In the tavern, because of the hot weather, not many people came to drink, so there were not many people here at the moment, so it seemed very quiet.
On the second floor of the tavern, by the window, the window is open, and there is a clear river under the window.
Rogge and a man in white were sitting opposite each other. On the table were two kilograms of beef, two plates of peanuts, a plate of roasted chicken. The chicken was a whole chicken, roasted shiny, a plate of elbows, a plate of hooves, and three more. Two green vegetables, all of which have a clear color, as if they had just been washed from the river.
Of course, how could the most important thing be missing from the table, which is of course wine. There must be wine, otherwise how can you be called drunk? How can you lie down if you are not drunk?
Wine is good wine. The name of the wine is Drunken Flower Dew. It is the best and most famous wine in this ten-mile place. From the name, you can also know the nature of this wine. First of all, it is definitely not a strong wine, it can only be fragrant and mellow. Fine wine.
The wine was put in white porcelain bottles and placed on the table, one for Roger and one for the man in white.
Roger first raised his head and took a sip. It was indeed a fine wine. When he drank it, he felt a fragrance overflowing in his throat, and it was like being drunk among flowers. There was wind and butterflies in the flowers.
Of course Rogge was not drunk. How could he be drunk at this point? He would have to drink at least ten bottles.
The man in white sat on the chair with his back straight and looked out the window. He didn't know what he was thinking about, or maybe he wasn't thinking about anything at all.
"Why?" Rogge suddenly said.
"What?" The man in white turned around and asked.
"Why did you save me in the **?" Rogge was still confused about this.
"I didn't save you. In fact, everything is under your control." The face of the man in white was still calm and calm, without a trace of ripples, but Rogge was slightly shocked.
Rogge paused for a moment, picked up the bottle and took another sip. The wine was still fragrant and sweet in his throat.
Rogge said no more.
But the man in white spoke again: "What do you want? The reason why you stay here is probably not just to get an official title, right?"
"Indeed, it's not. I do it for myself." Rogge simply told the truth, because Rogge expected that his thoughts might not be hidden from him. He was far better than he looked, and he had a talent for guessing people's thoughts.
After a pause, Rogge said: "If you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you."
"My ambition is not in the court? I must have my ambition in the world."
Rogge was shocked. The man in white had the first clue. Rogge couldn't help but admire him.
"How can we dare to covet the world? Even if we have the intention, we may not have the strength, but it's not a bad idea to try hard." Rogge said quietly.
"I saw it right."
"Did you read anything correctly?"
"No matter how far and unpredictable the road ahead is, you still go with your heart. This is great courage."
"Thank you for your compliment. I don't have the courage to do so. Sir, I think highly of you." Rogge said.
"What about you?" Rogge asked.
As both an apostle, Rogge did not believe that he was only willing to serve the court.
"Just take it as it comes, I don't want to see too many bloody heads." The man in white said.
"Then we are friends."
"Yes." The man in white said after taking a sip of wine.
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"Water Dragon Technique" is a kind of mental method, a superior and exquisite mental method. It is penetrated by oneself through meditation. As it is penetrated, it will be understood. While comprehending, it will be carried out through the whole body's energy channels, and then it will achieve the effect of washing the marrow and cutting off the hair.
There was a bright moon and stars outside the house, and there was a lamp inside the house. Under the lamp was a big wooden bucket, and the big wooden bucket was filled with a bucket full of clean water.
Roger sat naked in it, with the water flowing over his shoulders, his neck and head outside. His eyes were closed now, his face expressionless.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a dense needle falling to the ground.
The Water Dragon Jue is running around Rogge. It has been two hours since he was soaked in the barrel. The clear water in the barrel is now flowing slowly and swirling in the barrel. Rogge's skin was exuding cold ice, and the temperature in the nearby air suddenly dropped a lot.
Another hour passed, and the clear water turned faintly purple. Rogge's brows were covered with a layer of frost, and he frowned, as if he was making a final push.
Suddenly, Rogge's eyes widened in anger. Rogge stood up. The barrel exploded with a bang, and water splashed into the air. Looking at Rogge again, his whole body was wrapped with tiny threads of electricity, like lightning.
Before the water flow hit the ground, Rogge suddenly stretched out his arms and opened his arms.
"Come together!"
The splashing water suddenly merged into one place and turned into a long dragon.
flutter!
Silently, Rogge threw a converging stream of water onto the ground, and the water spread out on the ground.
But what is very strange is that at the moment when the barrel exploded, and until the final process, there was no sound in the room. The whole process was as quiet as a silent movie.
Because this is another of Rogge's skills, which can turn sound into intangible, and at the moment of explosion, it will wrap up the sound wave and prevent it from spreading.
In half a night, he improved the Water Dragon Technique to the third level, and Rogge was very satisfied.
¡° Then Rogge did a set of actions in the room while naked, and then fell asleep.
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Riding a horse galloping, it is said that Long Kui is still on the way to the Red Flame Empire. Long Kui's clothes are fluttering, and even her hair is swaying in the wind. The dragon deer is running like a cloud, and the earth is retreating at a rapid speed.
Tired from the rush, Takakui went straight to an open-air wine shop.
¡°Boss, here¡¯s a bowl of tea and some steamed buns.¡±
"Hey, it's coming!"
"My guest, please use it slowly."
The Jiaolu was resting in the bamboo forest not far away, but Takukui was now sitting down on a bench. Because of the hot weather, a little sweat appeared on Takakui's forehead. Takakui was now lifting up her sleeves and wiping them.
However, the guests at other tables were already stunned, and all of them couldn't help but look at Takukui's position with greedy eyes.
Taki Aoi wore a light green gauze with her hair in a bun, but the hair at the back was floating in the air. However, Takakui's face was exquisite and beautiful, and these tea guests had obviously never seen such a stunning appearance, so they couldn't help but look through her eyes, and all of them had salivating and despicable thoughts in their eyes.
"I'm sorry, where did this girl come from? She looks so charming and charming. Doesn't this make me commit a crime?"
"What a beautiful woman"
"I can not stand it any more."
"Then we might as well"
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"Well, very good, let's do it this way, I really can't stand it anymore, Mad."
Taki Kui didn¡¯t pay attention to the whispers of a few people not far away, and she didn¡¯t bother to look at them. She just drank her tea slowly and chewed her steamed buns.
After drinking tea and eating steamed buns, Takukui called the waiter, gave the money, then got up and walked towards the bamboo forest.