Lin'an plan, start.

Dozens of masters acted in batches, and since it was in batches, there must be people in teams.

Then Guo Jing was warmly welcomed.

Everyone is a man, and they are really curious about how Guo Jing can last three days and three nights in that green building. Of course, it's just pure curiosity, not because they're not in good health.

In the face of everyone's unprecedented enthusiasm, Guo Jing hurriedly refused, and he was ready to live 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 Qinglou for three days and three nights!

……

Outside the city of Jindu, a hidden cave was temporarily excavated.

Huang Rong touched the black ash on her face, looked at the twenty Zhuyuan Pills in the box, and was greatly excited. She finally completed what Brother Jing explained.

"Step, step, step~" Guo Jing walked in with a heavy face.

"Brother Jing, you're back! You see, I've helped you refine this Zhuyuan Dan." Huang Rong said happily.

Seeing that Huang Rong's once white face was stained with black ash, Guo Jing's heart suddenly disappeared.

"Rong'er, ...... a few days ago"

"It's all Brother Le who took me there!" Huang Rong hurriedly said.

After speaking, the girl pitifully grabbed Guo Jing's arm: "Brother Jing, you also know, I can't beat Brother Le."

Miangle: ???

"Meow~"

Pure slander! Obviously, you said that it was fun, and you said that you had a treat!

Miao Le stood up directly and shouted, very dissatisfied.

Huang Rong pointed to the little yellow cat and said coquettishly, "Brother Jing, you see, Brother Le has stood up, it is obvious that he wants to take responsibility!"

Miaole: ......

Guo Jing: ......

If he hadn't been able to understand Brother Le's words, he would have believed it.

Guo Jing has a little headache, but this person has gone all the cats, can he still beat people. He wanted to fight, but these two guys are now united, and they can't beat it.

Forget it, just get out of here and just change places.

"Okay, forget it this time, next time..."

"I'll take you next time, Brother Jing don't worry." Huang Rong said with an oath.

Guo Jing's heart moved, and then he calmed down: "I didn't mean that."

"Don't worry, Brother Jing, I won't tell Sister Hua Zheng!"

"Meow~"

I'm keeping it a secret too!

Guo Jing: ......

In the end, Guo Jing was still defeated, and with his eloquence, he couldn't say anything about Huang Rong, so he had to command to pack up his things and set off.

Two people and a cat, riding horses, to the city to stay in the inn, taste the food of the north and south of the river, without the city simply live in the wilderness.

I have to say that Huang Rong has good cooking skills, and the game, wild fruits, and wild grasses in the mountains can turn decay into magic in her hands, and a lot of good things are fired.

It's simple to have no kitchen utensils in the wild, Brother Le's claws are sharp, and if you find a few big stones, you can easily cut out decent pots and pans.

These days, Guo Jing has also learned to swim, in fact, it is to hold his breath and breathe, and the kung fu that Guo Jing once learned on the bronze corpse has a knack for this.

In the end, Huang Rong was ashamed of herself, and even began to ask for advice on this breathless kung fu.

On this day, the two easily passed through the Great Song Dynasty border pass and came to the Yangtze River, at this time it was evening, and the twilight was vast. ….

Guo Jing looked at the east of the big river, the white waves were surging, the four fields were endless, the upstream river was endless, never ending, only to feel the pride in his chest, and his body seemed to be one with the river.

After a while, it was actually a fist by the river, a big demon fist, one move and one style were powerful, and then rushed into the water, causing a wave of turmoil under the water, and finally a huge whirlpool even appeared on the river.

After a long time, the figure flashed, and Guo Jing appeared on the shore, closing his eyes and pondering.

Huang Rong stood quietly aside, staring at the figure of her sweetheart, almost having a sense of being about to fall into the endless seabed

Straight.

His appearance is not outstanding, and he wears very ordinary coarse cloth clothes, but there seems to be something unusual about him, and he can't tell or explain.

If I had to describe it, it was a kind of nobility similar to that of a higher life, which seemed to draw itself closer all the time.

At this time, he was too dazzling, so dazzling that Huang Rong felt that he was like the sun in the sky, and he was just a little bug who was humble to the dust and didn't even dare to talk to people.

After a long time, Guo Jing opened his eyes, and a bright light like a starry sky seemed to flash away.

"Rong'er, what's wrong?"

Huang Rong paused, and quickly shook her head: "No, it's okay!"

No, she has to be reserved, her father taught her that things that are too easy to get will not be cherished.

For example, she once had several senior brothers and sisters, and her father worked hard to raise them and teach them martial arts, but two of them betrayed their teachers and stole martial arts.

also caused her mother to die of painstaking efforts in order to recite martial arts.

Guo Jing looked left and right: "Where is Brother Le?"

"Cluck, cluck~" Turning his head, he saw a little yellow cat dragging a fat back.

