The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 157 Incognito Feng Mofeng

Hong Qigong didn't wait for her to say the second sentence, and he didn't drink any alcohol. He grabbed two beef strips with his chopsticks and gave them to his mouth. His mouth was full of deliciousness. It was definitely not ordinary beef. Every time he chewed, he had a different taste , or plump and tender, or sweet and crisp, the flavors are diverse and changeable, just like the endless moves of martial arts masters, which are unpredictable.

Hong Qigong was full of surprises. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that each piece of beef was made up of four small strips. He closed his eyes to discern the taste, and said:
"Well, one is a lamb's hip, one is a pig's ear, one is a calf's kidney, and one... and one..."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and said with a smile:

"You can guess that you are amazing..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hong Qigong called out:

"It's camphor leg meat and rabbit meat kneaded together."

Huang Rong clapped her hands and praised:

"Good job, good job."

Hong Qigong said:

"There are only five kinds of meat, but the taste of mixed pig and sheep is the same, and the taste of roe and ox is also the same. I can't figure out how many changes there are in total."

Huang Rong smiled and said:
"If the change of order is not counted, then there are only 25 changes, which is the number of five or five plum blossoms, and because the meat strips are shaped like a flute, so this dish has a name called 'Who's House Ting Luo Mei'. This 'who's' two The word also means to test people. Qigong, you passed the test, and you are the number one scholar among eaters."

Hong Qigong shouted:
"amazing!"

I don't know whether to praise the name of this dish, or to praise my ability to distinguish flavors, picked up a spoon to scoop up two cherries, and said with a smile:

"This bowl of lotus leaf bamboo shoot tip cherry soup looks so good, I'm a bit reluctant to eat it."

After distinguishing the taste in the mouth again, he yelled "ah", and said strangely:

"what?"

After eating two more, there was another "ah".

Needless to say, the lotus leaves are clear, the bamboo shoots are fresh, and the cherries are sweet. The cherry pits have been pulled out, and other things are embedded, but I can't taste what it is.

Hong Qigong pondered and said:

"What is embedded in this cherry?"

He closed his eyes, slowly discerned the taste in his mouth, and murmured:

"It's sparrow meat! It's either a partridge or a turtle dove. By the way, it's a turtle dove!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Huang Rong giving a thumbs up. He couldn't help but feel proud and said with a smile:

"What's the weird name for this bowl of lotus leaf bamboo shoot tip cherry turtledove soup?"

Huang Rong smiled and said:
"Old man, you still missed one thing."

Hong Qigong said "Yi", looked at Tang Zhong, and said:

"Well, there are still some petals."

Huang Rong said:
"That's right, the name of this soup can be imagined from these five ingredients."

Hong Qigong said:

"It's not enough for me to play riddles, my dear, tell me soon."

Huang Rong said:
"Let me remind you, just think about it from the Book of Songs."

Hong Qigong waved his hands again and again, saying:
"No, no. The old beggar doesn't know anything about the things in the books."

Huang Rong smiled and said:

"With a beautiful face and a small cherry mouth, she is a beauty, isn't she?"

Hong Qigong said:

"Ah, it turns out to be Beauty Soup."

Huang Rong shook her head and said:
"Bamboo is a gentleman to relieve a guilty conscience. Lotus is also a gentleman among flowers. Therefore, the bamboo shoots and lotus leaves refer to a gentleman."

Hong Qigong said:

"Oh, it turned out to be Beauty and Gentleman Soup."

Huang Rong still shook her head and said with a smile:
"What about the turtle dove? The first chapter of the Book of Songs is: 'The female dove at Guan Guan, in the river island, is a graceful lady, a gentleman can easily describe it'. So this soup is called 'Haoqi soup'."

Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said:

"With such a weird soup, there must be such a weird name, very good, very good, Huang Yaoshi, a weird guy, gave birth to such a weird girl like you!"

Wu Zhai patted the table with a smile and said:

"Qigong, are you talking jingle?"

Hong Qigong suddenly sighed:
"Oh, it turns out that this soup was made for your kid, but I chewed peonies, what a pity, what a pity..."

Embarrassed, Huang Rong said angrily:
"You old man, eat quickly, all nonsense!"

Traveling southward, Hong Qigong and Wu Zhai met by chance at first, and they planned to stay for a few days and then go away, but Huang Rong's cooking skills are really superb, and the rare and wonderful flavors come out endlessly every day, so he couldn't give up. go.

Day after day, after traveling for half a month, they came to Xiangyang.

Wu Zhai fought Hong Qigong every day, and he would never give up until he was exhausted. Hong Qigong was so annoyed and unwilling to give up his tongue, so he had to deal with him as hard as possible. In time, his internal strength was equal to that of Hong Qigong!

In this way, the two sides punched and palmed, and they fought inextricably!
During the sparring, Hong Qigong also gained quite a lot. With his state, there are very few opponents in the world. When he meets Wu Zhai, a martial idiot who can make moves every day, he is reluctant to leave for a while.

On this day, several people passed by a blacksmith's shop, which looked very simple. There was a big anvil in the middle of the entrance, and the ground was full of coal dust and iron. There were a few plowshares and sickles hanging on the wall, and there was no one in the house. .

Wu Zhai raised his voice and said:
"Tiejiang Feng, there is business coming!"

Along the way, Wu Zhai called him like this dozens of times, but the ones who came out were either not surnamed Feng, or they were not lame, and there was no trace of Feng Mofeng.

Hong Qigong and Han Xiaoying only said that he was looking for an old friend surnamed Feng, so many times, it was not surprising.

Only Huang Rong knew that Wu Zhai was looking for Senior Brother Feng for her, but there were not many blacksmith shops in Xiangfan, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, when would I find it?
However, Wu Zhai was like this every day, and he showed no signs of discouragement, so he couldn't help being secretly moved.

After a while, a person came out from the side room, about [-] years old, probably bent over for many years, his back was hunched, his eyes were red and thin from the smoke, his eye sockets were full of eye dropsy, and his left foot was crippled. With a cane under his shoulder, he said:

"What is the commander's order?"

Seeing him in such a shape, Wu Zhai was overjoyed, looked at Huang Rong, and said:

"Can you beat the drum, the urn, the golden hammer?"

This item was originally a rare weapon, but after hearing this, Blacksmith Feng did not show any surprise on his face, he nodded, pulled the bellows to light the furnace, and put two large pieces of iron into the furnace to smelt it.

Wu Zhai said again:

"I want 81 catties each on the left and right sides. Is it enough for you here?"

Blacksmith Feng said:

"Enough, enough."

As he spoke, he pulled the bellows violently, burning the coal in the furnace into blood red.

Wu Zhai looked at it for a while, then suddenly said to Huang Rong:
"Rong'er, have you heard of the Black Wind Shuangsha?"

When Blacksmith Feng heard the word "Black Wind Shuangsha", his body shook, he raised his head and glanced at Wu Zhai, then lowered his head and continued to strike iron.

Huang Rong blinked and said:

"I heard that the copper corpse Chen Xuanfeng has copper tendons and iron bones all over his body, making him invulnerable to swords and guns, and the iron corpse Mei Chaofeng moves like the wind, and his shots are extremely fast. What's the matter?"

Wu Zhai sighed and said:
"They met the Seven Heroes of the South of the Yangtze River. The copper corpse was dead, and the iron corpse was also blinded. Now its whereabouts are unknown. I'm afraid it's gone with her senior brother!"

Blacksmith Feng was stunned for a while, then said sadly:
"Is there such a thing? I don't know."

(End of this chapter)