But the low and deep voice has not changed, but there is just a hint of hoarseness.
"Are you ready?"
Hearing such a question, Jason subconsciously wanted to reply, 'Yes, Captain'.
Then, he hummed unconsciously——
Who lives in the big pineapple in the deep sea~
Fortunately, I endured it.
After wiping his mouth and putting the empty iron pot aside, Jason stood up and nodded towards the bean buns.
Then, he and the ‘Big Dragon Head’ Cui Longwang walked out of the tavern.
Feng Feiyu looked at the two people leaving, picked up the bench and walked out of the tavern.
Didn't go far.
Right in front of the pub.
A long bench was placed horizontally, and he sat on the bench.
"Su Niang, please take the bean buns to the backyard to rest, and I'll bask in the sun."
While speaking relaxed words, Feng Feiyu tied up his sleeves and trousers.
‘Big Dragon Head’ Cui Longwang, Feng Feiyu has never seen him before.
I don’t know what the other party wants to do with Jason.
However, Feng Feiyu knew why Jason came to him.
Jason wanted him to protect Beanbag.
He won't refuse.
Because, Jason is one of his few friends.
A friend who can stand in front of him at the moment of life and death.
Such a friend entrusts you.
It means to entrust your wife and give your son.
He, Feng Feiyu, risked his life to be with me today.
Su Niang didn't say much, and walked towards the backyard with her bean bag.
Doubao frowned.
Obviously, Feng Feiyu and Su Niang misunderstood.
The owner of the museum did not come here to let them protect her. Instead, she came to protect Feng Feiyu.
Although the owner didn't say it explicitly, she could guess it.
One of the key points of the whole thing is Feng Feiyu himself.
She knows.
She didn't say.
Because the owner of the museum asked her to come, and all she had to do was take good care of him.
After taking the bean bag to her room in the backyard, Su Niang gave a few instructions, got up and left.
She went to the backyard kitchen and took out a jug of wine.
Place on charcoal fire to warm.
He raised his hand and cut another piece of elbow flower.
Taking the hot wine and the elbowflowers covering the plate, Su Niang walked to the door. She did not set a table, but just placed it on the side of the bench. She lowered her head and looked at the person she loved most in her life.
The man couldn't help but raise his hand to trim the other man's hair, and then patted the dust on his shoulders, which was all caused by work.
"Do you regret it?"
Su Niang said.
"What regrets? These days are the happiest days of my life."
Feng Feiyu smiled brightly, picked up the wine bottle, and drank heavily.
Seeing this scene, Su Niang subconsciously slapped Feng Feiyu on the back.
"Drink slowly.
Just this pot.
There will also be wine sellers at night.”
Su Niang is a bit nagging.
"I know, I know, I won't make any mistakes."
Feng Feiyu put on a smile.
The two-man swordfight had a somewhat sad atmosphere just now, but it suddenly disappeared.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Su Niang turned around and returned to the tavern. She did not go to the backyard. She just sat down at the counter. She raised her head and looked at the back of her man sitting on the bench at the door. When the sun shone down, the back was broad and strong.
And the crazy old man who was huddled in the corner, seemingly asleep, opened his eyes.
The eyes are clear.
Full of envy.
He thought of a long, long time ago.
If he had been braver and let go of everything, he wouldn't be like this, right?
It might be worse.
After all, her temper is not as gentle as that of the girl just now.
but,
I just can't forget her.
When I think of her, I feel happy.
I feel uncomfortable when I think of her.
When I think of her, I want to cry.
"The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city..."
The crazy old man chanted in a low voice.
He seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, to the pavilion next to the bamboo forest after the rain, and to the woman standing in the pavilion. She smiled sweetly, looked naughty, but was extremely smart.
She sang a Shudu tune.
Playing with the little black and white beast.
He fell in love at first sight.
Can,
After all, he has not crossed the threshold of the secular world. He has a family.
He couldn't let it go.
The longer time goes by, the more he can't let go.
His heart ached more and more.
It hurts!
Woohoo!
The crazy old man huddled in the corner and cried.
Feng Feiyu heard it, turned around and glanced, not paying attention.
The crazy old man has seen too much in the past two days.
I was wary at first.
Later, after trying several times, he confirmed that the other party was really crazy.
Not in disguise.
It's pitiful to say the least.
He asked the neighbors around him, but no one knew whose family this crazy old man belonged to, or whether he had any children. He didn't know if his family was worried.
