[Comprehensive] Parents are not easy to do

"Tell me, why did you two little guys run there to play in the middle of the night? Do you know where it is? Fortunately, I found you, old beggar. If those guards find out, how do you run?" Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing and Yang Kang proudly, and said to them with a smile.

"Of course we know where it is, I... woo woo..." Before Guo Jing could finish speaking, Yang Kang covered his mouth.

"I don't know who the old man is. The two of us really have something to do there. It's not a joke. Please don't stop us, the old man." Yang Kang was not sure if the old beggar in front of him was the one that his father and the others were talking about. Martial arts master Hong Qigong, but he could see that he was not comparable to Guo Jing just because of his lightness kung fu.

"You...haha...you two little dolls, what business can you do, go home quickly, don't make trouble!" Hong Qigong looked at them with a smile, thinking that when he was so young, he often did some self-righteous things. Great things, but often the results are horrible.

"Kangdi, let me go, old man, we are going to find Wu Mu's suicide note, and then we can drive all the Jin people away. You can send us back quickly, or it will be too late at dawn!" Guo Jing hastily pulled Yang Kang's hand away from his mouth, and then hastily explained.

After hearing this, Hong Qigong frowned and thought for a while and said, "If it's because of this matter, I'm afraid you are late. Some time ago, another group of people took a brocade box from there. What suicide note are you talking about?" I'm afraid it has been taken away by someone else."

"Ah!" Guo Jing and Yang Kang stared at Hong Qigong with wide eyes.

"You two are looking at me like this/what are you doing? It's not my old beggar who took it!" Hong Qigong felt uncomfortable being watched by them, and turned his head to one side.

"I don't know if the old man can see the faces of those people clearly, who did it?" Yang Kang was afraid that they were really late, and they were one step ahead of the group of golden men.

"What are you asking for? I just saw the old poison, that is the Western Poison Ouyang Feng. There are still a few that I haven't seen clearly. What do you want to do?" Hong Qigong asked puzzled.

"Too bad, we are really late, and if they snatched the book, then Dad and the others will be in danger." Yang Kang and Guo Jing thought of the martial arts master who was looking for by the King of Jin outside the study as soon as they heard Ouyang Feng's name. With this name, now that Wu Mu's suicide note was snatched away by the golden man, wouldn't their father be in danger?

"Kangdi, what should we do now, the book was taken away by them, should we take it back?" Guo Jing couldn't think of any other way, he only knew that these people must not let those people take the book to the Kingdom of Jin.

"Wait, wait, the more you talk about old beggars, the more confused you become. What on earth are you doing here?" Hong Qigong became more confused the more he listened.

"Old senior, I wonder if you are the nine-fingered god beggar Hong Qigong, old senior Hong?" Originally, Yang Kang was not sure. He was around the imperial dining room, so he was even more sure that this person was Hong Qigong, the leader of the beggar gang who helped his father and the others fight against the golden man many times.

"Oh, how do you know my name, old beggar? Do you know old beggar?" Hong Qigong looked at Yang Kang in surprise?

"Junior Yang Kang pays his respects to Senior Hong. This is my brother Guo Jing. We are the sons of Yanmen Gate Guard General Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin. I heard my fathers mention the heroic deeds of Senior Hong, so I boldly speculate. I hope Senior will forgive me! "Yang Kang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he had some confidence in his heart. If he could get Hong Qigong's help, then the matter this time would be much easier.

"It turns out that you are the descendants of brothers Guo and Yang, no wonder, but what do you want to do with a suicide note?" After knowing that they were friends, they felt more and more courageous and heroic.

"Seniors don't know that this Wu Mu suicide note was written by General Yue Feiyue himself. It is said that it records the infantry formations in every battle between him and the Jin people. If we get this Wu Mu suicide note, we don't have to be afraid anymore. Those Jin people are gone, so I heard my father and them mention that this book is in Da Nei, so we wanted to come and steal the book back, but we were a step too late, and were snatched away by the martial arts masters that the King of Jin asked. Can the old man give us a helping hand and help us get back Wu Mu's suicide note, which can be regarded as doing our best for the people of Song Dynasty!" The sincere eyes of Yang Kang and Guo Jing made Hong Qigong very embarrassed.

"I don't want to fight that old poisoner at all, but since you are dedicated to serving the people, how about it, if you can find a food that satisfies the old beggar before noon tomorrow, I will give the old beggar a set of peerless food." The martial arts are passed on to you, and you go to the old poison to ask for something, but if you can't find food that satisfies the old beggar, then the old beggar can't help you." Hong Qigong said to them with a smile.

