Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 24 Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Sword (1)
What kind of knife should be able to chop a galloping horse?

No one saw it.The light of the saber flew out from the woods beside the road, and the carriage rushed another twenty or thirty feet. From here, no one could be seen, let alone the saber. Fu Hongxue stood in front of Zhuo Yuzhen and the child, her eyes still staring at him. In that dense forest, the pale face seemed to be translucently white.

Yan Nanfei took a breath, and immediately asked, "Did you see that knife?"

Fu Hongxue shook his head.

Yan Nanfei said: "But you must already know what kind of knife it is."

Fu Hongxue nodded.

Yan Nanfei sighed, and said: "It seems that Gong Ziyu's news is really well-informed, and Miao Tianwang has really come."

Miao Tianwang's knife is of course the Heavenly King's Ghost Slaying Knife!

Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly, and said coldly, "I'm afraid there will be quite a few people here."

At this moment, two large trucks drove over side by side on both ends of the road, and the road in the future was completely blocked.

On the first trolley on the left, there was a wooden table. Two people were sitting cross-legged on the table and playing chess. On the second trolley, there were also two people, one was manicuring and the other was drinking.They seemed to be very focused on what they were doing, and no one raised their heads to look this way.

Fu Hongxue and Yan Nanfei didn't seem to see them either.

On the first cart on the right, there are several women sitting, some are old and some are young, some are embroidering, some are eating melon seeds, and some are combing their hair. The oldest one is unexpectedly a ghost grandmother.On the second cart, there was a brand new coffin and a large copper pot hanging on an iron frame.

It is said that the largest pot in the world is the cooking pot of Shaolin Temple.There are many monks in Shaolin Temple, who don’t see oil or meat all year round, but they work all day long. Of course, they eat a lot. Even if each monk eats five bowls of rice, how many bowls of rice would [-] monks eat?How big a pot should be to cook rice to feed these monks?

Yan Nanfei has been to Shaolin Temple, especially to see the pot, he is naturally curious.

The copper pot on the cart looks no smaller than the cooking pot in Shaolin Temple.The strangest thing is that there is actually a person in the pot, with a round face, fat head and big ears, but there are some scars hanging down from the forehead like a poisonous snake, from the center of the brow to the corner of the mouth, which makes him look very kind His face suddenly became indescribably weird and evil.

The cart was not moving fast, and the copper pot on the iron frame swayed slightly. Sitting in it was like sitting in a cradle.

The dark clouds receded and the sun rose again, but Yan Nanfei's heart was sinking.

But he had to force a smile on his face, and murmured: "Unexpectedly, Duoqingzi didn't come."

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "If you miss one blow, you will retreat completely. This is their old rule in Xingxiu Sea."

Yan Nanfei smiled more cheerfully: "Except for him, it seems that everyone who should have come has come, and those who shouldn't have also come."

He looked at the fat man with the scar on his face in the copper pot, smiled and said, "Chef Hao, why did you come?"

The poisonous snake on the fat man's face was wriggling.He was smiling, but the smile made his face look more sinister and mysterious: "I'm here to collect the corpse."

Yan Nanfei asked, "Whose body will you collect?"

Cook Hao said: "All corpses are collected, dead horses are collected in stomachs, and dead people are collected in coffins."

All the trucks stopped.The chess player is still playing chess, the drinker is still holding a cup, and the comber is still combing his hair.

Cook Hao said with a smile: "It seems that everyone has a good taste today. The five-spice horse meat made by Cook Hao is not something that everyone can eat."

Yan Nanfei said, "It seems that your specialty dish isn't five-spice horse meat?"

Cook Hao said: "It's hard to find ingredients for my specialty dishes, so it's better to just eat spiced horse meat."

After saying this, his people got out of the copper pot and got off the cart. No one who has seen it with their own eyes, it is really hard to believe that this big fat man who weighs more than 100 catties can move so lightly and nimbly.

He also has a knife on him, a kitchen knife.

Zhuo Yuzhen couldn't help but want to ask: "Is this cook Hao really a good cook?"

Yan Nanfei said, "It's fake."

Zhuo Yuzhen said, "Why do people call him a cook?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Because he likes to cook vegetables, and also because he likes to use kitchen knives."

Zhuo Yuzhen asked, "What is his specialty?"

Yan Nanfei said: "It's so hot, it stirs up people's waists."

As soon as the young woodcutter stopped vomiting, he looked up and was stunned.He never dreamed that this place would suddenly become so lively.

Today he only ate two dry steamed buns and a few pickles. He thought he had vomited up long ago, and there was nothing to vomit, but he took a second look, and immediately couldn't help but vomited again. It was great just now.

Cook Hao had already pulled out his kitchen knife, and slashed at the dead horse. He even chopped off a large piece of the leather belt, and threw it into the big copper pot with a casual throw.He holds the knife with his right hand, throws the meat with his left hand, and moves up and down with both hands. His movements are light and skillful. He chopped a horse into more than 130 pieces in the blink of an eye, which is easier than cutting tofu with other people's knives.

The horse meat is already in the pot, what about the five spices?

Cook Hao wiped the blood from the knife on the soles of his shoes, then went back and opened the coffin; inside the coffin were all kinds of ingredients, such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, fennel, star anise... as long as you If you can think of it, there are all in the coffin.

Cook Hao murmured: "This broken cart is just for firewood. When the cart burns out, the meat will be cooked."

Yang Wuji who was playing chess suddenly said, "My share doesn't have to be too bad, my teeth are good."

