Goethe smiled, and his ears seemed to be reverberating with the chant of "Shooting the white deer in the snow, and the laughing book hero relying on the blue mandarin duck", which was both the wild ball boxing of Xiao Xiami and the drunken stick of the late Ming Dynasty in the East.
besides……
The longing that lingers in my heart.
Fairy tales for adults are also fairy tales.
This is where dreams begin.
There, everyone is like a chosen one, full of courage, studying hard, gaining friendship, having love, bathing in the light with an honest attitude, never giving up hope, and still maintaining innocence.
heart.
There are generous and tragic people of Yan and Zhao.
There is the wanton romance of Shili Hongzhuang.
There are heroic heroes who bring their own speakers as soon as they appear.
There are swordsmen there who have unsheathed their swords and conquered all the martial arts in the world.
There are also chivalrous people there who are playful and mischievous and are most unlike chivalrous people.
Too many.
Goethe sat there just thinking, and a trance appeared in front of his eyes.
After a moment, he smiled.
"Maybe I like it."
He said softly, returning to his 'hometown' again, back to the days when he would lie in bed and read a book on a holiday afternoon.
"like?"
"Unique quirks."
Zotte was puzzled, but did not ask further questions.
Who doesn’t have a special hobby?
It's not something outrageous.
Yes, then yes.
"Let's go fishing together after this? I picked up paper shells and bottles for three months, and finally saved enough money for fishing rods."
Zotte suggested.
"You first try the C22H30N6O4S I told you. If it still doesn't work, then I will accompany you fishing."
Goethe suggested sincerely.
Zotte rolled his eyes.
He could hear the teasing in Goethe's words.
After that, Zoot didn't speak. He sat on the stool, leaned against the table, closed his eyes slightly, and took a quiet nap - he didn't take a break for the whole afternoon, he was busy all the time.
He needs to prepare something.
Just in case.
Therefore, these things cannot be known to others.
And this is something that consumes both mind and body.
Of course, it also costs money.
He, Zot, has no money.
Therefore, he did not intend to give money.
And this again increases the difficulty.
Alas, life is not easy, Zotte sighed.
However, when Zhao She came back with the food box, Zotte's eyes gleamed.
The rich ginseng aroma made the chairman of the safety committee of the "Unlimited Fighting Competition" in Luteng City sit up straight.
“Fish maw, ginseng and native chicken porridge!”
Zoot blurted out.
"Yes, Mr. Zoot, there are also black bean chicken feet, pork ribs, boiled cabbage hearts, stir-fried yellow beef, fried clams with scallion oil, dry-fried beef river, pot stickers and shrimp dumplings."
Zhao She said this while taking food out of the food box.
Unlike Guangfu Tea House, which specializes in dim sum.
This restaurant is better at cooking.
Especially the fried clams with scallion oil made Goethe's eyes shine.
The high fire of scallion oil gets rid of the fishy smell of the clams, but retains the umami taste to the maximum extent, especially the oil condensed on the clams with their mouths open, which is very tempting.
When it enters the mouth, it lacks the excitement of stir-fried and spicy food.
Goethe couldn't help but take two more bites.
Zotte is particularly fond of pot stickers. The pot stickers are stuffed with leek and egg. The pot stickers are crispy on the outside and salty in the filling. The crunching sound in your mouth whets your appetite.
The female swordsman stood next to Goethe and served Goethe porridge.
In the dusk of the evening, the cold face of the female swordsman showed a trace of blush. The hand holding the knife was already slender and strong, but at this time, it was even more steady. She asked softly: "Is the porridge warm?"
"Um."
Goethe nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.
Zotte on the side was chirping.
The chairman of the safety committee of Luteng City's "Unlimited Fighting Competition" suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant.
I feel even more homesick.
Although the rice cooked by his wife does not taste good, the rice is often half-cooked, and the sugar and salt cannot be distinguished, he still wants to go home and eat.
Zotte stood up.
"I'm going home."
Saying these words, Zot turned around and left.
However, after taking only two steps, he turned to ask Zhao She.
"Does Butler Zhao have any extra food?"
A sheepish smile appeared on Zoot's face.
"Of course there is, I specially prepared several extra copies."
With the number of people in the boxing gym, Zhao She, as a housekeeper, of course has to take care of everything.
"I'll give it to you."
"No, no, I brought a plastic bag."
Zhao She picked up a food box with both hands and handed it over. Zote waved his hands repeatedly, skillfully took out five plastic bags from his pocket, packed the food one by one, thanked Zhao She, and then asked Goethe
Said: "There will be news tomorrow morning at the latest."
