After Ergazi sent Erzhanzi's coffin to Songjia Village and buried it at the foot of the mountain, he wanted to go back to Tiancheng immediately, but was stopped by the plague, so he temporarily followed Song Fugui to buy and sell medicinal materials.
Later, Song Daji ran to the Tian'an Pavilion branch in the town, and he followed him there. He wanted to persuade Song Daji to come back, but he didn't expect that Song Daji would not leave even if he was ill.
Slowly Ergazi gave up.
Now seeing Song Daji and Zhou Xixin looking very affectionate, Ergazi felt uncomfortable, but he could only smile.
It seems that he just has no fate with Song Daji!
Ergazi thought, and then he saw a girl in red clothes with two buns jumping up to the temple wall and disappearing quickly.
Ergazi was stunned, pointed at the wall and tugged at it quickly. Song Fugui exclaimed, "Someone climbed the wall just now and ran away!"
Song Fugui was stunned for a moment. He raised his eyes and saw that another woman's head quickly appeared on the wall. Then with a slap, a little rooster with wings tied was thrown down from the wall by the woman. The woman clung to him.
Then he jumped down, his body shape was clean and neat.
After Song Fugui saw the woman's face clearly, he smiled and said, "It's Jiang Long. The person my mother brought back may be a maid from the Ji family!"
"Jiang Long?" Ergazi was stunned, "A girl with such a name?"
Song Fugui smiled and said, "Look at her like this, how does she look like a girl?"
Ergazi continued to raise his eyes and saw Jiang Long taking a knife, smearing the rooster's neck with one stroke, and put the blood into a large white porcelain bowl.
Ergazi couldn't help but touched his neck, turned around and left quickly.
"Wait!" Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded from behind Ergazi.
Ergazi looked around.
"It's you, don't look at others!" Jiang Long shouted.
Ergazi turned around and realized that Song Fugui had gone somewhere and he was the only one left in the yard.
"Can you roast chicken?" Jiang Long asked.
Ergazi nodded.
Er Gazi is a hunter. Every time he takes Er Gazi up the mountain and catches prey, the easiest and most direct way is to roast it and eat it, so Er Gazi also practices the skill of barbecue. "That's good, you help me roast the chicken, and I will share it with you."
How about a chicken thigh?" Jiang Long asked with a smile.
Ergazi was a little afraid of Jiang Long and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "You don't know how to bake it yourself?"
"I can only clean up, but not roast. When I followed the master before, he always cooked my chicken legs and ate them!" Jiang Long said as he opened the belly of the chicken, flicked the flames, and waited for the pot.
When the water inside boiled, the whole chicken was soaked in it.
After scalding the chicken all over, Jiang Long placed the chicken in a wooden basin aside and plucked the chicken feathers neatly with his two calloused hands.
Ergazi couldn't help but move back.
"Don't leave. I finally caught a chicken today. If I can't eat it and I'm in a bad mood, I will scold and beat them!" Jiang Long raised his eyes, his eyes full of threats.
Ergazi's feet that had retreated quietly moved back again.
"Okay, you put it on the rack for me, and I'll go collect firewood!" Jiang Long threw the plucked white-striped chicken into Ergazi's arms, and he quickly jumped up the wall and disappeared.
Ergazi stood under the bright sun with his head held high, holding the chicken in his arms, and looked at the two-meter-high temple wall with some envy.
After Er Gunzi died, Er Gazi rummaged around at home and found two secret books. One was about archery and the other was about Qing Kung Fu. Unfortunately, Er Gazi only learned ordinary boxing and kicking before. Qing Gong was just fine because he was running on the mountain.
Jumping is a little better than those who haven't practiced, but compared to Jiang Long's skill of climbing over walls and climbing houses as if walking on flat ground, it is really far behind.
Ergazi suddenly had an idea. He took the chicken in his arms and washed it first. He made more than a dozen cuts on the chicken. Then he went to the kitchen to get some salt and sauce, smeared it all over, and then put it on the fire to roast.
Ergazi sat down and sang while roasting, looking very relaxed.
Jiang Long came back with firewood. Looking at the roast chicken that was already sizzling with oil, he couldn't help but extend his thumb towards Ergazi, "It's so awesome. Your skills are no worse than my master's!"
Ergazi smiled and asked, "The girl's name is Jiang Long?"
Jiang Long nodded: "Yes, what is your name?"
"My name is Ergazi, and I am Aunt Song's godson!" Ergazi said quickly.
"Oh, I've never seen you before!" Jiang Long nodded.
"I followed Brother Fugui to deliver medicinal materials!" Ergazi said with a smile.
"Okay, we will be friends from now on, please take care of me!" Jiang Long stretched out his hand.
Ergazi glanced at Jiang Long's hands. There were many calluses on them, especially at the tiger's mouth. They were very similar to his grandfather. Before, his grandfather said they were used to cut firewood, but now Ergazi knew that they were used for practicing.
Archery practice.
Ergazi stretched out his hand, and just as he was about to hold Jiang Long's hand, Jiang Long turned his palm into a fist and touched Ergazi.
Ergazi smiled sheepishly and asked, "Are you very good at martial arts?"
"Let's see who we compare with!" Jiang Long kept staring at the roasted chicken. "Compared with my master, it must be the master who is better. If you compare with my brothers, it's me who is better. Otherwise, Mr. Ji wouldn't be the best either."
meeting……"
Jiang Long was a little proud, and suddenly felt that he had said too much, so he stopped saying anything, and just pursed his pink lips with some pride.
Ergazi didn't ask any more questions, but roasted the chicken carefully. When it was almost done, he tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Jiang Long with both hands.
Jiang Long glanced at him and asked, "Do you have something to ask me for?"
Ergazi smiled awkwardly: "How do you know?"
"You are so attentive, of course I can tell!" Jiang Long took a bite of the chicken leg. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was salty and juicy. It tasted really good.
"Your roasted chicken is pretty good, it's more delicious than my master's!" Jiang Long nodded with satisfaction.
"Then I'll roast chicken for you from now on, and how about you teach me Qinggong?" Ergazi asked.
Jiang Long glanced at Ergazi: "Teach you Qinggong? How old are you?"
Ergazi was a little embarrassed: "Not big, only sixteen..."
"You didn't start learning until you were sixteen, isn't it too late?" Jiang Long said helplessly.
"It's not too late, I've learned it before. It's just that I didn't want to learn it before and just messed around all day. Now I think about it. I want to learn martial arts and become a useful person. And you are the most powerful person in Qinggong I have ever seen."
I'm a man, so I want to learn Qing Kung from you!" Ergazi said, and thought about it again, as if he was afraid that Jiang Long would disagree, and took out a book from his arms, "Otherwise, I can also use my family's god
I pass on the art of archery to you!"
Jiang Long gnawed on the chicken leg and said with a smile: "Your family's ancestral archery skills? If it's great, you still want to worship me as your teacher. What is your... Shenjian family's archery genealogy?"
The chicken drumstick in Jiang Long's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He quickly wiped it on his body and carefully stepped forward to hug the secret book, his eyes widening.