Cook Hao said: "Do monks also eat horse meat?"

Yang Wuji said: "Sometimes even human flesh is eaten, let alone horse meat."

Hao Chef laughed and said, "If a Taoist priest really wants to eat human flesh, there will be materials here later."

Yang Wuji said: "I've been waiting, I'm not in a hurry."

Chef Hao laughed, glanced at Fu Hongxue out of the corner of his eye, and said, "Human flesh is the most blood-replenishing, if you eat more human flesh, your face won't turn pale."

He laughed loudly, and with one hand, he lifted the nearly [-]-jin copper pot and the iron frame together, and used the broken wood from the carriage to light a fire under the copper pot.The flames flickered and burned "crackling"

The ground rings.

The child was crying again, Zhuo Yuzhen could only quietly open the front of her clothes and feed them.

Gongsun Tu, who was holding a wine glass in his hand, suddenly exhaled, "What a fair skin."

Chef Hao smiled and said, "The meat is so tender."

The ghost grandma who was eating sunflower seeds sighed, "What a poor child."

Fu Hongxue could only feel his stomach contracting, and the veins on the back of his knife-holding hand were bulging, as if he was about to draw the knife.

Yan Nanfei held down his hand and said in a low voice, "You can't move now."

Of course Fu Hongxue could see that he couldn't move now.Although these people are pretending to be leisurely, they are actually like a hornet's nest, as long as they move, the consequences will be disastrous.But what about not moving?If it goes on like this, is it true that they will eat human flesh after they finish eating the horse meat?
Yan Nanfei lowered his voice, and suddenly asked again: "Do you recognize 'Eight Courages and Eight Lives' Du Shiqi?"

Fu Hongxue shook his head.

Yan Nanfei said: "Although this man is not a hero, he is more chivalrous than those heroes I know. I have made an appointment with him at the Tianxianglou teahouse in the city ahead. As long as I can find him, what can I do?" It can be solved, and I have a very good friendship with him."

Fu Hongxue said, "That's your business."

Yan Nanfei said, "My business is your business."

Fu Hongxue said, "I don't recognize him."

Yan Nanfei said, "But he recognizes you."

The chess player is still playing chess, everyone is still doing what he is doing, not paying attention to them at all, as if they are dead.

Yan Nanfei asked again: "Are you a very reasonable person?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Sometimes yes, sometimes not."

Yan Nanfei said, "Is it time to be unreasonable?"

Fu Hongxue said, "It seems so."

Yan Nanfei asked again: "Can Zhuo Yuzhen and her child die?"

Fu Hongxue said: "I can't."

Yan Nanfei sighed, and said, "As long as you can remember this sentence, let's go."

Fu Hongxue said, "Let's go? How?"

Yan Nanfei said: "As soon as you heard me say the word 'puppy', carry Zhuo Yuzhen and the child into the carriage and hide them in the coffin. I will take care of the rest!"

He smiled and said: "Don't forget that my ability to escape is still the best in the world."

Fu Hongxue closed his mouth.Of course he understood what Yan Nanfei meant, he had absolutely no choice now, no matter what, he would never let Zhuo Yuzhen and the child fall into the hands of these people.

On the scooter that the ghost grandma was sitting on, there were five women in total, except for her, they were all young and not ugly.

Not ugly means good-looking, and the prettiest one is combing his hair. His hair is long, black and shiny.

Yan Nanfei suddenly said: "I heard that Tianwang Miao has seventy or eighty wives, big and small."

The ghost grandma said: "It's eighty, he likes round numbers."

Yan Nanfei said: "I heard that no matter where he goes, he will bring at least four or five wives with him, because he may need them anytime and anywhere."

The ghost grandmother said: "He is a man full of energy, and his wife is blessed."

Yan Nanfei asked, "Are you one of them?"

The ghost grandma sighed and said: "I really want to, but it's a pity he thinks I'm too old."

Yan Nanfei said: "Who said you are old, I think you are at least ten years younger than the old lady who combed her hair."

The ghost grandma laughed, and the face of the woman combing her hair changed, and she stared at him fiercely.

Yan Nanfei smiled at her again, and said, "Actually, you can't be considered too old, besides the ghost grandma, you are still the youngest."

Now everyone can see that he is deliberately looking for trouble, but they still can't figure out what he wants to do. People who didn't look at him on purpose can't help but look at him more now.

Sure enough, he went to Chef Hao again: "Aside from chopping meat and vegetables, what is the use of your kitchen knife?"

Cook Hao said: "You can still kill people."

The poisonous snake on his face began to squirm again: "Killing someone with a precious sword studded with pearls is no different from killing someone with a kitchen knife."

Yan Nanfei said, "It's a little different."

Cook Hao said, "Which point?"

Yan Nanfei ignored him, turned around, opened the coffin, and muttered, "I didn't expect there to be onion and ginger in it, but I don't know if there is any chili pepper?"

Cook Hao said loudly, "What's the difference?"

Yan Nanfei still ignored him, and said, "Ha, there are peppers here, it seems that this coffin is like a kitchen."

Cook Hao was sitting, but now he stood up: "Why didn't you say it? What's the difference?"

Yan Nanfei finally turned around and said with a smile, "I don't know what the difference is. I only know that there should be some chili in the braised five-spice horse meat."

He carried a bunch of peppers, walked to the copper pot, and said: "There is probably no one who doesn't eat peppers, and the one who doesn't eat peppers is a puppy."

(End of this chapter)