Indeed, with Tang Long's current strength, even if he was a genius, he would not be able to come into contact with things of this level.
Because, if he was involved in something of this level, he was not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
But Hei Lao took Tang Long to die? This argument also makes no sense.
Hei Lao needs to use such troublesome means to get Tang Long? This is funnier than a joke.
Therefore, Hei Lao's behavior is a bit confusing.
But now, there is no use in guessing. After all, Tang Long was saved by Hei Lao, and it was acquiescence for him to follow Hei Lao.
Jian Fei and No. 1 couldn't come up with a result from their discussion, and no matter what era it was, life would always go on.
Where to go next? Well, let’s go to Steel Blood City first! When winter arrives, it’s time to go to Zhengjing City.
This time the road to the God of War won’t be easy, right? Jian Fei felt that he should also stretch his muscles.
Yes, he is also going to participate in the Road to God of War.
I just don’t know, will the nine city lords return by then
**
Dark Harbor, Island District.
The real island area does not only refer to the big island of Dark Island, but also includes many small islands around Dark Island.
In the island area, people with average abilities live in single-family houses on the big island.
Those with great ability can own an island alone.
Butterfly Wing Island is a small island belonging to the Dark Island. As its name suggests, the shape of this small island is like a butterfly wing, and it looks like it is spreading its wings and is about to fly.
Dieyi Island is very beautiful. It has two relatively short mountains facing each other. The mountains are rich in vegetation and extend to the seaside.
The coastline is not short. What is rare is that most of the coastline is composed of fine sand.
In pre-civilization terms, this was definitely a niche but top tourist attraction.
But this is the Ziyue era, and it belongs to Hei Lao's island.
Hei Lao's home is on the left wing of the two hills on the island, occupying an entire hill.
The main body of the building is made of a special type of large seashell, but the main building is a large ship made of wood.
From a distance, Hei Lao's home looks like a big ship surrounded by a pile of shells.
Hei Lao was sitting on the bow of the huge ship building. Next to him was the servant who had been with him for almost thirty years, a fat cook who looked very strong.
Hei Lao was sitting here basking in the sun, and the cook was sitting beside him, peeling a very delicious but extremely hard fish.
She sliced it very carefully. Every fish fillet she sliced out of her hands was evenly oval-shaped, and every slice she picked up was so thin that the sun could penetrate it.
Because of its thickness, this kind of fish is effortless to chew. If you don't want to chew it, just put it in your mouth and sip it slowly, and it will have a sweet and salty taste.
Perfect to accompany wine.
However, peeling this kind of fish requires hard work. Without enough strength, you can't even think of peeling a trace of meat from the fish. If you peel it randomly, the texture of the fish itself will be destroyed, and the taste will be much worse.
Nature has always been magical, even a piece of fish hides mysteries.
Hei Lao likes to hold this fish fillet in his mouth and drink two glasses of it.
This would remind him of the most embarrassing years of his youth, when he had no money to buy food and drinks, so he would just take a pickled sea red grass, drink a glass, and take two sips of sea red grass, which can be regarded as accompaniment with wine. .
Time really flies by.
In the blink of an eye, the Ziyue Era has established a new order and created a civilization that is completely different from the previous civilization.
He is about to leave, will this era be turbulent again? Who knows? When an emperor appears in this world, there will inevitably be turmoil.
But where is the emperor? Maybe playing in the mud somewhere unknown? Or maybe he is Tang Ling
At this time, the fat cook had cut another plate of fish fillets and placed it next to Hei Lao.
After processing the fish fillet, she was ready to quickly process the black-grained silver shell in her hand next to Hei Lao.
Many people will pronounce the word "qiao" as "ke" (ke), but the fat cook is very particular about people. How could she pronounce the name of such a precious ingredient wrong? I feel like the dishes produced by mispronounced ingredients are disrespectful to the owner.
Thinking of this, the fat cook felt a little proud, and her hands moved even faster.
The most important thing in cooking the black-grained silver shell is that it is fresh. It is best to be alive when it is thrown into the boiling water.
Otherwise, its meat will emit an unpleasant fishy smell.
However, there is a black thread in the meat of the black-grained silver shell. If it is not cleaned before eating, its meat will be filled with a bitter taste, but if it is pulled out, it will basically die immediately.
Therefore, only experienced chefs can handle the black grained silver shell!
How to deal with it? What matters is the word "quick"! Use the fastest speed to pry open the shell, then use the fastest and most delicate technique to grab one end of the black wire, pull it out like lightning, and take advantage of the black patterned silver shell before it shrinks for the last time before it dies. Immediately throw into boiling hot water.
This kind of black-grained silver shell has neither fishy smell nor bitter taste.
As long as the tender meat is cooked in boiling water, fished out, and a handful of purple green onions with the best taste in the Ziyue era are sprinkled on it, it will be a supreme delicacy.
