Infinite Heroes Seat

In the hall, Liang Ziweng walked out holding a bamboo basket with a painful expression on his face, as if Mo Wen had killed his own son.

Looking at the scarlet snake, Mo Wen just smiled with satisfaction. After forcing Liang Ziweng to hand over the secret recipe for cultivating the precious snake, he swaggered away from the front door with the bamboo basket in one hand and Huang Rong in the other.

Everyone in the room was silent, looking at the dead body of the spiritual master on the ground, and then at the desolate Liang Ziweng and Ouyang Ke, they all felt a little distracted. They are all conceited generations. Who ever wanted to be killed? With such a contempt, even Yang Kang didn't have the interest to trouble Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing, and Wang Chuyi was also very worried, and after a few more conversations, he hurried away with Guo Jing, and the banquet broke up like this.

Not to mention that after the banquet, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River rushed to the Seventh Son of Quanzhen and stirred up a lot of right and wrong. They only said that after Mo Wen and Huang Rong came out of the palace, they found some medicinal materials to feed the Red Snake. After the red snake was completely blood red, he slaughtered it with a single knife, and let Huang Rong make a bowl of snake soup.

I have to say that Huang Rong's craftsmanship is good. Mo Wen has eaten all over the world over the years, but there are very few chefs who can catch up with Huang Rong's craftsmanship. However, the snake blood has little effect on Mo Wen, which is a full stomach. It was just yu. Huang Rong had gained a lot by the time, and her internal strength had greatly improved. Of course, even if those Xu internal strengths were not enough in Mo Wen's eyes, they were not weaker than Sha Tongtian and the master of Lingzhi.

When everything was up, the two got up and left. They walked slowly along their bridles. They had fun in the mountains and rivers. They could lie side by side in the wilderness, or live in the same room in the village shop. Although they love it deeply, the two have no guesses. No indecency.

Of course, Huang Rong didn't think it was different, thinking that it should be so, but Mo Wen was trying too hard and just endured it.

On this day, the two came to a rural town. Huang Rong was a little sleepy because he had been in the wild for several days before, so she slumbered Mo Wen under a tree for a while, looking at the pillow on her shoulders. Mo Wen just smiled faintly on her sleeping face, feeling a warm feeling rushing to her heart, time has passed, and she didn't wake her up.

When finally falling down the mountain, Huang Rong woke up with a yawn, glanced at the clothes that Mo Wen was wrinkled from the pillow, her pretty face was red, and she said, "So hungry!" A fat rooster came back, with a smile: "Let's go further, don't let the master see it."

The two went east to Lixu and found a clean place. Huang Rong cut the belly of the rooster with Emei steel thorns, washed and peeled off the internal organs, but did not pluck the hair, wrapped the chicken with water and a mass of mud, and cooked it on a fire. Up. After roasting for a while, there was a sweet smell in the mud. Smelling the smell of this ****, Mo Wen just smiled when he looked at the beautiful woman who prepared the dishes, but the next moment he frowned, but then I didn’t know what to think of, brows Stretched again.

After roasting for a while, when the wet mud is completely dry, Huang Rong will peel off the dry mud, the chicken feathers will fall with the mud, and the chicken will be white and tender and fragrant.

About to tear the chicken apart, someone behind him suddenly said: "Tear into three parts, and the chicken will give it to me."

Huang Rong was shocked immediately. She didn't even know that someone was behind her. Looking back, she saw that the person speaking was a middle-aged beggar. This man has a rectangular face, a small beard under his chin, thick hands and feet, and his clothes are covered with patches, but he is cleanly washed. He holds a green bamboo stick in his hand, which is as bright as jade. With a large vermilion lacquered gourd on his back, his face was greedy and anxious. It seemed that if he didn't give the chicken to him, he would stretch out his hand to **** it.

Before Huang Rong could reply, the old beggar was sitting on the opposite side with a golden sword. He took a few sips, handed the gourd to Mo Wen, and said, "You drink, baby."

Mo Wen was pouting and dared to call me a baby, old beggar, if it wasn't for you, I would have abandoned you now. He glanced at the gourd in disgust, and did not reach out to take it, but took it out from his waist. A beautiful hip flask was thrown to the old beggar casually.

"Here you are!"

The old beggar was surprised, took the flask and opened the cap, only to feel a richer aroma of wine on his face.

