The moonlight is gradually fading, and the light is slightly dimming. At this moment, the fire is shining out at the right time...

On the quiet mountain top, Ouyang Ke's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment, he let out a gentle breath, and the fingers of both hands were moving slightly. Then, he quickly handed out his left hand, and pinched a centipede into the pot as soon as he made a move. The centipede could not move immediately!

The bonfire was churning, and the centipede instinctively spit out a small ball of liquid that could not be seen clearly in the color...

He grabbed a centipede with his right hand and threw it directly into a steaming pot. Soon after throwing all the dozen centipedes on the ground, the liquid became significantly larger.

Venom kept wriggling in the flames, and the hot temperature kept stimulating the centipede, allowing it to instinctively spit out the toxin venom, and the liquid gradually spread...

"Little baby, are you removing poison?" Hong Qigong blinked, unable to wait.

After looking at Hong Qigong, Ouyang Ke pointed to the already turbid snow water in front of him and nodded, "The centipede itself has toxins, so I threw him into the hot water. When I was dying, I spit out all the venom toxic urine. Do you think this pot of water is extremely poisonous?"

The firelight spread out, and the fine spots of light caused the surrounding temperature to rise a lot.

As time passed, Ouyang Ke poured the poisonous water into the deep valley, cooked two pots of snow water, washed the big pot, and finally there was no more venom left. Hong Qigong beside him said expectantly: "Can you do it?"

Regarding Hong Qigong's anxiousness, Ouyang Ke had to roll his eyes, fiddle with the seasonings casually with his fingertips, then nodded to Hong Qigong, and then stopped talking.

Ouyang Ke closed his sleeves and showed a small silver knife, cut off the head and tail of the centipede, gently stroked the centipede's shell, and immediately cut it open. With a light pinch, the shell fell down with his hands, revealing the flesh, snow-white and transparent, and very tender.

Seeing that he was proficient in movements, Hong Qigong peeled and removed the bones of the centipede in two or three strokes, he thought to himself: "As so skillful, this little doll should be true. Centipedes can indeed be made into delicious food."

The fire became increasingly strong, and Ouyang Ke and Hong Qigong's faces were blushed by the flames. Ouyang Feng and his men who meditated and recovered from their daytime consumption were also focused on Ouyang Ke and the others.

Zhou Botong stared at the big pot where the heat gradually came out of the flames, which made Wang Chongyang shake his head helplessly.

Ouyang Ke slowly took out various seasonings and added some to it, and began to drip it gently on the meat. The seasonings flow slowly, and were roasted by the flames below, slowly seeping into the meat. Finally, the centipede meat was poured down and fryed, and immediately a fragrance pounced on the nose.

Soon, the surface of the centipede began to turn a faint golden color, and transparent oil droplets were oozing out, and the tempting fragrance immediately drifted away.

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...

The light of the fire illuminated Ouyang Ke's face. Ouyang Feng looked at the burning flames in front of him and gradually became enlightened. He suddenly realized that at some point, his spotless nephew who was usually spotless and clean was changing quietly.

It was just that this change caught him off guard and even a little unfamiliar with him...

Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing, who were standing beside him, also had no intention of meditating because of the fragrance, and looked at Ouyang Ke.

Zhou Botong, who had not spoken a word, could not help but be unable to help it. Now he was just sucking his saliva and showing his greed. After all, although Zhou Botong is a Quanzhen Sect, he is not a Taoist priest, so naturally he doesn't have to follow any rules.

Hong Qigong had no time to take care of the thoughts of others, looking at the roasted pig, touching his ears and cheeks, and ran to the side from time to time to break some wooden branches and add them to the fire.

The silent top of Mount Hua was filled with a strange and tempting fragrance. A "crack" sounded in the flames, and a branch burst out, making the fragrance even stronger.

"Gudong"

At this moment, Ouyang Ke felt a sudden sound coming from his ear. The sound was low and powerful, as if it was deliberately concealed, but it still came clearly. Ouyang Ke had not yet looked at the place where the sound was made.

Hong Qigong appeared beside Ouyang Ke and hurriedly said, "Little baby, has it been fried?"