Huang Rong took out the Emei thorn, walked over, skillfully grabbed the, stood upside down, plucked the hair on the throat, pricked, and let the blood.

A moment later, the rooster with a high voice died peacefully.

Guo Jing: ......

There was a moment of silence: "Brother Le, did you give money to this rooster?"

"Meow!"

Given!

Miao Le is straightforward, is he the kind of cat who eats overlord meals?

Guo Jing took it out of his arms, went out of the 100 taels of gold given by Hua Zheng, gave Huang Rong 50 taels, and now there are ten taels left, how much money did you give this rooster?

After a while, Huang Rong used Emei steel thorns to cut a hole in the back of the rooster, washed and peeled off the internal organs, but did not pluck the hair, and then asked Guo Jing to bring a package with spices on the back of the little red horse, as well as a bamboo basket with a big red snake.

These various spices were collected by Brother Le in recent times, and they have their own merits, and Huang Rong liked them after using them a few times.

First, use some seasonings to marinate and pat in the rooster's belly, one to remove the fishy, and the other to absorb the flavor.

Then he gave the big red snake a look, and the big red snake's well-behaved wound that had never healed squeezed out a lot of blood, and Huang Rong used this precious blood to mix glutinous rice.

Guo Jing hurriedly took out the ginseng from his arms and fed it to the big red snake, and after eating the ginseng, the big red snake crawled back to the cage with familiarity.

Run? Eat and live, and there is the protection of the big guy, why run?

Then Huang Rong processed the ingredients, stuffed the mixed glutinous rice, wild vegetables, and shiitake mushrooms into the chicken belly, then sealed the back mouth with a slice of lemon, and finally wrapped the chicken with water and a ball of mud, and roasted it on a fire. ….

After roasting for a while, the sweet fragrance in the mud is revealed, and when the wet mud is dry, Guo Jing uses internal force to protect his hands and peel off the dry mud, the chicken feathers fall with the mud, the chicken is white and tender, and the fragrance is tangy.

The little yellow cat stood beside him, standing up straight, his head almost stuck into the fire, and his eyes were so hungry that he was so hungry.

Huang Rong smiled, took out three stone bowls, and began to divide the food.

"Bring it to you!" Someone behind him suddenly said.

Guo Jing reacted very quickly, slapped it over, and the wind was sharp.

The man had no choice but to turn his claws into palms and face them.

"Bang~"

In an instant, the dust was everywhere, Huang Rong was directly discouraged, and the little yellow cat stood on her shoulder with a chicken in her arms, looking over there curiously.

"Bah, bah~" Huang Rong spit out a few mouthfuls of dirt or charcoal ash, and then looked at the spotless little yellow cat and the flower chicken on her shoulder, very angry.

Isn't she as important as a chicken?

When he came back to his senses, Brother Jing had already started to fight with the comer.

The enemy was a middle-aged beggar with a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were patched all over the place, but they were cleanly washed. Holding a green bamboo cane in his hand, as clear as jade, carrying a large gourd with vermilion lacquer on his back.

After all, it's just a matter of grabbing a chicken,

Guo Jing didn't make a heavy move, and used the kung fu that the second master Zhu Cong taught him to grab points.

There may be nothing bizarre in the moves, but he is fast and heavy, and the old flower feels unable to parry for a while, so he has to pick up the green bamboo cane to resist, and overcome the rigidity with softness, tripping, splitting, winding, poking, picking, leading, sealing, and turning...... After dozens of moves, the two even had a draw.

Guo Jing became more and more excited, since he accidentally knocked out his masters together a few years ago, he had never met an opponent who could compete with him in moves.

The martial arts on the bronze corpse are almost the culmination of the world's martial arts, and he can understand the tricks of practicing the above and many other martial arts.

For example, Jin Yangong who took Yang Tiexin to escape last time.

And when I fight with Brother Le, every time I am crushed by speed, I am called by claws when I come up, which is not interesting at all.

So the more he fought, the more excited he became, and he even began to study the martial arts of this old flower.

Soft? He would too, if only there was a whip now.

Huang Rong and Brother Le stood aside with a chicken leg, watching it with relish, but they didn't expect to have a meal and a show.

A moment later.

"No more, no more! When did such a little monster come out of the rivers and lakes and be on par with me in terms of moves?" Lao Zhaohua took a few steps back and shouted.

At his current age, it's too exhausting to keep seeing tricks and dismantling tricks, if he uses internal strength to crush it, just to grab a chicken, he is afraid that he will be laughed at when he says it.

Stepping aside, Lao Zhaohua looked at the chicken in the stone basin in front of the little girl, salivating, and thought about it and took out a golden dart from his arms: "Hey, little girl, I'll buy it, I'll use this golden dart to buy your chicken butt."

Huang Rong saw that his right hand holding the gourd only had four fingers, and one index finger was missing from the palm, and he remembered some anecdotes in his heart. One of the same names as her father's East Evil seems to be the Northern Beggar: the Nine-Fingered God Beggar, Hong Qigong.

