Chapter 53 53, Ouyang is a good brother! When Hong Qi woke up and walked to the main hall with a bamboo stick, he saw Ouyang Feng carving on the table with a knife, and talking about the I Ching hexagram terms while carving. Lin Chaoying stood beside him, watching silently. “Are you talking about the I Ching?” Hong Qi leaned over to take a look out of curiosity, and saw that the table was covered with densely packed footprints the size of broad beans, distributed according to the hexagrams of the Book of Changes, with some arrow lines indicating the direction and order of the footprints. With Hong Qi's sharp eyesight, he naturally recognized at a glance that this was a form of light Kung Fu footwork, so he immediately retracted his gaze and tried to retreat. Ouyang Feng called out, "Brother Hong, don't leave. Let's discuss this together." Hong Qi hesitated and said, "But..." "This is the martial arts of the Imperial Garden Underground Palace. According to the rules, you also have a share." Hong Qi looked ashamed: "But I didn't show you a way out." "This is none of Brother Hong's business." Ouyang Feng said, "Besides, Brother Hong also contributed to the killing of the Qinling Five Tigers. Come and have a look. This step is based on the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes. With Brother Hong's knowledge, it should be able to give us a lot of inspiration."
Even though Hong Qi is a beggar, since he has practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he must have a deep study of the Book of Changes. Hong Qi did not want to learn other miscellaneous kung fu as he felt it would distract his attention. But when he heard that Lingbo Weibu was related to the Book of Changes and that it was just an auxiliary kung fu, and Ouyang Feng sincerely invited him, he could not refuse. So he went over to discuss it with Ouyang Feng and Lin Chaoying, and soon became addicted to it. When you are addicted, time always passes quickly. Before I knew it, it was already past noon. Lin Chaoying, who was discussing the Book of Changes with Hong Qi, suddenly paused. Then her body swayed slightly, and her palms rested on the edge of the table. Her cheeks turned pale and her lips lost all color. Hong Qi was shocked and asked, "Miss Lin, what happened to you?" Before he could finish his words, his stomach made a loud gurgling sound. Ouyang Feng, who was also obsessed with martial arts, heard Hong Qi's stomach rumbling, and then looked at Lin Chaoying's appearance, and finally came to his senses. He realized that the two were probably starving, and Lin Chaoying was even suffering from hypoglycemia. He himself was not affected by the sad and refreshing breeze, his skills were functioning normally, and his body was not affected, so he did not feel hungry yet. But Hong Qi and Lin Chaoying were weak, and their skills could not be used. From last night till now, they had only drunk some water, and it was obvious that they could not bear it anymore. "I'll go get you something to eat." As he spoke, Ouyang Feng moved a chair and placed it behind Lin Chaoying. Lin Chaoying thanked him softly and sat down on the chair. She felt a little warm in her heart for his considerate and delicate gesture. Then I saw him move another chair to Hong Qi... "Thanks brother!" "Brother Hong, you're welcome." Seeing this, Lin Chaoying felt both amused and annoyed - how could Ouyang Feng be considerate to her? He clearly has a sense of brotherhood. In his eyes, there is probably no difference between her and Hong Qi; they are both "brothers in the world." Ouyang Feng went to the side room next to the main house and saw some dried fruits and meat in the kitchen, so he took them to feed Hong Qi and Lin Chaoying.