Ouyang Ke saw him looking at the golden centipede in the pot, his throat moved and his mouth was swallowed. He smiled secretly. He immediately reached out and picked up one of the pot, mixed it with the ingredients, and handed it to Ouyang Feng: "Uncle, you try it first..."

Although Ouyang Feng was in a meditation state before, he was not ignorant of Ouyang Ke's actions. He was not surprised by Ouyang Ke who was unwilling to learn martial arts this time, but he took the initiative to learn martial arts. In his heart, he had already attributed the five-day and five-night fight, which made Ouyang Ke interested in martial arts.

How could he know that Ouyang Ke didn't want to learn martial arts, but was not interested in his indecent movements and obvious defects in [Toad Kung Fu]!

Although Ouyang Feng has no research on food, his stomach is really empty after five days and five nights of fight. Therefore, when he smelled the fragrance in Ouyang Ke's hand, his index finger was shaking.

Hong Qigong looked at Ouyang Feng and sent the fried golden centipede into his mouth, and his throat also moved, as if he was eager to know how it tasted.

On the other side, Ouyang Ke was not idle in his hand, and another centipede gradually turned golden, with a rich fragrance coming to his nose. Ouyang Ke finally turned it a few times and said, "Okay, you eat it!"

Seeing this action, Hong Qigong was immediately overjoyed. He immediately grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth. He chewed it lightly for a few chews, but he felt that his mouth was delicious, crispy and fragrant, sweet and rich. After chewing it for a few more bites, he swallowed it up.

I saw Hong Qigong closing his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling the smell just now, smashing his mouth with a tsk, shaking his head in admiration and saying, "Miaoji, Miaoji, it's really as small doll you said, crisp and fragrant, it's indeed a odor I've never tasted in my life!"

Zhou Botong, who was standing beside him, felt itchy when he heard Hong Qigong's words. It's not that he was greedy like Hong Qigong, but he was very curious, and seeing Hong Qigong's appearance, he wanted to try it out.

Suddenly, his figure jumped out of Hong Qigong's side, turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards the big pot. Unexpectedly, a gray shadow flashed in front of him, and Hong Qigong suddenly came out of nowhere and blocked him.

The blocked body made Zhou Botong frown and said unhappily to Hong Qigong in front of him: "Beggar, what do you want to do? Why are you stopping me?"

"What's wrong? This pot of fried centipedes and beggars are also exchanged for martial arts. Do you want to eat them? Yes, exchange them for martial arts!" Hong Qigong laughed. Although he has not yet returned to his fullest state, Zhou Botong's martial arts may not be very high now. When he really fights, Hong Qigong is naturally not afraid.

Looking at the centipede with a tempting fragrance, Zhou Botong asked in surprise: "For martial arts, beggar, are you right?"

"Of course, beggars don't force it. If you don't want to, I won't mind either. But, what about this delicacy..." Hong Qigong shrugged, looking indifferent, and his implied meaning was naturally self-evident.

While he was so slow, Ouyang Ke also blinked Jin, looking at Hong Qigong with a slightly serious face, and was stunned for a moment. After a while, he smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right, want to eat? Use martial arts to exchange!"

Looking at Hong Qigong who was standing in front of him, Zhou Botong naturally knew that if he started, he might not be able to beat Hong Qigong. He was just reluctant to give up the delicious food in front of him. He muttered in a low voice: "If you don't eat, don't eat. I don't care at all, hum!"

Although Zhou Botong is a fun person by nature, some things can be clearly distinguished. All he learned is Quanzhen Cult martial arts. Naturally, he cannot take out the Quanzhen Cult martial arts he learned just because of a little food. This is not related to his personal reputation, but also the reputation of Quanzhen Cult.

However, if he had created his own martial arts, he wouldn't mind changing it out. Unfortunately, now he is far from the old naughty boy in the future...

There was no sound everywhere, only the sound of branches bursting from time to time in the fire. Neither Zhou Botong nor Hong Qigong spoke anymore. The flames stretched and shrank, burning on the top of the mountain.

Hong Qigong sat opposite Ouyang Ke with a big golden sword, took the gourd on his back, pulled the plug, and the wine smelled everywhere. As soon as he put the gourd to his mouth, Ouyang Ke snatched it: "Don't drink when eating centipedes, otherwise it will ruin the deliciousness of the centipedes."
Chapter completed!