Chapter 11: Evil guests arrive at the door (two chapters in one)
Gao Zhuo's face was dull, and golden scriptures the size of rice grains shone in the pupils of his eyes. Even his physical body turned into a rock-hard Vajra body under the light of the Buddha.
A Buddha's name was heard, and a palm strike struck him in the blink of an eye.
Xu Tong did not dodge and used the Five Birds Grasping Hand. He threw his long arm towards the face and struck Gao Zhuo's palm with one hand. As soon as the two palms touched, there was a collision like thunder.
But before Gao Zhuo could exert his strength, Xu Tong suddenly squatted down in front of him, and followed Xu Tong's left foot forward on one knee. However, his right foot turned sideways, followed by passing Gao Zhuo with his body, and slid out from Gao Zhuo's lower ribs.
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This move was a coincidence of the spirit ape playing with the stupid bear. If Gao Zhuo was awake at this moment, he might be able to distance himself immediately, but at this moment, Gao Zhuo was even worse than the stupid bear, and he actually chose to quickly turn around and grab Xu Tong.
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This turn requires at least two movements. For Xu Tong, this is a great convenience. He immediately spreads his arms together, steps on his feet in the shape of a crane, and grabs his shoulders in the tiger posture. Then he only twists his waist to use his strength.
, actually threw Gao Zhuo directly into the air and hit him headfirst into the bushes.
In terms of strength alone, after Gao Zhuo transformed into a corpse, he was strong enough to punch through a three-finger-thick solid wood door, but in terms of combat skills, he was still far behind.
Although the proficiency of the Five-Animal Grasping Master is not at the full level, it is still considered to be a master of martial arts. With the close combat skills, as long as you don't encounter extreme martial arts idiots like Wang Zheng, there is absolutely no problem against ordinary players.
Oh, mentioning Wang Zheng, Xu Tong couldn't help but feel a little depressed. This guy actually refused his invitation, saying that he was going to practice alone for a while.
Alas, I even prepared the prop cards, but it’s a pity that he didn’t come.
However, he is not in a hurry to wait for the Yin-Yang Cave incident to be over. After being promoted to a certified player, he can formally establish a team. Wang Zheng will not be able to run away by then.
Xu Tong's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he couldn't help but think of his cute little friend.
Gao Zhuo got up from the ground unsteadily, and by chance Xu Tong threw him into the mouth of the spring. He was soaked in water, but as soon as the cold spring water was poured in, he woke up, covered his head and asked:
"Why am I lying down??"
"Hey, you ask it."
Xu Tong pointed to the bronze statue of the monk covering his mouth, walked forward and squatted in front of the statue, stretched out his hand and pulled the statue up.
It didn’t matter if he didn’t pull it, but when he pulled it, the bronze statue cracked directly, and golden sand actually flowed out of the broken bronze statue.
The gold sand stained Xu Tong's hands, causing Xu Tong's expression to change. His palms seemed to be thrown into flames, and were burned with pitted scars in the blink of an eye.
Xu Tong carefully took out one and threw it into the prop book.
【Nirvana Fosha】
According to rumors, after the great virtuous monk passed away and reached nirvana, his golden body remained immortal after being cremated, and his skull turned into gold, which contained Buddhist teachings. It is an unparalleled treasure. Some Tantric sects use this sand to decorate their tattoos, which can lead to the incarnation of the Buddha.
Seeing this introductory entry, Xu Tong understood in his heart and collected the sand and gave it to Gao Zhuo.
Since he has a dark constitution, it is of course impossible for him to show off this thing on his back. However, Gao Zhuo himself has Buddha power, so this thing is just right for him.
This trip was not a loss, I picked it up for nothing.
But after this fuss, the two of them had no intention of continuing to climb the mountain.
After taking a short rest, we headed back down the mountain.
At the foot of Fanjing Mountain are villages with Miao and Tujia people. In the past, this area was a restricted area for Han people, but now there is no distinction between Miao and Han people. Everyone has the same name, Huaxia people.
The village then naturally opened hotels and farmhouses.
Seeing Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo coming down the mountain, the villagers warmly asked if they wanted to come in for a meal.
It's okay not to mention this, but my stomach can't stand it when I mention Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo.
I chose a pretty good farmhouse and went in.
This independent small courtyard has three or four tables in the courtyard and a small building on stilts behind it. It seems to have been newly renovated.
When the old man guarding the yard saw the guests coming, he got up and invited the two of them to find a place to sit down.
"It's all farm food. Look, I'll make whatever you like."
The old man looks to be about seventy years old. His white hair makes him look a little bald, but his black and white eyes are exceptionally bright. As soon as he opens his mouth, he gives off a strong and ageless feeling.
Xu Tong handed the menu to Gao Zhuo. After all, he was a native of Xiangxi and knew how to order better than himself.
He looked up and down at the old man.
The old man's luck is very good, and there are faint signs of pine trees on the top of his head.
This is a sign of good luck, the so-called grass on the wall and pines on the tiles.
Both are people who need a certain amount of luck to achieve success, but the only difference is that the grass on the wall can adapt to the wind, while the pine on the tile is persistent.
