Eating is always the eternal theme of people coming!

No matter you are a hermit master who sucks the wind and drinks dew, absorbs the essence of day and night, or a beautiful woman who is out of the world and untainted by fireworks... As long as you are still human, you will naturally have to eat.

Although the sword god is called a god by the world, it is just a respectful title, and it is still a personal one after all. So when facing Tang En's invitation, the sword god Wu Ding did not hesitate, nodded calmly, and said directly.

So, smoke rose from the kitchen of the secret agency...

...

For a moment, it was not too far away from the hall, with a brown wooden table, and the atmosphere was a bit dull. The bowls and dishes in front of me were steaming, three dishes and one soup, which was very simple. It was home-cooked dishes that often appeared on the tables of ordinary citizens, and two bowls of white rice, that's it.

After adjusting his sitting posture slightly, Tang En looked extremely calm, and there were a few polite smiles on the corner of his mouth, and the master's demeanor was undoubtedly full of his demeanor. But he was inevitably a little nervous...

To be honest, Tang En really never thought that he would eat with the Sword God one day. Although he had invited him on his own initiative before, it was just a matter of being polite to Philip's face. Who would have thought that the other party would nod and agree...

For a moment, Tang En thought a lot. This is the sword god, isn’t my meal too simple? The tabletop seems a bit greasy. Do you need to find two girls to come and help you with fun…

Of course, in the midst of the random thoughts, Tang En did not consider whether the sword god's move had a good intention. Originally, not to mention the bad news he got from Philip, he just said that he had beaten the proud disciple, so this was not something that could be bought with a meal...

Thinking of this, looking at Wu Ding's gaze that looked at him again, Tang En unconsciously adjusted his sitting position again, and the dagger in his sleeve trembled slightly, ensuring that he could hit him out of his state at any time.

Then, his eyes widened and the atmosphere became more and more solid and stiff... For a while, when Tang En's temples were slightly wet, Wu Ding looked at the wiping of rice that was gradually dissipating and frowned slightly: "Don't you eat?"

"Uh?" After a moment of silence, Tang En came to his senses, squeezed out a smile, and waved his hand to invite him. "How could... please, please, please! They are all home-cooked dishes in the north, and they laughed. Well, it may taste slightly heavier than southern cuisines. Please don't dislike them."

"It's okay." Shaking his head casually, Wooding picked up the knife and fork and buried his head in the food.

His arm suddenly became in the air and was stunned. Tang En suddenly remembered the customs and etiquettes of other worlds. There was a rule that when you go to someone else's house to visit, if the host does not invite him, the guest cannot use a knife and fork first... Damn! Because of this, you always stared at me for a long time? He wiped his forehead with a lot of pressure. Tang En felt extremely ridiculous for a moment.

Fortunately, with the crisp sound of knife and fork constantly touching the dishes, the stiff atmosphere in the side hall gradually eased. The taste of northern cuisine is indeed heavy, and some things similar to the pepper-like appearance in the world are basically essential seasonings in the north. Not long after, Wu Ding's forehead was faintly sweaty. Seeing this, Tang En handed the napkin, Wu Ding nodded and took it casually. The tension between the two was almost gone...

After a moment, put down the knife and fork, "Ah... I haven't tasted authentic northern dishes for many years, and now I'm a little uncomfortable with eating them at first." Wu Ding said casually as he wiped the napkin with sweat on his nose.

"Sorry, I was negligent." Tang En nodded apologetically, then asked tentatively, "Why? Drink some wine to suppress it?"

"Wine?" Wu Ding's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, as if he had obtained a toy for a long time. But at this moment, "Cough cough..." Haita, who was standing next to the door, suddenly stretched his fist to his ear. He coughed twice, as if he was dissatisfied.

Wu Ding's shoulders collapsed and waved his hand in vain: "Forget it, let's have a tea."

"Okay." Tang En nodded, waved his hand to the secret agency members guarding outside the door, then looked at Haita, then turned around. Don't let drink? It's because of your health...

The food on the table was removed, and soon two cups of fragrant light tea were brought back. Unlike the food, tea is the best and good tea, which Allen brought to Tang En every time he came.

During this period, the two also talked a few words, but most of them were scenes. Woody thanked Tang En for the reception. Tang En said it was right, and then talked about Philip and so on... Until,

After sucking the tea, Wu Ding's white eyebrows moved slightly, closed his eyes and savored, nodded, gently put down the teacup, and a "knock" sound. Tang En straightened his back slightly, knowing that the main show was coming.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ding nodded and said solemnly: "I am reckless and have no guidance. Thank you for your mercy just now."

Tang En did hold back just now, otherwise it would not be Winsling's hand bones, but the throat bones that broke. Of course, Tang En did it helplessly after seeing Wu Ding and the others. Of course, Wu Ding knew this.

However, in this world, there are many masters who don’t like to reason. Tang Enyuan didn’t expect that this could impress Wu Ding’s heart. He didn’t expect that Wu Ding would be the Sword God. Not only did he not pursue Tang En’s responsibility for his ruthless disciples, he thanked him first, which surprised him...

