A person whose each onion section is exactly two millimeters and each piece of minced garlic is eager to be cut into cubes must be cooking with a pious mentality that is close to artistic pursuit. Such a person should be dealing with words and eventually be classified as an artistic youth. The possibility is greater, but Mu Yuehai is the best at holding a sword and the second at holding a spatula. They are both unpopular with literature. Killing with a sword and cooking with a shovel, these two unpopular ones have a completely unrelated relationship with each other. Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but applaud Dong Fengren's vision in choosing his apprentice. The three-cup chicken tastes very good, except for the faint smell of burnt. When Xiang Yu raised this opinion, Mu Yuehai's eyes flashed with surprise: You can actually eat it. Although the heat is over, but I I thought most people wouldn't notice it at all. The fat man accepted the compliment very proudly: I am indeed not an ordinary person. Dong Fengnen, who was next to him, smiled and said nothing. The fat man and him looked at each other and each lowered his head to eat his food. One person hid the dilemma that Mu Yuehai was about to face without saying anything, and the other person hid his identity as one of the Eight Tribes. The two had a tacit understanding on this point. The Four Square Eight Immortals Table is a common dining table in Qingcheng, the imperial capital. Common people often use it to play an ancient game called Fighter Cards. One hundred and eight rectangular cards are engraved with three types of numbers, all from one to nine, and there are also some miscellaneous white numbers in the east, west, south, north, and spring, which are metaphors for the composition of the human world. Fatty had researched when he was bored in his previous life. This thing was called Mahjong in the ancient earth era, not the fierce general. However, the people of the empire were martial and strong, and the misinformation about the fierce general later overshadowed its original name. ¡°Imagine that when one party discovers that they want to cheat, they laugh loudly and slap the cards in their hands on the table with great enthusiasm, and shout ¡°Fuck!¡± It can even scare the child next door to urinate. It is indeed worthy of a fierce word. The Eight Immortals Table also has another name, the Meng Jiang Table. At the moment, the person sitting on the south side of the Mengjiang table has nothing to do with the word Meng. He just lowers his head to cook rice. From time to time, he will quickly pick up a piece of fragrant three-cup chicken and stuff it into his mouth without even leaving the bowl. It was the tea boy from before. Mu Yuehai also said that working in Fengrenju is actually extremely hard, and Mr. Dong helps people eliminate misfortunes and cure diseases without accepting any money. Naturally, there is no salary at all, so it is normal for assistants to be replaced diligently. This tea boy is the only handyman in the whole Fengren Juli. Just now he has been working in the kitchen in obscurity for Mu Yuehai, washing vegetables and washing rice. Now he is probably very hungry. When he eats, his food seems to be the same as on the table. All dishes are similar. Xiang Yu was just interested. He looked at the taciturn thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy and paid no attention to him. The only impression left was that he was pretty and pretty, especially his long and thin eyes. Characteristic. After dinner, Dong Fenren went to prepare the medicine. This was his regular job every day. He didn¡¯t need anyone¡¯s help and did it himself. As a result, the patients respected the medical sage even more. Preparing medicine required selecting ingredients, weighing, grinding, and boiling, which was the most laborious part. The medical sage insisted on doing it himself, and no one dared to do it. The young boy doing the chores began to clean up the mess on the table, still without saying a word. Mu Yuehai had obviously made up his mind. It could be seen from his expression that only by having an idea can he be calm in every big event. Therefore, the fat man's heart dropped. The remaining question was whether he should take this real person. What should we do about Mr. Dong, who is a member of the Eight Tribesmen? Since Dong Fenren has hinted his identity to him, it means that he still has something to say. Now it is his turn to be confused. Should he continue to wait until Dong Fenren has finished the things at hand, or should he leave a chance to make an appointment next time? In less than three days, there were only a few dozen standard hours before a big change occurred in Qingcheng, the imperial capital. Fatty suddenly felt that Mo Lewen's approach of not being afraid of you coming to cause trouble, but being afraid that you wouldn't come to cause trouble was too arrogant, and it really didn't follow common sense. Card. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It's like beating gongs and drums to tell the world Arrogant, I can only say that he is too arrogant, so confident that he is almost arrogant, he is just arrogant! The table, cups, plates and dishes were cleared and wiped clean. The young man did his work very neatly. After doing this, he went out again, and when he came in, he brought a tea tray with three cups of tea on it. Xiang Yu, who always had sharp eyes, pointed to the extra cup and said, "Since you also want to have a cup of tea, why not tell me your name first." But the young man just shook his head gently and glanced at Xiang Yu and Mu Yue. Hai glanced at it and said, "You didn't prepare it for me." The fat man was stunned. The young man's voice was deep and deep, which was completely inconsistent with his handsome appearance. The most important thing is, if you don't want to drink, why don't you bring three glasses? ?????????????????Mu Yue Haiqing coughed and knocked on the table. Xiang Yu looked up and saw that just when he was distracted and cussing, there was someone else outside the main entrance of Fengrenju. A face that was no stranger to him and Mu Yuehai came in from the door with a faint smile. "Iron Jin Terrace?!" Xiang Yu suddenly felt that he had fallen into a trap that had been designed long ago. Mo Lewen was not arrogant, but cheating. Whether it was knocking