"This..." Guo Jing and Yang Kang looked at each other and nodded, "Okay, then at noon tomorrow, please invite Senior Hong to wait for our delicious food at Fuman Building on East Street."

"Hahahaha, okay, then, old beggar, I will wait for your good news, goodbye." Hong Qigong laughed and flew off the roof.

"Dr. Kang." Guo Jing pulled Yang Kang's sleeve worriedly.

"what happened?"

"Do you really have a way to find food that satisfies the old man? Didn't Daddy and the others say that old man Hong can even be picky about the imperial food made by the imperial chef in the imperial kitchen, how can we find food that is better than the imperial food?" Guo Jing Looking at Yang Kang worriedly, he said.

"It's okay, don't worry, I remember my father taught me something to eat. It is said that old man Hong chased after my father to eat, but my father didn't cook it for him, so don't worry about it. I think you should worry about something else." Yang Kang looked at Guo Jing solemnly.

Guo Jing was taken aback by his expression, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Idiot, Senior Hong left by himself, how do we go down? Don't forget, neither of us knows how to do light work!" Yang Kang glanced at Guo Jing and continued to look around.

"Ah~ Brother Kang, really! How do we get down?" Guo Jing shouted, and Yang Kang immediately covered his ears and took a step back, slipping down accidentally.

"Ah~"

"Brother Kang~" Guo Jing flew over to grab Yang Kang's hand, but he was also taken down. The two brothers closed their eyes and fell down together. They thought they would fall badly, but they didn't expect that when they landed, The ground was covered with thick straw, and it didn't fall very hard. Guo Jing and Yang Kang looked at each other and stood up with a smile.

"Huh, you scared me to death."

"Well, I thought we were going to fall to our deaths!" Guo Jing and Yang Kang looked at each other, then walked back to the inn.

Early the next morning, Yang Kang went out to buy some snacks. Guo Jing watched Yang Kang go to the back kitchen of the inn when he came back. Jars, Guo Jing was about to see what Yang Kang wanted to do, but Yang Kang pushed him out.

"Kangdi, let me help you. I...I can cut vegetables for you. What do you want to do? You/mother already told me that I can chop radishes." Guo Jing smiled innocently , I just don't want to go out.

"You can cut a radish, and cut it in a square shape. What's there to show off? Besides, I don't cut vegetables. Okay, you go out. I'll make the first one for you in a while. After finally coaxing Guo Jing out, Yang Kang picked up the chicken wings and cut them open with a knife. While roasting, he took out something from a black pot and smeared it on it. After a while, there was a sweet fragrance The smell came from the kitchen.

"Ah, it smells so good~ Old beggars have a good taste, boy of the Yang family, I can't tell, you still have this ability!" Hong Qigong got out from nowhere, smelling the delicious smell, and started Get ready to sneak a taste.

"Senior, it's not ready yet, please wait for a while, eh? How about, here are the snacks I bought this morning, you can eat some first." Yang Kang took out the plum blossom cake he bought this morning and gave it to Hong Qigong eat.

"Okay, Yang boy, um, it tastes good, you bake it quickly, this food is not enough for old beggars to fill their stomachs!" Hong Qigong urged Yang Kang while eating snacks, and stared at him without blinking. with grilled chicken wings.

"Okay." Yang Kang put the roasted chicken wings on the plate one by one, before Hong Qigong snatched them.

"Enen, it's so delicious. I remembered it. Your father refused to make this for me back then, which made me envious to this day. But the old beggar is lucky, and I still ate it. Enen, it's delicious."

Seeing Hong Qigong holding the plate like a child for fear of others snatching it, Yang Kang shook his head.

"Brother Kang, you just told me to eat the first one." Guo Jing's sad little eyes made Yang Kang feel cold, and then he took out another plate and handed it to Guo Jing, "here, eat."

"Well, thank you Brother Kang." Guo Jing happily sat down with the grilled chicken wings and began to eat them.

Hong Qigong gnawed and said, "You two brothers have a really good relationship, but my old beggar can only teach one of you kung fu. Should I teach you or him?" Hong Qigong asked while gnawing on a chicken wing.

Guo Jing immediately said: "Teach Kangdi, Kangdi is smarter than me and learns faster than me."

Yang Kang glanced at Guo Jing and asked, "I don't know what kind of kung fu Qigong is talking about?"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! How is it? It's amazing! Do you want to learn from the old beggar?" Hong Qigong still likes Yang Kang very much. The only thing I can do well is grilled chicken wings.

The author has something to say: Sure enough, there is no incentive to update the article without a list of comments. Fortunately, the editor saw my inertia and put me on the list again. I am motivated to write again. What are your comments? When is the time?