After saying that, Zotte hurried home.
The porridge won't taste good when it's cold.
Going home is faith.
Eating is faith.
Not eating the food cooked by his wife, but going back with delicious food and sharing it with his wife is just the survival instinct of a middle-aged man after the combination of faith and belief.
Nothing sad.
Not even funny.
At least Goethe expressed his admiration.
"What does Zoot's wife look like?"
The female swordsman said softly.
"The look of a lover."
Goethe replied softly, and then, without waiting for the female swordsman to react, he stared at the female swordsman with bright eyes and continued: "Like me, your appearance looks like stars, like the bright moon, and even better, like the sun in your heart.
"
The female swordsman's face turned even redder.
He raised his hand and gave Goethe a light blow, and then served Goethe a bowl of porridge.
Hei Hu, who was sitting at another table, watched this scene silently, with unspeakable envy in his heart. He took the porridge, carefully blew it to cool down, and then brought it to Lan Die's mouth.
"ah!"
Blue Die opened her mouth wide, allowing Black Tiger's spoon to enter her mouth smoothly.
At the same time, he grabbed a shrimp dumpling with his hand and handed it to Heihu.
Black Tiger couldn't help but laugh.
This was a situation he had never dared to imagine before.
It appears now.
Some are abrupt and some are unreal.
"Landie is like my goddess. Under normal circumstances, the goddess will never pay any attention to me. But if the goddess is stupid, she belongs to me... What if she gets better?"
The self-evident answer made Black Tiger frown.
Landie saw it, parted Heihu's brows with one hand, and handed the shrimp dumplings harder with the other.
"Eat, eat."
Landie said.
Black Tiger immediately opened his mouth and ate the shrimp dumplings.
"tasty."
Black Tiger said with a smile.
Lan Die immediately grabbed another shrimp dumpling.
Zhao She sat on one side and looked at this scene with a smile. He really liked the current situation.
Safe and not cold.
Mr. Wei was holding the porridge alone, scooping the spoon up and down. He looked at Heihu who felt happy but confused. He finally shook his head and chose to let Heihu make his own decision. This is how things in the world are, like a person knowing whether the water is cold or warm.
.
Others can never replace you.
Of course, when you meet some tough people who want to replace others?
Just slap him hard.
After drawing the forehand, draw the backhand.
My hands really hurt, so I took advantage of the situation and gave that bastard a kick.
Don't have any psychological burden.
People like this who persuade others to be kind without others suffering usually deserve a beating.
On rainy days, you have to stay away from him, lest God look down upon him and implicate yourself when he strikes him with lightning.
"Ahhh!"
"My food!"
"Why didn't you call me?!"
A moment later, a scream far louder than thunder rang out in the small courtyard. Qin Huan'er, who had changed her clothes and hugged a little yellow dog, appeared in the courtyard. She ignored the puppy in her arms and rushed towards the dining table.
"Miss Huan'er, this is reserved for you."
"And these are your guards."
Zhao She thoughtfully sent a food box.
Qin Huan'er immediately burst into laughter.
The six Qin family's black-clad soldiers cupped their hands and thanked him.
However, after seeing his young lady opening the food box and gobbling it down, her face was filled with sadness.
You won't get fatter, right?
If you continue to gain weight, your wife won’t blame you, right?
The six people felt uneasy, and the taste of the food became a little bland.
The plates were emptied one by one.
Zhao She started to clear the dishes, while Hei Hu and Qin Huan'er helped.
Mr. Wei began to show off his tea ceremony skills.
Lan Die'er hugged the little yellow dog and kept barking, and the little yellow dog started barking too. Immediately, Lan Die'er barked even more vigorously, as if the two parties were communicating.
"Sir, madam, please have some tea."
Mr. Wei handed two cups of tea to Goethe, the female swordsman.
After that, I poured tea for everyone else one by one.
Nothing much was said at all.
Mr. Wei is a smart man. He knows very well that at this time, he doesn't need to say anything at all.
You just need to do your best to maintain the current situation.
His dream will come true.
“Nice tea.”
"Goethe, do you mind if I ask for a cup of tea?"
There was a sound outside the boxing gym door.
The six black-clad soldiers of the Qin family looked at the people in front of them with vigilance.
Wooden black cliff.
People from the Security Committee Headquarters of the ‘Unlimited Fighting Tournament’.
Moreover, the first meeting between the two parties was not pleasant.
