The noonday sun shone on the forest path, and a donkey with a dark body walked step by step on the silent path. On the donkey sat a Taoist priest in a green robe, the Taoist priest had a delicate face and was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, like a touch of morning sun in the cold winter to warm people's hearts. If it weren't for the fact that the Taoist priest was carrying a handle more than three feet long, people would definitely think that this was just a Taoist priest who traveled the world and preached and practiced, and would never say that this person was a martial arts high-roller. This sword is also strange, the sword body is dark, there is no edge on the sides, and the arc of the tip of the sword is like a hemisphere, neither sharp, nor is it a light long sword used by ordinary people. However, seeing the long sword hanging from this person's waist, it was a fine iron long sword, thinking that the black broadsword on his back was of other uses, and the person made it a long sword on his waist.

After walking on this silent road for a few hours, Zhao Zhijing felt a little hungry and thirsty in his stomach, and Xiao Hei could already see a little sweat on his body. Zhao Zhijing watched Ma Li get off Xiao Hei's back, and Xiao Hei followed him and walked quickly into the woods. After walking a few steps, he heard the sound of gurgling water and a few crisp chirping of pheasants, Zhao Zhijing walked briskly and saw a few pheasants drinking and playing by the stream. Immediately picked up a few stones under his feet and held them in his hand, and after approaching, he flicked his fingers, and a stone was shot out of his hand towards the pheasant, only to hear a soft sound, a pheasant shook a few times and fell to the ground, so Zhao Zhijing caught three pheasants.

Zhao Zhijing walked to the stream with the pheasants, and some of them were difficult: "There is no cooking utensils here, how to eat these pheasants, if you eat them by roasting, it will affect the umami of these pheasants, and there is no original taste of the pheasants." At this time, seeing the wide reed leaves in the river and the clean river mud in the river, Zhao Zhijing scolded secretly: "Are you stupid, why didn't you think that there is a famous dish called flower chicken, which not only retains the freshness of the pheasant itself, but also has the special green fragrance of the grass leaves wrapped around the pheasant." Zhao Zhijing thought of this, so let's do this! I thought about removing the hair of the three pheasants by the stream, disemboweling them, and taking out the internal organs of the pheasants. Then he picked a few wide reed leaves, washed them, added spices to the pheasants, wrapped them, then wrapped the pheasants in river mud, dug a small pit in the ground where the three pheasants could be buried, covered them with a layer of sand of appropriate thickness, found some dry branches, and made a fire on them.

Time slipped away in waiting, and the fire that had been lit had been extinguished. Zhao Zhijing used a branch to touch the carbon ash on the fire, and then took out the pheasant wrapped in soil. He took one out and knocked it with a branch on the unusually dry river mud that had been burned, only to see the river mud slowly crack from the place where the branch hit. Seeing that the reed leaves are still green inside, a fragrance mixed with the fragrance of reed leaves and the original characteristics of the pheasant comes to the nose, only to see that the pheasant in the reed leaves is brown and yellow in color at this time, oily and bright, it is so arousing people's appetite.

Zhao Zhijing quickly took off a chicken leg and ate it quickly, at this time there was a shout of "leave the chicken butt to me" in the distance, and as soon as the shout fell, an old beggar holding a jasper bamboo cane and a big wine gourd wrapped around his waist, wearing shabby clothes, walked quickly in front of Zhao Zhijing. Although this person was wearing shabby clothes, he looked like a beggar, but standing in front of Zhao Zhijing, an awe-inspiring aura suddenly appeared, looking at this person Zhao Zhijing knew that this person was the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, among the five uniques. Zhao Zhijing came back to his senses, and the pheasants in front of him had already been eaten by Hong Qigong, and then took out the other two that were concocted according to law, and said: "Qigong, eat slowly! If it's not enough, there are two more here." Hong Qigong raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhijing and asked: "You Taoist doll, how do you know that I am Hong Qigong?" Zhao Zhijing looked at the northern beggar in front of him who was as famous as his ancestor Wang Chongyang and replied: "Qigong is the top master in the world, although the kid's martial arts are not profound, but some people don't know when they are close, I think there are only the top masters in the world, and then I think of the seven princes in the rivers and lakes, you love food, naturally, the only martial arts knight with such martial arts and love food is Qigong you." ”

Sitting in the forest, the roast chicken among the reeds has been eaten by Hong Qigong. I saw that Hong Qicheng was really picking his teeth with a small chicken bone, and threw it away after picking it, Hong Qigong looked at Zhao Zhijing and said: "Doll, I, Hong Qiyi, only love food, your roast chicken is a delicious at that time, what is the name of this roast chicken!" Zhao Zhijing replied: "Boy, it is the third generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, the family teacher Wang Chuyi, this roast chicken is the first time the kid has made it, and he has not taken any name, but at this time, it was eaten by the ancestor of Qigong, you called Hua, so I called it Hua****!" Hong Qigong said loudly after hearing this: " Okay, good, good, my ancestor who is called a flower eats of course a flower chicken. The old flower does not take advantage of others in his life, how can he repay you for eating your flower chicken, the old flower only has this body of 100,000 martial arts and can still get it, but you are a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and you have a lot of martial arts to learn, so what do you want, as long as the old flower has no ambiguity. ”

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel admiration after hearing this, "Hong Qigong is worthy of being a nine-fingered beggar admired by everyone in the rivers and lakes, just eat a little bit of roast chicken made by himself to give himself a certain reward." After thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing replied: "Qigong, you are an old-timer in the rivers and lakes, and I should wait for you to make food, but the kid has one thing to ask for, that is, I want to ask Qigong to teach me martial arts." Hong Qigong looked at Zhao Zhijing, "Boy, don't you change other requirements?" Zhao Zhijing shook his head firmly. Hong Qi said "Okay" fairly.

In this remote mountain forest, Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong confronted each other, Zhao Zhijing looked at Hong Qigong in front of him and said: "Qigong, the kid's martial arts cultivation is not deep, so he will strike first!" After that, he took off the heavy sword on his body and used his true qi to attack Hong Qigong. In the field, Zhao Zhijing Jin Yangong unfolded with all his strength, only to see that Hong Qigong was surrounded by figures holding dark black iron heavy swords, which turned out to be the afterimage produced by Zhao Zhijing moving too fast. The Xuantie heavy sword, which was filled with true qi, stretched out a ruler of sword qi, like a war sword more than four feet long. Zhao Zhijing swept towards Hong Qigong with a sword, only to see that the heavy sword full of sword qi was about to sweep to Hong Qigong, Hong Qigong made a move, and his body slid backwards to avoid this heavy sword. Hong Qigong looked at Zhao Zhijing at this time, thought of what he said before, and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that this kid is not arrogant! This kind of martial arts cultivation is in this world, only we old ghosts can suppress it." I think that in a few years, the number one master in the world will be this kid. Hong Qigong looked at Zhao Zhijing and sighed: "This Nanshan Quanzhen Sect is going to have another former Wang Chongyang!"

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