Chapter Thirty-Four: Beggar Hong Qigong

  After hearing this voice, Chen Xiao was surprised at first. When he heard that he wanted to eat roasted chicken legs and liked to eat chicken buttocks, Chen Xiao's heart suddenly became very happy, and he quickly replied: "Hehe, no problem, anyway I can't finish it by myself."

  After Chen Xiao agreed, a figure quickly appeared in front of him.

  The speaker was a middle-aged beggar, with a rectangular face, a slight mustache under his chin, rough hands and feet, and clothes that were patched up in various places but clean. He held a broken bamboo stick about three feet long, had a large red lacquer gourd on his back, and looked like he was drooling, his expression anxious, as if he would snatch the chicken legs and buttocks if they weren't given to him.

  Haha, I didn't expect that for the sake of my stomach, I would actually bring Northern Beggar Hong Qigong over, this is truly strange.

  Across from him, the great horseman Dà Mǎ Jīn Dāo sat, while Chen Xiao was not polite at all. He stretched out his hand and said: "Is there wine? Give me a drink first, okay? Eating this stuff every day, my mouth is so dry that birds could nest in it."

  Hong Qigong burst out laughing, seeing that he was asking for chicken legs and buttocks from others, while the other party wanted wine from him. He couldn't be happier, so without saying another word, he handed over the wine gourd. As soon as Chen Xiao took it, this time he wasn't polite at all, grabbed a roasted chicken and tore off half of it with his hands, on top of which was a part that was smooth and shiny, exactly the chicken buttocks.

  Chen Xiao pulled out the stopper from the gourd, and suddenly the fragrance of wine filled the air. He gulped down a few mouthfuls, exclaiming: "Good wine!"

  Hong Qigong also tore off a piece of chicken buttocks, stuffed it into his mouth, and praised: "Good kid, you're great, this roasted chicken is not bad." As he spoke, his hand slid on the ground for a few times, Chen Xiao carefully looked over and saw that it was two words: "Bei Bang?"

  Chen Xiao muttered to himself, "Bei Bang" and "bei bang" are homophones, how could he not understand? This Hong Qi Gong obviously discovered that he was being controlled by someone. At this moment, his left hand held a wine gourd, while his right hand wrote four words on the ground: "Xi Yu Guo Shi."

  These four words are homophonic with "Western Regions National Master", Hong Qigong's expression suddenly became much more serious, he nodded and wrote: "Where to go?"

  Chen Xiao put down the gourd in his hand and went to pick up the remaining half of the roasted chicken. His right hand replied, "Yan Zi Wu."

  This is already within the borders of Suzhou, Hong Qigong took a look at those three words and guessed that they were heading in the direction of Yanziwu. He immediately erased the words, Chen Xiao also followed suit, erasing the marks, but only drinking wine and eating roasted meat, laughing and saying: "Uncle, where are you planning to go?"

  Hong Qigong, with his reputation as the "Divine Beggar with Nine Fingers", has been roaming Jianghu for many years, earning him a place among the Five Greats alongside Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, Xixie Ouyang Feng, Nandian Yideng Dashi and Zhongshentong Wang Chongyang. He is someone who can make the entire Jianghu tremble with just a stomp of his foot. But being called "Big Uncle" like this, it's really the first time, he immediately laughed and said: "I have some urgent business nearby, halfway through I smelled the aroma of roasted chicken, almost bringing out all the hungry worms in my stomach, so I came to beg for something to eat."

  He spoke as he ate, and in a twinkling of an eye, half a chicken was cleaned up by him.

  He stared at the half chicken in Chen Xiao's hand, his throat moving up and down, swallowing hard. Chen Xiao saw this and secretly laughed to himself, finally leaving a chicken wing for himself and giving the rest to him.

  Just then, a soft voice sounded from behind him, saying: "I wonder who this is..."

