I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 4 Martial arts, far away...

a few days later.

evening.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lin Dong looked at Qiao Feng who was squatting in the kitchen with a strange face, his small face was full of seriousness, and coughed hard.

Qiao Feng turned his head, his eyes were full of burning heat and he said: "The Taoist priest just needs to wait for a while. Although the boy dare not say what he promises, he also knows what he promises, and he will never give up halfway!"

do not!

Lin Dong's expression changed drastically.

In the past few days, he has been tortured by dark cooking.

The most exaggerated time, he also saw the roof of his house being torn off.

At that time, he thought that it was the result of God getting angry because he pretended too much.

It was only later that I found out that Qiao Feng actually likes to practice while cooking, and in his words, it is easy to enter a state of concentration while cooking.

note!

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

In just a few days, Lin Dong, whose roof had been knocked over several times and pots were smashed several times, couldn't hold back any longer.

He raised his eyebrows at Qiao Feng, persuading him, "Even if I was wrong before, Qiao Feng, stop learning how to cook."

"Some people are born without talent for this, you can't go against the sky, can you?"

"Hahaha!"

Qiao Feng laughed loudly and said: "I don't know, the Taoist priest, I never believe in fate, the road of life should never be bound by fate from the day it starts at the foot, so the Taoist priest should not persuade you."

Lin Dong: "..."

The current him wished he could slap the two of himself back then.

Cook?

Is that something someone like Qiao Feng can play?

Sorry for the first time!
After observing the roof repaired by the disciples of the beggar gang, and the black iron cauldron that Qiao Feng himself brought, his face was filled with anger.

fortunately.

He doesn't need to come forward to solve these damages.

Otherwise, even if he puts his all into it, he will stop Qiao Feng from continuing to wreak havoc.

"If you like it, then continue..."

Lin Dong waved his hands weakly, turned around and went back to the backyard to continue building the new kitchen.

after all.

The food Qiao Feng cooks is really not for people to eat.

Either salty or bland, that's all.

People who just started cooking, don’t they all come here?
After mastering the word "appropriate amount", are you afraid that you will not be able to cook delicious meals in the future?

but……

Qiao Feng went too far.

Being a fish can actually produce a miracle of life, and he is completely convinced that a fish that is almost sick can come back to life.

……

Another few days passed.

In the past few days, Lin Dong has been observing Qiao Feng, and after confirming that this person is the future leader of the beggar gang, he can only abandon the drama of fighting for power.

After all, no matter how sinister the court is, it is still hundreds of times worse than the Jianghu vendetta!
Lin Dong had to blend in.

Otherwise, if one day in the future when he develops, a martial arts hero who has never heard of it suddenly stands up and says he wants to do justice for the heavens, wouldn't he be miserable?

"A great hero like Qiao Feng always robs the rich and helps the poor, let alone other people?"

While building the chimney, Lin Dong smiled wryly and said, "Besides, at least Qiao Feng won't kill people. If those people rob the rich and help the poor, there is a high probability that they will kill people and wipe out their families, right?"

"Fortunately, I was only raising my name before, and I haven't started all kinds of plans. Otherwise, I might have been snatched away by a knight from a certain road on the day when I got rich."

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

The martial arts world 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...

Qiao Feng, who is only 14 years old, can leap three feet high.

Lin Dong had seen that scene with his own eyes.

His sense of security also disappeared the moment he saw Qiao Feng standing upright.

Therefore, the court is no longer his goal.

Changing the world may start from the rivers and lakes.

"Daozhang, the rice is ready, come and taste it!"

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

He grinned at the corner of his mouth, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and walked slowly outside.

On the stone table in the Taoist courtyard, various dishes have been set up, and they all look delicious.

Qiao Feng himself stood beside the table, standing respectfully.

"These dishes...?"

Lin Dong just glanced at it and began to doubt his eyes.

"Boy, I know that the Taoist chief has been tired of my food these days, but in order to encourage you, you still eat those unpalatable foods..."

Qiao Feng explained it shamelessly, and then pointed to the delicious dishes on the stone table: "These dishes should be the boy's apology."

You have a conscience...

Lin Dong was overjoyed all of a sudden, took a bite with his chopsticks, and then closed his eyes happily.

Delicious, so fucking delicious.

I don't know if it's because he ate too many dark dishes, or if Qiao Feng really found a chef, but these dishes are really good.

Feeling the delicious food, Lin Dong was so moved that he almost cried, but at the same time he saw Qiao Feng standing by the table, he couldn't help waving his hand and said, "Why are you still standing, sit down and eat together."

"Yes, the boy obeys."

Qiao Feng clasped his fists heavily, and then sat down obediently.

He didn't mention his heroic side, nor did he mention how broad-minded he is in the future, drinking like drinking water.

Today, he is actually a good boy from the pure feudal era.

Therefore, even for Lin Dong who had never taught him anything, he still held the disciple's etiquette and restrained himself extremely seriously.

In this regard, Lin Dong felt very refreshed.

How can someone like Qiao Feng treat him like this without any wavering?
After finishing his meal in a hurry, Lin Dong stared at Qiao Feng seriously: "Pindao is going to teach you medical skills from today, but, can you do a small thing for me?"

"Let's say it's just one piece, even ten pieces, a hundred pieces, the kid will do it too!" Qiao Feng made the promise majesticly.

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

He did not forget the basic knowledge needed to deduce the exercises.

"Forehead……"

Qiao Feng frowned, and after hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Since it was the Taoist priest who spoke, I will go all out!"

Seeing this, Lin Dong quickly asked, "Is there any difficulty here? If there is any difficulty, there is no need."

"There are indeed difficulties. The classics of martial arts and the secrets of martial arts 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 bad street people.

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

Even some people are unwilling to reveal their secrets even if they are about to die.

Even if you are facing a disciple or son who is unlikely to have problems, as long as it involves martial arts, you will never teach it lightly.

In doing so, it is natural to be afraid of being treated at will when you are old.

But at the same time, it is also to ensure that the secret method in the door is not exposed.

In the works, you can indeed see many knights who come and go, but that is the main plot after all.

For example, if Duan Yu gets benefits when he falls off a cliff, is this something ordinary people can get?
But in the real world, many people will never even see martial arts practitioners in their entire lives, let alone Lin Dong has only been in this world for three years.

After thinking for a while, Lin Dong softly said: "If it's really inconvenient for you, Feng'er, let's call it a day."

Don't be too eager, in case you are suspected of having ulterior motives...

Lin Dong thought that his head would most likely not be harder than an iron pot, not to mention that the person he was facing could not only smash the iron pot with one punch, but also knock over the roof of the house.

Qiao Feng stood up boldly, and said seriously: "Don't need to say more, Taoist priest, I will leave this matter to the boy!"

(End of this chapter)