Thinking of this, Feng Feiyu brought a plate of elbow flowers and rice wine to the crazy old man.
“It’s fate to get together.
Eat more, and when you're done, leave now.
Come back tomorrow.
Something's going to happen soon."
After Feng Feiyu finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the long stool.
It's not that I don't want to say a few more words.
But at the entrance of the alley, a group of people came.
There are hundreds of people.
They appeared densely at the entrance of the alley.
No one spoke.
Just stared at Feng Feiyu.
Feng Feiyu smiled.
"Everyone has come so early. The shop is not open yet. Please come back later."
The former purple-clad boss now really greets people like a waiter in a shop.
But he sat on the bench and didn't move.
He also raised his hand and struck forward with his palm.
Bang!
Ten meters away, on the compacted loess ground, a palm print one centimeter deep appeared.
Traces of blood emerged from the palm prints.
After a while, it overflowed the entire palm print.
This palm print turned into a bloody hand print.
"After all these years, are you still doing this?"
Feng Feiyu asked with a smile.
And hundreds of men in black had long swords unsheathed at their waists——
"kill!"
They all shouted in unison, and the blades in their hands flashed with cold light.
Hundreds of people charged.
The smile on Feng Feiyu's face faded.
The rest is just cold.
He kept waving and hitting with his hands.
One after another, the palm power of splitting the air was activated through the air.
Bang bang bang!
Muffled sound.
The sound of broken bones.
Screams.
In an instant, something broke out in this alley. The lady at the counter turned slightly pale, and her hands were trembling a little, but she still forced herself to be calm as she calculated and recorded the accounts.
He even said it in his mouth.
"Master, don't break the furniture."
The voice had a vibrato.
However, it's quite clear.
Su Niang is supporting Feng Feiyu in her own way.
And Feng Feiyu?
"Okay."
With a reply, the strength of the splitting palm became more intensive.
It can be said to be airtight.
There were hundreds of people, but no one could enter ten meters in front of the tavern.
Just like mowing grass.
They all flew out and fell to the ground.
It was more orderly than the chorus of shouts before.
call.
Feng Feiyu let out a breath.
His breathing was a little rapid.
The Feng family's 'Splitting Air Palm' has a silent palm wind but strong palm power. After stimulating Qi and blood with special techniques, it can invisibly hurt people from three feet away.
However, it consumes a lot of money.
Ordinary Feng family disciples, even if they have gathered their 'qi and blood', can only hit three palms at most before they have to rest, and the palm wind cannot reach more than one foot.
Feng Feiyu, on the other hand, is extremely gifted. Her natural vitality and blood are much stronger than ordinary people, and her recovery ability is astonishing.
Others overextend their bodies, which can lead to serious illness at the least, or irreversible damage at the worst.
But Feng Feiyu is different.
He just lay there and took a nap.
Moreover, as he becomes stronger and stronger, his energy and blood become richer, and his recovery power becomes even more amazing.
Even if you lose strength, you can recover as long as you rest for a moment or three.
Just like the hundreds of air-splitting palms just now.
Even the contemporary head of the Feng family cannot do it.
Although the opponent is also a master of 'reshaping' the bone marrow, he will have to rest after at most fifty palms, and it is impossible for a palm to hit three feet away.
"Mr. Feng is worthy of being the number one member of the 'Feng Family'!"
Sighs sounded.
A young monk appeared outside the alley.
His eyes are like stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is as bright as a girl's, his expression is gentle, and his style is unrestrained, but it is unmatched by any woman in the world, especially the moon-white monk's robe, which makes him look spotless.
It's like clouds falling from the sky.
Not like ordinary people.
Especially when you look at him, the gentleness in his eyes can melt away all the fights in the world.
It can also melt the coldest heart in the world.
But when it is a woman's heart, all that is left is sinking.
If you sink into it, you cannot extricate yourself.
It's temptation.
Also willingly.
However, Feng Feiyu is not a woman.
He is a man.
Moreover, he is also a head catcher.
Although it is in the past tense, his former identity will not change.
Therefore, when she saw this monk, Feng Feiyu took action directly.
He recognized the other person.
Woo!
The force of the palm splits the air and roars out.
No longer silent.
There seems to be no skills.
But the power has increased exponentially.
Feng Feiyu took action with all his strength.
But the monk could not dodge such an extremely powerful air-splitting palm.
Just standing like this.
I got hit hard.
Bang!
The moon-white monk's robes trembled slightly.
