Chapter 462 1 Accidentally Ingested Into Lungs
After eating the steamed buns, the two women busied themselves again and served the third course.
This time it is another hard dish, braised pork.
The meat is oily and red, like crystal amber in the sun, and like warm ruby.
There are also some leaf fragments sprinkled on the braised pork, which smells fragrant and relieves the greasy smell of the meat.
Zheng Qiu couldn't smell what kind of plant it was, and couldn't tell the specific shape of the leaves from the fragments.
But he can probably guess the range, this is a vanilla plant, and judging from the strong fragrance, it is likely to be orange vanilla.
Zheng Qiu understands the practice of the fanatic sect, and the strength he can gain is limited after all by simply using food for cultivation.
Adding various medicinal materials to food is equivalent to taking pills, and the effect of cultivation will be greatly enhanced.
Brother Han scooped up a large piece of braised pork with a spoon, and the piece of meat trembled slightly on the spoon, exuding a charming luster.
Zheng Qiu couldn't help thinking of when he was a child, in the tiled house of the Xunwu Sect, his grandfather Zheng Zhisong often made braised pork for himself, the taste...
Raising his hand and tapping his forehead lightly, Zheng Qiu murmured to himself: "You are already a Qi Yao realm practitioner, why are you still greedy for braised pork? Don't think about appetite."
After eating the braised pork, the fourth dish is next, still full of aroma.
The plates were filled one by one, and the plates were empty one by one. Senior Brother Han sat behind the table and ate heartily. It was so satisfying.
In the crowd of onlookers, the sound of swallowing saliva was one after another. Everyone's appetite was aroused, and their eyes were full of fiery light.
Fatty Han ate and ate, and Zheng Qiu sat down and watched. After about an hour, he suddenly realized that he was wasting time.
"What am I doing? I didn't come here to watch the fat man eat. Why did I forget the business."
Looking up at the gate of the Lecture Hall, Zheng Qiu was about to stand up and walk over.
It just so happened that at this moment, Senior Brother Han suddenly froze in his eating movements, and the red light on his face instantly faded with the color of blood, and he became a little pale.
Beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his eyes became erratic, as if he was suffering from pain.
Zheng Qiu was stunned, he hadn't stood up yet, let alone walked over to deal with him, why did Fatty Han have a problem himself?
Immediately afterwards, the spoon in Senior Brother Han's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his face gradually turned blue.
Seeing this situation, the two women who served the dishes, as well as the bragging man, ran away in fright, and disappeared into the crowd.
The other onlookers were also frightened, staring at Eldest Brother Han with nervous expressions, all in silence.
"He has a problem with eating, are you indifferent?"
Zheng Qiu questioned loudly, stood up on tiptoe, and quickly jumped to the edge of the table.
Pressing Senior Brother Han's shoulder, Zheng Qiu looked down and put his hand to his nose.
Said: "Big fat man, breathe in!"
Senior Brother Han opened his mouth, his complexion became worse and worse, and there was indeed no air to inhale through his mouth and nose.
Now Zheng Qiu understood that Fatty Han ate too fast and ate food into his trachea.
No, even if it is eaten into the intake pipe, he, a cultivator, can push it out with energy.
So judging from his current situation,
Food is likely to go deeper, perhaps into the lungs.
Unable to breathe air, practitioners can use energy to maintain it temporarily, but Fatty Han only has the cultivation level of controlling energy, so even if he uses energy to maintain it, he can't last long.
Sure enough, Zheng Qiu saw the fat man's eyes and began to roll them up bit by bit, obviously about to faint.
He hurriedly mobilized his energy, and slapped Fatty Han's back with his palm, driving strong energy into his meridians.
This guy is really fat, when Zheng Qiu slapped his palm, his palm was completely sunk into the flesh, as if he had slapped a ball of cotton.
Senior Brother Han shook his body, his eyes stopped turning white immediately, but his face was still ugly.
Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at the young man in white beside him. The strong energy in his meridians told him that the young man's cultivation level was so high that he had never thought of it before.
Zheng Qiu pressed Fatty Han's back with one hand, and reached into his sleeve with the other to feel for the medicinal seeds.
Although relying on Qi Jin can hang the fat man's mind, if he can't breathe air for a long time, he will still be suffocated to death.
The dishes on the table are noodles mixed with minced meat, chicken for minced meat, mixed with chopped mushrooms and herbs, and cooked with red sauce to make a paste.
That is to say, Fatty Han's lungs are not only filled with noodles, but also thick sauce is clogging them.
Zheng Qiu pulled out two rattan sticks, one end tied Fatty Han's legs. The other tied the door frame of the lecture hall, and hung the fat man upside down.
Then he took out a seed of Danhong spicy bean, injected energy to make it germinate and mature, and took off the fruit with a strong spicy taste and crushed it with the palm of his hand.
Zheng Qiu swiped the folded finger on Fatty Han's clothes, tore them open, and wiped the minced red spicy beans on his body.
Under the stimulation of the spicy taste, Fatty Han's fat and white skin quickly turned red, which was a sign of open pores.
When the pores open, his lungs also expand to facilitate the expulsion of food.
Then Zheng Qiu took out two leaves, which are the leaves of a shrub, which can make people cough violently.
After Zheng Qiu cured the strange disease in Feng Lu Village, he specially left half of the plant for himself, but he didn't expect it to be paid for so soon.
But there is a key point here. Fatty Han can't inhale air, so there is no air in his lungs. If there is no air, how can he rely on coughing to spit out food?
Fortunately, Fatty Han is a cultivator, even if there is no air in his lungs, he can use energy to replace it.
Zheng Qiu stuffed the coughing shrub leaves into the fat man's mouth, motioned him to chew, and at the same time reached out and tapped the acupuncture points on the fat man's limbs.
Temporarily seal the meridians leading to the limbs, so that the energy can be concentrated in the chest.
The fat man chewed a few mouthfuls of shrub leaves, and before he swallowed the juice, he felt his throat and even his entire lungs start to itch, and a strong cough felt surging.
Next to him, Zheng Qiu slapped him heavily on the back, urging him: "Cough it out vigorously, what are you still cherishing that bit of vigor at this time?"
Hearing this, Fatty Han tried his best to mobilize the energy in his dantian and gather it towards his lungs.
With this movement, he found that the meridians of his limbs were sealed, and the only place where Qi Jin could go was his chest.
After filling the lungs with energy, the extremely itchy feeling was finally unbearable.
With an explosive cough, a large mass of chewed noodles with sticky sauce and phlegm sprayed from his nostrils and mouth.
It poured over the entire table like a watering can, even blowing the plates that were originally on the table to the ground.
And Zheng Qiu had already anticipated all this, and hid far away before Fatty Han coughed, avoiding the sprayed things.
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