Inside the tent, it was very clean. There was a table in the center with fresh fruits and vegetables. The sloppy old man casually pinched a piece and put it in his mouth. He patted the lid of the pot of wine next to him and raised his head suddenly.
He took a sip and said, "Good wine, really good wine!"
After tasting a few more pastries, he lay down comfortably on the chair with a strange smile on his old face, "Leader of the Wulin Alliance? That's quite interesting..."
He reached for a fragrant whole chicken on the table. On the other side of the table, he saw an old man holding up a chicken leg and biting into it twice. He shook his head and said, "It's a waste if it's not cooked properly." Then he stretched out his hand again.
Towards the other one.
The dirty old man's cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light, and his whole demeanor changed completely.
As early as more than ten years ago, his martial arts had reached the state of perfection, which is what people in the martial arts world call the master state. However, he unknowingly allowed people to come close to him, even if the other party was also a master.
If you can't do this, the scene in front of you is really weird.
He looked at the old man with half-closed eyes and asked warily: "Who are you?"
The old man put down the chicken drumstick in his hand, looked up at him, yawned, and asked: "What is your name..., Xu Xiaoguai?"
"Xu... little weirdo?" Because of his strange behavior, the sloppy old man was called "Old Weird Xu" by people in the world. In fact, it also meant that he was an honorific. When had he ever been insulted like this in person?
"Old guy, you're looking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, an afterimage appeared in the void in front of him, and in an instant it appeared at the throat of the strange old man opposite.
The next moment, looking at the hand that was as dry as tree bark clasped on his wrist, the ferocious expression on the face of the sloppy old man froze.
"Old thing?" the old man opposite wiped his hands, opened his half-lidded eyes, and looked at the sloppy old man and asked.
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Ruyi pulled Li Yi's sleeve and said: "My husband, there is no need to look for it. My second uncle may have found a place to sleep. He will come out when the competition officially begins."
"Why do you think my second uncle is so sleepy?" Li Yi was very curious about this.
Ruyi smiled and said: "My second uncle's kung fu is just like that, sir, don't be surprised."
Li Yi was surprised and said: "Is it sleeping fist?"
"What kind of fist is Sleeping Fist?" Ruyi looked at him and asked.
"This is not important..." Li Yi shook his head and asked, "Why do you need to sleep for so long? I heard from Lao Fang that my second uncle has been sleeping like this for half his life."
"It's called Turtle Breath Kung Fu." Ruyi explained: "Second uncle looks like he is sleeping, but in fact he is practicing the kung fu all the time."
Li Yi always felt that the name "Guixi Gong" was a bit familiar. It wasn't until he thought of Old Man Chang's unpleasant face that he finally searched for some information in his mind.
Turtle Breath Kung Fu can increase one's skill in sleep, and it is faster than other people's normal practice. A person who practices Turtle Breath Kung Fu may not be surprising in his moves, but as he grows older, his internal strength becomes more powerful.
It can scare people to death.
What's more important is that by practicing this kind of kung fu, one can really live like a tortoise and easily reach the age of 100.
Li Yi can understand this. When people sleep, the metabolism in the body will drop to an extremely low level. The same principle should be true for things like hibernation in science fiction movies.
Based on this calculation, it is very likely that I will not be able to survive my second uncle?
This was a bit too hurtful. Li Yi shook his head. He must master the Turtle Breathing Technique. When he got back, he would find out all the ways to make chicken. Three meals a day would not be the same. Even if his second uncle vomited after eating, he would have to cook it.
Learn the Turtle Breath Kung Fu...
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"Senior, it's my fault that this junior is blind, I hope that I can forgive you!" In a certain tent, a sloppy old man stood upright, with his head lowered and his voice trembling.
The old man sitting at the table picked up the chicken drumstick and said, "Did you see that Taoist nun outside just now?"
"Look, I saw it." Thinking of the Taoist nun who made him aware of the danger, the sloppy old man immediately nodded.
The old man asked lazily: "If she comes on stage later, do you know what to do?"
The sloppy old man looked troubled and said: "Senior, then, that Taoist nun is quite powerful, so she should be..."
Halfway through the words, he saw that the scary senior's half-closed eyes seemed to be about to open. The sloppy old man trembled and immediately said: "Senior, don't worry, I will tie that Taoist nun to your senior's room tonight. I will definitely not
Let the seniors down."
"What?" The old man raised his head and glanced at him.
The sloppy old man was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "So, what does senior mean..."
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At the door of the tent, the second uncle patted the slovenly old man on the shoulder and said: "Little weirdo, as a master, you need to have some backbone. If you act like this, you will be looked down upon by others..."
When the sloppy old man heard this, he felt a surge of blood in his chest.
backbone?
Just now, the martial arts he had worked so hard to practice all his life were almost ruined, and he was talking about his backbone!
If he hadn't been able to defeat the old monster in front of him, he would have torn apart the old bones opposite him.
But at this moment, the great master could only smile and say: "Senior, that antidote..."
"When you finish the work, I will naturally give you the antidote." The old man said lightly, and then slowly left with his hands behind his back, his steps staggering, as if he was about to die.
But only the sloppy old man knew that if he were really regarded as a twilight person with one foot in the coffin, even the grandmaster would be in trouble.
At this moment, he even had some doubts as to whether he had really reached the master level. The master level had already reached the top in the martial arts world. It was hard to find an opponent. Even if they were at the same level, without a life and death fight, it would be difficult to easily tell the winner. But just now,
Only then did he see what true devastation was.
Although the martial arts he majored in took a feminine path and was not known for his strong internal strength, there was a gap between the masters and masters, but how far could it be? But in the brief moment of internal strength competition just now,
Like a river touching the sea, it collapses...
It has to be said that after decades of traveling in the world, some of the concepts or beliefs in his heart suddenly collapsed at that moment.
He licked his lips, and there was still a trace of sweetness. The food he was forced to eat just now didn't taste like poison.
However, the more colorless and odorless it is, the more toxic it is, and the more bitter and sweet it is...
He reached out and touched a place between his ribs, and there was still a dull pain. This was where the toxin gathered. If the antidote was not obtained by this time tomorrow, even a master would be poisoned and die.
The sloppy old man's face darkened, he glanced at the direction the Taoist nun had left just now, and turned back to the tent.
If he had known that he would encounter such an old monster today, he would have ignored the excitement. Such masters would not have lied to him about the poison. I am afraid that only by fighting with that Taoist nun could he have a chance of survival.
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"Second uncle, are you back?"
Li Yi saw the old man walking in from the outside with his hands behind his back, pointed to the table in front of him, and said, "There are two chicken legs here, which are still warm."
The second uncle waved his hand and said, "Leave it alone. The old man goes to sleep first. If you have nothing to do, don't call me."
Then, he lay down on the simple bed in the tent, and the next moment he started snoring.
Li Yi was surprised that his second uncle could resist the temptation of chicken legs. He glanced over there and saw that the quality of his sleep was really enviable...
[PS: There was an earthquake when I was coding, and I thought I was going to become an immortal...]