Chapter five hundred and seventy fifth weird young man
() Because his foot was bitten by a shark, the old turtle went out of his way to show mercy and ordered him to help in the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, this kid surprised everyone again when he arrived in the kitchen! His cooking skills were very good, and the meals he cooked doubled everyone's appetite!
"It's really amazing!" Zhang Xiong couldn't help but admire as he ate the carefully cooked whale meat: "This is the best whale meat I have ever eaten in my life! How did you make it?"
"Well, it's good." Du Fei, who is well-informed and has a very sophisticated taste, also nodded repeatedly: "It's unique, the taste is rich but not greasy at all, it's really good."
Under the praise of everyone, the young man just shrank his neck slightly, with a humble smile on his face and said nothing.
Because he was an officer and soldier before, the sailors on the ship didn't have a good impression of him at first, but gradually they discovered that this young man had a surprisingly good character. Every time he encountered unfair treatment, he always laughed it off and never followed him.
People were arguing over each other. Gradually, everyone became familiar with him, and then they knew his life experience.
It turned out that he was a famous chef who originally cooked for the prince, possessing family martial arts and cooking skills. However, he accidentally cut the gall of a fish during a banquet, leaving some bitter juice in the fish meat.
The person who received the reception that time was one of the prince's able men, who was also a rough military commander. He felt that the fish and meat were a bit bitter and blurted out immediately. The prince felt very humiliated and ordered him to be thrown into prison and executed at a scheduled date! Fortunately, his family sold the trust.
He was saved from death by his intercession, but in the end he was sent to the army and became a silent sailor in the imperial navy.
Everyone was indignant after hearing what happened to him, and no one regarded him as an outsider anymore. Zhang Xiong, who looked arrogant but had a simple heart, soon became friends with him. But as they became more and more familiar with him, everyone also became familiar with him.
Every day I discovered the difference in him.
Every morning when everyone was sleeping, he always quietly ran to the deck alone and stretched his body into strange postures. One time, he was caught by Zhang Zhi who was getting up to pee. He saw him trying his best with both hands to
He stretched his legs backwards and spread his legs parallel to the ground, as if he was practicing some kind of exercise, but every time he finished practicing, he would sigh and look gloomy.
Du Fei was not very impressed with this Feng Kui at first, but later he also discovered something strange about this person: practicing secretly, that is easy to explain, because the practice is most likely a family inheritance, and he does not want to be seen by others.
, but Feng Kui's dejected look makes people wonder. A man who has just escaped from the shark's mouth and is still calm, could he still be depressed because of his inability to practice martial arts?
It was another dark night, with only a few lights on the deck of the Kwai Huang. In a dark corner, Feng Kui could not help but breathe heavily and rest.
At this time, a hand was placed on Feng Kui's thin shoulder. He actually didn't even turn his head: "Sir, you're still awake at this late hour."
Without waiting for Du Fei to answer, he immediately stood up and said, "Is it because I made too much noise? It's my fault. I'll go back right away."
"Stop!" Du Fei suddenly asked with a serious face: "Where did you learn the technique you just practiced?" It turned out that he had been observing in the dark for a long time. Based on his intuition, Du Fei felt that Feng Kui had practiced it well.
It is an extremely difficult secret technique, and it seems that it is not going well.
"This..., this is one of the skills passed down from this humble family. It is inconvenient to reveal it, so please..."
"I know even if you don't tell me, this is not a martial art at all, but a Xuanmen secret technique!" Although Du Fei has lost his magic power, he is very familiar with the characteristics of these Xuanmen secret techniques. What this young man has practiced is very...
It's obviously the weird magic of the former Maoshan sect.
Feng Kui never expected that his secret would be discovered by Du Fei. He suddenly broke into sweat: "Sir! I didn't mean to deceive you, but my master has a prohibition, and the secret technique must not be known to outsiders.
, all our disciples also swore a poisonous oath before practicing!"
"The method you used to repel sharks in the water that day was the 'wood control' of your Maoshan sect?" Du Fei had briefly practiced the Maoshan magic from Pan Ling, the resurgence leader of the Maoshan sect, in the early years. Although he didn't know how to do it,
However, he was very familiar with these strange and incredible spells. When Feng Kui shot the splintered wood and penetrated deeply into the shark's throat, he had already seen it clearly from the observation deck in the captain's room.
At this time, Du Fei sighed softly: "As a disciple of Maoshan Sect, you should know who Pan Ling is?"
"How do you know my master's name?" Feng Kui's eyes widened in surprise: "Master's name is only known to people of the master's generation, and only a handful of disciples like us know it..."
"Haha, it's hard to look back on the past. I was very familiar with your master." Du Fei knew that his experience would be unbelievable to these younger generations, so he passed it over in one sentence. He asked him in reply:
"You are practicing the Aoki Technique, right?"
At this time, Feng Kui finally understood that any concealment he had was for nothing, and he revealed his true identity.
It turns out that his family is not only a family of famous chefs, but also has deep knowledge of martial arts and secret arts. In order to join the Maoshan Sect and practice secret arts, his father did not hesitate to spend all his money to support the Maoshan Sect. By his generation, the family was in decline.
He had no choice but to use his family's cooking skills to wander around. Unexpectedly, he met a good prince and suddenly changed his mind. The family tried their best to save his life. However, because of this, his mother died of illness and his wife remarried with their children...
"I really want to know what the name of that prince is."
"It doesn't matter anymore, maybe all this is fate."
Feng Kui's tone made Du Fei very uncomfortable, and he immediately retorted: "What is life? That guy is the one who caused your family to die. Don't you want to take revenge? A famous chef who serves him delicious food every day, just because
If you make a small mistake, you will be killed. If you don’t kill such people, they will be a disaster even if they are alive!”
"Hey... I thought about revenge every day at first, but a letter my wife sent me after she remarried made me change my mind. She said that although she remarried, she didn't want her children to lose their biological father, so she asked me
Take good care of yourself..." At this point, Feng Kui suddenly stopped, his eyes were already moist: "I know she remarried because she really couldn't live anymore. I don't blame her, I only blame myself. If I had done it earlier,
Make plans for yourself. If you don’t just covet superficial glory, you won’t end up like this!”