It turns out that his brother Jing is already strong enough to be on par with the five peers in the world? ….

I have such a good eye!

Huang Rong was a little complacent, and then tore off the chicken butt and threw it over: "The golden dart is not needed, I am in a good mood today, please eat!"

Lao Zhaohua hurriedly took it and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ah! It's beautiful, it's delicious." A soothing cry came.

Huang Rong pouted, I didn't know!

Waiting for Guo Jing to come over, Huang Rong hurriedly came over with a stone bowl and bamboo chopsticks: "Brother Jing, you're tired, I specially left you chicken wings and glutinous rice."

"Gollum~" After a while, the old flower came over, looked around with a probe, and swallowed saliva from time to time.

When I saw the most bowls in the little yellow cat, I was even more full of pity that I was blind for such a delicious food.

Huang Rong was impatient: "Senior, how can we eat like this."

The old flower rubbed his hands: "Hehe, even if I am called the ancestor of the flower, I can't rectify such a great flower chicken. And how do you make this glutinous rice, it is as red as blood, and it smells like a pure medicinal power."

Guo Jing saw that this old man was really pitiful, so he took out another stone bowl and gave him some points: "Eat."

"Howler!" I always don't want flower chopsticks, I just grab it with my hands, and I cry while eating.

"Senpai, isn't it delicious?" Guo Jing asked curiously.

Lao Xianghua cried and patted her stomach: "Woo woo, you ate such a delicious food today, and you won't have it anymore, how should you live!"

"Poof~" Huang Rong finally couldn't help laughing, it turned out that the five best in the world were this character.

Miao Le also grinned while eating, or he was clever and found a shovel officer who could attract both rich women and chefs.

Huang Rong's eyes rolled, and an idea moved: "Senior, if you want to eat delicious again, it's simple, as long as you can win my brother Jing's one-and-a-half moves, I'll cook you a dish you haven't eaten."

According to her estimates, although Brother Jing is a natural talent, he always lacks experience in fighting, if he can fight with Bei Beggars for a period of time without defeat, even if his father finds him in the future, he will not be afraid.

"It's a deal!" The old flower is overjoyed.

It's not him who blows, since Wang Chongyang died, no one in the world can win against him. Descending the dragon with eighteen palms to be rigid, beating the dog stick method to be soft, and a light skill of running away, who can stop it?

After eating, Huang Rong went to clean the stone bowl and stone pot. This set of kitchen utensils was dug up by chance by a little yellow cat, she tried how to heat the pot and it didn't break, and no matter where it was baked, the whole pot was at the same temperature, so she stayed.

Anyway, the little red horse has a lot of power and can carry a lot of things.

Half an hour later, when Huang Rong came back from cleaning the kitchen utensils, she saw Lao Zhaohua sitting on the stone on the shore with a sluggish face, muttering to herself: "Impossible, impossible, it must be an illusion!"

The little yellow cat was standing in front of him, tilting its head and looking around, as if wondering how there was such a fool.

"Brother Jing, did you win?" Huang Rong walked to Guo Jing's side and asked in surprise.

Guo Jing scratched his head, very naïve: "No, but just now my predecessor and I fought a palm, and it was on par, and he was suddenly like this."

Huang Rong understood the situation as soon as her eyes rolled, obviously this Hong Qigong began to doubt himself, Brother Yi Jing can be equal to him at such an age, so what will he be able to do in the future?

As for the real internal competition, there is no need, and the two of them are not mortal enemies.

However, if this big master is knocked to a slump, won't Brother Jing have no sparring partner, and won't the time she and Brother Jing spend alone together will become shorter?

After thinking about it for a while, Huang Rong jumped up and walked next to Hong Qigong: "Qigong, you are so powerful, just now Brother Jing said that he was beaten by your palm, and it took a long time to recover, you won!"

I'll cook a good dish for you when I turn around: Twenty-four Bridges Bright Moon Night!"

Only then did Hong Qigong come back to his senses: "Really?"

"Uh-huh, really, more than pearls!" Huang Rong nodded hurriedly in response, and kicked the little yellow cat with her little foot by the way.

Miao Le was stunned for a moment, and then: "Meow!"

After all, he is a chef, and he still has to give face.

"Whew, that's good, I thought I was too old to be called a flower." Only then did Hong Qigong breathe a sigh of relief.

Half a month later, Hong Qigong looked at the eighteen white dragon-shaped true qi around Guo Jing and was dumbfounded.

Is this the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, or the Eighteen Palms of the Imperial Dragon?

Moreover, didn't Huang Yatou say that his internal strength was similar to that of her brother Jing? Why does he only have one, but others have eighteen?

Also, I didn't teach this kid to descend the dragon eighteen palms, how could he make it, and he used it more than himself, hell yes.

He suspected that his old rivers and lakes seemed to have been fooled!

……

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My little carp