I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 154 The Best Taste in the World
That night, Cheng Ying cooked a few dishes, including vegetables, tofu, river fish and shrimps, which suited Huang Yaoshi's light taste.

But the food was very delicious. Hong Qigong was used to eating big fish and meat, so he felt that these home-cooked meals had a unique flavor. He praised the food so much that he even ate three bowls of rice.

"Brother Yao, I know that you are a man of your word. We have already agreed to go to Mount Hua together tomorrow, and you must not break your promise."

Hong Qigong knew that Huang Yaoshi often acted unexpectedly, so he used words to tie him up first to prevent him from leaving without saying goodbye tonight.

"Since Brother Seven has spoken, I will accompany you."

Firstly, it was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and secondly, Hong Qigong had just said that there was no danger in Xiangyang now. Huang Yaoshi thought that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go to Huashan to see what had happened that made Hong Qigong so concerned.

In fact, when Huang Yaoshi was far away in Jiaxing, he wanted to see what happened after he learned that his daughter Huang Rong was defeated by a third-generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect.

When he arrived at the foot of Mount Huashan, he happened to meet his disciple Cheng Ying. The news that his daughter's defeat was intentional spread out, and his doubts were dispelled.

As for why Cheng Ying and her sister chose to settle here, Huang Yaoshi could guess with a little speculation that they were using Zhao Zhijing's name to avoid Li Mochou. Although he was unhappy about it, he did not show it.

The next day, the two rushed to the North Peak of Huashan Mountain early in the morning.

By this time, the heavy snow had turned into light snow, and the mountain road was easier to walk on than yesterday. Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were both top-notch masters in the world, and they reached the top of the mountain while chatting and laughing.

They say that there is an old child and a young child. Hong Qigong has lived a carefree life in recent years, and his personality has begun to develop towards the direction of an old naughty boy.

So he just waited for Huang Yaoshi to discover the clue himself. He took out a small pot from the bag on his back, found some dead wood and branches around, made a fire and boiled water, and then went to dig at the big rock.

Huang Yaoshi had no idea what he was thinking. He thought that what was buried under the big rock was the rare thing that Hong Qigong mentioned, so he took two steps back and waited to see it clearly.

Unexpectedly, after digging for a while, Hong Qigong actually lifted out a rooster, and it was covered with long and thick centipedes.

The red and black patterns were slowly moving, and were even more colorful in the reflection of the snow. Even with Huang Yaoshi's cultivation and concentration, he couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw it.

Hong Qigong said proudly: "All things are interdependent. The old beggar buried the rooster here yesterday, and it really attracted all the centipedes nearby."

After saying that, he walked to the fire, used one hand to exert his inner strength to make the fire burn more vigorously, and with the other hand, he held the centipede's tail and threw them into the hot water one by one.

Huang Yaoshi was watching from the side and said unhappily, "Seventh Brother, did you bring me up the mountain just to see this boiled centipede?"

Hong Qigong was amused, but he didn't want to offend anyone, so he pointed to the cliff and said, "Brother Yao, please forgive me. I'll ask Huaguang to remember to eat it. I actually want you to see the words engraved on the cliff."

Because of the heavy snow overnight, the handwriting became unclear. Huang Yaoshi walked closer and waved his robe sleeve, then he could clearly see the four words "Sword from Quanzhen".

Hong Qigong looked at his expression from the side and found it to be as funny as he had expected, but he did not laugh out loud. He turned around and continued to busy himself with his food.

"Seventh Brother, who do you think left this?"

After a while, Hong Qigong had already cleaned up the venom in the centipede's body, revealing the tender meat that was as white and transparent as a prawn. He was about to fry it in oil.

Hearing Huang Yaoshi finally speak, he smiled and said, "Brother Yao is ten times smarter than the old beggar. Why bother asking when you already know the answer? Who else could it be other than Master Zhao from Huashan who is from the Quanzhen Sect?"

Huang Yaoshi remained silent again until Hong Qigong took out a few iron boxes filled with condiments from his bag and put the fried golden centipedes dipped in the sauce into his mouth, then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"it is good!"

"Originally I thought that since he was a disciple taught by the Seven True Ones, it wouldn't make much difference whether he saw him or not. But after seeing these four words, I, Huang, had to go to the Jade Maiden Summit to meet him." This time it was Hong Qigong's turn to remain silent. He just chewed the centipede meat in his mouth slowly, squinting his eyes slightly, showing that he was enjoying it very much.

"Since Brother Seven has asked Huang to accompany you here to read these four characters, Brother Seven cannot refuse the trip to Jade Maiden Peak."

Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang were friends on an equal footing, and Zhao Zhijing was considered his disciple's grandson. If he went alone, it would be easy for people to criticize him, so he asked Hong Qigong to accompany him.

After listening to Cheng Ying's description yesterday, Hong Qigong also wanted to go and see Zhao Zhijing. Huang Rong's Dog Beating Stick Technique was taught by him. Whether it was a real fight or a fake one, the opponent would have to have considerable attainments to be able to take it on.

"That's exactly what the old beggar thought. When I first met him, I thought he was a lunatic who didn't know his place, and he happened to be from Quanzhen."

"When your little disciple tells us about Zhao Zhijing's deeds, he is a chivalrous man of our generation. There hasn't been such a person in the martial arts world for many years."

Hong Qigong ate more than a dozen centipedes before he began to speak.

Then he looked at the centipedes still frying in the frying pan and said, "I'm not exaggerating, this is the coldest place in the world, the centipedes grown here are the fattest and tenderest, they can be said to be the most delicious in the world."

"Brother Yao, would you like to try one?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and shook his head, knowing that Hong Qigong was trying to provoke him. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, he never tried.

The heavy snow on the Yunu Peak gradually stopped, and Zhao Zhijing took two days off. He was in a very good mood today and took the initiative to cook to show off his cooking skills to his apprentices.

After Lu Qingdu found his life direction, he worked as a kitchen helper in Chongyang Palace's dining hall for more than half a year, and his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds.

After arriving at Yunv Peak, he became responsible for the meals of more than a dozen masters and apprentices. Now he has the potential to become a famous chef.

Zhao Zhijing benefited from this, and his first move was extraordinary. Although the rules of abstaining from alcohol and meat had not been abolished in Zuowang Temple at that time, just the vegetarian dishes were enough to shock all the disciples.

Pot stickers with tofu, stir-fried vegetarian dishes, vegetarian dish, five-treasure rice, etc., each one is delicious and mouth-watering.

"Master, a guest has arrived."

Zhao Zhijing looked at the dishes that were about to be served, and thought to himself that he had just thought yesterday that whoever dared to disturb my pleasure at this time must be planted in the field.

I didn't expect that there are people who would brave the wind and snow to find trouble.

"Master, there are two visitors, one of whom is an old man dressed as a beggar, who seems to be a senior in the Beggars' Sect."

An old veteran in the Beggars' Sect?
Zhao Zhijing's heart moved, and he put down the spatula in his hand.

"Qing Du, come and look after the stove."

Zhao Zhijing wiped his hands, straightened his clothes and sleeves, and walked out quickly to greet the guests.

There were two old men at the mountain gate, one in a green cloth robe and the other in tattered clothes. Although they were just standing there normally, they had the aura of a master.

"Good guy"

"It's not easy to plant these two in the ground."

(End of this chapter)