Shami Shangde clasped his hands together, with a kind and gentle smile all over his face. The smiles on his entire face were almost piled together. He looked straight at Bu Fang, but his gaze was like a sharp sword light, sharp and dazzling.
Snake? Bu Fang was stunned, and then slowly twitched the corner of his mouth under the dazzling gaze of the novice monk.
"I know." Bu Fang replied indifferently, the expression on his face did not change at all.
He was still wondering why those snake men didn't come to him. It turned out that there was an accident on the road, but it's not surprising that an accident happened... Today's imperial capital is a place where wind and clouds gather. Gather a group of strong people.
Snake people are originally alien races. It is normal for accidents to happen when they step into human territory.
But what exactly does the monk want to express
Bu Fang looked at Shami Shangde with some doubts, "Then, do you need me to do anything?"
The novice was still happy when Bu Fang confirmed it, but Bu Fang's question made him stagnate, because he didn't know how to answer Bu Fang's question. It was the old fox Zhao Musheng who took the snake man away.
"If you really can't save them, then bring them here." Bu Fang glanced at his bald head, then turned and returned to the kitchen.
He had promised in the Illusory Spirit Ze that if the other party could come to his small shop, he would take action to treat them, but this did not mean that they had an accident on the way here, Bu Fang would go looking for them.
The novice patted his head and grinned, okay, this boss has personality! But he can't answer this question, so let Zhao Musheng have a headache.
The bald-headed novice sat down again and looked at the drunk pork ribs on the table. The orange-red drunk pork ribs exuded heat and a strong aroma of meat, which seduced his greedy stomach. They were on the way here. I just ate a basket of buns, but now my stomach is very hungry again.
Picking up the chopsticks, tapped it lightly on the table, and then picked up a piece of orange-red drunk pork ribs. The meat of the ribs was slightly tender, and the chopsticks seemed to have a little elasticity.
After licking his lips, the monk first took a sip of the drunk juice on the ribs with his tongue, and the sweet and sour juice immediately made the monk's eyes light up.
Stuffing the drunk pork ribs into his mouth, Shami's eyes lit up immediately, the rich meaty aroma burst out in his mouth, and the elastic meat beat against the wall of his mouth.
"Okay... delicious!" The monk kept chewing, his eyes widened, and his mouth let out a strange laugh, this ribs... are really delicious!
Gulu, he swallowed the ribs in his mouth in one gulp, the novice smacked his lips, and the smell of meat in his mouth made him intoxicated.
As a meat-eating monk, he has an incomprehensible love for meat. He eats almost any kind of meat. This is largely because he once survived alone in the endless desert, where there were no plant spirits. As a result, some are just a kind of furry spirit beast.
In order to survive, he drank blood and persevered. The meaty taste of the spirit beast is simply unflattering...
After returning from there, Shami Shangde became obsessed with meat and vowed to eat all the delicious meat in the world.
He poured a glass of Bingxin Yuhu wine, and the wine, as clear as a spring, exuded a rich aroma, which made the monk's nostrils open slightly.
With a sizzling sound, the wine entered the mouth, accompanied by the smell of meat, the novice monk couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
In the distance... Ouyang Xiaoyi stared at this bald monk drinking and eating meat with wide eyes, her perception of monks was completely subverted in her heart.
"It's not recorded in the books that monks don't drink or eat meat?" Ouyang Xiaoyi pouted.
Looking at the novice Shangde who eats food with his mouth full of oil, he is nowhere like the monk recorded in the book. Sure enough... the book is full of lies.
The novice raised his leg, put it on the stool, twitched one foot, and put a piece of drunk ribs into his mouth. The novice seemed to sense Ouyang Xiaoyi's gaze, and nodded at her with a smile on his face. nod.
Ouyang Xiaoyi snorted and turned her head away.
After Ji Chengxue finished eating, she put down her chopsticks, feeling very happy in her heart. It's been a long time since she had eaten Boss Bu's delicacy, so today is the day when she's finally satisfied.
"Lian Bo, let's go." Ji Chengxue said to Lian Fu who had already finished eating fried rice with eggs.
Lian Fulanhua raised her fingers, hummed lightly, and stood up reluctantly. This small shop is full of memories.
As an emperor, he couldn't leave the palace for too long. Ji Chengxue came here today just to find out what the five-pattern Enlightenment Tree, which was coveted by all the war sages, looked like, and to taste Boss Bu's new wine. Although he didn't drink it, he felt a little pity , but after revisiting Boss Bu's craftsmanship, he is quite satisfied.
The two left, but Wu Yunbai and Master Awu were still struggling. The two ordered a lot of dishes and ate very happily.
…
In the royal mausoleum of the imperial capital, light snow was falling slightly, and a gust of cold wind blew by, blowing around, making the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other.
The location of the imperial mausoleum is on a high mountain. It is on the high side, and it is snowing lightly. The temperature is still much colder than that of the imperial capital which has begun to warm up.
