With his current strength, he could not only defeat a person but could also cleave off a corner of a mountain with a single strike!
The man in black armor foolishly took a full blow!
"You say you..."
Yang Ge pressed down with the knife in one hand while still holding the bamboo basket in the other, looking down at the terrified eyes of the man in black armor, and sighed, "Isn’t it nice to be your little canary? Why do you have to fly out and see the world? Don’t you know the world outside is dangerous?"
As he spoke, his legs whipped up a trail of afterimages, landing dozens of kicks on the chest of the man, who was unable to dodge while propping up the knife.
There was a series of bone-crushing sounds like frying beans, and the man in black armor’s chest caved in to become as flat as his back on the spot.
He opened his mouth wide, unsure whether to beg for mercy or to, threaten Yang Ge with his background; however, he only spewed large gushes of bright red blood, mixed with chunks of internal organs.
Yang Ge landed, expressionlessly swung his knife, and chopped off a section as tall as himself, so the man in black armor would forever be a head shorter than him...
Blood spurted out like a fountain over a meter high; Yang Ge lightly tapped his foot, smoothly retreated over ten feet away, evading the falling blood droplets... A man without a wife has to do his own laundry when his clothes get dirty.
He turned around and looked at the woodenly standing Daoist, "I’m in a hurry, do you have any quick words? Cut to the chase, no nonsense!"
The Daoist looked at him, at his figure standing alone in the midst of the rain with a curtain of blood in the background...
His throat moved slightly as he tried to calm himself, but when he spoke, his voice was trembling heavily: "Elder... I, I have nothing to say."
Yang Ge wanted to say something more, but remembering the pig heart soup in the bamboo basket, he could only say, "Alright, let that be for now. Come visit our inn later, I have something to discuss with you. I have matters to attend to now, I’ll take my leave first."
After saying that, he whisked away a blade of light, hastily making his way toward Lu Ting.
The Daoist watched his receding figure, his throat moving again: ’Which damn ghost of a lord will go to your inn to find you!’
Of all the strategies, retreat is the best!
...
"With this heavy rain, how did you get here?"
Liu Mang looked surprised at Yang Ge standing outside the door.
Yang Ge entered, holding the bamboo basket: "The old master hasn’t been sleeping well these past few days, I’ve made some pig heart soup to soothe his mind. It’s also good for my sister-in-law; it will benefit both mother and child!"
Hearing his voice, the old Shopkeeper came to the door with a smile, scolding as he leaned on the doorframe: "Look at this young man, and then look at yourself. All day long you only know how to hang out with your hooligan friends, never thinking about your father or your home... Come in and dry off, such heavy rain..."
Liu Mang rolled his eyes as he followed Yang Ge inside, grumbling in his mind: ’I’ve been attending to you all day long, why don’t you mention that?’
Yang Ge put down the basket and called for Liu Mang to bring bowls and chopsticks, then he uncovered the pot, releasing a wafting steam.
"You shouldn’t trouble yourself like this in the future..."
The old Shopkeeper looked at the steaming pig heart soup, feeling a warmth in his heart.
Yang Ge served the first bowl to Sheng, then took another bowl to serve Liu Mang’s wife: "What’s the trouble... Sister-in-law, drink more of this soup. It strengthens the Qi and calms the spirit, and it’s really suitable for pregnancy. Don’t worry, I washed the pig heart several times, it’s not gamey."
Liu Deng’s wife, with her big belly, graciously accepted the bowl he handed her and gently nodded: "Thank you, uncle."
Liu Mang looked at his father’s overly happy smile, then at his wife’s gentle demeanor, and after silently swallowing his saliva, he sat down somewhat crazily: "How is it that you know how to do everything?"
Yang Ge boasted with a laugh: "The more skills, the better! What’s up? You want to learn? I can teach you!"
Liu Mang became even more exasperated: "How can I learn this?"
Yang Ge explained patiently: "It’s quite simple, you just need to know the recipe. Prepare the ingredients and medicinal herbs properly, add them to the pot in the right order, and watch the fire. If you also understand a bit of medicine and know the compatibility of ingredients and herbs, that makes it even easier..."
Liu Mang found it hard to associate this domestic cook with the world-renowned "Revealed Saint" Yang Erlang.
Yet, he was indeed that very person!
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How did those hands, which could slice through men like cutting grass, manage to process these ingredients and herbs so meticulously?
Liu Mang scratched his head vigorously, puzzled, flaking off dandruff like snowflakes.
Seeing this, Liu Deng’s wife slapped him upside the head, scolding fiercely: "Can’t you move further away when flaking your disgusting dandruff? We’re still going to drink the soup!"
Seeing this, Sheng couldn’t help but chuckle surreptitiously, "Give give give."