"How does it taste? The kitchen ran out of salt and there were so few ingredients, so I had to make do."
Seeing Qin Xiu looking at her, Huang Rong explained in embarrassment.
Just listen to Qin Xiu say:
"taste good!"
As he said that, he started to eat with big mouthfuls. After finishing one bowl of rice, he filled up another bowl of rice, feasting and having a full meal.
"I'm scared to death, so eat more!"
Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and kept picking up food for Qin Xiu.
One thing to say.
Although she is not very good at martial arts, her cooking skills are unparalleled in the world, even better than the imperial chef of Great Qin.
"Put another bowl of rice for me."
"okay!"
Then, Qin Xiu ate one bowl after another, eating three large bowls of rice. The food was all gone, not even a bit of vegetable soup was left.
Huang Rong seriously suspected that he was reincarnated as a starving ghost.
But she didn't know,
Qin Xiu left the Qin Palace at a very young age and walked around the world alone, staying away from fine clothes and food, away from the desire for food and sex, and devoted himself to climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts.
It had been a long time since he had had a decent meal.
Huang Rong said with a stinking look on her face:
"How is it? My cooking skills are pretty good, right? Now I know how good I am."
"Your cooking skills are better than I thought."
Qin Xiu had long known that Huang Rong had superb cooking skills. In the original work, she used delicious food to trick Hong Qigong into giving her the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he did not expect that her cooking skills were so superb, far surpassing those of the royal chefs in the palace.
If the martial arts competition is changed into a cooking competition.
Qin Xiu can be 100%25 sure that Huang Rong can definitely surpass the others in skill and become the best chef in the world!
"Master Qin Xiu, the spear god in white. As the saying goes, the mouth of the cannibal is short, and the hand of the taker is short. You have eaten a whole table of food from me. Can I ask you a question?"
"what is the problem?"
"There are rumors in the world that your medical skills are so miraculous that you can revive human flesh and bones. I would like to ask, did you really cure Lian Xing and Yu Daiyan's disabilities? Are the rumors true?"
"Huh? You want to ask me to treat you?"
"That's not true. Besides, do you think I'm sick? It's actually my mother who's sick. I want you to go see her."
"So this is your purpose for approaching me?"
"You are right to say that. I did listen to your medical skills, so I came to Wudang Mountain to find you. But I have no intention of deceiving you, and I will not let you do it in vain. If you have any requests, feel free to ask for them. I can agree to it. I will never refuse.”
"Did you know that you came to see me, Yaoshi Huang?"
"Of course I don't know. If he knew that I took the liberty of looking for you, he would definitely stop him. Then it would be difficult for me to leave Peach Blossom Island, let alone treat my mother."
"Aren't you afraid of encountering danger when you sneak out?"
"It's nothing. As long as I can save my mother, it's worth taking the risk. Mr. Qin, my mother died in childbirth and is now preserved in an ice coffin by my father. Her body is very intact. You have the living dead and the flesh and bones." Immortal means, please..."
"Okay, stop talking."
"What's wrong?" Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat.
"I know how to cure diseases and save people, but I don't know how to bring the dead back to life. I've eaten a table of your food, so I can do something for you, but I'd better ask someone else to revive your mother."
"Is it really impossible...??" Huang Rong was so disappointed that she wanted to cry.
"Yes, I really can't do it. If you don't have anything else to do, then I'll go meditate and practice."
Qin Xiu has a bottle of Xiuyuan Pill in his hand, which can treat seriously ill people and restore them to life instantly, but it has no ability to bring the dead back to life.
Feng Heng died of illness more than ten years ago.
Even Emperor Shitian's Sacred Heart Art is helpless.
"Mother...daughter tried her best...really tried her best..."
Huang Rong's eyes were a little moist, thinking of her mother in the ice coffin, looking at the moonlight and crying silently, her tears rolling down, so pitiful.
