Feng Zhou said this, pointed to the bowl of snake soup on the table, and said with a smile: "Since I came to Foshan, I haven't met a single opponent until I drank this bowl of snake soup."
"The heat of this bowl of snake soup is just right, and the skill can be controlled freely. It is so wonderful that it cannot be done without a great hero. I believe that with him, you can see the mountains."
Feng Zhou talked eloquently.
"A bowl of snake soup?" Ye Wen frowned slightly and couldn't help but follow Feng Zhou's finger to look at the snake soup. He sniffed gently and said with a smile: "The soup is fragrant, it is indeed a rare delicacy."
"What you smell is not the fragrance of the soup, but the fragrance of the sauce. From the time the snake soup was served to now, the fragrance of the snake soup has never leaked out. It is all hidden in the soup. Therefore, you can only taste it when you eat it.
Beauty. Delicious food blooms in the mouth and tongue, but all the flavors of the world arise in the heart. You said that this person entered the cooking skill with his skills, isn't his own martial arts the pinnacle in the world?"
"Um."
For a moment, Ip Man didn't know how to answer.
Feng Zhou ignored him and turned to Uncle Deng, the owner of Jinlou, and said, "Master, could you please invite this senior who makes snake soup to come and have a seat?"
Uncle Deng was stunned, and then ordered someone to shout.
When Gong Er heard what he said was so mysterious, he couldn't help but become curious. Feng Zhou understood, so he picked up the spoon and gave her a bowl.
Gong Er tasted it carefully and put it into his mouth. After taking a sip, he suddenly felt a snake-like soup blooming on the tip of his tongue. At the same time, all kinds of strange feelings arose in his heart, including what she imagined and what she felt.
Unexpectedly, all kinds of flavors were blended together in one place, but the layers were clear and there was no disharmony. The transformation was so magical that she could hardly breathe, and her tongue almost melted.
How did she know that Feng Zhou was actually being mysterious? She could taste all kinds of flavors in the world, but it was just a psychological effect.
When she regained her consciousness, she saw an old man with an old face and simple clothes walking in. He had a puzzled look on his face. When he saw her and Feng Zhou, his expression was startled, and then he returned to his old farmer appearance.
"How many..." the old man said in confusion.
Of course he is the old senior of Bagua Sect, Gong Baosen’s senior brother Ding Lianshan, the Ghost of Guandong.
He originally thought that after Gong Baosen left, someone also discovered his traces, but after walking into the flower hall and scanning everyone, he didn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Old man, please take a seat."
Feng Zhou stood up, personally moved a seat for the old man, asked him to sit down, and then asked: "Old man, after I tasted your snake soup, I felt that your cooking skills have reached the realm of transformation. I firmly believe that the old man's martial arts will
It has reached an extremely deep level, so please bear witness to the level between our disciples of the Gong family and Mr. Ye, the master of Wing Chun."
"I can only make snake soup, not..." Ding Lianshan was confused and hurriedly excused himself.
"Senior, please excuse me. My master, Mr. Gong, once told a story. During the Xianfeng period, a white-haired old man came to Prince Su's Mansion and asked him to read the boxing books of the ancestor Dong Haichuan. The ancestor did not recognize him, so naturally he would not allow it.
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Feng Zhou smiled and told the story.
Ding Lianshan was stunned and thought: "Does our Bagua sect have this story? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Ye Wen, Gong Er, and everyone in Jinlou who were watching around also looked puzzled, wondering why Feng Zhou in front of them was telling a story.
Feng Zhou ignored them and said to himself: "The old man was not upset. He went to the school grounds and watched the instructors from Prince Su's Mansion teaching martial arts. After a while, he ended up practicing the martial arts.
My martial arts skills are even more proficient than what I learned from my training!"
"Later I found out that this old man was Mr. Tang Jian. Mr. Tang was a great Confucian of the time and a master of Neo-Confucianism. He wanted to read Grandmaster Dong's Bagua Quan book. Grandmaster Dong naturally did not dare to refuse, so he gave him the "Bagua Quan Pu" written by him.
I didn't expect that Mr. Tang was watching and practicing at the same time, and his scores were perfect. After reading for an hour, he became a master of Baguazhang. When he entered Prince Su's Mansion, he was still a trembling old man, but when he left, he was a trembling old man.
He was so energetic that he even defeated two teachers from the royal palace in a row during the competition! He spent half an hour with Professor Patriarch, no matter the outcome."
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes and looked at each other.
A waning old man mastered Baguazhang in an hour?
Are you talking about "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman"?
How is this possible?
Feng Zhou continued: "When I first heard this story, I didn't believe it, but then I understood that the so-called great road leads to the same goal through different paths. Mr. Tang has studied Neo Confucianism all his life and has reached a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. One method is universal and all methods are accessible.
All are accessible.”
"The same is true for the old gentleman's snake stew. It is obviously only delicious and delicious, but it tastes like all kinds of flavors in the world. If you taste martial arts, what martial arts in the world are not in your eyes?"
Feng Zhou finished speaking slowly, and no one in the entire flower hall spoke.
When Ding Lianshan heard what he said, his eyes gradually became sharp, and his whole temperament suddenly changed.
Under the gaze of everyone, he was a timid low-class person. Suddenly his waist was straightened, his bearing was extraordinary, and his brows looked like a master. He sat on the chair and looked at everyone, as if he was looking down at the sky.
Is he really a martial arts master?
Everyone looked at Ding Lianshan, their eyes full of doubts, surprise and strangeness.
The snake soup made by this old man is indeed the best in Jinlou. If you say that he is a palace-level chef, some people will appreciate it. But if you say that he became a martial arts master by making snake soup, then no one can believe it.
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I'm afraid he was originally a martial arts master who hid in the kitchen to avoid disaster.
The accountant said to himself: "As the saying goes, a small hermit hides in the wild, a middle hermit hides in the world, and a great hermit hides in the court. I have been hiding in the Jinlou as an accountant for many years, and naturally there will be people who hide in the kitchen for decades. Maybe he is really
He is a great master."
Third Sister Jinlou thought of the countless ancestral halls she had demolished with Baguazhang in her early years, but now they were reduced to this place, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
Feng Zhou raised his hands to Ding Lianshan and said: "Then please witness, sir, who can win between my Gong family disciples and Foshan Wing Chun Ip Man."
Ding Lianshan was startled and understood instantly.
My nephew, my nephew, had long recognized him.
So asking him to come here for an appraisal actually tells him that there is a successor to the Bagua Sect and a successor to the Sixty-Four Hands of the Gong Family.
For a moment, tears almost burst out of his eyes.
But he endured it forcefully.
He nodded and said: "Since Mr. Feng invited me, I will naturally not refuse."
Feng Zhou smiled slightly and raised his hand to Ye Wen again: "Mr. Ye, do you know that Chen knows Mr. Chen?"
"Senior Brother Chen is a disciple of my uncle, Mr. Liang Qi. We have the same ancestor as me, so I naturally know him," Ye Qianqian said.
"I only used one hand with Mr. Chen in the north. In order to express my respect for Wing Chun, I naturally only used one hand when fighting you. Mr. Ye, please use your full strength."