Fake Mechanic

A person whose every piece of onion is exactly two millimeters, and every piece of minced garlic can’t wait to cut into cubes, must be cooking with a pious mentality that is almost artistic pursuit. Such a person should deal with words and finally be characterized as an artistic youth The possibility is even greater, but Mu Yuehai is good at holding swords first, and second at holding spatulas, both of which are unpopular with literature.

Killing people with a sword and cooking with a shovel, these two unpopular people have an irrelevant relationship with each other. Thinking of this, the fat man can't help applauding Dong Fengren's vision of picking his apprentice.

Three cups of chicken tastes very good, except for a trace of burnt taste. When Xiang Yu made this point, Mu Yuehai's eyes flashed with surprise: You can actually taste it. Although the heat is over, I I thought most people wouldn't notice it at all.

The fat man accepted this compliment with awe: I am indeed not an ordinary person.

Dong Fengren next to him smiled without saying a word, the fat man and him looked at each other, and each lowered their heads to eat.

One kept silent about the dilemma Mu Yuehai was about to face, and the other kept silent about his shocking identity as one of the eight tribes. The two had a perfect understanding on this point.

The Square Eight Immortals Table is a common dining table in Qingcheng, the imperial capital, and the common people often use it to play an ancient game called Meng Jiang Pai.One hundred and eight rectangular cards are engraved with three types of numbers, all from one to nine, and there are some miscellaneous ones, east, west, north, south, white, and spring, summer, autumn and winter, alluding to the composition of the human world.

Fatty verified it when he was bored in his previous life. In the ancient earth era, this game was called mahjong, not mahjong, but the people of the empire were martial arts, and the folk customs were strong. The misinformation of mahjong later overshadowed its original name.

Just imagine that when one party finds out that they want to win a card, they will laugh out loud and slap the card in their hand on the table with pride, and shout "Hu!

The Eight Immortals Table also has another name, the Meng Jiang Table.

At the moment, the person sitting on the south side of Mengjiang's table has nothing to do with Mengzi. He just lowers his head to pick up the rice, and from time to time he nimbly picks up a piece of delicious Three Cup Chicken, stuffs it into his mouth without dropping the bowl, and chews.

It was the tea boy from before.

Mu Yuehai also said that Fengrenju's work is actually extremely hard, and Mr. Dong does not charge money to help people eliminate disasters and diseases. Naturally, there is no salary to speak of, and it is normal for assistants to be replaced frequently.

This tea-pouring boy is the only handyman in the entire Fengrenju. Just now, he has been helping Mu Yuehai in the kitchen washing vegetables and rice in the kitchen in obscurity. Now he is probably very hungry, and he seems to eat like the food on the table. All dishes have hatred.

Xiang Yu also just found it interesting, and after looking at him for a while, he didn't care about the taciturn thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The only impression he left was that he was pretty and good-looking, especially the slender and long Danfeng eyes, very There are characteristics.

After eating, Dong Fengren went to dispense the medicine. This was his regular job every day. He didn't need anyone's help, he did it himself.Because of this, the patients respected the medical sage even more. Dispensing the medicine requires selecting ingredients, weighing, grinding, and boiling, which is the hardest part. The medical sage insisted on doing it himself, and no one dared to do it.

The boy doing odd jobs started to clean up the mess on the table, but he still didn't say a word.

Mu Yuehai has obviously made a decision, and it can be seen from his expression that only when he has an idea can he be calm in every major event, so the big stone in Fatty's heart also fell to the ground, and the remaining question is that he should take this real What about Mr. Dong, whose identity is Babuzhong?

Since Dong Fengren hinted his identity to him, it means that he still has something to say, and now it's his turn to be entangled, continue to wait, wait until Dong Fengren is busy with the matter at hand, or leave a chance to make an appointment next time?

In less than three days, only a few dozen standard hours away from the big change in Qingcheng, the imperial capital, the fat man suddenly felt that Mo Lewen's practice of not being afraid of you to make trouble, but afraid of you not coming to make trouble was too arrogant, and it was really unreasonable. Card.

Shouldn't the killing of the king and seizing the throne be carried out in secret?

When it came to Mo Lewen, it turned into beating gongs and drums to announce to the world... Arrogant, I can only say that he is too arrogant, so confident that he is almost arrogant, that is arrogant!

The table, cups, plates, and dishes were cleaned up and wiped clean. The young man was very quick to do things. After finishing these things, he went out again. When he came in, he brought a tea tray with three cups of tea on it.

Xiang Yu Sulai pointed to the extra cup and said, "Since I want to have a cup of tea, why don't I tell you your name first."

The boy shook his head like a dumb man, glanced at Xiang Yu and Mu Yuehai, and said, "It's not for me."

The fat man was taken aback, the boy's voice was deep and deep, which did not match his handsome appearance at all. The most important thing is, if you don't want to drink, will you bring me three glasses?

Mu Yuehai at the side coughed and knocked on the table.

Xiang Yu looked up, just when he was distracted and slandered just now, there were more people outside the main entrance of Fengrenju.

A face that neither he nor Mu Yuehai was unfamiliar with came in from the door with a slight smile.

"Tie Jintai?!"

Xiang Yu suddenly felt that he had fallen into a trap that had been designed long ago. Mo Lewen was not arrogant, but deceitful.