Judging from the luck on the top of the old man's head, the day when things will come true is already very close.
So he smiled and asked, "Old man, are there any happy events recently?"
"Huh?"
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and looked at Xu Tong in surprise.
"How do you know, young man?"
"Looking at the spring breeze blowing on your face, joy on your brows, and being in such good spirits, it must be that something good is going to happen recently, so I'll take a guess."
Xu Tong said with a smile.
Hearing this, the old man perked up, sat down and said, "You are so right, my granddaughter is getting married soon."
When Xu Tong heard this, he suddenly realized, and he quickly congratulated the old man.
"Old man, is your family planning a happy event?" Gao Zhuo raised his head and immediately glanced at Xu Tong: "Since it's a happy event, I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate for us to stay in a hotel."
"That's not necessary. My granddaughter is getting married in the city. My legs and feet are not good, so I won't go."
The old man waved his hand and explained.
"Then we'll stay here, in a standard room. In addition, sir, we want these side dishes, a dish of pickled fish, and a bucket of rice."
Gao Zhuo quickly ordered a few special side dishes.
After the old man wrote it down, he stood up and walked to the kitchen. After the old man left, Xu Tong frowned.
Obviously the happy event the old man said was true, but it was probably not this that really made him so happy.
But since the old man didn't say anything, they didn't intend to ask.
After all, other people's affairs have nothing to do with me. I just need to eat and drink enough and rest for a night before setting off for Yin Yang Cave early tomorrow morning.
"Zizzizi..."
After a while, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.
The old man's kitchen used to be open-air, but now it has four sides of glass. Through the glass, you can clearly see the cooking process of the old man.
Although the old man is old, his cooking skills are neat and tidy.
Take a live fish, slap it with the back of the knife, remove the gills with two knives, insert the chopsticks into the fish's mouth, twist it, and easily take out the fish's internal organs completely.
It seems like a simple skill, but without years of experience in cooking, most people would not be able to do it as smoothly as the old man.
A bright kitchen knife for scraping scales and removing bones seemed to be as precise as a delicate scalpel in the old man's hands.
Seeing the old man cooking, Xu Tong actually felt a sense of enjoyment.
If you want to ask him what art is, maybe the scene in front of him is art, and simplicity may be essentially a return to nature.
Soon the food was served.
Fried pork, pork knuckles, beef with skin, glutinous rice ribs, group photo (tofu) and finally the old man’s specialty, sour fish.
The food on the table is full of color, flavor and flavor, which makes people's appetites move.
Xu Tong first took a bite of the stir-fried pork and put the meat slices in his mouth. The fat and thin slices of meat exuded an attractive spicy aroma. The aroma of the meat was stimulated by the stir-frying. When he took one bite, he felt the mixture of spicy and numb.
The aroma of the gravy is also stimulated, making it a perfect dish to go with rice.
Gao Zhuo first tasted the sour stuffed fish on the side. As a Xiangxi native, he knew very well how sourness has ruled this land for thousands of years.
The mellow sour aroma produced by the slow fermentation of whole grains through natural processes converges into sour juice, which is sour but not overpowering.
The addition of chopped peppers and tomatoes makes the taste more distinct.
Put the fish in the pot and cook slowly until the sour soup melts into every inch of the tender texture of the fish. This dish is considered a success.
As soon as you take one bite, you will feel a strong spicy feeling at first, and then a unique sour and fresh taste, which is simply irresistible.
“Delicious!”
When Gao Zhuo took a bite, he was so sour that the hairs all over his body stood on end. This was definitely the most delicious sour fish he had ever eaten.
A table of food is enough to feed eight people at least, but it is not enough for two foodies like Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo.
In just one pot of tea, the food on the table was completely eaten, and not even a bit of the rice in the rice bucket was left.
This still surprised the old man. It seemed that he hadn't seen such a good eating young man for a long time.
After watching the two of them finish eating, the old man was still worried that they were full, so he quickly made a pot of tea.
Xu Tong drank tea and took out a hookah pipe.
When the old man saw the thing in Xu Tong's hand, he couldn't help but be startled: "This is a good thing."
Xu Tong smiled, and Gao Zhuo also took out his own.
Although not as big as Xu Tong, he is not small either.
The old man looked behind the two of them with doubts on his face. He didn't know where he got this thing from. He silently got up and walked into the house to take out his hookah pipe.
Good guy, that hookah pipe is bigger than Xu Tong's, over one meter long, and the coating on it seems to be old.
This is not surprising, after all, in western Hunan, the Miao people like to smoke hookah pipes the most.
Xu Tong also specially took out his own tobacco to share with the old man. This was high-quality goods carefully prepared by Gao Tianfang, and it really made the old man's face light up.
"This is a good thing. It was available before, but not now." The old man took a sip and tasted it slowly, and then sighed and wanted to spare Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo their meal money.
Gao Zhuo hurriedly said no, but the old man insisted. In his words, this kind of tobacco is worth a piece of tobacco. You can't even buy it with money, and a meal is worth nothing.