"Uh?" After a moment of silence, Tang En came to his senses and raised his head and whispered, "This... nothing. I have always loved peace and won over others with virtue, haha..."

Wu Ding also chuckled, and exposed the topic, without commenting on Tang En's words of gigging on his face. Pinghe said: "I have heard of all the rumors about you in Brandtown, and I was a little curious at that time. Now I see it with my own eyes, but it has even added a little bit of doubt..."

Tang En did not respond immediately to this words, but waved his hand and said, "You are so polite. I really can't bear the title of your fairness. Philip is called friends. Since you are Philip's grandfather, you can call me Tang, Tang En, Xiao Tang and so on..."

This is indeed Tang En's sincere proposal. Because at least from the moment, the sword god Wu Ding did not show his hatred for killing him quickly, but was quite peaceful and polite, as if treating him as a person of the same level. And Tang En's temper is like this, as a saying goes, that is, you respect me one foot, I respect you one foot! You suppress me one inch... Well, don't blame me for calling you old!

"With your current strength, I can afford to say to you. But since you don't want to..." Wu Ding did not mess with him more, and nodded: "Then call me Xiao Tang, it sounds more kind."

Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang...Okay, it's better to call you nice. And this is your Excellency that the Sword God personally admits. How proud you will be to say it out...

I touched my nose and complained. But since this title was proposed by Tang En himself, I had to respond now: "Well, if you have any doubts, just ask me..." I paused, my eyes turned, "I will say anything I can say."

Wu Ding smiled, but had no objection to Tang En's reserved attitude, and asked, "What you practiced...is Dou Qi?"

I caught... Tang En's heart was shocked when he heard this and almost jumped up on the spot. Of course, what he practiced was not fighting spirit, but blood energy. But blood energy was related to the killer system and was his biggest secret. Could it be that Wu Ding saw this?

Although a sudden turmoil in his heart, Tang En still looked calm on the surface, and then turned into an inexplicable look of doubt... After calming down, Tang En still didn't believe that Wu Ding could see his secret, so he asked blankly: "Of course, what's wrong?"

After getting the answer, Wu Ding had no special expression and shook his head slightly: "Nothing...it's just that I can't see your level of cultivation."

I suddenly realized that Tang En knew what the problem was. The fighting spirit in another world was domineering and it was difficult to hide it. So in the eyes of high-level warriors, the strength level of low-level warriors was almost obvious. But Tang En was different. He cultivated blood and energy, so even if Wu Ding had the realm of a martial saint, he could not see his strength level.

"Oh, maybe it's because of the assassin profession. I have a little experience in hiding strength." He waved his hand. Tang En casually brought this question, then his mind turned around and immediately changed the topic, "By the way, you are not the first person to have doubts about my strength and realm... Well, I have been to the Northern Wilderness, and in the Imperial City Library Pavilion, I met an old man named Bamutu. He also had this doubt, and therefore almost mistakenly thought me for your old disciple, haha..."

Wu Ding raised his eyebrows: "Bamutu? Have you seen him?"

"Yes, he said you are always good at condensing hidden fighting spirit." Tang En breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that under the old butler's poisonous tongue, his ability to change the topic was already superb. However...

Wu Ding nodded, looking at Tang En with a complicated look: "It seems that you really know the existence of the nodes in your body."

"Well..." Tang En blinked, his expression still calmed down in habit, but his heart was very puzzled. The node? What is that? Is it related to the topic of our chat... Forget it, don't worry, since he has found a reason for me, that's great...

Wu Ding really found a reason for Tang En. You must know that the reason why he didn't care so much about not being able to accurately see Tang En's strength level was because he already had a preconceived answer in his heart - Tang En, like himself, knew that the nodes in his body could store hidden fighting spirit, so he couldn't tell that the strength level was normal.

Later, Tang En's unsurprising expression and the words of saying that he and Wu Ding were both good at hiding fighting spirit, undoubtedly made Wu Ding even more convinced of this judgment!

But in fact, Tang En is really just pretending and changing the topic...

...

Thinking that he had confirmed something, Wu Ding picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea. When he put it down, the complex meaning in his eyes became calm. Then he raised his hand and pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper from his sleeve, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

He looked up and asked calmly: "Is this what you have developed?"

Tang En subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at him, and his eyes suddenly condensed. He was very familiar with the chaotic lines on the paper that were as chaotic as ghost paintings, because this was the Dou Qi circulation channel he drew with his own hands, but somehow it reached the hands of the sword god...

But after thinking about it, Tang En felt relieved again. With the energy of the Sword God, as long as he noticed the chaos in the north and found out the root of the warrior's madness, it would be a breeze.

"Oh, this..." At this point, the words suddenly paused. The pause was very short, not even a second, and there was no sense of incongruity. Because Don En was reaching out to hold up the teacup beside him and sent it to his mouth.

Of course, this is not because of sudden thirst. Somehow, just now, the alarm bell in Tang En's heart suddenly vibrated slightly, and he felt a hint of murderous intent... There were only two people in the side hall, so the source of this murderous intent was naturally Wu Ding with a calm expression!

