Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Two - Roast Chicken and Wine

It was a flash of fire.

But it seems to be the light of the early morning when the night breaks in the landscape paintings painted by Song Zhixuan.

The sword-wielding man only felt a pain in his head, then passed out, and was carried by a bald young man like a chicken. The bald-headed youth looked suspiciously at the black-haired youth in front of him. Just now, he clearly felt an aura that he hated, but it suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that this person sent it out?

The bald-headed youth looked at the tattooed man in his hands suspiciously, and threw it out dozens of meters away like garbage. With his strength, this person would have to pass out for at least a day and a night before waking up.

He looked at the black-haired young man, and felt that even in such a place, he was braving chickens without fear. This kind of aura was very appealing to him. He strode over, and for some reason the black-haired youth who had prepared to kill disappeared without a trace after the bald-headed youth arrived, so carelessly let the bald-headed youth come to the side of the firewood.

"Brother, isn't it boring to eat meat alone? You produce meat and I produce wine, how about that?"

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Xiao Hu looked away from the firewood and the chicken, and fell on the shining bald head.

Those eyes as deep as ancient wells, under the vicissitudes of life, showed a hint of curiosity.

He traveled thousands of miles to come here, naturally not to kill people, nor to eat roast chicken.

What he cultivated is a secret technique of the corpse pattern esoteric, which is the method of deduction. Looking at the stars and moon to know the way of destiny, it is hard to imagine that the corpse pattern, which gives people a sense of trickery, has such a magnificent Dao way.

Perhaps it was because he was not in the realm, so he could only perceive, but could not fully spy on the secrets of heaven.

He only knew that under the extreme western desert thousands of miles away, there was his chance. So he came and saw this empty space where all the treasures had been removed, which was his chance. So he came again, he looked at it, but didn't see any clues.

So he was hungry, so he cooked turkey here.

Then, his chance came.

Xiao Hu imagined that it might be a magical weapon buried under the dust, or it might be an undiscovered inheritance of a unique skill.

But he never thought that he would be a living person.

And this person saved his life in just one encounter.

Although Xiao Hu has the ability to kill the famous tattooed person with one blow, the bald young man doesn't know it. This weird bald young man just saw it and saved it. He didn't even mention saving his life at all, he just offered to trade wine for meat.

This kind of relationship is very real.

Xiao Hu likes it very much.

With a sincere smile on his face, how could there be any haze?

"I'm very happy, I just hope that you have good wine in your hand, otherwise my roast chicken will be wasted."

When Xu Yan heard this, he felt that this person really was very kind to his character, and then he laughed arrogantly: "Wine is naturally good wine."

He waved his hand at will, but Xiao Hu's eyes flashed with surprise. With his status, as long as the treasures in the Heicheng Pagoda are fancy, they are readily available. He naturally saw that what Xu Yan was wearing on his wrist was the five-colored divine ring, an ancient space artifact, a legendary treasure that could hold one side of the world.

But Xu Yan didn't have any shyness, he put a jar of wine on the ground and patted the mud seal open.

For a while, this small room was filled with the aroma of meat and wine.

Xiao Hu took the wine jar handed over by Xu Yan, raised his head and drank.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing, and the 100-day drunkenness is very strong, but it is not uncomfortable. It is a kind of wine with a fragrant and mellow to the extreme, which makes people feel that hundreds of flavors fill the throat.

That unusual sense of fulfillment is really refreshing!

"Sure enough wine." Xiao Hu showed a look of surprise. Although he was a holy son, the food in the tower was too poor. How could he not be surprised and moved by drinking such a fine wine at the moment?

"But using Daughter Hong as the base wine? It's really a wonderful idea."

Xu Yan's eyes lit up: "Oh, he seems to be someone who understands wine." Xu Yan seemed to have met a bosom friend, and said without reservation the skill of brewing a hundred days of drunkenness. While the two were communicating, the roast chicken was thoroughly cooked and fragrant, and the tender chicken was paired with fine wine. This cold place didn't seem so uncomfortable.

As the two talked, their eyes were full of surprise.

Xu Yan is someone who has read through the volumes, especially when he realized that the volumes he had read had been stolen from the Yun Cong Book Pavilion in Yunfu, he knew even more about its rarity. But the black-haired young man in front of him obviously looks ordinary, but his words are always surprising.

Moreover, his knowledge is very broad, even if Xu Yan mentioned various volumes, he would refer to it. Even if there are some prose, travel notes, and drama in the collection, he takes the topic lightly. Of course, Xu Yan did not think that most of the people who appeared here were cultivators.

If you are a practitioner, you may fight.

But at this moment, the two of them have a tacit understanding and don't even mention a word, and they don't even talk about various cultivation ways. They just talk casually, eating meat and drinking, but they have a different flavor.

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In the Chibi corridor, a group of people held torches, illuminating the gloomy corridor brightly.

The two were in the middle, one holding a wide long knife in his hand, the other walking calmly behind his back.

These two are Xu Sheng and Li Kuang.

"Boss, this is it! This is the most sensitive place!" One of them shouted loudly.

Li Kuang looked at Xu Sheng calmly, but found that Xu Sheng was just staring blankly ahead.

There is a huge wall ahead, blocking the corridor. Either way, it looks like a dead end. But there is a stone painting on the wall of this dead end. If Xu Yan, Jin Qianji, Xiao Hu, or Mengshi were those who read through the volumes, they would definitely see it at a glance.

In the center of the painting is a group of fire-like flowers. The flowers are so radiant that they almost fill the entire painting, representing its holiness and supremacy. But if you look closely, you can find a figure behind the flower.

If a big hand can cover the sky and cover the earth, the **** and the thumb are pinched, as if holding this supreme fireworks between the fingers.

But in the lower right corner of the stone painting, it was dark, as if it had been swallowed up by years.

This is a well-known opera painting in the collection—【The Buddha bestows the fire on the world】.

This play was painted a thousand years ago, when Buddhism still existed in the world, and it was a story that stood in the Buddhist scriptures. Legend has it that when the world was first opened, there was no flame in the world, and human beings lived a life of drinking blood. Buddha sympathized with the world and gave a drop of blood to the world.

The drop of holy blood that fell from the heavens to the human world turned into flames, taught mankind how to use fire, and opened up the wisdom of the people.

Of course, this ancient myth has become a legend in today's generation, and it has also been transformed into a folk opera.

It is normal for such a stone painting to appear here.

But Xu Sheng was fascinated when he saw Shi Hua, but his heart was hot.

He has been planning and strategizing for decades, and he has gathered Li Kuang and others to this place where birds don't shit. Just for today. No one noticed that the ordinary stone bead in his palm was emitting black energy at the moment.

This black air resonated faintly with the shadow that gradually swallowed the corner of the stone painting.

That is the power he has always felt in the dark.

The power to defy the sky and change one's life.