Then, it was gone.
There are not many people in the world who can take on the power of Feng Feiyu's air-splitting palm.
There were less than thirty people in total.
And there are even fewer people who can take on Feng Feiyu's all-powerful air-splitting palm.
There are less than twenty people left.
However, there are only nine people in the entire world who can use their bodies to catch Feng Feiyu's full force of his air-splitting palm.
Those nine people are recognized as the nine masters in the world.
Coincidentally, there was a monk among the nine people.
‘Happy Buddha’.
A monk whose name makes people frown, despise, and fear him.
He is also a spotless and pure monk.
In fact, when this monk appeared, no one would believe that this monk was the "Happy Buddha".
Many people even think that it is a mistake.
This monk was misunderstood.
But, the fact is the fact.
This monk is the ‘Happy Buddha’.
He was the "Happy Buddha" who liked to harvest yin and replenish yang, defiled the chastity of thousands of women, slaughtered all the relatives of those women, made women cry bitterly, and made others beg for mercy, but he was so cold-blooded and ruthless.
Different from ordinary flower pickers.
The ‘Happy Buddha’ comes directly to the door.
He doesn't care where he is.
He just wants what he wants.
He would even do it deliberately.
Because, the more you curse, the more you cry, the more you beg for mercy.
The happier the monk will be.
He becomes even more merciless.
Feng Feiyu, who had looked through the files, was very aware of this monk's habits.
Therefore, after a slap, he stood up.
He blocked the tavern door with a bench.
He even closed the door smoothly.
"Is the little monk so scary?"
'Happy Buddha' asked curiously.
When I said the first word, "Happy Buddha" was still at the entrance of the alley.
When the last word was spoken, the 'Happy Buddha' had already appeared ten meters behind Feng Feiyu, next to the bloody handprint. The monk looked down at the bloody handprint and chanted the Buddha's name.
Then, as if no one else was watching, he recited the scripture, the corpse of the one who was saved underground.
Also the corpse at the feet of the one who was saved.
Of course, he also paid tribute to Feng Feiyu in front of him.
Feng Feiyu is not dead yet.
But from the monk's point of view, there is no difference between death and death.
…
Jason followed the 'Big Dragon Head' Cui Longwang and got into a carriage waiting at the entrance of the alley.
The carriage is four-wheeled.
Spacious and comfortable.
Even if you lie down in it, it is more than enough.
What surprised Jason the most was that there was a lot of food in the carriage.
Although it is mainly fruit, there is also some braised flavor.
Of course, the most popular thing is wine.
Pots of fine wine were knocked into silver flagons, and they were all placed on the table.
The wine didn't come out at all.
Not only the car itself is also made by dozens of skilled craftsmen.
It's also because the two horses pulling the cart are the best horses that can travel a thousand miles.
It's also because the driver is the best driver near Beidu.
Therefore, the car is very stable.
It's so stable that people sitting in the car won't feel any bumps at all.
Jason checked the fruit and marinated it.
After finding nothing unusual, I just started eating.
'Big Dragon Head' King Cui Long saw this scene, admiration appeared in his eyes.
He knew Jason should know what he was going to face soon.
But he still ate and drank so calmly.
Unless you are a really gluttonous person.
Otherwise it's impossible.
And is Jason greedy?
Not greedy.
‘Big Dragon Head’ Cui Longwang is very sure.
It's like he was forced to wear a mask.
He believed that Jason was forced to wear such a mask.
And now?
Still just maintaining the appearance of wearing a mask.
But he was so calm, with joy in his eyes.
It's so similar.
He actually fit into the character completely!
Just like me!
No!
Much stronger than me.
At least, now I have begun to recall my previous identity.
Remembering that kind of thing.
It's as if it's within reach.
But it’s also dreamy and unreal.
Not the ‘Big Dragon Head’ Cui Longwang.
Although he is the ‘Big Dragon Head’ Cui Longwang.
Although he is pretending to be a 'celestial demon' at the moment, disguised as the 'big dragon head' Cui Longwang.
Although in a sense, he is really the 'Big Dragon Head' Cui Longwang.
But before the ‘big dragon head’ Cui Longwang.
He still has an identity.
That is his true identity.
Involuntarily, he raised his hand and placed it in the hidden compartment beside him.
The secret space is not big.
Long shape.
Hidden in the carriage.
When the hand of the 'Big Dragon Head' Cui Longwang came closer, Jason was keenly aware of a sharp aura contained in it.
