The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 100 A Foodie and a Foodie

This year, the second of the five ugliness in Tibet and border areas killed innocent people indiscriminately in Guangdong and killed many good people.

Hong Qigong was jealous of the evil, so he planned to get rid of him casually, but it was very easy to kill him alone, and it would be difficult to find the other four ugly people, so he secretly followed him, waiting for the gathering of the five ugly people, and then slaughtered him in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, this track traveled thousands of miles from south to north, and it followed Mount Hua.

At this time, the four clowns have gathered, and the big ugly has not yet arrived, but it is a big surprise to meet Wu Zhai and his party in the snow in the middle of the night.

Hong Qigong looked at the three people behind Wu Zhai, saw the ropes around their waists, and asked:
"It's freezing cold, what are you doing here so hard?"

Wu Zhai said mysteriously:
"I've heard people say that the Yin of Mount Hua is the coldest place in the world, and it produces the fattest centipedes with gluttonous worms in their stomachs, so I took advantage of the severe winter and went up the mountain to look for them."

Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said:

"You said this centipede, but we both wanted to go together!"

As he spoke, he patted his belly. He was hale and hearty, with strong bones all over his body, but his big belly was fat and a bit cumbersome.

Yang Guo heard what they said seriously, it didn't seem like they were joking, he felt very puzzled.

Cheng and Lu's daughters were even numb all over, wondering how the centipede would eat it?
Hong Qigong said:

"Who are these children?"

Wu Zhai cleared the snow, ordered the three kittens to find some dead wood and branches, and said:

"This kid is Yang Guo, brother Yang Kang's posthumous son, and I took him in as my apprentice. The Huangshan girl is Huang Laoxie's closed disciple, and her name is Cheng Ying. The one in purple is called Lu Wushuang, and she is an apprentice of Li Mochou of the Ancient Tomb Sect." Son."

While talking, a fire was lit.

Hong Qigong laughed and said:

"They all have a lot of background, why did you get these little kids together?"

While talking, he picked up four stones and surrounded the fire, took a small iron pot from his back and put it on the stone.

Wu Zhai grabbed two balls of snow and threw them into the pot, saying:
"These two little girls were picked up on the road. I will send them to Xiangyang in a few days to find Guo Jing and his wife. Qi Gong, will you go?"

Hong Qigong curled his lips and said:
"I'm not going, it's not free, it's very troublesome."

Wu Zhai sighed:

"It's a pity, Chief Huang's culinary skills are excellent. I ate at her house for three days last time, and none of the meals was repeated. Thinking about it now, I still have a mouthful of saliva..."

Hong Qigong laughed loudly, pointed at him and said:

"It turns out that you are also a foodie, but you are in the same league as me. No, no, you have hooked up the glutton, so maybe I have to grab a few meals!"

Seeing the snow water in the pot gradually melting, he said:

"Follow me to fetch the centipede."

After several ups and downs, it has reached the cliff two feet high.

Wu Zhai asked the three of them to keep an eye on the firewood. He moved his body slightly and stepped upward, as if there were stairs in the air. He stepped lightly onto the cliff and stood next to Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong praised:
"You're so handsome, you're almost as good as Wang Chongyang's bull-nosed!"

Wu Zhai chuckled and said:

"I guess, how much better than Master Chongyang!"

Hong Qigong laughed loudly, his voice shook the valley, he only felt that Wu Zhai was getting more and more appetizing.

The two showed their lightness kung fu, and within just a cup of tea, they had already climbed to the top of an untouched mountain.

Hong Qigong walked to a big rock, grabbed the soil with both hands, and threw it aside, and soon a dead rooster appeared in the soil.

I saw that the chicken was bitten by hundreds of large centipedes seven or eight inches long, red and black, with colorful patterns, and it was disturbed at this time, and they were all wriggling.

Wu Zhai swallowed his saliva and said:

"Thankfully I met Qi Gong, otherwise I would have returned empty-handed this time, but I didn't know that this centipede was caught in this way."

Hong Qigong was very proud and said:

"Centipedes and chickens are naturally incompatible. I buried a rooster here yesterday, and it really attracted all the centipedes from the surrounding area."

Immediately, he took out the burden, wrapped the chicken and the centipede together, and happily slipped down the mountain.

At this time, a pot of snow water was boiling hot. Hong Qigong opened the baggage, grabbed the centipedes by their tails, and threw them into the pot one by one.

Seeing more than a hundred colorful centipedes in the bundle, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang screamed, Yang Guo's scalp also went numb, and the three of them backed away together, only watching Wu Zhai and Hong Qigong concoct those poisonous insects from a distance.

Those centipedes struggled for a while, and then they were all scalded to death.

Hong Qigong said:

"When the centipede was dying, it spit out all the venom and urine, so this pot of snow water is extremely poisonous."

Wu Zhai poured the poisonous water into the deep valley.

I saw Hong Qigong took out a small knife, cut off the head and tail of the centipede, gently squeezed, the shell fell off, revealing the meat, white and transparent, like a prawn, very beautiful.

Hong Qigong boiled two more pots of snow water, washed the centipede meat, leaving no trace of venom, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes, large and small, from the rucksack, which contained oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

So I picked up the oil pan, poured the centipede meat down and fried it, and immediately a scent rushed to the nose.

Wu Zhai was fine, he had eaten centipedes before, but he wasn't expecting much.

But seeing that Hong Qigong was impatient, swallowing his saliva wildly, showing his greedy face, he couldn't help laughing secretly.

Hong Qigong waited for the centipede to be lightly fried, added the seasoning and mixed it well, stretched out his hand to the pot, lifted one up, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly for a few times, closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and felt that the world was the best. Joy, there is nothing more than this.

Seeing him reach out to take off a wine gourd on his back, Wu Zhai said:

"Don't drink alcohol when you eat centipedes, or you will ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

As he said that, he grabbed one and ate it, but he felt that his mouth was full of deliciousness, crispy and fragrant, sweet and sweet, and it was really delicious.

Hong Qigong gave a pause in his hand and said:

"Yes!"

He put the gourd aside, only to find that Wu Zhai had already eaten several of them!

So he speeded up and ate more than a dozen pieces in one go, before turning to Yang Guo and the three of them:

"Little children come to eat, why are you polite?"

The three shook their heads repeatedly and said:
"We're not hungry."

Hong Qigong was startled for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said:
"That's right, that's right. I've seen quite a few heroic men who kill their heads and bleed without frowning, but no one dares to eat a centipede like me..."

Wu Zhai was dissatisfied and said:
"Qi Gong, why are you irritating them? How can these centipedes be enough for you and me?"

Immediately, he took out two roast chickens from his bosom, threw them to Yang Guo and said:
"Eat it after it's hot, don't waste it!"

The three of them didn't dare to come forward, finally Yang Guo took a piece of dry firewood, led the fire, lit another fire far away, and roasted chicken with the two women.

After Wu Zhai finished speaking, he took another piece to eat, and praised again and again:

"Fantastic, wonderful!"

Hong Qigong was overjoyed to see that he was eating deliciously.

The two robbed each other and ate up more than a hundred big centipedes. Hong Qigong stuck out his tongue and licked the juice around his mouth, wishing for another hundred centipedes to eat.

Wu Zhai said regretfully:
"It's still too little, not enough to eat, Qi Gong, you should bury a few more roosters!"

Hong Qigong scolded with a smile:

"Bastard boy, how did the old beggar know that you were coming? It's really strange that he complained about me even though he gave me more than half of the centipede!"

Wu Zhai said:
"How can there be more than half, at most one-third!"

(End of this chapter)