Gao Zhengyang walked out of the front gate of the praying hall with a big smile on his face while holding the broadsword.
Yue Qingxue was still cleaning the front gate. Seeing Gao Zhengyang coming out alone, she stopped what she was doing and lifted her head to look at Gao Zhengyang, her blue eyes full of curiosity.
She didn't need to speak, because her eyes could express her thoughts clearly.
Gao Zhengyang didn't want to hide it from the girl anymore. He said directly, "Xiaoyue, I've regained my senses. I'm here to divide the family property with my uncle. "
Gao Zhengyang nodded to the black pig not far away. "I'll take the broadsword and the black pig. Haha, I'll treat you to some meat at noon."
"No, thanks."
Yue Qingxue shook her head after a moment of hesitation, refusing Gao Zhengyang's invitation. Gao Zhengyang was in a daze in the morning. She found it hard to accept that he had regained his senses in such a short time.
However, she was introverted and had a profound mind. She would never show her thoughts on her face, let alone question him.
"Don't mention it …" Gao Zhengyang said sincerely, "I don't have many friends. You can come over at noon."
Yue Qingxue still shook her head, saying in a low voice, "I'm relieved that you've recovered and can take care of yourself."
Her voice was cold, giving off a sense of coldness and alienation.
Gao Zhengyang had untied the rope that tied the pig. He whipped the pig's butt with a wooden stick and drove the pig forward.
After a few steps, Gao Zhengyang turned around and said to Yue Qingxue, "Let's have lunch at noon at Old Cang's house. See you there."
After saying this, Gao Zhengyang had driven the black pig away before Yue Qingxue could refuse again.
Looking at Gao Zhengyang's receding figure, Yue Qingxue found that his back was very straight. It was a small change that made him stand taller.
Even though he was not tall enough, he looked more confident. He was completely different from the demented young man they had thought to be.
Gao Zhengyang's "See you there, don't leave" was something she often said to Gao Zhengyang when they were young.
Thinking of this, Yue Qingxue's heart softened a little.
"Since he has recovered from his illness, I should have a good talk with him." After thinking for a while, Yue Qingxue finally found a reason to go for a meal. She felt a lot more relaxed.
Gao Zhengyang held a knife in one hand and herded the pigs on the other. He attracted a lot of attention along the way.
The Tielin Sect was not big. As the only fool, Gao Zhengyang had a very high reputation in the Tielin Sect.
"Idiot, where did you get your knife?" A few youths followed him for a while. Finally, a youth with squinted eyes couldn't help but ask.
Gao Zhengyang glanced at the young man but didn't say anything. The other person's squinted eyes rolled around. It was obvious that he was up to no good.
Being ignored by an idiot, the squinted youth felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that it was Gao Zhengyang and no one was following him, he became more courageous.
"Hey, idiot, I'm asking you a question." The squinted youth stood in front of Gao Zhengyang and asked angrily.
"You're the idiot. Your whole family are idiots."
Gao Zhengyang didn't want to lower himself to the level of a little brat. However, this kind of person didn't want face when he gave it to him.
"You motherf * cker." The squinted youth didn't think that Gao Zhengyang would dare to talk back. He felt very embarrassed in front of his companions.
Gao Zhengyang used to be an idiot. He wouldn't resist no matter how much he was beaten or scolded.
The squinted youth was used to beating and scolding. He raised his hand and hit without thinking.
"Pa …"
Before the squinted youth's hand could touch Gao Zhengyang, the scabbard in Gao Zhengyang's right hand had already slapped his face.
The horizontal blade weighed more than ten kilograms and the scabbard was made of high-quality ebony. Although Gao Zhengyang held back his strength, the scabbard still slapped the squinted youth's face swollen. He was also beaten senseless.
"Ah," The squinted youth screamed after being stunned for a moment. He was shocked and angry. He covered his face and shouted, "My dad hasn't hit me before. You actually dare to hit me. Brothers, go and beat him to death. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility! "
The squinted youth's father was a rank 2 warrior and was very famous in the Tielin Sect. The squinted youth relied on his father's strength and roped in a few people. He often did things sneakily.
