The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 36 When will the moon first shine on people?

He is worthy of being called the Nine-Fingered Beggar.

Gu Ping'an only felt a flash before his eyes, and Hong Qigong had already sat down at the table, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand without him knowing when.

"Hmm~ Today's dishes are really rich!"

Huang Rong covered her mouth and smiled secretly, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

If it weren't for her superb cooking skills, her silly brother Jing would never have had the chance to learn such advanced martial arts as the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing".

"Seventh Master! Eat slowly! Sister Mu worked so hard for so long, and before she even had a chance to taste it, you've already snatched it all away!"

Mu Nianci waved her hands embarrassedly: "Seventh Master, don't worry about eating, I'm not hungry."

Hong Qigong picked up a piece of fish jerky and put it into his mouth, slurping the taste. He then took out his vermilion lacquered wine gourd and took a sip.

"You little girl, you're using Nianci as a shield again today. You're clearly worried that your brother Jing won't have enough to eat. Do you really think this old beggar can't see it?"

Guo Jing was immediately alarmed when he heard him say this, and shook his head repeatedly: "I don't have such a big appetite!"

He was so honest that Gu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh.

Hong Qigong didn't listen to his explanation and shook the gourd in his hand towards Gu Ping'an.

"Gu boy, do you want some good wine?"

"Senior Hong's wine is something that ordinary people can't even drink, so of course we have to drink it!" Gu Ping'an sniffed the aroma of the wine and handed over an empty bowl.

Hong Qigong took the bowl and shook the gourd in his hand. A stream of wine flew out and landed in the bowl, just filling the bowl full.

Not a bit more, not a bit less, and not a single drop touched the mouth of the gourd.

"Old beggars don't like to be called seniors. Just follow their lead and call me Qi Gong!"

He shook his wrist slightly, and the wine bowl spun and flew towards Gu Ping'an.

No wonder they asked whether you drink or not, it turns out they were testing your drinking skills!

Gu Ping'an did not dare to be careless. He stretched out two fingers to support the bottom of the bowl and gently released the force, using the "Taizu Changquan"'s freely controllable strength.

The bowl of wine spun around his fingertips for a dozen more times before slowly stopping without spilling a single drop.

"Thank you, Qigong!"

Gu Ping'an said softly, picked up the bowl and drank it all.

"Good!" Hong Qigong clapped his hands and laughed. "Good boy! This strength makes Hunyuan Ruyi move with ease. It's much stronger than Jing'er!"

Huang Rong was eager to protect her lover and immediately refused to agree when she heard this.

"Seventh Master, if you continue to belittle Brother Jing like this, Rong'er will really not cook for you!"

Guo Jing couldn't tell she was being coquettish, so he quickly advised, "Rong'er, don't be angry. Elder Qi Gong is right. My Kung Fu is indeed not as good as Brother Gu's."

Huang Rong glared at him and rolled her eyes at him, as if to say, "I'm so disappointed in you."

Hong Qigong burst into laughter.

"Jing'er, there's no need to underestimate yourself. Although you're a little clumsy, you're a down-to-earth person with a chivalrous heart. You'll definitely achieve great things in the future."

After hearing his praise, Huang Rong sat down with satisfaction.

Gu Ping'an originally thought that he would gain some fame points by showing off his skills, but unfortunately the system prompt never came.

"Order first. Oh no! Eat the food first!"

Knowing that there would be no gain from continuing the conversation, he quickly invited everyone to start eating.

This is Huang Rong's craftsmanship! Good news for anorexia patients!

"Right, right, right! Let's eat!" Hong Qigong also smiled and waved, "What's the name of this fish today?"

He was referring to the dish he had taken a bite of earlier.

On the plate, dozens of slices of glutinous white fish were garnished with mushrooms, thickened with glass starch, and garnished with a few slivers of finely chopped pear blossoms. "This fish jerky is the 'subtle fragrance floating in the moonlight at dusk' I told Qi Gong about earlier!"

"Wonderful!"

Gu Ping'an also tasted a piece and immediately praised it highly.

The fish melts in your mouth, releasing a full flavor. There is no fishy smell at all, only delicate and smooth feeling, not sticky at all.

"It looks like fish, tastes like fish, but the taste is not just the sweetness of fish meat, its flavor contains lotus root, lily, pear blossom, and..."

He narrowed his eyes, savoring it.

"That's right! It's the mellow aroma of glutinous rice wine! Interesting! These ingredients are all the same white color, but the flavors are so rich, it really is a 'subtle fragrance floating in the air'!"

No chef doesn't expect compliments from diners, especially knowledgeable ones.

As soon as Gu Ping'an made this comment, he was immediately regarded as a close friend by Huang Rong, and Hong Qigong also laughed heartily beside him.

"Gu kid speaks so elegantly, but it turns out he's just like that old beggar, a glutton! Interesting! Interesting!"

Mu Nianci secretly glanced at Huang Rong, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Huang Rong received the compliment, but still acted cute: "What a pity, the season is wrong. If the pear blossoms were replaced with plum blossoms, it would be more in line with the mood of the poem!"

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

This is a poem about plum blossoms. The second half of the poem talks about "moonlit dusk", but it actually describes the reflection of plum blossoms in the water and their subtle fragrance.

Everyone praised her ingenuity in cooking, but Guo Jing was the only one who was so foolish that he had already finished his bowl of rice.

"Brother Jing, you..."

Huang Rong was furious for a moment, Hong Qigong shook his head and sighed, but Gu Ping'an couldn't help but smile.

Such a simple-minded and cute boy later became a hero admired by thousands of people. It is really amazing how the world works.

Today's dishes were rich, and with Gu Ping'an accompanying him to drink, Hong Qigong also had a rare opportunity to drink to his heart's content.

"Gu kid, I saw you used your skills to catch the wine just now. You did it quite well. What's your specialty?"

"Seventh Master, you are too kind. I can't say I am famous. My master just taught me a set of Taizu Changquan, and as I practiced, I gained some insights."

Huang Rong interrupted at the right moment, "Seventh Master, you don't know this. Brother Gu's Taizu Long Fist is very skillful. Ordinary people can't tell the real from the fake."

"Oh?" Hong Qigong was also a martial arts fanatic. When he heard her say that, he also became excited. "Tell me about it."

"Back in the Jin palace, he pretended to capture me, but actually let me go. He sent me flying over ten feet with one palm strike, yet I wasn't hurt at all."

Speaking of that time, Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh.

"That palm strike looked powerful enough to split bricks and crack rocks. It scared me to death!"

Hong Qigong was slightly shocked when he heard this. There were not many people in the world who could internalize the power of boxing to such a level.

He guessed that Huang Rong might be exaggerating, and out of curiosity, he came up with an idea.

"Gu kid, Jing'er, the two of you go outside and spar with each other so this old beggar can see."

"Yes, Qigong!" Guo Jing naturally obeyed and stood up honestly.

Gu Ping'an suddenly thought and realized that a good opportunity to earn fame points had come again.

The two men walked into the courtyard, made a palm with their left hand and a fist with their right hand, and bowed.

Hong Qigong was about to ask them to start, but after thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.

"Jing'er, use everything you've learned these days. Don't hold back."

Although Guo Jing started practicing martial arts early and drank the precious blood of the spirit snake, his internal strength was still better than Gu Ping'an, but he was far inferior to him in terms of the sophistication of his moves and his vision.

Hong Qigong was very knowledgeable. After just a few tests, he had a general idea of Gu Ping'an's strength.

(End of this chapter)