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Or is it that Qigong was just bragging before, so you can't guess it at all? "

Hearing this, Hong Qigong's heart was moved immediately, and he said, "Young girl Rong, you don't have to provoke me, the old beggar can just guess, come on!"

"Hee hee, Qi Gong is refreshing!"

Huang Rong giggled, stretched out her hand and lifted the lid, it turned out that the first dish was soup!

Smelling the aroma emanating from the soup, Hong Qigong almost salivated, and said, "Good food, good food! Lotus leaves, bamboo shoot tips, cherries... lotus leaf bamboo shoot tips and cherry soup!"

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After hearing the name of the dish, Huang Rong shook her head and said, "The ingredients are correct, but the name is not here~~~"

Hong Qigong was stunned, looked at the soup on the table in surprise, and said, "How could it be wrong, it's impossible! Girl Rong, do you want to keep begging Hua to lose, so you deliberately refused to admit it?"

Huang Rong giggled, took the bowl on the table, filled a bowl, handed it to Lin Shuo, and said, "Brother Shuo, try Rong'er's handicraft first!"

Then he looked at Hong Qigong with a smile on his face, and said, "Qigong, this is the number one talent, Rong'er will let you try it before guessing."

"Huh? Is there such a good thing? Then I'll be rude!"

Hong Qigong was immediately overjoyed, and quickly picked up a bowl for himself, and couldn't wait to taste it.

After taking a bite, Hong Qigong was stunned. He tasted it, and it was indeed not lotus leaf, bamboo shoot tip and cherry soup, and there was another mystery in it.

For a while, he fell into deep thought. It was not only about his own victory or loss, but also his respect for food. He had to figure out what kind of soup it was.

Seeing this, Huang Rong didn't disturb his meditation. With a slight smile on his lips, he looked at Lin Shuo expectantly, and asked, "Brother Shuo, how about this soup?"

Lin Shuo nodded, and said, "Rong'er's craftsmanship is naturally the best. I like it very much. Rong'er, you should try it."

Huang Rong nodded, filled a bowl for herself, and drank happily.

While Hong Qigong was holding his bowl, lost in thought.

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Chapter 220: Innate?No!It's the innate master! (5/5)

"I figured it out!"

"It's bird meat."

"Is it a partridge or a turtledove?"

"It's a turtledove, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Huang Rong gave a thumbs up and said, "Amazing!"

Knowing that it was indeed turtledove meat, Hong Qigong showed a smug smile on his face, but the next moment, Huang Rong continued to ask: "Then... what is the name of the soup?"

Hong Qigong's expression froze, he shook his head and said, "I can't guess, what is it?"

Huang Rong's face showed a smile of success, and she said with a smile: "Did Qigong admit defeat?"

The corner of Hong Qigong's mouth twitched, he nodded helplessly, and said, "I admit defeat, tell me girl, what is your request?"

Huang Rong smiled slightly, and said, "Qi Gong, don't be in a hurry, I'll bring the other dishes together, we'll talk when we're full."

After finishing speaking, Huang Rong happily brought over the remaining "520" dishes, and said, "Brother Shuo, Qi Gong, eat quickly, Rong'er made this specially."

Hong Qigong was very curious, and said: "Rong girl, tell me the names of these dishes, the old beggar is very curious!"

Lin Shuo was also a little curious. Although he knew that Huang Rong's cooking skills were very good, there was nothing she couldn't cook.

But Huang Rong often researches some creative ideas, and even Lin Shuo himself doesn't know what these dishes are called.

Huang Rong smiled sweetly and introduced: "The first dish is soup. The petals in it refer to the beauty of flowers. Isn't the cherry the same as the small mouth of the cherry? The combination of the two makes it a beauty."

"Oh, this is Beauty Soup!" Hong Qigong suddenly realized.

"wrong!"

