The lid of the pot of duck soup stewed with fresh bamboo shoots has been opened and is bubbling. The beggar pheasant that was stuffed into the fire before leaving has also been taken out, and the outer layer of mud has been hardened.
, was knocked open at this moment, and the bamboo leaves wrapping the pheasant were also opened piece by piece, and the roasted and tender pheasant exuded a unique fragrance.
Mr. Feng was sitting on the stone next to him. He was poking chicken with a small bamboo branch in his right hand, and holding a paper crane between two fingers of his left hand. When he heard the sound, he looked up and sighed: "You kid,
That’s too reckless! I reminded you to be careful of bad guys, are you so careful?”
He was surprised to see Mr. Feng being old, but Hua Zhenxing was inexplicably relieved and asked, "Do you already know what happened just now?"
Mr. Feng: "I'm already here. Of course I know that you just killed someone."
Hua Zhenxing: "That person is dead?"
Mr. Feng: "You're so dead! Before he died, he used a stick and slapped you in the face. The slap was earth-shattering. Unfortunately, you ran too fast and he didn't hit you."
Hua Zhenxing couldn't take a deep breath, and immediately slumped down in the tunnel and said: "I was scared to death!"
He seemed to have lost all strength in his body. That stick was thrust out with all his energy and energy. Not only did he use his greatest strength, he also poured all his spiritual consciousness into it. Without any thinking, he used all the means at his disposal.
It even includes Yangyuan Technique. The so-called element of Yangyuan Technique is vitality, and it can also target vitality when fighting the enemy.
Mr. Feng: "Do you know how to be afraid now?"
Hearing that Frick was dead and Mr. Feng was sitting in front of him, he was no longer afraid. He moved his shoulders and belly and said, "How did you get here?"
Mr. Feng: "If you can come, I can come. I discovered this place first."
Hua Zhenxing: "You reminded me yesterday to be careful of bad guys. Did you know that Frick was here a long time ago? Who is he?"
Mr. Feng: "I don't know the specifics. I only know that he is the head of the Forgan Foundation, which is headquartered in Brussels, Roba. A while ago, he sneaked into the vicinity of Fiso Port to inquire about the situation. This person
His ability is very great, and he deliberately restrains himself so that no one can detect anything unusual about him."
Hua Zhenxing: "Then how did you find out?"
Of course, Mr. Feng had already discovered Frick, otherwise he would not have reminded Hua Zhenxing so much yesterday. He only heard him reply: "He followed you after you went out. He probably wanted to wait until you were far away before attacking, but on the way
He got a little disturbed and lost track of you. He chased you in the direction you were traveling, and then chased you too far, almost reaching the plateau.
If you listen to me and go catch fish on the mountain this morning and think hard about how to make a stone pot fish, he won't be able to find you. But it would be better for you to go to the top of the mountain and release the wooden magpie, flying so high and still checking everywhere.
Tan, even gods can't cover it up for you.
I want to ask you, why don’t you cook stone pot fish? If you had listened to my suggestion and caught fish for cooking this morning, you wouldn’t have encountered this kind of thing!”
Hua Zhenxing was a little confused. He opened his mouth for a long time before saying: "Big fish are found only in deep water, and they are not easy to catch."
Mr. Feng: "I thought you had already practiced water control very well!"
Hua Zhenxing: "The art of controlling water is not the art of fishing. They are two different things. I plan to cook stone pot fish next time."
Mr. Feng raised his left hand again and said, "Lao Yang asked you to take this paper crane with you. Why did you forget just now?"
The paper crane was stored in his backpack, and the backpack was always with him. However, when he went up the mountain to release the wooden magpies and went down the mountain to look for the wooden magpies, Hua Zhenxing left his backpack at the campsite. He did not expect that the situation would be like that just now. He never imagined it in his wildest dreams!
Hua Zhenxing replied honestly: "I forgot, actually I didn't expect it."