on the mountain to frighten the tiger, or luring the snake out of its hole, he finally achieved his goal. He followed himself and Mu Yuehai to Fengren Residence, which was hidden among thousands of apricot trees. Tiejintai was smiling, indicating that Melewen was very happy. He shrugged at the three people in the hall and said, "What's the matter? It seems I'm very unpopular. There's no need to get up to greet you. They're all acquaintances, so there's no need for this set of false etiquette." Who wants to greet you? Ah, the fat man gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind. It should have been thought that since Moclewen can master so many unknown secrets, it must be the eyes of the world, and he actually cares about Mu Yuehai, and then let Mu Yuehai bring himself to Dong Fengren. Mu Yuehai on the side had obviously thought of this relationship, frowning and remaining silent. After Mo Lewen walked in, he sat down unceremoniously at the Eight Immortals table. He took the extra cup of tea, took a sip and said, "Well, not bad, the Chief Secretary is still doing his job, although he is not the top royal. Specially made for Yuanshan Meijian, but it is also the best frozen oolong." Mu Yuehai said coldly, "Your Highness is here alone, does he have some difficult and complicated disease that Mr. Dong needs to check for?" "I haven't been able to check it. I have searched all the famous self-cultivation halls in Qingcheng and even Shixing to find out who your swordsmanship was from. I never thought that there was no one who met the qualifications. You were cured here and you learned it here. The sword, hahaha, it is indeed wonderful!" "If you are here just to flatter me, then I'm sorry, this disease cannot be cured." The fat man poked Mole Wen sharply and wished he could call Ye out immediately. The Di War Armor killed this guy, even if he stabbed a hole in the sky, he was willing to do so. Being plotted against others is the second most intolerable thing for fat people. The first one is tied, such as being robbed of a woman, being slapped in the face, unsuccessful plotting against others, etc But I usually do what I want to do. No, Melewen knew this very well. The more annoyed the fat man was, the happier he seemed to be. Being able to play with the only successor of the Night Fury in the palm of his hand, it seemed that it was not so difficult to accept that the Night Fury Armor did not fall into his hands. "Hey, I am the eldest prince of the empire after all. Although you two are not from the empire, you should give me some face on my territory." Mo Lewen didn't hide and tuck him in at all. He stepped on Yu when he came up. , Mu Yuehai, and Mu Yuehai both share the pain in their feet. Mu Yuehai was a little embarrassed, but Fatty suddenly regained his confidence. "This is your territory. If I hadn't let Lu Boyan make a move sixteen years ago, I wouldn't have had your turn to sit here. I don't know which remote galaxy you were in." The space station is guarding the upper layer of space! Having said that, cards cannot be played like this. As the saying goes, cards are like underpants and cannot be revealed casually. Since the other party does not know about your life experience, you should keep a low profile for now. "Don't forget, we all know your plan. If you offend me, a phone call can save the chicken and lose the rice." Mo Lewen laughed loudly, "Really? Defeat the Dragon Rider in the Buffalo Plains The Federation pilots of the division and the Rain Division fleet suddenly showed kindness and wanted to report that the eldest prince of the Empire had ulterior motives and tried to kill his father and seize power. Or is it that the eldest son of the Commander-in-Chief of the Federation Star Fleet is grateful for the Emperor's life-saving grace and is determined to personally eradicate evil within the royal family? "Glare?" He even made an inviting gesture, "I don't know if Fengrenju has an encrypted hotline that goes directly to the palace. It doesn't seem to exist. I'll remind the Secretary of State to install one tomorrow." Faced with such an arrogant provocation from his opponent, The fat man calmed down instead. Mo Lewen must not have come here just to use his words. Since he was afraid of the swordsmanship teacher behind the Qingcheng Sword Master, and he had guessed that Dong Fengren was the hidden sword master before he came, why did he dare to come alone? ? Exposing one's intentions in this way is no longer just arrogant and self-confident. Could it be that A guess came to Xiang Yu's mind, and his face suddenly darkened. Eight tribes! Mo Lewen had already guessed that Mu Yuehai's swordsmanship was derived from dragon fighting skills, so he deliberately planned to use himself to lure Mu Yuehai, and then use Mu Yuehai to find the high-level dragons behind him! In the morning, Fatty actually felt a little strange when he and Mu Yuehai were exchanging swords against each other at the stone table in the Sword Saint's Mansion without falling behind. I obviously don¡¯t have Louis Zero.With such a high attainment in swordsmanship, he was able to respond with exquisite instincts without falling behind. I originally thought it was due to the residual imprint of the old guy's "fighting spirit" left behind after being possessed by Ye Di's armor. Now everything The truth comes out. Since the Ye Di Armor is a derivative of the Night Fiend¡¯s fighting spirit, isn¡¯t the content in the Ye Di Armor the dragon¡¯s combat skills? What Mu Yuehai mastered after seven days of learning was not the specific sword moves at all, but the true meaning of the dragon clan's swordsmanship. Since Dong Fengnen and Ye Sha are both members of the Eight Tribes, they must have the secret of winding paths to reach the same destination Thinking of this, The fat man not only sighed secretly, but his scheming was still slightly slower than that of Melewen, who had lived for who knows how many years. If you are half a minute late, you will lose a move; if you make a mistake, the whole game will be lost. The fat man raised his eyes and looked directly at Mo Lewen, "So you have thought that there is actually a more amazing sword master hidden in the next stone star." Mo Lewen smiled and replied, "Thank you for doing this for me, that night I haven¡¯t broken my heart with you, it¡¯s really a good short-term investment.¡±