It should be said that the murderous intent is very weak, very light, and almost impossible to detect. It seems that just a little movement of mind. If another person is sitting here, even if his strength is equal to Woody, it is absolutely impossible to detect it. But Tang En is different. Under the training of the killer system and the old housekeeper, as long as the murderous intent is targeted at him, even if it is a slightest, he can be keenly perceived. What's more, Tang En was already in a state of extreme vigilance at this time...

But...the lips touched the edge of the teacup, and Tang En nodded at Wu Ding. Why did Wu Ding suddenly have a murderous intent toward him? There is something wrong with the question - what did you study it?

Yes, no...is there any difference?

The best tea brewed and rotated in Tang En's mouth, losing its original fragrance and becoming extremely bitter. His mind turned... Tang En naturally put down the teacup and shook his head: "No."

The Sword God is not an ordinary person. When he is already in a murderous mind, any answer is actually just a change of direction and a cocoon. However, between right and wrong, the risk of not being is naturally smaller.

Of course. It’s just relatively small. In fact, this is still an absolute sentence to determine life and death!

After the words came, Tang En calmly met Wu Ding's gaze, put it under the table without any trace in his left hand, the dagger in his sleeve trembled slightly, and he was ready to wait.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly solidify at this moment, suffocating and cold. Wu Ding narrowed his turbid old eyes. He did not let go of any subtle expression on Tang En's face. After a few breaths, he said without objection: "Oh?"

Tang En pretended not to see it and said to himself: "This was given to me by a painter friend before his death."

"Painter?" Wu Ding was surprised to hear this. You must know that he had already inquired about the various information about the passage in his body when he came. If Tang En answered the news circulating on the market, that was, it was leaked from the Shanhaicheng Auction, Wu Ding would definitely not believe it. Because his old friend spent more than a hundred years to search through all the classics of ancient and modern times in order to study this thing. If there were such secret books on the mind, he would not have known it...

"Yes, a down-and-out painter." Without realizing any fluctuations in murderous intent, Tang En couldn't help but calm down, and then told the story of the ghost face...

There is nothing to hide. Tang En couldn't take this matter on himself. He still understood the principle of guilt for possessing a treasure. So he could only push it to Ghost Face. And this is not entirely lies. The Dou Qi circulation channel was discovered first by Ghost Face, and Tang En just took this opportunity to complete the follow-up work. Moreover, Ghost Face is dead. Dead people naturally cannot testify, so Tang En is very at ease...

After a while, Tang En roughly retelled the content of the Ghost-face Diary. "So that's it..." Wu Ding took the lead in retracting his gaze, regret, regret, and pleasure... All kinds of complex emotions flashed from his face, and he nodded and sighed: "Yes, Xiao Tang, you are still young, even if you are really a genius, you will never be able to touch this field... I am too concerned."

It’s not that Wu Ding didn’t have the scheming and believed Tang En’s words so easily. It’s that it can’t be concealed at all. Lai Yancheng, Ghost Face Identity, Diary, etc., these location details can be easily verified, and there is no possibility of lying at all.

However, Tang En curled his lips without a trace when he heard this. He despised me. Will you tell me if you have a complete set of Dou Qi circulation channels?

Wu Ding naturally didn't know what Tang En was thinking, and looked a little emotional: "What a pity... I believe you also know the significance of these internal circulation channels for Douqi martial arts. If someone really can fully grasp the rules, it will definitely have a transformative impact on the martial arts in this world. At that time, I think the realm of the Martial Saint is no longer at the peak of martial arts, and magicians can no longer suppress warriors of the same level..."

He paused for a moment and shook his head slightly, "But that's fine. If you really start studying this Dou Qi circulation channel, I can only choose to kill you now."

Damn! Sure enough... Tang En's heart was shaking when he heard this, and his back was soaked in cold sweat and was throbbing. Of course, he still looked shocked and surprised on the surface: "Uh... why?"

Woodin was open-minded: "Because it's too dangerous! You should know that although this internal circulation channel has extremely attractive prospects, it is just an empty dream at the moment. This is not a path that a generation can find in a few generations. You are just taking out some semi-finished products, which can make countless warriors crazy in this short period of time. But who knows that they will not lose their minds like the down-and-out painter and eventually die for no reason?"

This is the problem. In Woodin, who cares about Bran, the circulation channel of Dou Qi in Tangen's hand is a thing of change and a source of troubled times.

The key to this is because this channel is incomplete, it is just a semi-finished product with unknown dangers. And Tang En could not tell the news that he had mastered the complete channel. In fact, there are indeed problems with the channels for martial artists outside now. As long as Tang En is willing, he can instantly create countless madmen in the world...

This is an irreconcilable problem and must face certain choices.

"I understand." Tang En nodded, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and looked at Wuding calmly, "What you mean by old age..."

"You can choose any martial arts and mental techniques in our sect at will. But... you must hand over all the fighting spirit channels in your hands." Wu Ding's tone was also calm, calm and decisive, and unwavering!

Tang En was silent after hearing this, for a while, and looked up: "What if I don't hand over?"
Chapter completed!