Mr. Feng sighed again: "Forget it, in fact, even Lao Yang didn't expect you to meet such a master. If he came in person, it wouldn't be a problem to deal with Frick, but this paper crane alone would
If you can't do it, you're too careless!"
Hua Zhenxing: "Did you save me?"
Mr. Feng shook his head and said: "I didn't take action because there was no need for you to kill him. It was like a blind cat catching a mouse! Do you know that that person wanted to kill you, more than an ordinary person would crush a bug to death?
easy?"
Hua Zhenxing: "It's such an exaggeration. How powerful is he?"
Mr. Feng: "Didn't you see him flying in the sky? If you encounter an opponent like this in the future, be sure to stay away! But he probably didn't rely entirely on his own ability. He might have used something with the help of something. Otherwise, even if you are lucky, you will be lucky enough to win."
Even that magic stick can't kill him.
It can be deduced from this that his cultivation level is at the lowest level, the sixth level, and the highest level, the seventh level. In short, he has not reached the eighth level. There is no way to verify it. People have killed you. You don't know clearly, like this
Such a master, if you fight against him, it will be a life-or-death situation!"
Mr. Hua Zhen took a long breath and said, "Then it's him who dies now."
Mr. Feng: "That was his own death! Even so, it is still a narrow escape for you. You were lucky enough to survive just now. If the same situation happens nine times again, I am afraid you will be finished nine times. Now I know how good you are.
Are you lucky?"
Hua Zhenxing: "I don't understand either. He is so capable, so why can't he help himself?"
Mr. Feng: "This is not your skill, it's your stick. He has never seen this kind of magical weapon, and I'm afraid he has never even heard of it. A magical weapon made of the essence of life between heaven and earth, if it is filled with murderous intent, it will become a magical weapon."
Something that extinguishes life.
But as long as he dodges a little, or doesn't block it with his flesh and blood, but just holds it with his backhand, or your cultivation level is a little worse and your murderous intention is a little weaker, you won't have the slightest chance of succeeding."
Hua Zhenxing: "Wait a minute, you said it was the stick? But it was a tree stick I chopped down, it was just processed with mana."
Mr. Feng shook his head: "I don't know where your stick came from, but Lao Yang used his hands and feet to combine an ancient natural artifact into it, Taiyin!"
Hua Zhenxing: "What is an ancient natural artifact?"
Mr. Feng: "You don't even understand the concept of magic weapon. It's too early to ask these questions. In short, it is very powerful! It can't exert its power in your hands, but you sharpened the head of the stick and used it as a spear. Then
Although Frick has a high level of cultivation, he is still made of flesh and blood after all."
Hua Zhenxing: "Oh, I just lost the stick!"
Mr. Feng: "That's right! If you had lost the stick at that time, you would have lost your life. Old Man Yang didn't tell you how precious the stick was. I'm afraid he was worried about this situation.
As long as you hesitate for a moment and want to pull out the stick, you will definitely not be able to run away. Now that he is completely dead, you don't have to worry, just find time to get it back."
Although Hua Zhenxing is really not anxious anymore, and is completely relieved. He knows that Mr. Feng is a friend of the three old people, and Teacher Ding also respects this person very much. He must be an expert, at least not weaker than Teacher Ding.
Even if Frick is not injured, there is no need to be afraid.
Hua Zhenxing: "Mr. Feng, did you come here specifically to save me?"
Mr. Feng smiled: "I came here to eat. I happened to catch it during the Eastern Kingdom's Golden Week holiday, but I couldn't help much. If Frick didn't die in your hands, you couldn't kill him even with your own abilities.
He died of his own ignorance and arrogance." After saying this, he raised his head and said, "The bump on your forehead is quite bright, and there is a big blister on it. Does it hurt?"
Hua Zhenxing: "It hurts! I forgot about it just now. When you asked me, I suddenly felt so much pain."
Mr. Feng: "So you're still here, have you brought any medicine?"
Huazhen Marching Tent took out a pill of Mingmai Xuanjiao from his backpack. He did not rush to open the blisters and applied a layer on the bag. Half of his forehead turned purple. Mr. Feng asked curiously: "What is this, Lithospermum spp.