Mu Heiya saw the vigilance of the six black-clad soldiers of the Qin family, and immediately laughed and apologized. However, the six black-clad warriors did not relax their vigilance. On the contrary, they all put their hands on their weapons.
Especially——
"mind."
Goethe's voice came.
Clang! Clang!
The six black-clad armored men of the Qin family unsheathed their sabers, assembled in battle formation, raised their shields, and pointed their sword points directly at Muheiya.
Mu Heiya took a few steps back, and after widening the distance between the two parties, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He said again: "There are some misunderstandings between us. I am willing to make amends. There is one item in my collection that has been contaminated by martial arts."
Weapons made from the blood of the descendants of Lord Saint..."
"Come, come, have tea."
Before Mu Heiya could finish speaking, Goethe gave the corresponding invitation.
The bitter smile on Mu Heiya's face became even stronger.
After receiving Zotte's call, Muheiya immediately understood that Goethe had come prepared.
Goethe had been prepared from the moment he let him go despite discovering him in the morning.
What preparation?
Knock the bamboo pole!
No!
To be precise, the lion is preparing to open his mouth!
And, more importantly, no matter how big it is, the senior management of the headquarters will try their best to fill it up, because... the 'Book of Heaven' is really too important.
That's about 'shattering the void' and 'immortality'!
According to the description of the descendants of the ‘Martial Saint’.
The ‘Book of Heaven’ not only records the technique of ‘shattering the void’, but also records the ‘method of immortality’!
Of course, both require extremely high qualifications.
Especially the former, it is unique!
The latter is easier, you only need to choose one out of thousands!
This news is confirmed.
Because, not only the descendant of the 'Martial Saint' said this, the eldest son, second son, third son and youngest daughter of the 'Martial Saint' all left similar words.
As for how the top brass of the Safety Committee knew?
Naturally, quite a lot of means were used.
Not very clever.
It can even be said to be disgustingly inferior.
However, the news was confirmed.
Shatter the void, all the fighters want.
Immortality is what everyone wants.
Naturally, the ‘seniors’ of the Safety Committee are included. It can even be said that the ‘seniors’ of the Safety Committee are the ones who stirred up the ‘Book of Heaven’ – there is no airtight wall in the world.
When something grows abnormally, it always attracts the attention of others.
What's more, these things already have an extraordinary owner.
Naturally, more people joined in.
Just like Goethe looked for things stained with the blood of the descendants of the ‘Martial Saint’ before.
As Goethe's identity was exposed, he continued to grow stronger.
The prices of these things have also gone up.
The price of the initial inspection was 5 million to 10 million, but some time ago, it has reached the point where one small goal can be determined at a glance and two small goals can be touched.
Moreover, it will still rise!
Mu Heiya is confident, as Goethe's achievements spread.
This price will double again.
Of course, the incident that really exposed the secret of the ‘Book of Heaven’ was thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, in that battle with that group of people.
After the news about the 'Broken Void' and the 'Method of Immortality' recorded in the 'Book of Heaven' was finally learned by one of those people, it spread uncontrollably in a small area.
This made the 'seniors' of the Safety Committee extremely angry.
But not only did it not help, but it also made some big shots who were kept in the dark dissatisfied.
After that, many things happened.
Muheiya has experienced these things.
Something made him angry.
Some of them made him sad.
After experiencing too much, he made several wrong choices, and because of this, he was denied the opportunity to become a senior executive.
But Mu Heiya, it doesn't matter.
He chose the way he liked.
His heart is happy.
Reminiscing all these things, he walked up to Goethe, and at Goethe's smile, he picked up the tea cup.
Tea, warm.
Bitter but sweet aftertaste.
There was a slightly cool night breeze blowing by my ears.
Mu Heiya couldn't help but closed his eyes.
After a full two or three seconds, he sighed, opened his eyes, and looked at Goethe, who was still smiling.
"I thought about how we would meet again countless times, but I never thought it would be like this."
Mu Heiya said and sighed again.
Then, the member from the Security Committee headquarters continued to ask.
"Is everything part of your plan?"
"no."
"She was an accident and the luck of my life."
Goethe shook his head firmly and looked at the female swordsman.
Mu Heiya was stunned.
He didn't expect such an answer at all.
There is a feeling of punching cotton with full strength.
wrong!
Not cotton!
There is dog food hidden in the cotton!
The member from the safety committee headquarters took several deep breaths before adjusting his mentality.
Mu Heiya didn't go around in circles anymore and asked directly: "How many weapons stained with the blood of the descendants of the 'Martial Saint' do you want to exchange for the fourteen pages of the heavenly book?"
