The moonlight faded, the light was slightly dimmed, and at this moment, the firelight shone out at the right time......

On the top of the quiet mountain, Ouyang Ke's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he exhaled lightly, and the fingers of both hands were moving slightly, and then, his left hand was quickly handed out, and as soon as he made a move, he pinched a centipede, threw it into the pot, and the centipede couldn't move immediately!

The campfire was churning, and the centipede instinctively spat out a small cloud of unsightly liquid almost instantly...

The right hand grabbed a centipede again and threw it directly into the steaming cauldron, and after a short time, after throwing all the dozen centipedes on the ground into it, the liquid became obviously much larger.

The venom constantly wriggled in the flames, and the blazing temperature stimulated the centipede all the time, allowing it to instinctively spit out the toxin venom, and the liquid gradually spread......

"Little doll, are you detoxifying?" Hong Qigong blinked, a little impatient.

Glancing at Hong Qigong, Ouyang Ke pointed to the already turbid snow water in front of him, nodded and said: "The centipede itself has toxins, so I threw him into the hot water, and when he was dying, he vomited out all the venom and poisonous urine, do you think this pot of water is extremely poisonous?"

The firelight was transmitted through, and the small and fragmented spots of light made the temperature around it rise a lot.

With the passage of time, Ouyang Ke poured the poisonous water into the deep valley, boiled two more pots of snow water, washed the cauldron, and finally there was no venom left, and Hong Qigong on the side looked forward to it: "Can you do it?"

Ouyang Ke had to roll his eyes, his fingertips fiddled with the spices at random, and then nodded at Hong Qigong, and then stopped talking.

Ouyang Ke folded his sleeves, showed a small silver knife, cut off the head and tail of the centipede, lightly scratched it on the skin of the centipede's shell, and slashed it away, and pinched it gently, the shell fell off at hand, revealing the flesh, snow-white and transparent, very tender.

Seeing that he was skillful, Hong Qigong peeled the skin and bones of the centipede in two or three strokes, and thought: "So skilled, what this little doll said should be true, centipedes can indeed be made delicious." ”

As the firelight grew, the faces of Ouyang Ke and Hong Qigong were a little red from the flames, and Ouyang Feng and the others, who were meditating on the side to recover from the day's consumption, also paid attention to Ouyang Ke and the others at this time.

It was Zhou Botong, his eyes widened, staring at the cauldron that was gradually steaming above the flames, and Wang Chongyang shook his head helplessly.

Ouyang Ke unhurriedly took out various spices and added some to them, and began to gently drip on the meat, the seasonings flowed slowly, were roasted by the flame below, and slowly penetrated into the meat.

Soon, the surface of the centipede began to turn a faint golden yellow, and transparent oil droplets oozed from itself, and the alluring fragrance immediately wafted away.

......

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The firelight moved lightly, illuminating Ouyang Ke's face, Ouyang Feng looked at the burning flames in front of him, and gradually became distracted, he suddenly found that he didn't know when Lu Dao, the nephew who was spotless and liked cleanliness was quietly changing.

It's just that this change caught him a little off guard, and even a little unfamiliar......

And Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing, who were on the side, also had no intention of meditating anymore because of this fragrance, and looked at Ouyang Ke.

Originally, due to Wang Chongyang's gaze, Zhou Botong, who was speechless, finally couldn't help it, and now he only cares about swallowing his saliva and revealing his greed, after all, although Zhou Botong is a true sect, he is not a Taoist, so naturally he doesn't have to abide by any rules.

Hong Qigong didn't have time to take care of other people's thoughts, looked at the roast pig with a salivating look, touched his ears and cheeks, and even ran to the side from time to time to fold some wooden branches and join the fire.

The silent top of Huashan Mountain was filled with a strange and alluring fragrance, and there was a "crackling" sound in the flames, and a branch burst open, and the fragrance became stronger.

"Goo-dong"

At this moment, Ouyang Ke felt a sudden sound in his ears, the voice was low and powerful, it seemed to be deliberately disguised, but it was still clearly transmitted, and Ouyang Ke had not yet looked at the place where the sound came from.

Hong Qigong appeared beside Ouyang Ke in a hurry, and hurriedly said, "Little doll, is it fried?"

Ouyang Ke saw him looking at the golden centipede in the pot, his throat moved, his mouth swallowed greedily, he smiled secretly in his heart, and immediately reached out and lifted one into the pot, mixed it with the ingredients, and handed it to Ouyang Feng: "Uncle, you taste it first......"