Huang Rong ruthlessly rejected the name he said, and continued: "There are also bamboo shoots and lotus leaves. These two refer to gentlemen, and the last one is turtle doves. It is said in the Book of Songs: "Guanguan Jujiu, in the river. Zhizhou, a fair lady, a gentleman loves to be. Therefore, this soup is called Haoyu soup.

As for the second dish, it uses ham and tofu, a total of 24, and my father named it 24 Bridge Moonlight Night.

As for the last dish, it is made of lamb's left kidney, piglet's ear, dairy cow's kidney, roe deer and rabbit meat.

There are only five kinds of meat, but the mixed taste of pigs and sheep is one taste, and the chewing of roe and ox is another taste. If the order changes are not counted, there are also 25 kinds of changes, which are equal to the number of five or five plum blossoms.

And because the strip is shaped like a flute, I named it Yudi Who Ting Luo Mei. "

Did Hong Qigong salivate long ago, and it was really drooling.

The ground in front of him was already soaked with saliva, and the corners of Lin Shuo's mouth twitched. This old beggar is really a veteran foodie, and he doesn't care about his image at all.

After listening to Huang Rong's introduction, he couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to move.

After a gust of wind swept through the clouds, the dishes on the table disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, all of them entered Hong Qigong's stomach.

"Hahaha......"

"Refreshing! Really refreshing!"

After feasting, Hong Qigong stroked his stomach and said, "Girl Rong, I never eat other people's food for free, let alone I have lost a request to you. Tell me, the old beggar will definitely do it."

The corners of Huang Rong's mouth raised slightly, and she said, "No matter what the conditions are, Qigong, you will do it right?"

Hearing this, Hong Qigong vaguely felt something was wrong, as if there was a big pit waiting for him to jump into.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was nothing more than passing on Lin Shuo's martial arts, and it wasn't a big deal. Anyway, he saw that Lin Shuo was pleasing to the eye, so he nodded and said, "That's right, what Pledge Sou Laojiao can do, absolutely. Will not refuse."

"That's the best thing. Rong'er's condition is... Qigong will pass on the dog-beating stick technique to brother Shuo completely." Huang Rong said.

Hong Qigong was taken aback, looked at Huang Rong in surprise, and said, "Rong girl, do you know what you're talking about?"

Huang Rong nodded her head as a matter of course, and said, "Of course, Rong'er wants Qi Gong to teach Brother Shuo the dog beating stick method of your beggar gang."

Hearing this, Hong Qigong shook his head quickly, and said, "No, no, no, absolutely not! You can never teach the dog-beating stick method, or else, the old beggar will pass on the set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to Lin Xiaozi. How about it? It is the most proud martial art of the old beggar, and it is much more powerful than the dog beating stick."

"No, brother Shuo already knows how to subdue the dragon with eighteen palms, so you don't want Qigong to teach you, you have to learn the dog-beating stick!"

Hong Qigong was very surprised, turned his head to look at Lin Shuo, and said, "Boy Lin, do you really know how to subdue the dragon with eighteen palms?"

"Of course, if Qigong doesn't believe it, we can discuss it. I wonder what Qigong thinks?" Lin Shuo nodded.

Hearing that Hong Qigong was skeptical, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, I'm going to try your kid's kung fu today."

Hong Qigong wanted to test Lin Shuo's skill, so he performed lightness kung fu and came to the lake next to the hut in an instant, and said, "Boy Lin, come on."

With a flash in Lin Shuo's eyes, he performed Lingbo microsteps, and instantly appeared opposite Hong Qigong, and said, "Qigong, please!"

The latter's eyes narrowed. Just because of his top-notch lightness kung fu and Lin Shuo standing on the lake without dripping water, he understood why he couldn't feel Lin Shuo's specific cultivation. He felt that this kid was so young, but his kung fu was so strong. No weaker than him!

But no matter what, he is also a senior. According to Huang Rong's relationship, he is still the elder of the two, so it is impossible for him to make the first move. He said, "Boy Lin, you should make the first move."