But she also knows,
There is no resurrection after death.
Birth, old age, sickness and death are the ways of heaven.
And she had done her best and felt no regrets, so after crying for a while, she calmed down and no longer dwelled on the matter.
Buzz!
Buzz!
In the room, Qin Xiu was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with shadows all over his body, and the air was shaking and uneasy.
The moonlight is hazy.
The hut is quiet.
At the window, Huang Rong sat with her chin in her hands, studying Qin Xiu's facial features at close range.
I just felt that this young man in front of me had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his facial features were extremely exquisite. I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
The moon sets and the stars move,
The white horse passes through the gap,
Huang Rong felt the warm summer wind blowing, and she felt tired and sleepy gradually came over her. She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep against the window.
At midnight.
Qin Xiu completed a great Zhoutian breath.
After he finished the boring and repetitive practice, the true energy in his body increased much more than usual and became more powerful. He thought it was the enhancement effect of the Liuli Exquisite Heart, and he felt quite happy in his heart.
Get up and open your eyes.
Then he saw a delicate and beautiful woman, leaning on the window lattice, falling asleep deeply. The moonlight shone on her delicate body, covering her with a hazy smoothness, which was charming and extremely beautiful.
"She might catch a cold if she sleeps like this all night."
Thinking that Huang Rong deliberately approached him because she was eager to save her mother and full of filial piety, Qin Xiu put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and took good care of her.
And himself.
Then he used the ground as a mat and the sky as a quilt, and lay down in the middle of the thatched cottage. The Qi of the universe protected his whole body, preventing rheumatism and cold evil from attacking. He lay down on the ground to sleep.
The next morning.
Qin Xiu woke up and looked at the bed.
The bed was empty, and Huang Rong was nowhere to be seen. She must have gotten up early and left early.
After all, mother cannot be resurrected.
It would be useless for her to stay.
Today is the grand ceremony, and heroes from all walks of life gather together.
Qin Xiu had been looking forward to this for a long time and had no intention of thinking about Huang Rong's whereabouts. He stood up and moved his hands and feet, took two bites of dry food and strode towards Zhenwu Hall.
As soon as I arrived near Zhenwu Hall.
Then I heard the ceremonial official's voice reading, saying:
"Master Kong Wen of Shaolin Temple came to congratulate me on his birthday! I sent you a string of emerald rosary beads and a copy of the Bodhi Heart Sutra!"
"Leader of the Left Alliance of the Songshan Sect, I'm here to congratulate you on my birthday! I'll give you 30,000 taels of gold! A seven-star sword!"
"Murong Fu from the Murong family in Jiangnan comes to celebrate his birthday! I present you with seventy-two East Sea pearls! Thirty-six night-light pearls!!!"
"The great elder of the Huashan Sect, Mu Renqing, is here to congratulate me on my birthday!..."
"The Hengshan sect came to celebrate my birthday..."
"The Qingcheng faction came to celebrate my birthday..."
"Shenxiao sent here to celebrate my birthday..."
The loud readings resounded throughout half of Wudang Mountain.
And Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others from the Wudang Seven Heroes stood at the door of the hall, smiling, welcoming the heroes from all over the world.
Say hello,
polite,
Finally, the little Taoist boy led the guests into the hall and sat down in order according to their status in the world.
"Huh? Huashan Sect, Songshan Sect...are also here."
Qin Xiu walked towards the door of the Zhenwu Hall and listened to the ceremonial official's reading. His eyes flickered. Thinking of the festival between himself and Huashan and Songshan, he snorted in his heart and didn't pay much attention to it.
He walked to the door of the hall in a few steps.
"I've met Mr. Qin!"
The ceremony official was none other than Wang Chonglou. As soon as he saw Qin Xiulai, he immediately looked respectful, smiled, and took the initiative to greet him.
Qin Xiu smiled politely and said:
"Master Wang, are all the congratulatory gifts placed here?"