Seeing this, Xu Tong did not let Gao Zhuo refuse, and then directly handed half a pack of tobacco to the old man.
"It's too expensive to do." The expression on the old man's face changed slightly and he quickly refused.
"You said one mouthful is worth a gold, and your meal today is also worth the same price in our mouths."
Xu Tong said with a smile.
No matter how good the tobacco is, it cannot be said to be more precious than gold, but for the elderly, money is not important, but the tobacco is important.
In the same way, cut tobacco is not important to Xu Tong, but such a delicious meal is worth half a pack of cut tobacco to him.
When the old man heard this, he burst out laughing. He felt like he had met an old friend, so he no longer refused. He even patted his chest and said, "If you like it, I will prepare a special meal for you tonight. I guarantee that you will never miss it."
I haven’t eaten it.”
"Then we will have a good meal."
The three of them suddenly burst into laughter. For a while, the three of them, one old, two young, were sitting at the door. They were smoking so hard that it was a happy time.
A group of people walked in from the door, holding microphones in front and cameras behind them. They were reporters.
As soon as they entered the house, they started taking pictures on their own, as if they were promoting the village. The old man was already used to this and allowed them to take pictures.
At this time, the reporter turned the camera and saw the three people sitting together smoking hookah, and his eyes lit up.
He walked up to the three of them, pointed the microphone at the old man and asked, "Hello, are you a Miao?"
The old man nodded.
"It is said that we Miao people have many mysterious stories, such as the art of bewitching. Do you know this?"
The old man frowned when he heard this and nodded: "A little bit, a little bit."
Upon hearing the old man's words, the reporter's eyes lit up: "Then can you let us take a look."
However, the old man shook his head firmly and said seriously: "The village director won't let it be used. If you use it, you will be scolded."
Xu Tong, who was sitting aside, almost laughed when he heard this answer.
But when he glanced at the top of the old man's head from the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat and sank. He saw that the luck on top of the old man's head suddenly collapsed, and even traces of blood appeared, which was clearly a bloody disaster.
What surprised Xu Tong even more was that after he counted it out, a bad visitor came to his door, but he didn't expect that the problem still happened to him?
at the same time……
On the beach in Sanya, a thin young man was standing there with a backpack on his back, looking at the sexy beauties passing by on the beach through the sunglasses on his nose.
Compared with revealing swimsuits, young people's eyes are more focused on women's buttocks.
While his eyes were looking at these beauties, the young man put his other hand on the backpack on his waist and fumbled around.
At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze was like a cheetah's gaze, fixed firmly on a young woman in her thirties in front of her.
No, strictly speaking, he was staring at the young woman's buttocks, and the hands in his backpack began to move restlessly.
Watching the young woman slowly walking towards the milk tea shop nearby, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and followed her silently.
It happened that there were very few people around the milk tea shop, so the young man could wait in line closely behind the young woman.
Looking at the young woman's raised buttocks, the young man couldn't help but swallow, and silently took his hands out of his backpack slowly...
"Little Orange!!"
At this moment, a man suddenly shouted and ran over from a short distance away.
When the young woman heard this, she immediately turned around, waved her hand and ran towards the man.
This made the young man's face change slightly, and he could only watch the young woman's leaving figure reluctantly.
"Hey...man, you have a good eye."
The boss lying on the bar seemed to have noticed the young man a long time ago. He walked down and handed the young woman a cigarette with a smile. He stared at the young woman's back and said, "Excellent, look at those breasts... long legs."
...Tsk tsk..."
The young man was startled, looked at the boss sideways with a strange expression, and did not accept the cigarette he handed him. Instead, he cursed with a look of disgust: "Pervert, bah!" After saying that, he turned around and left.
The boss was stunned for a few seconds and greeted the young man and his family with curse words.
Naturally, the young man could hear the boss's scolding, but he ignored it. He just lost the goal he had finally found, which made him feel lonely and unhappy.
As he silently took his hand out of his satchel, a bloody screwdriver appeared in his hand.
Looking at the straight and hard screwdriver, I couldn't help but play with it with my hands.
It's a pity, just a little bit close.
The young man was playing with the screwdriver. Although it was not time for dinner, he still couldn't help but feel hungry. When he looked up, he saw a small restaurant.
So I opened the door and walked in. When I looked up, I saw a live TV show introducing the scenery of western Hunan on the TV hanging in the restaurant.
I didn't pay much attention at first and ordered a seafood fried rice.
But as soon as he sat down and looked up, the young man suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. A face in the picture that he would never forget appeared in front of him in a puff of smoke with a cigarette in his mouth.
The eyes under the sunglasses gradually turned red. The boss, who was concentrating on frying rice in the kitchen, suddenly heard a roar, followed by a banging sound, and hurriedly ran out to take a look.
The table was overturned, and the restaurant was in a mess. The boss was dumbfounded, and suddenly noticed a screwdriver stuck on the table.
Just when the boss was about to reach out and take off the screwdriver, the air in front of his eyes suddenly distorted, and a dark crack appeared in front of the boss. Then a palm pulled out the screwdriver and suddenly waved the screwdriver in front of the boss.