Song Qingshu of the Comprehensive Martial Arts World

"It's simple, I'll get it for you right away." Hou Hou seemed to understand Song Qingshu's difficulty, chuckled lightly, stretched out his jade hand, and the demon ribbon flew out of the sky.

There was only a scream of "crack", and a pheasant was rolled back.

"Here, let's see what this pheasant does." Wan Hou retracted the demon ribbon, and the pheasant fell directly to the ground.

Song Qingshu looked at the chicken on the ground with a confused expression.

Don't look at how many movements Houhou made, it was actually just a matter of a moment.

You know, Houhou is still seriously injured, yet he can catch a chicken so easily.

As for Song Qingshu's state, it was a standard powerless hand.

Doesn't this mean that if you are upset, killing him is as easy as killing a chicken?

The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more frightened he felt, the consequence of his lack of strength, he had to be so terrified.

The task must be completed, and then the points can be exchanged for exercises to accumulate a little strength!

"What's wrong with you, why are you in a daze?" Seeing Song Qingshu suddenly froze, Wan Hou asked strangely.

"It's nothing, I'm wondering what to do with this chicken."

"The conditions are poor now, why don't you get a beggar chicken and try it out."

Song Qingshu smiled, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

But after he picked up the chicken, he walked over to Shi Feixuan.

Compared with the moody witchy saintess like Houhou, standing beside Shi Feixuan still feels more secure.

"Miss Shi, please use your sword to deal with this chicken." Song Qingshu held the chicken up to Shi Feixuan's eyes.

"Treat the chicken with a sword?" Shi Feixuan raised her long sword and looked at the chicken, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

She was always calm, but there was a rare look of panic on her face.

Concubine Shixuan has never done anything other than chanting scriptures and practicing kung fu since she was a child.

It would be hard for her to handle a chicken.

Moreover, what she holds in her hand is a precious sword, is it really suitable for killing chickens?

"Hahaha, you can't even kill chickens. Is this the strength of Cihang Jingzhai's current successor?"

"Xu Ziling should really let him see what kind of person he likes."

Seeing Shi Feixuan's bewildered look, Wan Wan couldn't help laughing.

"Could it be that you will?" Shi Feixuan retorted.

"I... I don't have any tools at hand, otherwise I would definitely." Hou Hou was choked and said bravely.

Her weapon is the demon ribbon, which obviously cannot be used to kill chickens, and the reason is barely passable.

Seeing her stubbornness, Song Qingshu wanted to exchange a kitchen knife from the treasury for her, but after thinking about it, he still didn't dare to do so.

If Houhou became angry from embarrassment and gave him a blow, he might die.

The goddess doesn't know how to cook, isn't that normal? Otherwise, why would she want to lick the dog?

"Actually, it's very simple. You just need to clean up all its fur, open its stomach and get out its internal organs. Miss Shi, I believe in your strength."

Song Qingshu pointed out aloud.

"I understand." Shi Feixuan nodded, and picked up the pheasant with a sword.

The sword light kept flickering, and the chicken feathers flew all over the sky. In an instant, the pheasant fell back into Song Qingshu's hands.

I saw that the feathers on the pheasant had been shaved off, there was a knife cut on the stomach, and the internal organs had been hollowed out.

In such a short period of time, a chicken was cleaned up, which shows how good Shi Feixuan's swordsmanship is.

"Miss Master is really good at swordsmanship, leave the rest to me." Song Qingshu praised and got busy.

He spent a dozen or so points to redeem a bunch of condiments.

After marinating the chicken, Song Qingshu picked a bunch of leaves from a nearby broad-leaved tree.

It is also possible to use these leaves instead of lotus leaves.

The leaves are wrapped with pheasants, and then wrapped with a layer of reconciled yellow mud, and it is made into a mud ball.

Song Qingshu lit the firewood with a torch, threw the mud ball into it, and it was over.

"Okay, wait for about half an hour, and we will be able to eat the beggar's chicken." Song Qingshu washed his hands, sat beside the fire and said happily.

It is more comfortable to sit by the fire when you have no clothes to wear.

"I forgot to say before, what is this chicken called, the name is too ugly."

"And if you wrap it in mud, can the chicken inside still be eaten?"

Hou Hou also sat down, looking at the mud ball in the fire, frowning in disgust.

"Song Gongzi, why is this name called Huaji? What's the name?" Shi Feixuan asked curiously.

"Anyone who can ask this question must have never read The Legend of the Condor Heroes." Song Qingshu murmured.

"What are you talking about?" Wan Hou heard a few words, and looked at Song Qingshu suspiciously.

"It's nothing. I don't know about the two heroines. Have you ever heard of Hong Qigong and Huang Rong?" Song Qingshu changed the subject calmly.

"Of course I've heard that Hong Qigong is the previous leader of the Beggars' Clan. He has great martial arts skills and a great reputation. After resigning from the position of leader, he played around in the world and enjoyed himself happily."

"And Huang Rong is the wife of Guo Jing, the current leader of the South Gang of Beggars. It is said that she is extremely intelligent, and she is Guo Daxia's virtuous wife. Why do you mention these two people?"

Hou Hou obviously has a lot of research on these people in the martial arts, and said like a few treasures.

"Guo Jing, the leader of the Southern Clan, is it possible that there is another leader of the Northern Clan?" Song Qingshu was stunned when he heard the words, and asked in confusion.

Hou Hou knew Hong Qigong and Huang Rong, he understood, after all, this is a world of comprehensive martial arts.

But what the hell is the leader of the South Gang? When did Guo Jing get such a name?

"Of course there is. Qiao Feng, the famous leader of the North Gang of the Beggar Gang, haven't you heard of his name?"

"Sure enough, he is a scholar, and he is very ignorant about things in the Jianghu."

Wan Wan looked at Song Qingshu with a teasing look, as if he didn't know Qiao Feng, the leader of the North Gang of the Beggar Gang, and he shouldn't have.

"Guo Jing, the leader of the Southern Clan, and Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Clan, what is this?"

When Song Qingshu learned that the Beggar Gang really had the leader of the Northern Gang, and it was Qiao Feng from Tianlong Babu, he was a little messed up.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

Both Guo Jing and Qiao Feng were the heads of the Beggars' Clan. If Guo Jing could not be the head of the Beggars' Clan, then Qiao Feng would not be able to be the head of the Beggars' Clan.

However, the title of Nanguo Jingbei Qiaofeng still made Song Qingshu want to complain.

Brother Murong, you paid by mistake after all!

Another day, I will come to comfort you personally, and meet your cousin by the way.

"Why are you so dazed? Quickly tell me the origin of this beggar chicken, and what does it have to do with Hong Qigong and Huang Rong."

Seeing that he was in a daze again, with his face changing back and forth, Hou Hou urged impatiently.

"The Beggar Chicken does have a lot to do with these two."

"It is said that when Guo Jing was young, he was a little stupid. When he met Hong Qigong, he asked him for martial arts, but Hong Qigong hated him."

"Huang Rong learned that Hong Qigong likes delicious food, so she made this beggar's chicken. Hong Qigong praised it again and again, and was willing to teach Guo Jing the Eighteenth Master of Jianglong."

"A beggar chicken was exchanged for the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon. Do you still doubt that this beggar chicken is not delicious?"

Song Qingshu came back to his senses and vividly told them a story about Beggar Chicken.