"It turned out to be a green bamboo leaf over fifty years old! Little guy, where did you find it!"

The beggar was not welcome, and immediately took a few sips.

Mo Wen curled his lips in disdain. With his current status, he was backed by the Lingjiu Palace in several large shops and restaurants across the country. He couldn't get any kind of wine, just because he hadn't encountered it along the way. What big town, otherwise you can get better wine.

On the other side, Huang Rong looked at the beggar up and down, seeing that he had only four fingers on his right hand, and one index finger was missing from the palm, suddenly he remembered a person his father had mentioned. Seeing him looking at the fat chicken in his hand, his throat moved, he swallowed gluttonously, and laughed secretly, he passed the whole chicken.

"How did this happen? You two dolls haven't eaten it yourself." The old beggar said politely, but reached out to take it early, and in a moment he ate the whole chicken with only a few bones left.

Looking at the slobbery eating, Mo Wen sighed inwardly, got up and took a look at Huang Rong.

"Rong'er, I will find something to eat."

"Wait! The old beggar is with you—"

The old beggar heard that these two were still cooking, so he wanted to reach out to stop him. Although he was a beggar, he did not owe favors in his life. It is always bad to eat a chicken for nothing. When you show your hand when you get the materials, you can be rewarded, and you can also take a bite. Isn't it the best of both worlds?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached half of his hand, Mo Wen had already left, he didn't even catch the corner of his clothes.

The old beggar's gaze narrowed slightly. Although his grasp was useless, he could avoid it so easily. This young man was not easy, and he felt a bit aware of the two people's gaze right now.

At this time, Mo Wen's figure was gone, and the old beggar had no choice but to turn his gaze to Huang Rong and said meaningfully.

"Little Wawa, your lover is not easy!"

"Ah! Senior, what are you talking about?" Huang Rong blushed, and then twitched again: "Brother Mo, he is very capable..."

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When Mo Wen came back with a few hares and a few vegetables, Huang Rong was chatting happily with the old beggar.

The old and the young, the one who has rich experience in the arena, the other is clever and wise, all want to follow the other side's words, and the atmosphere is at once harmonious.

Seeing Mo Wen came back, Huang Rong jumped up excitedly and said, "Brother Mo, this old Hong Qigong, who is known as the North Beggar, is the top master in the rivers and lakes!"

"Really?" Mo Wen touched her head, then casually arched his hand at Hong Qigong.

"I have seen Senior Hong!"

This random routine made Hong Qigong stunned. The little girl just flattered herself in every way. Her cautious thinking made him see at a glance. It was nothing more than seeking martial arts, but he didn't care too much. What's the matter with this kid? Why does he feel a little perfunctory? Is it because he has never heard of his name?

Immediately, Hong Qigong shook his head again. Even if this kid doesn't know, he should guess one or two things when he looks at the little girl. Why is it still like this? It is difficult for the young man to be determined, and he did not put himself in the eyes of the older generation? Thinking of Mo Wen’s light work just now, and the things that little girl had said before, Hong Qigong seemed to have found a reason. Looking at Mo Wen’s eyes, he was a little bit displeased~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but Huang Rong didn’t. Perceiving this, he cleaned up the materials Mo Wen had brought, tried his best, and made another big meal. Only Hong Qigong's index finger moved and his belly was full.

Seeing Hong Qigong eating happily, Huang Rong said, "Qigong, are the food still satisfied?"

Hong Qigong patted his belly and took a look at her, "You two dolls are both martial arts, I saw it early. The girl doll took great pains to prepare such a good dish for me. It must be uneasy and kind. I have to teach you a few hands. Okay, after eating such a good thing, it’s hard not to teach you a few hands. Come, come, follow me."

He took the gourd, lifted the bamboo stick, got up and left.

Huang Rong immediately followed with excitement. Although Mo Wen had already shown a good martial arts in front of him, she thought it was a little bit behind his father and masters like Hong Qigong. If she could get the guidance of these people, Mo Wen's martial arts will definitely go further, so there is a bit of joy in his heart.

On the side, Mo Wen had seen her careful thinking and smiled bitterly. Hong Qigong's martial arts is good, but it also depends on who is compared. If Mo Wen makes a move, he is estimated to be no different from Wang Chongyang back then, and needs to be taught. What martial arts. (To be continued.)