A few days later.

evening.

"Ahem!!"

Lin Dong looked at Qiao Feng squatting in the kitchen with a strange look on his face, his little face was full of seriousness, and he coughed a few times.

Qiao Feng turned his head, his eyes full of scorching heat, "The Taoist priest only needs to wait for a moment. Although the boy dares not say a word, he knows that he has promised a thousand gold coins and will never give up halfway!"

No!

Lin Dong's face changed drastically.

These days, he has been tortured by dark food.

The most exaggerated time, he also saw his roof being overturned.

At that time, he thought that this was the result of his excessive pretending, so God was angry.

Later I learned that Qiao Feng actually likes to practice martial arts while cooking, and in his words, it is easy to enter a state of concentration when cooking.

Notice!

The focus here is not on cooking, but on practicing.

In just a few days, Lin Dong, who was overturned several times and smashed several times, could no longer hold back.

He raised his eyebrows at Qiao Feng and persuaded, "It's just that I'm wrong before, Qiao Feng, don't continue to learn cooking."

"Some people are born without talent for this, so you can't go against the will of heaven, right?"

"Hahaha!"

Qiao Feng laughed and said, "The Taoist Master doesn't know that the boy never believes in fate. The road of life, from the day he starts under his feet, should never be bound by fate, so the Taoist Master should not persuade him."

Lin Dong: “…”

Nowadays, he wishes he could slap himself two times in the face.

Cook?

Is that something that someone like Qiao Feng can play with?

I regret it!

After observing the roof that was repaired by the Beggars' Gang disciples and the black iron pot brought by Qiao Feng himself, he was full of vigor.

fortunately.

He doesn't have to solve these damages.

Otherwise, even if he fought for everything, he would have to stop Qiao Feng from continuing to do damage.

"If you like it, then keep going..."

Lin Dong waved his hand powerlessly, turned around and returned to the backyard, and continued to build a new kitchen.

after all.

The rice cooked by Qiao Feng is really not something that humans can eat.

It's either salty or light, that's fine.

Don’t people who just started cooking come like this?

After mastering the trick of "appropriate amount", are you still afraid that you will not be able to cook delicious food in the future?

but……

Qiao Feng was too much.

He was completely convinced that even making a fish could create a miracle of life, and that he could make an almost sick fish come alive.

...

A few more days have passed.

During these days, Lin Dong has been observing Qiao Feng. After confirming that this person is the future leader of the Beggars' Sect, he could only abandon the scene of fighting in the court.

After all, the court is dangerous, and it is still hundreds of times worse than the revenge of the martial arts world!

Lin Dong must integrate into it.

Otherwise, if one day in the future he becomes prosperous and a martial arts hero who has never heard of him suddenly stand up and say he wants to do justice for the heavens, wouldn’t he be miserable?

"A great hero like Qiao Feng has all acted to rob the rich and help the poor, let alone others?"

Lin Dong smiled bitterly while building a chimney: "And, Qiao Feng will not kill people at least. If those people rob the rich and help the poor, they will probably kill people and destroy their families, right?"

"Fortunately, I was just raising my name before, and all kinds of plans have not yet been launched. Otherwise, I would have been snatched away by a knight from a certain road on the day I got rich."

Thinking of that terrible scene, he subconsciously shivered all over.

The world of martial arts is too dangerous.

He still likes the orthodox historical world. No matter how powerful some generals are, they are still within a certain range.

And now...

Just fourteen-year-old Qiao Feng can jump three feet high.

Lin Dong had seen that scene with his own eyes.

His sense of security also disappeared as he saw Qiao Feng rise three feet above the ground.

Therefore, the court is no longer his goal.

To change the world, perhaps it must start from the world.

"Master, the meal is ready, come and try it!"

Just as Lin Dong was thinking about how to survive in this era, Qiao Feng's call came from afar.

He grinned, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and walked slowly outside.

There are all kinds of dishes on the stone table in the Taoist temple courtyard, and they all look full of colors, fragrance and taste.

Qiao Feng himself also stood by the table, standing with a respectful look on his face.

“These dishes…?”

Lin Dong just took a look and began to doubt his eyes.

"You guy know that over the years, the Taoist priest has been tired of the boy's food, but in order to encourage you, you are still eating foods that are difficult to swallow..."

Qiao Feng explained in shame, and pointed to the dishes on the stone table with a full range of flavors: "These dishes are considered as a kid's apologies."

You guys are a little conscientious...

Lin Dong suddenly felt happy. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, then closed his eyes happily.

Delicious, so fucking delicious.

I don’t know if he ate too many dark dishes or if Qiao Feng did find a chef, but these dishes are really good.

After feeling the delicious food, Lin Dong almost cried, but at the same time he saw the scene of Qiao Feng standing by the table, and couldn't help but wave his hand and said, "Why are you still standing? Sit down and eat together."

"Yes, boy obeys the order."

Qiao Feng hugged his fists heavily before sitting down obediently.

Not to mention his great heroic side, nor to mention how broad-minded he will be in the future, drinking is like drinking water.

Nowadays, he is actually a good child in a purely feudal era.

Therefore, even Lin Dong, who had never taught himself things, always held the etiquette of his disciples and restrained himself extremely seriously.

Lin Dong felt that this was still very good.

Who can truly be unshakable if a person like Qiao Feng can treat him like this?

After finishing the meal in a panic, Lin Dong stared at Qiao Feng seriously: "I am going to teach you medical skills from today. But can you do a small thing for me?"

"Not to mention one piece, even ten pieces or one hundred pieces, you can do it!" Qiao Feng made a magnificent promise.

Looking at his face, Lin Dong waved his hand and said, "It's not a big deal. I'm just a little curious about martial arts. I want you to help me find some basic books to read."

He did not forget the basic knowledge needed to deduce martial arts.

"Forehead……"

Qiao Feng frowned, hesitated for a while, and nodded, "Since the Taoist priest spoke, kid must do his best!"

Seeing this, Lin Dong hurriedly asked, "Are there any difficulties here? If there is any difficulties, there is no need."

"There are indeed difficulties. Martial arts and secret talismans are often extremely private inheritance..."

With Qiao Feng's explanation, Lin Dong also understood.

He has not come into contact with martial arts people for three years since he came to this world, which is enough to show that martial arts people are not a big street.

Therefore, the inheritance of each unique skill is actually very secretive.

Even some people are unwilling to tell their secrets even if they are about to die.
To be continued...