The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

Ling Chi touched the ground with his toes, and his body disappeared in place like flying flakes of green smoke.

"Not good!" Huang Yaoshi who was playing the flute turned pale with shock, and the next moment, Ling Chi had appeared in front of him.

Just when he was about to shout and change his moves, Ling Chi patted the jade flute in his hand, and saw the jade flute swish into his mouth, straight into his throat...

So hard, so deep, so sad, with a swollen throat.

"vomit--"

Huang Yaoshi hastily pulled out the jade flute, retching again and again.

……

"Grandpa, are you okay!" Guo Fu rushed over.

"Master!" Cheng Ying also ran over with a concerned expression.

"Ahem, it's okay...it's okay." Huang Yaoshi held back his tears, took a few deep breaths, and his voice became a little hoarse: "I was stabbed in the throat, it's not a serious problem."

Guo Fu and Cheng Ying breathed a sigh of relief, but they were also shocked.

Guo Fu secretly took a look at Ling Chi, and saw that he was sweating, but his face was not red and he was not panting. He was even more surprised: he is actually better than grandpa, no wonder even my mother wanted to scold me.

"Hahaha, Huang Laoxie, how does it feel?" Hong Qigong was overjoyed: "Being poked in the mouth by my own Xiao, you are considered a strange person through the ages."

Huang Yaoshi had dark lines on his face, but he felt his throat was getting more and more swollen, and he felt a pain just as he was about to speak.

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi cupped his fists at Ling Chi, his voice hoarse: "Little brother, I'm going to apply medicine, excuse me."

Ling Chi apologized: "Blame me for being naughty, I will make a few dishes later, and I have the right to make amends."

Seeing that Ling Chi was about to cook again, Huang Yaoshi smiled, nodded, turned and left.

Guo Fu glanced at Ling Chi and chased after him.Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang greeted each other and followed suit.

……

"Boy Ling, you've done a good job." Hong Qigong patted him on the shoulder with a red face, and smiled brightly: "It's the first time I've seen Huang Laoxie in such a mess for so many years, old beggar. You're very good."

Ling Chi smiled: "It's just a surprise, but Senior Hong, aren't you tired?"

"What's so tiring? Thinking about the old beggar..." Hong Qigong talked about his heroic deeds incessantly.

Ling Chi was not impatient, and listened to his bragging with a smile.

Lu Wushuang walked up to him, tugged at his sleeve, and complained on his face: "Big brother, why didn't you teach me the martial arts of blocking left and right?"

Seeing her pouting her lips, Ling Chi chuckled, "I just created that myself, how do I teach it?"

"Ah! Just created it yourself?" Lu Wushuang was stunned, but Hong Qigong was shocked, and looked at him like a monster: "You boy... where did the monster come from?"

"Big brother, teach me, teach me." Lu Wushuang shook his arm excitedly: "If I learn these two tricks, I won't lose even if I meet Wujue!"

Ling Chi flicked her head, and laughed and cursed: "Don't think too simple, these two tricks seem simple, but easy to learn but hard to master. If you want to master it, don't even think about it if you don't have ten or eight years."

"Ah? Is it so difficult?" Lu Wushuang rubbed his forehead, depressed and unwilling: "Is there no quick way?"

"Yes." Ling Chi nodded.

"Really!?" Lu Wushuang was just complaining at first, but he didn't expect to get a windfall: "What way?"

Ling Chi pointed to the guest room: "Go to sleep, have a dream, there is everything in the dream."

Lu Wushuang: "..."

Hong Qigong laughed.

……

The news that Ling Chi had stabbed Huang Yaoshi's throat was soon known by Guo Jing and Huang Rong. After entertaining a wave of heroes, the two immediately went to check the situation.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi had already taken anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines. Seeing his daughter coming, he smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

The voice was still a little hoarse, but Huang Rong knew that the problem was not serious: "Father, why did you get stabbed in the throat by Yu Xiao? Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay." Huang Yaoshi shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect Brother Ling to be so fast. It was because of my carelessness that I got hurt."

"What's going on?" Huang Rong sat down, "Father, can you say that Rong'er knows?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head and said, "I have a sore throat, so I can't say more, let Fu'er tell you!"

Huang Rong turned to look at Guo Fu, Guo Fu immediately told what happened before.

After listening to Guo Fu's narration, Huang Rong and Guo Jing were extremely surprised.

Hong Qigong was exhausted, and left a phantom on the spot with his swift movements... Is this still a human?

"Brother Ling, are you so powerful?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head, with a wry smile: "I'm afraid I'm not under Wang Chongyang back then."

Chongyang real person?

Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong were a little dazed, they were unwilling to believe that a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old could be compared with the real person of Chongyang back then.

But the ending of the previous battle said it all.It seemed that only Wang Chongyang could defeat Huang Yaoshi after dragging down Hong Qigong.

"Father, mother, if he can stay and resist the Mongolian army, wouldn't the chances of winning be greater." Guo Fu said with bright eyes.

"That's right." Guo Jing nodded again and again, looking forward to it: "Brother Ling's martial arts are so high, he can definitely compete for the throne of the martial arts leader. If he commands the heroes, our chances of defeating the Mongolian army will be even higher."

Huang Yaoshi nodded, quite agreeing.But Huang Rong frowned, feeling very opposed in her heart.

Originally, for this hero meeting, she came up with a solution just to get her husband in the position. Now that the hero meeting is coming, if Ling Chi suddenly kills her to pick the peaches, wouldn't her plan be in vain?

Absolutely not!

"I don't think Brother Ling has any intentions about Jianghu." Huang Rong said, "Originally he was leaving yesterday, if Qigong hadn't been unable to escape for a while, he would not have stayed. We are lucky to get the cakes presented by Brother Ling , but it is not good to force more."

"This... what Rong'er said also makes sense." Guo Jing's brain was not very good, and he couldn't figure out the key point. Thinking that this request might be difficult for Ling Chi, he stopped thinking about it.

Huang Yaoshi gave Huang Rong a meaningful look.

"Mom, what do you mean by cutting cake?" Guo Fu still doesn't know anything.

"This cake is why mother, your father, and grandfather respect brother Ling so much..." Seeing that Guo Jing had no intention of recommending Ling Chi, Huang Rong smiled slightly and told Guo Fu what happened yesterday.

As she told more, Guo Fu's expression kept changing, some were shocked, some didn't believe it, some were half-believed, and in the end she had to believe it.