The fat cook was extra attentive, because the old master didn't hide anything from her, including the fact that he was leaving the Port of Darkness for a short period of time, and he didn't know if he would be able to come back smoothly
The second half of the sentence was automatically ignored by the fat cook. The old master was leaving. Before leaving, she would definitely try her best to make all the old master's favorite drinks and dishes. The rest she just had to wait for.
She firmly believed that it was just like before, waiting for the old master to return one day, and then said to her: "It's up to you to make the wine and the side dishes to go with the wine."
A plate of black-grained silver shell exuding supreme deliciousness was processed.
The fat cook served it to Hei Lao, but she found that Hei Lao didn't seem to have any appetite. Unlike before, as soon as the black-grained silver shell was put on the table, he hurriedly twisted it and sucked it into his mouth without even touching the plate of fish fillets.
"Master, it's not to your liking?" The fat cook frowned, her features almost squeezing together.
"No, I want to treat people to drinks and food. You serve these two portions to Tang Long with a pot of coconut wine. Then, make another portion for me. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering. "Hei Lao smiled.
"But, he doesn't even eat." The fat cook shrugged her nose and said with some dissatisfaction.
She hated people who wasted food.
"It doesn't matter, just take it. Tell him that you have to leave tomorrow. You need to drink some wine and eat some food." Hei Lao said slowly.
"Then, isn't there still a few days left? Why did it become tomorrow?" The fat cook's eyes immediately turned red.
"Three days ago, I said there would be 7 days at most. However, I didn't say how many days would be the earliest we can set off. Now it's time to arrange the arrangements faster than expected, so let's set off as soon as possible." At this point, Mr. Hei stood up He took a sip of wine and said, "I hope I can go and come back early."
"Okay, go early and come back early. I'll bring the food and wine over here." The fat cook seemed to have received great comfort, and the tears in her red eyes slowly disappeared.
She brought the food and wine to Tang Long's room.
And Hei Lao drank one glass after another while enjoying the infinitely beautiful sunset in this dark port.
one hour later.
Hei Lao finished the fish fillets and black-grained silver shells that the fat cook had remade.
I also drank two small jars of my favorite coconut wine.
When his strength reaches his level, even if the fat cook makes 100 times more food, Hei Lao can still finish it.
Even if the wine becomes ten large jars, he can still drink it cleanly.
However, at his age, he also understands that some things are just right, and too much is never enough.
Therefore, I don’t know if this trip to the ancestral temple of mankind is considered an act of overdoing something that is too late.
Thinking about it, Mr. Hei had already walked to Tang Long's room.
This is a nice room in Hei Lao's huge house. When you open the window, you can see the entire dark island and the hull area high on the cliff.
See the beach where the waves are constantly washing, and the infinitely beautiful sunrise and sunset.
However, Tang Long's window was never opened, and he even drew the thick curtains.
Messy papers can be seen on the floor, on the table, and in any visible corner of this room.
The paper was written in Chinese characters. The words were clean, powerful and restrained. It felt like seeing the characters was like seeing the person Tang Long.
As for the Buddhist scriptures whose contents are from pre-civilizations, they are the original ones collected by Hei Lao.
At this time, Tang Long was sitting in the room, drinking all the wine and finishing the dishes.
"Are you willing to eat or drink?" Hei Lao walked to the window, opened the curtains, and kicked open the window.
The soft red light of the setting sun spilled into the room and onto Tang Long's handsome face, as if it had given him a layer of light.
Young people are still pretty good after all.
With such emotion, Hei Lao sat opposite Tang Long.
"Well, it tastes good." Tang Long raised his head, looked at Hei Lao, and showed a rare smile.
"Why are you suddenly willing to eat and drink?"
"Because I'm leaving tomorrow, I suddenly felt that I wanted to have a meal worth remembering before I die. I never cared about these tastes before." Tang Long raised his eyebrows and smiled again: "I stopped drinking wine. When I drank it later, I didn't care. I know what it feels like, and all I remember is my own sadness.”
"It's not like you have to die." Hei Lao shook his head.
"You didn't hide it from me. How likely is it to survive?" Tang Long was calm and calm.
"It seems that you have been copying Buddhist scriptures for a few days, and your mind has calmed down a lot." Hei Lao did not deny it, but just looked at the room full of papers.
"Maybe it's because of the Buddhist scriptures, or maybe I just want to be quiet." Tang Long turned his head and squinted at the sunset in the distance.
"We're leaving tomorrow. Is there anything else you want to do in this dark port?" Hei Lao's eyes suddenly became darker.
"Yes, I want to go out. Please, Mr. Hei, please send me to the deck area." Tang Long stood up.
"I'll tidy up and then set off." Seeing others neatly and cleanly was a habit that Tang Long couldn't change.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Hei Lao nodded and agreed.
(End of chapter)