Cream?"
Hua Zhenxing grinned and took in the cold air and said, "It's not Lithospermum ointment, it's called Xumai glue..."
He explained the efficacy of the pulse-replenishing gel. Mr. Feng’s eyes lit up and he said, “What a good thing!”
Hua Zhenxing: "I'll pack a box for you to take away later... What are we doing now, go and pick up the sticks?"
Mr. Feng: "The stick is right there. As long as people can't throw it away, it can't be thrown away. Aren't you hungry? I've been waiting for the meal for a long time!"
Hua Zhenxing: "When you say that, I'm really hungry. Let's eat first! Wait a moment and I'll be fine soon."
He got up and patted the dust on his body, then did a set of gymnastics with weird postures. Feeling that he had regained his energy and strength, he took out the seasonings and started cooking the noodles. After the noodles were almost cooked, he went to the tent to get them again.
Two bowls were brought out, and bamboo was cut on the spot to make two pairs of chopsticks.
The wild duck was completely stewed, so I took out two bowls of duck noodles with fresh bamboo shoots and mixed them with the prepared pickles. The smell made me very appetizing. Mr. Feng took the bowl and put it aside: "It's too hot. Let it dry first."
.This bowl of yours is very unique. It is actually made of pure gold. It can only weigh two kilograms, right?"
Hua Zhenxing: "Not two pounds, each one is one and a half pounds, two or three pounds. I processed it on the way here. If Mr. Feng likes it, I will give it to you later!"
Hua Zhenxing has been refining pure gold for a while now. Even this time he brought two boxes of mined gold with a total of one hundred ounces in his backpack. When walking through the river valley, he processed the refined gold into two bowls.
Mr. Feng: “This is too expensive!”
Hua Zhenxing: "It's so easy to process it, it's rare that you like it. You came all the way here to save me, and you even helped me cover up my traces along the way. I don't know how to thank you enough."
Hua Zhenxing is not stupid. After calming down, he roughly guessed what happened. Frick came for Locke. Not only did he want to hunt down Locke, he also wanted to find something that Locke had taken away and sneak into Africa.
No one discovered him after going to Suo Port, and he did not take action in Feisuo Port, but he focused on Hua Zhenxing who was out.
No one else noticed him, but Mr. Feng noticed it somehow. Mr. Feng just said that Frick was disturbed on the road and lost track of Hua Zhenxing, and then he chased too far.
How could such a master be disturbed? It is probably because Mr. Feng concealed Hua Zhenxing's whereabouts in some way, but Hua Zhenxing himself was completely unaware of it.
Sure enough, Mr. Tingfeng said again: "I told you that there was such a place, and then you came to look for it. As a result, you were targeted by bad guys as soon as you left Feso Port. This matter has something to do with me. Of course I was aware of it, so I
I’m here. It’s just the right time. The food is just right. Let’s eat first. Happy Golden Week!”
The Pianerchuan was almost dry, and along with the fragrant beggar pheasant, Hua Zhenxing ate five bowls, and Mr. Feng ate three bowls. The noodles and beggar chicken were all eaten, and there was only a little soup base left in the stone pot.
and mallard duck skeleton.
Mr. Feng leaned on a thick bamboo and burped: "It's not in vain for me to go all this way. The delicious food is rare!"
Hua Zhenxing: "When we get back to Port Feso, I'll treat you to a good drink. I sincerely recommend you try the newly produced Kelin Daqu."
Mr. Feng: "Let's talk about it in a few days, when you've made the soft-boiled abalone."
Hua Zhenxing: "I haven't forgotten this. I'm already preparing it. I can do it when I get back. It will take about two days. Mr. Feng, I will try to catch two fish later. How about making a stone pot fish?"
You also mentioned this dish yesterday."
Feng Junzi shook his head and said: "Forget it for today. You didn't really want to do it, otherwise you would have done it this morning. Now that I have eaten, you must have some doubts, so start asking."