Although Ouyang Feng was in a state of meditation before, he was not ignorant of Ouyang Ke's actions, for Ouyang Ke, who was unwilling to learn martial arts, this time he took the initiative to learn martial arts, but he was not surprised, in his heart, it was already due to the five days and five nights of fighting, so that Ouyang Ke had an interest in martial arts in his heart.

Where did he know that Ouyang Ke didn't want to learn martial arts, but he wasn't interested in his indecent movements and obvious defects [Toad Gong]!

Although Ouyang Feng didn't have much research on food, but at this moment, after five days and five nights of fighting, his stomach was really empty, so he smelled the fragrance in Ouyang Ke's hands, and his index finger moved for a while.

Hong Qigong watched Ouyang Feng put the fried golden centipede into his mouth, and his throat also moved, as if he was eager to know what the Dao tasted like.

On the other side, Ouyang Ke's hand was not idle, another centipede gradually turned golden, and the rich aroma came to his nose, Ouyang Ke turned it a few times after the end, and said, "It's okay, you can eat!"

Seeing such an action, Hong Qigong was immediately overjoyed, immediately grabbed it with his hands and put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, and only chewed it down, but he felt that his mouth was delicious, crisp and fragrant, sweet and sweet, and after a few more bites, he swallowed it with a bone.

I saw Hong Qigong's eyes slightly closed, as if he was recalling the taste just now, smacking his mouth, shaking his head in admiration and saying: "Wonderful, wonderful, as you said, little doll, crisp and fragrant, it is indeed a strange smell that I have never tasted in my life!"

Zhou Botong on the side heard Hong Qigong's words, but his heart was also itching, not that he was as greedy as Hong Qigong, but he was playful by nature, and his curiosity was also very heavy.

Suddenly, with a roar, his figure jumped out from Hong Qigong's side, turned into a black shadow, and pounced on the cauldron, but the gray shadow flashed in front of him, and it was Hong Qigong who came out of the air and blocked in front of him.

The figure was blocked, which made Zhou Botong frown, and said to Hong Qigong in front of him with an unhappy face: "Stinky Huazi, what do you want to do?

"What's the matter, this pot of fried centipedes, called Huazi is also exchanged for martial arts, do you want to eat it? Yes, take martial arts in exchange!" Hong Qigong said with a smile, although he has not yet recovered to his heyday, but the current Zhou Botong's martial arts may not be very high, and when it comes to really fighting, Hong Qigong is naturally not afraid.

Looking at the centipede filled with an enticing fragrance, Zhou Botong was stunned and asked, "In exchange for martial arts, you are not wrong to call Hanako, right?"

"Of course, it's not reluctant to call Hanako, if you don't want to, I won't mind, but, what about this delicacy......" Hong Qigong shrugged his shoulders, his face didn't care, and the implication was naturally self-evident.

In this kind of friction, Ouyang Ke also blew up his eyes, looked at Hong Qigong, who had a slightly serious face, and was dumbfounded for a while, and after a while, he nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, you want to eat?

Looking at Hong Qigong who was blocking in front of him, Zhou Botong naturally knew that if he moved, he might not be able to beat Hong Qigong, but he was reluctant to eat food in front of him, and muttered in a low voice at the moment: "If you don't eat, you won't eat, I'm not rare at all, hum!"

Although Zhou Botong is fun by nature, some things can still be clearly distinguished, what he has learned is the Quanzhen Sect martial arts, he naturally can't take out the Quanzhen Sect martial arts he has learned because of a little food, this is not related to his personal, but also the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect.

However, if he created his own martial arts, he wouldn't mind taking it out and exchanging it, but unfortunately, he is far from being an old naughty boy in the future......

There was no sound in all directions, only the sound of branches popping from time to time in the fire, Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong did not speak again, the flames were expanding and contracting, burning in the top of the mountain.

Hong Qigong sat opposite Ouyang Ke with a golden knife, took the gourd on his back, pulled out the stopper, the aroma of wine overflowed, and just put the wine gourd to his mouth, he was snatched by Ouyang Ke: "Don't drink if you eat centipedes, otherwise you will spoil the deliciousness of centipedes." ”

Hearing Ouyang Ke's words, Hong Qigong also suddenly realized, he didn't drink at the moment, and put a few more in his mouth, only to feel that his mouth was full of deliciousness, and one mouth was not half empty at all......