From a thatched cottage, a man in plain linen clothes slowly walked out.
Holding a broom, the man slowly stepped into the gloomy and majestic imperial mausoleum where many tombstones stood, and slowly cleaned the fallen leaves on the tombstones with the broom.
The rustling sound echoed in the silent imperial mausoleum, with a somewhat penetrating sound.
"Tsk tsk... His Royal Highness King Yu, who dared to compete for the throne in the imperial capital, has come to such a miserable end. Is the sharpness of the past turned into water now? It's so sad."
In the silent imperial mausoleum, there was a burst of laughter suddenly, surrounded by the clear and crisp sound of footsteps.
The man froze while holding the broom, straightened up, and looked at the person who sneered, his eyes were ashen and expressionless.
Zhao Ruge was wearing a white robe and stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him were several guards wrapped in black robes whose faces could not be seen clearly. The aura of these guards was very strong and terrifying. Suppress it.
Zhao Ruge took a step forward, walking back and forth at the gate of the imperial tomb, he did not step inside the imperial tomb, the imperial tomb of the imperial family, as an outsider, he still does not have the qualifications and courage to step in.
Because he didn't know what the consequences would be if he stepped into the imperial tomb as an outsider.
Ji Chengyu looked at Zhao Ruge for a while, then continued to lower his head, and began to sweep the leaves that fell on the tombstone. His movements were slow and old-fashioned, and he didn't have the demeanor of King Yu when he scolded Fang Qiu.
"His Royal Highness Yu Wang, are you willing to stay in this imperial mausoleum for the rest of your life? Think about Ji Chengxue who is sitting on the throne now, don't you have any unwillingness and anger in your heart?" Zhao Ruge's eyes were brightened, and he said coldly: "Why does your King Yu guard the imperial mausoleum like a bereaved dog, while he, Ji Chengxue, can sit comfortably on the throne? Why should he?"
Ji Chengyu's eyes moved, and there was a sad smile in his ashen eyes, "Zhao Ruge, what ability do you think I have to compete with Ji Chengxue now? Everything is a foregone conclusion. Father chose him, and I... am a complete loser."
"A loser? That's not what I think of King Yu." Zhao Ruge sneered.
Ji Chengyu shook his head, ignored Zhao Ruge, turned around and walked towards a tombstone. It was the tombstone of Emperor Changfeng. It was very simple, not as gorgeous as the emperor's tombstone as imagined, and it could even be said to be a bit shabby.
Ji Chengyu lowered his head, concealed his face, and slowly swept the fallen leaves.
"Ji Chengyu, I, Zhao Ruge, are here now, just to tell you that you don't have a chance. Lian Fu is now in the imperial capital, and it's a good time for you to get away. If you don't want to leave, I, Zhao Ruge, won't say anything, but if you Still unwilling, then I, Zhao Ruge and my father... Zhao Musheng, will provide you with sufficient resources!"
Zhao Ruge said, "How do you choose?"
The cold wind blew past, blowing the light snow in the sky, and the snowflakes fell on Zhao Ruge's face, and were instantly melted into running water by the body temperature.
He looked at a figure in the imperial mausoleum, and he believed that it was impossible for Ji Chengyu to just admit defeat like this.
Sure enough, that figure held the broom and walked out slowly, his eyes were still ashen ashes, but there was a kind of flame reborn in the ashes of spring.
"Zhao Musheng? That old fox... is really annoying."
Ji Chengyu picked up the broom, broke the velvet rope on his head, and immediately let the strands of hair spread out.
Zhao Ruge looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
…
It was late at night, and two bright moons were hanging high in the sky, reflecting each other.
In the courtyard of the imperial capital, Zhao Musheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were gentle and far away, his aura was slightly undulating, flowing like flowing water.
Suddenly, a figure covered in the smell of alcohol landed in the courtyard, occasionally a belch could be heard.
Zhao Musheng frowned suddenly, and looked at this figure.
"Shang De, you drink so much again, monks shouldn't drink, but you get worse."
"Hey, Elder, Shang De knows that you understand why monks can't drink alcohol. The so-called wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and what I want as a monk is pleasure!" The flushed Shang De said to Zhao Musheng, breathing out the smell of alcohol.
"Okay, no matter how much you drink, as long as you don't miss anything." Zhao Musheng frowned and sighed.
If other monks from Mahayana Island had appeared in front of him like this, he might have slapped him out long ago, but Shang De... alas.
"Elder, the matter you asked me to inquire about has come to fruition. The boss...he said he knew this snake man." Shang De's eyes were drunk and his feet were a little unsteady.
Leaning against a tree, he said: "The boss said... so what if we know each other, what should we do?"
The muscles on Zhao Musheng's face moved slightly, and he laughed lightly, "So what if we know each other? Now that we know each other, it's easy to handle..."
"Bu Fang, Bu Fang, this old man wants to see if you will die or not... Hahaha!"