Whether it was knocking the mountain to shake the tiger, or luring the snake out of the cave, his goal was achieved, and he followed himself and Mu Yuehai to Fengrenju, which was hidden among thousands of apricot trees.

Tie Jintai was smiling, expressing that Mo Lewen was very happy.

He shrugged his shoulders at the three people in the hall and said, "What's the matter, it looks like I'm very unwelcome, there's no need to stand up to greet them, since we're all acquaintances, so I can avoid this set of formalities."

Who the hell wants to welcome you, the fat man gritted his teeth, and cursed inwardly.

He should have thought that since Mo Lewen could grasp so many unknown secrets, he must have heard and seen all over the world. He actually went to Mu Yuehai without hesitation, and then let Mu Yuehai bring him to meet Dong Fengren.

Mu Yuehai on the side obviously also thought of this relationship, frowning and also remained silent.

After Mo Lewen walked in, he sat unceremoniously at the table of the Eight Immortals, took the extra cup of tea, picked it up, took a sip, and said, "Well, yes, the Secretary of State Affairs is still doing his job, although he is not the top royal family. It is specially made for Yuanshan eyebrows, but it is also the best frozen top oolong."

Mu Yuehai said coldly, "His Royal Highness came here alone, could it be that there are some intractable diseases for Mr. Dong to check?"

"I have never been able to find out who taught your swordsmanship. I have found out about the famous self-cultivation halls in Qingcheng and even Yishixing, and there are no eligible targets. I never imagined that when you were healed here back then, it would be That’s the sword I learned here, hahaha, it’s really wonderful!”

"You came here just to flatter me, so I'm sorry, there's no cure for this disease." The fat man poked Mo Lewen sharply, wishing he could immediately summon Ye Di's armor to destroy this guy, even if the sky It is also willing to poke a hole.

Being calculated by others is the second most unacceptable thing for fat people, and the first is tied, such as being robbed of a woman, being slapped in the face, calculating others unsuccessfully, etc...

But what you want to do is often impossible to do, Mo Lewen is also very aware of this, the more annoyed the fat man seems, the happier he is, he can play with the only successor of Ye Fu in the palm of his hand, it seems that the Ye Di armor did not fall into his hands It's not that hard to accept anymore.

"Hey, I am the eldest prince of the empire. Although you two are not from the empire, you should give me some face in my territory."

Mo Lewen didn't hide his roots, and stepped on the painful feet of both of them when he came up.

Mu Yuehai was a little embarrassed, but Fatty suddenly regained his confidence, your territory, if I hadn’t let Lu Boyan make a move 16 years ago, where would it have been your turn to sit in this remote galaxy? The space guards the space station!

Having said that, you can't play cards like this. As the saying goes, cards are like underpants, and you can't show them casually. Since the other party doesn't know about your life experience, you should keep a low profile first.

"Don't forget, we all know your plan. If you offend me, a phone call can make you lose nothing."

Mo Lewen laughed loudly, "Really? The federal pilot who defeated the Dragon Knights and the Rain Division Fleet in Bison Plain suddenly had a kind heart, and wanted to report the empire's prince with ulterior motives, trying to kill his father and seize power? The eldest son of the commander's family is grateful for the life-saving grace of the emperor, and is determined to eradicate the gangrene within the royal family with his own hands?"

As he spoke, he even made a gesture of invitation, "I don't know if Fengrenju has an encrypted hotline that goes directly to the palace. It doesn't seem to be. I will remind the Secretary of Civil Affairs to install an additional one tomorrow!"

Faced with such an arrogant provocation from his opponent, Fatty calmed down instead.

Mo Lewen must not have come here for the benefit of his tongue. Since he is afraid of the swordsmanship teacher behind the Qingcheng Sword Master, and he guessed that Dong Fengren is the hidden swordsman before coming, why did he dare to come alone? ?

Exposing one's intentions in this way is no longer just arrogance and self-confidence.

Is it...

A guess surfaced in Xiang Yu's mind, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Octopus!Mo Lewen had already guessed that Mu Yuehai's swordsmanship was born out of the dragon clan's combat skills, so he deliberately planned to use himself to lure Mu Yuehai, and then use Mu Yuehai to find the high-level dragon clan behind him!

In the morning at the stone table in the Juggernaut Mansion, Fatty actually felt a little strange when he joined Mu Yuehai's sword and did not lose the wind.

I obviously don't have such high swordsmanship attainments as Louis Zero, but I was able to respond delicately with my instincts and not fall behind. I thought it was due to the residual imprint left by the old guy's "fighting spirit" after Ye Di's armor possessed him , and now everything has come to light.

Since Ye Di's battle armor is a derivative form of Ye Fiend's fighting spirit, isn't the thing in Ye Di's battle armor the dragon clan's combat skills?

What Mu Yuehai mastered after seven days of learning was not specific sword moves at all, but the true meaning of the Dragon Clan's swordsmanship. Since Dong Fengren and Ye Sha belonged to the same eight tribes, there must be a mystery of the same path...

Thinking of this, Fatty not only secretly sighed, but his scheming was still a little slower than that of Mo Lewen, who had lived for countless years.

If you are half a minute late, you will lose a move; if you make a wrong move, the whole game will be lost.

The fat man raised his eyes and looked directly at Mo Lewen, "So you have already thought that Yishi Xing actually hides an even more remarkable sword master."

Mo Lewen replied with a smile, "Thank you for doing this for me. I didn't tear myself apart with you that night. It's really a good short-term investment."