  It was just then that Kumarajiva saw Hong Qigong approaching from afar and immediately became cautious, slowing his pace as he walked closer.

  Hong Qigong saw from afar the scene of Jiumozhi moving Chen Xiao out of the tree cave, and he felt somewhat puzzled. Looking at Jiumozhi's attire, it seemed that he was not a native of Central Plains, and yet he was being so stealthy, which made him seem like no good person.

  Then I thought again if anything big had happened in the Jianghu recently, but somehow I just couldn't think of it.

  In the end, I had no choice but to come forward and, under the pretext of discussing chicken buttocks, secretly investigate. Fortunately, Chen Xiao was clever, and this attempt indeed revealed the other party's identity.

  One of the six greatest in the world, Xiyu State Master Kumarajiva.

  In comparison, the true strength of the Six Greats is not much different from that of the Five Absolutes, but it's still inferior. The actual strength of the Six Greats is even higher than that of Zhong Shangtian Wang Chongyang, and naturally stronger than that of Hong Qigong.

  So this matter can only be cleverly obtained, and cannot be forced, otherwise it will be counterproductive, and that would be a lifelong regret.

  At this time, Hong Qigong heard Ji Mo Zhi ask, and immediately smiled and said: "I heard the aroma of roasted chicken, and my mouth was watering for a moment. What's wrong, Master? Do you have something to do?"

  The monk sized up Hong Qigong and, upon seeing that he had only four fingers on his right hand with the index finger missing at the palm, felt a sudden chill in his heart. He suddenly recalled a figure from the Jianghu world whose appearance was identical to this man. He immediately smiled and said: "So it's actually the great beggar Northern Beggar who has arrived. The monk was unable to welcome you from afar, I hope Seventh Master will forgive me."

  Chen Xiao watched him from the side, seeing that this person would always maintain his politeness no matter what the future held, and secretly felt sorry for him. It was a pity that with such a thick skin, he didn't go into multi-level marketing, it would have been a perfect fit.

  Hong Qigong burst out laughing, gnawing on the last half chicken leg in his hand until only bones were left. He then picked up the wine gourd and took another sip before asking: "Master, you're overpraising me. By the way, what time is it now?"

  Jiumozi did not understand what he meant and said: "The little monk also does not know."

  Hong Qigong looked up at the sky, suddenly covered the wine gourd with its lid, slung it over his back, picked up that tattered dog-beating stick, hastily stood up and left, muttering to himself as he walked: "Ah, no good, if I miss the appointed time it won't be good, I'd better get going first, farewell!"

  He had already used his Lightness Skill to make a swift departure, and in the blink of an eye he was nowhere to be seen. By the time those two words of farewell reached Qiu Mo's ears, Hong Qi Gong was probably already over a hundred meters away.

  Zhumo Zhi gazed in the direction where Hong Qigong had left, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty. His original plan was that if this trip were to be discovered by someone, he would definitely kill them to silence them, but he hadn't expected it to be Northern Beggar Hong Qigong who showed up instead. Although this old beggar was a bit crazy and unconventional, he actually had real skills under his belt.

  Although he can be sure of winning himself, wanting to kill Hong Qi is a thousand times more difficult. At that time, if the momentum becomes too great and other people are brought in, it will be very bad.

  Thinking of this, he picked up Chen Xiao's body and rushed overnight towards the direction of Yanziwu.

  This walk was almost three hours. Seeing that there were waterways everywhere, and not seeing even half a person's shadow, Zhumo Zhī finally put down Chen Xiao and sat in meditation to practice his skills.

  After all, he had been running continuously for nearly seven or eight hours today, and also carried Chen Xiao, a big living person of about 150 pounds, no matter how strong his internal strength was, it was somewhat unbearable.

  Jiumozhi sat cross-legged to practice his skills, while Chen Xiao didn't waste any words and found a dry spot to lie down, pretending to sleep on the surface but actually secretly observing Jiumozhi's practice process.

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