Lin Shuo was immediately amused, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, Qigong must be careful."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Shuo circulated the innate qi in his body, and cast out the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. In this palm, Lin Shuo only used half of his skill, otherwise he was afraid that Hong Qigong, who had not broken through the innate realm, would be killed. If he was beaten to death with one palm, that would be a crime.

"Ow..."

A golden dragon formed by condensing true energy flew out of Lin Shuo's palm in an instant, and rushed towards Hong Qigong opposite him with the deafening roar of the dragon.

The expression on the latter's face changed drastically. He never expected that Lin Shuo would really want to make an eighteenth chapter, and the accomplishment of this palm seems to be not inferior to him.

This time, Hong Qigong didn't dare to slack in the slightest, he quickly circulated the internal force in his body, and also used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Lin Shuo's opposing palms.

Hong Qigong tried a little to see how many palms Lin Shuo could use 4.5 palms, but after finishing a set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he was already out of breath, while Lin Shuo was still so calm.

Hong Qigong was stunned. He looked at Lin Shuo in disbelief, waved his hands and said, "Don't fight anymore, boy Lin, you are too powerful. The old beggar is not your opponent. Teacher, tell me, have you already broken through? Innate realm?"

After finishing the words, Huang Rong, who was standing by the lake, giggled and said, "Qi Gong, brother Shuo is not in the innate realm, but she is the legendary innate master, and brother Shuo is 23 years old!"

"puff......"

"Pervert, monster!"

Hong Qigong spat out a mouthful of old blood and fell directly into the lake.

Lin Shuo's complexion changed slightly, and with a movement of his body, he appeared next to Hong Qigong in an instant, and quickly picked him up.

Chapter 220: Monster, you are such a little monster! (1/5)

"Brother Shuo, did Rong'er say something wrong?" Huang Rong looked at Lin Shuo who passed out in his arms, Hong Qigong, her little face was full of embarrassment.

The corner of Lin Shuo's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "What do you mean, you know that Qigong is old, but you still provoke him like this, you are so naughty!"

Little Huang Rong felt aggrieved immediately, and muttered in a low voice: "But what Rong'er said is the truth, who knew that Qi Gong would vomit blood."

Lin Shuo couldn't help but put Hong Qigong on the ground, and put his finger on the latter's shoulder. The innate qi in his body quickly swam through Hong Qigong's body.

After a while, Hong Qigong opened his eyes. When he saw Lin Shuo, he was frightened instantly, and said in a trembling voice, "You...You...Boy Lin, you really haven't seen Lin Shuo for more than a hundred years. Someone who has reached the innate master?"

Seeing that Hong Qigong woke up, Lin Shuo withdrew his finger, nodded and said, "Yes, I broke through to the middle stage of the Xiantian Grandmaster a year ago, but I have stayed in this state for a while, and I can feel it. The road is getting harder."

"Are you really only 23 years old?"

"Monster 02, you are such a little monster!"

Hong Qigong was so surprised that he almost lost his breath again and passed out.

Lin Shuo felt a little helpless. It seems that the world of the Condor Shooting period really has come to an end.

After a while, Hong Qigong stood up, looked at Lin Shuo carefully and said, "Boy Lin, your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are fierce and domineering, even the last three palms are like this, how could it be so? "

A smile flashed in Lin Shuo's eyes, and he said, "I wonder if Qigong still remembers Xiao Feng who created the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"Xiao Feng?"

Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized, and said, "You mean Qiao Feng, the ninth generation leader of the Beggar Gang a hundred years ago?"

Lin Shuo nodded, and said, "That's right, it's Xiao Feng, he gave me my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Hearing that Hong Qigong gave Lin Shuo a blank look, he said angrily, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. You're only 23 years old. How could he give you the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? It's simply a fantasy."

Lin Shuo smiled slightly, and said, "Qi Gong is the leader of the Beggar Clan, so he naturally knows a lot of secrets, and he should also know the origin of Xiao Feng and the Xiaoyao Sect, right?"

Hong Qigong's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Boy Lin, what do you mean by that?"