Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 798 Don't Give Chicken Butts (Five)

Bai Laowu lost most of his soul by the smell of the chicken soup.

He said with a look of flattery: "Luo boy can't eat so much, so Qing'er, let's share a little with Uncle Bai."

"A chicken leg?"

"Chicken wings?"

"No chicken butt!" She interrupted his bargaining directly.

He was in a hurry, like an ant on a hot pan, scratching his liver and lungs there.

Yang Ruoqing not only refused to give him chicken soup, but also scolded him.

"Tang Yazi is a soldier under your uncle Bai."

"Now that the soldiers under your command are bullied like that, do you have a face as a soldier?"

"Are you still in the mood to ask this for chicken?"

Bai Laowu was thrashing on the fragrant chicken soup for a while, and was racking his brains thinking about how to please Yang Ruoqing.

Hearing what she said, he followed her meaning and said, "I'm losing face, what do you think I should do, Yiqing'er?"

"Uncle Bai, teach Tang Yazi kung fu, and let him defeat that Zhong Zheng and get back to his place."

"I will cook you delicious food every day from now on, as long as your belly is big enough!"

"How's it going? Is it okay? One word!" she said.

Bai Laowu looked at her, and then at the crock pot behind her, with a tangled, conflicted, struggling face.

Since that incident happened that year and the prince disappeared, he has sworn.

For the rest of your life, you must be as sharp as possible, and if you don’t use your kung fu easily, you will be a hobbyist who will spend the rest of your life in old age.

but……

"I've eaten so many good things from you, and I can't justify it if I don't take something out!"

Bai Lao Wudao.

"Xiaozi Luo is my soldier. If I cover him, it shouldn't violate my oath, right?"

he muttered.

Yang Ruoqing could hear clearly.

"Thank you Uncle Bai, come, eat a chicken leg first!"

A fragrant big fat chicken leg was delivered to Bai Laowu.

The last trace of hesitation disappeared in an instant.

When he came back to his senses, he took a bite and devoured more than half of the chicken thigh.

Chicken crumbs were all over his face, beard, and mouth.

When Luo Fengtang walked into the kitchen, he happened to see this scene.

He was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing ran over immediately and dragged him to the front of Bai Laowu.

"Tangyazi, hurry up, thank Uncle Bai quickly." She urged.

"Ah?" His husband, the second monk, couldn't feel his head.

Yang Ruoqing winked at him: "Uncle Bai is going to teach you how to fight."

Luo Fengtang came back to her senses and finally understood why Qinger did so much.

His face was moved, and then he clasped his fists and gave a deep salute to Bai Laowu who was eating chicken bones: "Thank you Juntou..."

"Yeah, it's delicious..."

Bai Laowu threw himself on the chicken leg in his hand and said vaguely.

Luo Fengtang froze for a moment, then glanced at Yang Ruoqing again.

However, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Bai Laowu.

"Uncle Bai, let's have another chicken leg."

"Give me all the legs, what will Luo boy eat? How embarrassing..."

Bai Laowu said so, his hand has already taken the chicken leg.

Yang Ruoqing took two more bowls and poured two bowls of chicken soup.

One bowl is for Bai Laowu, and the other is for Luo Fengtang.

"Let's put wolfberry in it to nourish blood, drink it while it's hot," she said.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the chicken soup in his hand, it was so fragrant.

"Qing'er, drink it." He sent it to her.

She smiled and shook her head: "I don't need to make up, and if I make up, I'll have nosebleeds, so hurry up and drink it."

Luo Fengtang nodded, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath.

Seeing that the two men were full and full, then Bai Laowu brought Luo Fengtang to the warehouse.

There are a lot of ice cubes in the warehouse, and the temperature is much cooler than other places.

Bai Laowu said to Luo Fengtang: "I was hungry in the early years, and I often scrambled for food with wild dogs. Later, I created a set of boxing techniques, which is called Da Dog Boxing..."

"Pfft..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle Bai, we don't read much. Don't fool us! How can there be such a strange name?"

She couldn't help but complain.

Bai Laowu glared at her: "Little girl is good at cooking, don't you understand this?"

"Don't look at the name of my boxing technique, but the power is not bad!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly, and stepped aside obediently, not to disturb Bai Laowu's teaching of Luo Fengtang's boxing.

Bai Laowu pointed to a pig's hind leg on the meat table in front of him, and said to Luo Fengtang: "This pig's hind leg, without a knife, just with a pair of fists, can you smash it into a puddle of meat in half an hour?"

When Luo Fengtang heard the words, his eyes fell on the hind legs of the pig in front of him.

This is the hind leg meat of a wild boar.

It is estimated that it weighs about seventy or eighty pounds.

After being chilled, the wild boar, which was already tight, became firmer and firmer, as hard as a rock.

He glanced at his fists again.

Not to mention that this fist is made of flesh and blood, even though he has a knife in his hand.

It is impossible to chop so much wild boar into puree in half an hour!

He shook his head and said truthfully, "I can't do it."

Bai Laowu showed a meaningful smile.

"Silly boy, you can't do it now, because of your brute force, you didn't get it."

"The power is in you, just like the wild horse that has taken off the stiff, you can't control it."

"If you can't control it, your strength will be spread out, and you can't use it in one place. You can handle it when you encounter a shrimp, soldier, and crab general."

"But when you meet a real trainer like Zhong Zheng, you will suffer a big loss!" Bai Laowu said earnestly.

Hearing Bai Laowu's pertinent words, Luo Fengtang sighed with emotion.

The head of the army was so right, he had a good experience with Zhong Zheng before.

In terms of strength, he felt that he could not lose to Zhong Zheng at all.

However, the effect of hitting is far inferior to Zhong Zheng.

The reason should be here.

"Commander, please enlighten me!" Luo Fengtang clasped his fists again, and arched towards Bai Laowu.

Bai Laowu nodded, took a step forward, shook his sleeves and raised his hands.

"I'll call it again, you can look carefully!"

he said.

The legs were slightly bent, the palms were erected with both hands, and the left hand drew a semicircle out of thin air in front of him, and then pushed it out.

The same goes for the right hand.

Then he clasped his hands together, his wrists turned for a while, and the knuckles made a few clicks.

Both hands slammed into fists, and according to the piece of wild boar, it was a ping-pong-pong blow...

That sound hit the rock like a bronze hammer.

Make a crisp sound.

It was like a clash of weapons, with a metallic sound.

His fists were sometimes as fast as raindrops, sometimes as slow as a twilight bell.

He hit the pig's hind legs all at once, and where his fists touched the pork, wisps of cyan smoke came out.

Not to mention Luo Fengtang was stunned, even Yang Ruoqing, who was a special agent, was full of surprise.

Bai Laowu's 'dog punching' method is really not to be underestimated!

Concentrate the strength of the whole body into the fists, and then strike out at the appropriate direction and angle.

The essence is concentrated, this power, tsk tsk...

"All right!"

After a while, Bai Laowu became dantian and slowly closed his hands.

(End of this chapter)