Master Xuanzhi looked at the person who came and saw that the man was an old man with white hair and beard, his clothes were torn, and he seemed to be a beggar, but his face was blushing and his spirits were radiant. The martial arts he had just shown made people feel awe-inspiring.

At this age, dressing up like this, and having the most powerful martial arts skills.

Xuan Zhi's heart moved, and he had guessed who it was. He glanced at the old man's finger again, immediately stepped forward to greet him, and said respectfully: "Shaolin Xuan Zhi, I have seen Senior Hong."

"It turned out to be a Shaolin monk."

The person who came was Hong Qigong, the "Nine-Fingered God Beggar". He was originally the leader of the Western Beggar Sect among the East and West Beggar Sect. After he passed the position of the Western Beggar Sect leader to Huang Rong, he traveled around the world alone to search for food from all over the country.

When he occasionally saw unfair things, he secretly helped the poor and the needy, killed evil and punished evil.

With his ability, he came and went without a trace.

Sometimes he eavesdrops on the conversations of the Beggar Gang disciples. When he learned that the Western Beggar Gang was in peace under the auspices of "Little Huang Rong", he felt relieved.

This year, Hong Qigong met the second ugly one of the "Five Choushousings in the Border of Sichuan". He killed innocent people and killed many good people. He hated evil and wanted to get rid of this second ugly one at will.

But it is easy to kill him, but it is difficult to find the remaining four ugly people.

Therefore, Hong Qigong had to wait for the Wu Chou to gather together and then kill him in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, this pursuit of Wu Chou actually traveled thousands of miles to Huashan.

At this time, all four Chou had appeared in Huashan, and only the Great Chou was left, and the evil could be eliminated soon.

However, Mr. Hong Qigong did not expect that three people suddenly came to the top of Mount Hua, one of whom was a monk from the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple.

However, he has a very high generation, and is one generation higher than the Xuan generation, so he doesn't care.

Hong Qigong glanced at the two young men again.

Master Xuanzhi immediately said, "This is my disciple, Shaolin lay disciple, Tang Xuan."

Tang Xuan followed and said, "I have met Mr. Hong Qigong, Senior Hong."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong couldn't help but take a look at Tang Xuan more.

Nothing else, it is just because among the East Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, the leader of the East Beggars' Sect, is also a Shaolin lay disciple!

Even Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Western Beggars' Sect, admired Qiao Feng, the leader of the Eastern Beggars' Sect.

"Yang Guo has met Senior Hong."

Yang Guo also came forward to greet him, thinking that this old senior is Hong Qigong, no wonder his martial arts are so good.

He had heard Xiaolongnu talk about the name of Hong Qigong and the unique skills of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he didn't know Hong Qigong's appearance, so he didn't recognize it.

Hong Qigong nodded and smiled, "Okay, don't be too polite. I'm hungry, I'll eat my fill first."

He said, walking to a large rock, grabbing the soil, and soon revealing a dead rooster, which he had buried here before.

Mr. Hong Qi lifted the rooster and saw that the dead rooster was bitten more than a hundred large centipedes that were seven or eight inches long.

He was very proud and said, "The centipede and the chicken are incompatible by nature. I buried a rooster here yesterday, which really attracted all the centipedes around!"

"Amitabha."

Master Xuanzhi chanted the Buddha's name.

Hong Qigong opened the package on his back again, took out a small iron pot and firewood, surrounded it with a few stones, and directly set it on the fire.

He grabbed two more balls of snow and put them in a pot to boil as water.

Then, Hong Qigong put the centipedes into the pot. The centipedes struggled for a while and were burned to death.

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "When the centipede was dying, she vomited out all the venom and toxic urine. Therefore, this pot of snow water was extremely poisonous."

He poured the pot of snow water into the deep valley, took out a knife, cut off the head and tail of the centipede, and gently pinched it. The shell fell down with his hands, revealing the meat, snow-white and transparent, like a prawn.

Hong Qigong cooked another pot of snow water, washed the centipede meat without any venom, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes of large and small sizes from the backpack, which contained oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.

He started the oil pan, poured the centipede meat down and fryed it, and immediately a fragrance plunged into his nose!

Even if it was centipede meat, the fragrance made Tang Xuan and Yang Guo swallow.

Master Xuanzhi said the Buddha's name again.

Mr. Hong Qi swallowed even more and showed his greed. He reached into the pot, picked up one, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly for a few chews, closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and felt that the world was most happy, but that was it.

He looked at Xuanzhi, Tang Xuan and Yang Guo again, and smiled and said, "Come and eat together, you have to be polite!"

As he said that, he took down another wine gourd on his back and threw it aside, and smiled and said, "Don't drink when eating centipedes, otherwise the tip of his tongue will numb and ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

This is a standard foodie!

Tang Xuan smiled bitterly. If the master had not been on the side, he would have to taste the centipede flesh.

But the master was watching from the side, and you saw that he chanted the Buddha's name again, and then he kept silent.

As a Shaolin monk, how could he eat meat?

Tang Xuan was a disciple of Shaolin layman. He could also eat wine and drink meat like Qiao Feng, but he had to be divided into occasions.

How could he eat meat in front of Master Xuanzhi?

However, Yang Guo was very rude. He stepped forward and picked up a centipede, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He only chewed it, but he felt delicious, crisp and fragrant. He had never tasted such a delicious taste in his life.

He chewed a few more bites, swallowed it, and went to get the second one to eat.

Hong Qigong was so happy that he started eating centipedes with Yang Guo.

He looked at Master Xuanzhi and Tang Xuan again, and thought to himself that the master and apprentice were really useless.

Tang Xuan glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, and he felt deeply aversion to this behavior of eating wild game.

I don’t know if eating wild game is easy to get into trouble?

After eating, Hong Qigong stretched his waist, yawned, and laughed and said, "I've been rushing the criminals for a few days. It's rare to have a meal today. You have to sleep well for three days! Even if the sky falls, don't wake me up! Take care of me, don't let the beast bite me before I realize it."

As he said that, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Affect the order."

Master Xuanzhi responded, and as a high-ranking, high-ranking and famous nine-fingered divine beggar, he must also obey orders as a high-ranking monk of the Shaolin Xuan generation.

Tang Xuan and Yang Guo had no way to object.

At this time, there was heavy snow on the swan feathers, and Hong Qigong's head and body were soon covered with a layer of white snow, as if he had been buried in a snow grave.

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from below.

I saw black shadows, using their light skills, leaping up the mountain, their body movements were fast, and the sword light flashed on their backs.

Look at their light skills, they also have considerable attainments. In the world, they are at least second-rate masters and the heads of small sects.

"Wu Zhaobian Wuxiao?"

Tang Xuan raised his eyebrows.

He knew that Hong Qigong had just arrived in Huashan because he followed Wu Chou in the border area of ​​Sichuan.
Chapter completed!