside him, and the strong energy in his meridians told him that the young man's cultivation was so high that he had never had a concept.

Zheng Qiu pressed the back of Han Da Fat Man with one hand, and reached into his sleeve with the other hand to grope for medicinal herb seeds.

Although relying on qi strength can hang the fat man's consciousness, if he can't breathe air for a long time, he will still be suffocated.

The dish on the table is minced meat noodles, chicken with minced meat, mixed with chopped mushrooms and herbs, and cooked into a paste with red sauce.

In other words, Han Da Fat Man now has not only noodles in his lungs, but also sticky sauce blocking them.

Zheng Qiu summoned two rattans and tied Han Da Fat's legs with one end. The other tied the door frame of the preaching hall and hung the big fat man upside down.

Then he takes out the seed of a red pepper bean, injects energy into it to germinate and mature, and takes the fruit with a strong spicy taste and crushes it with the palm of his hand.

Zheng Qiu pulled his folded finger and swiped it on Han Fatzi's clothes, tore the clothes open, and smeared the minced red peppery beans in his palm onto him.

Under the stimulation of the spicy taste, Han Da Fat's originally fat white skin quickly reddened, which was a sign of open pores.

When the pores are open, his lungs are also dilated and opened, which is conducive to the expulsion of food.

Then Zheng Qiu took out two leaves, which were the leaves of a shrub that would make people cough violently.

After Zheng Qiu cured the strange disease in Fenglu Village, he deliberately left half of it for himself, but he didn't expect it to come in so quickly.

But there is a key here, Han Fat Man can't inhale air, so there is no air in his lungs, so how can he rely on coughing to squirt food out without air?

Fortunately, Han Fatzi is a cultivator, even if there is no air in his lungs, he can use his qi energy instead.

Zheng Qiu stuffed the coughing bush leaves into the fat man's mouth and motioned for him to chew them, while reaching out to tap on the acupuncture points on the fat man's limbs.

Temporarily seal the meridians leading to the limbs and allow the energy to concentrate in the chest.

The fat man chewed a few mouthfuls of bush leaves, and before he could swallow the juice into his stomach, he felt that his throat and even his entire lungs began to itch, and a strong cough felt like a surge.

Zheng Qiu next to him slapped him on the back and urged: "Cough it out with your strength, what are you still cherishing that bit of strength at this time?"

Hearing this, Han Da Fat Man worked hard to mobilize the qi in the dantian and gather them to his lungs.

With this move, he found that the meridians of his limbs were sealed, and the only place where his qi could go was his chest.

After filling my lungs with energy, the itchy feeling finally became unbearable.

With an explosive cough, a large mass of chewed noodles spurted from his nostrils and mouth with slimy sauce and phlegm.

It poured the entire table like a watering can, and even blew the plates that had been placed on the table to the floor.

And Zheng Qiu had already expected all this, and hid in the distance before Han Fatzi coughed, avoiding the squirting thing.