I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

"Let's give it a try!"

Wang Ben's stubbornness flared up.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi exchanged a glance but remained silent.

They also wanted to see just how powerful this boxing style, which contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, really was.

Wang Ben walked to the center of the open space, took a stance, and clenched his fists, which were as big as casserole dishes, so tightly they cracked.

"Sir, you make the first move."

"No need, you do it." Zhang Ying said with her hands behind her back, exuding the air of a grandmaster.

"Then I won't be polite!"

Wang Ben let out a low shout and rushed forward in one stride, his fist whistling through the air, aimed straight at Zhang Ying's face.

Zhang Ying was shocked. Holy crap, they're serious!

He intended to imitate what he saw in the movie, dodging to the side and then pushing his hand away.

But Wang Ben was too fast.

The force of the punch landed on my face, stinging painfully.

In a flash, a thought crossed Zhang Ying's mind.

He slipped and fell straight backward.

"Ouch!"

A scream shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

Wang Ben's fist stopped in mid-air, less than an inch from Zhang Ying's nose.

He was completely stunned.

Zhang Ying was lying on the ground, hugging her knees, writhing in pain.

"My bell-shaped cap! It's broken! It's definitely broken!"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi's expressions changed drastically.

"Wang Ben!"

Ying Zheng's voice was filled with boundless rage.

"I ordered you to spar with him, but who gave you the right to use such excessive force!"

Wang Ben was so anxious he was almost in tears.

"Your Majesty, I'm innocent! My fist didn't even touch him!"

He quickly squatted down, intending to help Zhang Ying up.

"Don't touch me!"

Zhang Ying slapped his hand away, wincing in pain.

"Let me tell you, this isn't over! My leg is a national treasure, specially used for researching hybrid rice! If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

"I'm afraid I've broken a bone. Without 500,000 yuan, this whole thing won't be over!"

Wang Ben was dumbfounded.

Five hundred thousand coins?

Even if you sold him, he wouldn't be worth that price.

He looked at Ying Zheng for help.

Ying Zheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

What he cares about now isn't money, but Zhang Ying's leg.

If this line really breaks, forget about immortality; even those million catties of auspicious seeds might be ruined.

"Five hundred thousand it is!"

Ying Zheng squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

He glared at Wang Ben: "Hurry up and make Meng Qing write it down!"

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Ben felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled to Meng Yi's side.

Meng Yi, his hands trembling, spread out a sheet of linen paper, picked up his pen, and wrote: "General Ben acted rashly and accidentally injured you, sir. You owe him 500,000 coins."

Zhang Ying glanced at the ground, and seeing that her goal had been achieved, she stopped howling.

He dusted himself off and slowly stood up.

Then, he stretched the leg he had been hugging and jumped twice on the spot.

"Yeah, I'm fine now, I feel much better."

There was a deathly silence in front of the cave.

Ying Zheng's expression shifted from fury to astonishment, and then to blankness.

Wang Ben stared at Zhang Ying, then at the IOU in Meng Yi's hand. The color drained from his face in an instant, then flushed a deep purplish-red.

"You...you...you...you..."

He pointed at Zhang Ying, trembling with anger.

"Wow!"

Wang Ben let out a roar that was hard to understand, feeling as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his chest, neither rising nor falling.

Zhang Ying walked over and patted his shoulder earnestly.

"Old Wang, you're quite strong, but you're too impulsive."

"I'm doing this for your own good, to teach you a lesson."

"With your reckless personality, you'll suffer a great loss when you go out into the world."

Wang Ben: "..."

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi: "..."

Looking at Zhang Ying's serious face and then at Wang Ben's foolish look that was about to make him faint from anger, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a little amused and exasperated.

He finally understood.

These immortal disciples have no unfathomable scheming or cunning.

He's clearly a mischievous kid who loves to play pranks.

When he looked at the so-called "Tai Chi" again, his evaluation changed.

This boxing style, if used to strengthen the body and prolong life, might truly have miraculous effects.

But to say that they went into battle and killed the enemy is pure nonsense.

The Qin cavalry relied on absolute strength and strict military discipline to sweep across the six states, and on an invincible battle formation.

These fancy things are completely useless on the battlefield.

Zhang Ying himself knew that his Tai Chi, which was at the level of radio calisthenics, had no real lethality.

Real killing techniques aim for vital organs with every move; he wouldn't know that.

……

After this staged accident, it rained heavily for two days.

Outside the cave, the rain was pouring down and the temperature had dropped considerably.

With nothing else to do, Zhang Ying decided to kill a sheep to improve her meals.

The goats he raises were all caught from the back mountain and have been bred for several generations, resulting in succulent and delicious meat.

A large earthenware pot sits on the fire, filled with a bubbling, milky-white, rich mutton bone broth.

Zhang Ying threw a piece of pine branch with pine needles into the pot.

This is a traditional method he learned from his hometown, which can effectively remove the gamey smell of mutton.

Wang Ben's precious sword has now become a top-of-the-line kitchen knife.

Zhang Ying gave only a few simple instructions, and Wang Ben immediately understood.

His wrists moved swiftly, flashing with cold light, and slices of mutton, thin as cicada wings with clear texture, were arranged on a ceramic plate, looking quite beautiful.

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhang Ying exclaimed sincerely, "Old Wang, your skills are absolutely amazing!"

Wang Ben triumphantly flicked his sword and blew on it.

"That's right, my swordsmanship back in the day on the battlefield..."

"From now on, stop fighting and come work for me."

Zhang Ying interrupted him, "You'll be in charge of slicing mutton. I'll pay you a higher salary, and you'll be a sophisticated gentleman."

The smug look on Wang Ben's face froze instantly.

He, the mighty Marquis of Tongwu of Qin, a peerless general who destroyed countless countries, was actually ridiculed by this guy to become a cook.

He felt a urge to strike with his sword.

Seeing this, Meng Yi quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Sir, what delicious dish would you like to make today?"

"It's raining, and the temperature has dropped."

Zhang Ying said as she lit another small ceramic stove with charcoal.

"Let's have something hot today, like hot pot and barbecue."

"I usually don't bother with all this when I'm alone. But today there are so many people, it's lively and comfortable to eat here."

hot pot?

barbecue?

The three leaders of the Qin Dynasty looked at each other, their faces filled with question marks.

Although they didn't know what it was, listening to Zhang Ying's description, watching his busy figure, and smelling the increasingly rich aroma of meat in the air...

All three of them involuntarily bobbed their Adam's apples.

This meal is sure to be the most delicious ever.

They were full of anticipation.

Pour half a bowl of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from the earthenware jar and drizzle it over the chopped mutton. Then sprinkle it with ground salt and chili powder and mix it well by hand.

Without ginger and garlic, I can only make a simple pickling process.

He piled up stones to make a makeshift barbecue grill, and while simmering soup, he took out sharpened wooden skewers and started skewering meat.

The cave was dimly lit, with only flickering firelight.