When he shouted, his companions were embarrassed to watch.
Moreover, it was easy to beat a fool. They just had to be careful not to kill him.
One had to know that his aunt, Lin Niangzi, was a tough person. If he really died, everyone would be in trouble.
The few youths were more than half a head taller than Gao Zhengyang. The few of them surrounded Gao Zhengyang and blocked him in the middle.
The squinted youth shouted excitedly, "His blade is not bad, let's snatch it and play with it …"
"I'm in a good mood, don't provoke me. When I get angry, even I'm afraid of myself … "
Gao Zhengyang said with a straight face.
The few youths couldn't help but laugh. This fool had changed and his words had become even more ridiculous.
"You, idiot."
The tallest and strongest youth cursed and made the first move. He was also afraid that Gao Zhengyang would fight back and raised his hands to protect his face.
Gao Zhengyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The other party's face was protected, but what was the use of exposing his chest and abdomen?
The youths here had all practiced martial arts, but they had no actual combat experience. Even if their bodies were much stronger than Gao Zhengyang's, they could only take a beating in front of him.
Gao Zhengyang made a feint and the other party hurriedly retracted his head. Gao Zhengyang lowered his scabbard and aimed at that person's weak spot.
"Uh …" He couldn't breathe and his face turned red. He stood there in a daze and didn't move.
Gao Zhengyang took the opportunity to take a few steps forward and went around that person. He casually stabbed his scabbard behind him again and stabbed another youth's heart.
After receiving such a heavy blow, that youth's tears and snot flowed out. He clutched his chest and slowly knelt down. He had never experienced such pain before and it instantly crushed his fighting spirit.
The remaining youth was completely unharmed. He looked at Gao Zhengyang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost and didn't dare to make another move.
The squinted youth who was shouting at the side was also dumbfounded and couldn't shout anymore.
Gao Zhengyang said with a fierce expression, "In the future, I will beat you up every time I see you. Now, get lost. "
The few youths were even more stunned. When did this fool become so overbearing?
Gao Zhengyang raised his scabbard and slapped the squinted youth's face again. "Why are you still not getting lost? Do you think it doesn't hurt?"
The squinted youth screamed again and turned to run away hastily. The fool was too strange today. He was really scared.
The other youths also scrambled to escape in a sorry state.
Teaching a few youths a lesson didn't affect Gao Zhengyang at all. A kind person would be bullied. Gao Zhengyang didn't like to bully others, but he hated being bullied even more.
He was a warrior in his previous life. He only cared about the results, not the means.
While Gao Zhengyang was teaching a few youths a lesson, there were many onlookers. Everyone clicked their tongues in wonder at Gao Zhengyang's transformation.
Many people coveted the broadsword, but no one dared to snatch it in broad daylight.
Gao Zhengyang beat a few more youths. The other youths didn't dare act recklessly.
Old Cang's house wasn't far from the praying hall. Gao Zhengyang soon arrived at the place.
Old Cang's house was a courtyard surrounded by wooden planks. The door was half closed, and he could vaguely see some people moving around in the courtyard.
"Old Cang, here comes business."
Standing under the willow tree in front of the door, Gao Zhengyang yelled.
"You are Gao Xiang's son?" Old Cang heard the yell and walked out of the courtyard leisurely. Seeing Gao Zhengyang, his dark old face showed a hint of doubt.
Although he seldom went out, he knew that Gao Xiang's son had turned into a fool. At that time, he sighed with emotion.
"Yes," Gao Zhengyang answered casually, then said, "Old Cang, I'm here to kill a pig and stew some meat. I'll give you a hind leg as payment. "
Although the other person called out Gao Xiang's name and acted like an elder, Gao Zhengyang didn't care. If he was really a good friend of Gao Xiang, he wouldn't just watch him suffer.
Gao Zhengyang didn't blame him. Everyone took care of their own, and that was right. But if he wanted to do business, it would be meaningless to act like an elder.
Old Cang looked at the black pig and muttered in his heart, "Don't tell me this fool didn't steal it."