After Lin Chaoying ate some preserved fruits to replenish her sugar intake, her complexion improved visibly. Hong Qi ate the dried meat, and after a few bites he was still not satisfied. He looked at Ouyang Feng and said, "Anything else?" Ouyang Feng shook his head: "There is no cooked food." Hong Qi said, "Why don't you light a fire and cook? I'll be the chef." Ouyang Feng said: "This is the residence of a master from the First-class Hall. If there is smoke from the cooking stove and someone with ulterior motives notices it, there will probably be trouble." If it were just him, he would naturally have nothing to worry about. Even if heavily armored soldiers came with crossbows to encircle and suppress him, he could come and go freely in the complex environment of the city. But Hong Qi and Lin Chaoying have not yet recovered their strength and are weak. A few archers would probably be able to shoot them into hedgehogs. "This place is very close to the East Market. I'm going to the market to buy some cooked food and pastries. I'll be back in a quarter of an hour at most." Just as he was about to leave, he was worried that a warrior from Yipintang would come while he was away, so he took the two to the side wing and hid them in the cellar. Then he moved the table engraved with the secret book of "Lingbo Weibu" to the firewood room, piled some firewood on it, performed the "muscle contraction and bone shrinking method" to change his body shape, and found a piece of clothing to change into, then left the courtyard and went to the East Market. After Ouyang Feng left. In the cellar, Lin Chaoying suddenly asked Hong Qi: "Hong Qi, are you familiar with Ouyang?" "Well, actually, I only knew Brother Ouyang one day and one night earlier than you, Miss Lin. But I felt like I knew him from the first sight..." At this point, Hong Qi suddenly remembered Ouyang Feng's words that pierced his heart, and he couldn't help but choke on the topic. Then he shook his head vigorously, throwing away those disgusting words and Ouyang Feng's traitorous tendencies, and only remembered his good points, and continued: "Brother Ouyang is an upright, heroic, righteous, and resourceful man... He saved us from danger last night without thinking we were a burden, and Lady Lin experienced this herself. I clearly did not make any contribution, and even almost caused a loss, but he forgot the past and shared with me the Lingbo Weibu, a peerless martial art... In short, he is a good brother worthy of my heartfelt friendship." Lin Chaoying nodded slightly and said: "So you don't actually know much about Ouyang's background, past experiences, etc.?" Hong Qi laughed: "When making friends, Hong Qi doesn't care about the details, as long as they are of the same mind." Lin Chaoying smiled and said, "You are really generous." Hong Qi also laughed, "How can a beggar be without a big heart?" "Did Ouyang ever tell me where he will go after Xingqing Mansion?" "He seemed to have said that he wanted to go to Guanzhong to discuss swordplay with masters. After that, he would go to the Central Plains and Jiangnan to meet masters from different places." Lin Chaoying nodded, "So he's a martial arts fanatic." "Perhaps it is because of their obsession with martial arts that Brother Ouyang has such amazing skills at such a young age." Hong Qi sighed: "I thought I was one of the best among the younger generation. But I didn't expect that Brother Ouyang is two or three years younger than me, but his skills are better than mine. And Miss Lin..." Lin Chaoying said calmly: "I am older than you, so I am not your peer." Hong Qi shook his head, "Miss Lin, don't comfort me. If you are a generation older than me, Miss Lin, you are my senior, but you are only seven or eight years older than me, you, me, and Brother Ouyang are still the same generation. Alas, among my peers, there are two people whose martial arts are better than mine, and the saying that they are 'one of the best' is just my arrogance." After hearing his talk about age and seniority, Lin Chaoying felt inexplicably relieved. The corners of her lips lifted up unconsciously, revealing a faint smile. She said:
"You don't have to underestimate yourself. From what I've seen, among the martial arts world, apart from Ouyang, there is no one who is your age and has the same martial arts skills as you. Even among the seniors who are one or two generations older than you, or even two or three generations older, there are not many who have better martial arts than you." Hong Qi laughed, "I like what Miss Lin said." The two were chatting in the cellar. Outside the courtyard, a fat man with a pale face rode a strong horse and rushed to the gate. He dismounted from the horse before it stopped, ran to the gate, took out the key with trembling hands, opened the gate, and rushed towards the main house. When he arrived at the door of the main house, the fat man felt his nose getting hot. He raised his hand and wiped it, only to find that his hands were covered in blood. "unlucky!" The fat man cursed inwardly, rushed into the house, ran straight to the inner room, opened the secret compartment, took out the antidote for the Poison Sand Palm, poured out half a bottle of pills, and swallowed them all in one breath. After taking the pill, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his bleak complexion recovered a little. It was not until this time that he noticed that something was wrong at home. The fat man glanced at the open secret compartment and knew what was going on at a glance: "Someone has touched my medicine!" This person is none other than Fu Dahai, the master of the “Poison Sand Palm”. Ouyang Feng calculated everything else correctly, but he miscalculated one thing. Fu Dahai is indeed obsessed with the martial arts of the underground palace. He has planned to live in the underground palace for a long time with Master Feilong, Lin Tong with Two Swords, and other Yipintang warriors who have arrived after receiving their signals for help, and study the martial arts of the underground palace together. However, every mural in the underground palace had some key points destroyed by Ouyang Feng. Fu Dahai was so proud of his talent that he tried to complete the task by himself. However, just the basic skills of the first picture caused his blood to surge and his inner energy to get out of control. The extremely toxic poison in the Poison Sand Palm, which was originally condensed between his fingers, also spread out of control and even seeped back into his lungs. He naturally carried the antidote with him, but the poison had penetrated too deeply due to the uncontrolled true qi, and the antidote he had was not enough. That's why he hurried back home to get the spare antidote. At this moment, the poison had been cured and his mind and emotions were gradually returning to normal. Of course, he could notice something unusual at home. Please give me a vote! (End of this chapter)