But when he thought about it again, this was a fat piece of meat delivered to his door. Even if there was something wrong, he wouldn't be the one to blame.
"Come in and talk." Old Cang called Gao Zhengyang into the courtyard. He circled around the pig and said, "I can help you, but a hind leg isn't enough."
Gao Zhengyang looked at the old man with a faint smile, "You're not the only one who knows how to kill pigs and stew meat. It's just a hind leg. If you don't want to, then forget it. "
"I'm doing this for your own good." Old Cang hurriedly explained, "You're young, and this pig's origin is unknown. If you go to someone else, at least half of it will be taken."
Gao Zhengyang pointed at his temples and said, "My brain has already recovered. This pig was given to me from my family. Besides, what does it have to do with you if its origin is unknown! "
Old Cang was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, his old face was dark and full of wrinkles, so no one could tell.
He awkwardly explained, "It's not like I didn't know. It's a good thing that your brain has recovered. If your father's soul in heaven knew, he would definitely be happy. "
"It's not certain whether he's dead or not. It's not good for you to say that."
Gao Zhengyang didn't like the old man's acting like he was old, so he spoke rudely.
Old Cang became even more embarrassed. Gao Zhengyang said again, "If you don't want to, I'll go find Cripple Lin."
Gao Zhengyang also considered that pork was hard to store, so he wanted to stew it at Old Cang's place, so he could eat it for a few more days.
Stewing meat was not a unique skill. There were many people in Tielin Sect who could do it. It was just that they didn't have spices and stock, so they couldn't make it taste good. If Old Cang was too greedy, he would find someone else.
"Okay, I'll help you with this."
Old Cang was also afraid that Gao Zhengyang would run away, so he quickly patted his chest and promised. "Your father and I are old friends, so of course I'll take care of you."
Gao Zhengyang was a little helpless. Old Cang was so old, but he still didn't know how to behave. He already said it so clearly, but he still wanted to do him a favor.
But he didn't know that this would only make people hate him, and there would be no other use.
Gao Zhengyang didn't want to argue too much, so he let the old man talk to himself.
Old Cang wasn't very smart, but he did things quickly.
With one knife, he killed the black pig, drained its blood, shed its hair, cut its meat, and deboned it. After a while, the black pig turned into a pile of meat.
The black pig didn't have enough food to eat, so after raising it for almost a year, it only had a little more than a hundred pounds. After removing the internal organs and bones, there wasn't much meat left.
There were a few big pots in Old Cang's yard. He first boiled the pork in a pot of clear water, and after getting rid of the blood, he added stock, spices, salt, and other seasonings, and simmered it on medium heat.
Soon, the aroma of meat wafted out.
Gao Zhengyang, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. This body hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and the aroma had awakened the body's memory of delicious food, which naturally stimulated the secretion of saliva.
Old Cang smiled proudly, "Don't rush. The pork is a little tough, so it needs to be cooked on medium heat for two hours. Only then will the meat taste good."
Gao Zhengyang raised his head and looked at the sun. It was around nine o 'clock in the morning. Two hours, which meant that they could only eat at one o 'clock in the afternoon.
Gao Zhengyang moved a wooden chair, sat not far from the big pot, and waited patiently.
Meat was good stuff, so Gao Zhengyang had to keep an eye on it.
Old Cang cleaned the internal organs and cooked them in another small pot.
Gao Zhengyang felt it was a pity. In his previous life, he had eaten butchered pig dishes. There were many ways to make a sumptuous feast.
There weren't any ingredients here, and the cooking method was simple. It was a bit of a waste.
The internal organs were cooked quickly, so Old Cang quickly scooped out a piece of liver and handed it to Gao Zhengyang, "This is good, try it …"
The liver was dark, and it had a bit of a fishy smell.
Gao Zhengyang didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite. Although it didn't have much taste, it was much better than cornbread.
He was in urgent need of nutrition. The taste wasn't important.
Old Man Cang also chuckled as he picked up a piece and gnawed on it.
As the two were eating happily, they suddenly heard cursing outside the door.
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