Dark Moon Era

Indeed, with Tang Long's current strength, even if he were a genius, he would not be able to come into contact with such things.

Because he was involved in this level of affairs, and even the qualifications for cannon fodder were not enough.

But did Hei Lao take Tang Long to die? This statement is also unreasonable.

Hei Lao needs to use such troublesome methods to engage Tang Long? This is even more funny than a joke.

Therefore, Hei Lao's move is somewhat confusing.

But to this day, guessing is useless, after all, Tang Long was saved by Hei Lao, and it is the default thing for him to follow Hei Lao.

Jian Fei and No. 1 couldn't discuss a result. Regardless of the era, life always has to continue.

Where to go next? Alas, go to the Iron Blood City first! In winter, it's time to go to Zhengjing.

The road to God of War this time will not be easy, right? Jian Fei feels that he should move around.

Yes, he will also participate in the road of God of War.

I just do n’t know. At that time, did the nine major cities return?

Port of Darkness, Island District.

The real island area is not just a large island that refers to Dark Island, but also contains many small islands around Dark Island.

On the island, ordinary people live in single-family homes on Oshima.

Those with great ability can own a small island alone.

Butterfly Wing Island is a small island belonging to the Dark Island. Like its name, this island is shaped like a butterfly wing and looks like it is flying.

Butterfly Island is very beautiful. It has two opposite mountains. It is not a low mountain. The mountain is rich in vegetation and extends to the sea.

The coastline is not short. Rarely, most of this coastline is composed of fine sand.

In the former civilization, this is definitely a niche and top tourist destination.

But this is the Ziyue era, it belongs to the black old island.

Hei Lao's home is on the left wing of the two hills of the island, occupying a whole hill.

The main body of the building is composed of a special, large seashell, but the small building in which the main body is a large ship constructed of wood.

From a distance, the old black home is like a big ship surrounded by a pile of shells.

Hei Lao was sitting at the bow of the huge ship building, beside him was a servant who had accompanied him for almost thirty years, a fat cook who looked very strong.

Hei Lao sat here to bask in the sun, and the cook also sat aside, cutting a delicious but extremely hard fish.

She cut it very carefully, every slice of fish cut from her hands was uniformly oval, and each slice was thin enough to let the sun through.

It's just this thick, this kind of fish is easy to chew. If you don't want to chew, put it in your mouth and slowly sip it. There is also a feeling of sweetness and salty fragrance.

It's perfect for wine.

However, it is hard work to cut this kind of fish, and there is not enough strength. If you want to cut a piece of meat from this fish, if you cut it, it will damage the texture of the fish itself, and the taste will be much worse.

Nature has always been magical, and even a piece of fish has hidden mysteries.

Hei Lao likes to have this kind of fish fillet in his mouth, and then drink two glasses.

This reminds him of the most embarrassing years when he was young, when he had no money to buy wine, he took a marinated red seaweed, drank a glass, and sipped two red seaweeds. .

Time flies too fast.

In a blink of an eye, the Ziyue era has established a new order, and has achieved a civilization completely different from the previous civilization.

He is about to leave, and there will be turbulence in this era? Who knows? The emperor's existence is bound to be turbulent.

But where is the emperor? Maybe somewhere in the unknown? Or is he Tang Ling?

At this point, the fat chef cut another plate of fish fillets and placed them next to Hei Lao.

After processing the fish fillet, she was ready to swiftly deal with the black grained silver shell in her hand.

Many people think of qiao as black grained silver shell (ke), but fat cooks are particular about people. How can such precious ingredients miss the name? I feel that I miss the name of the ingredients, and the dishes I make are also disrespectful to the host.

Thinking of this, the fat cook is a little proud, and her hands move faster.

The cooking of the black-stripe silver shell is most concerned with freshness. When it is thrown into the boiling water, it is best to be alive.

Otherwise, its meat will give off an unpleasant fishy smell.

However, there is a black thread in the meat of the black grain silver shell. If it is not cleaned before eating, its meat will be full of bitterness, but if it is pulled out, it will die almost immediately.

Therefore, the black grain silver shell can only be handled by experienced chefs!

How to deal with it? What pays attention to is a fast word! Use the fastest speed to pry open the shell, and then use the fastest and finest method to grab the end of the black line, pull it out like lightning, and take advantage of the black grain silver shell before the final shrinkage before dying Immediately throw it into boiling hot water.

This black grained silver shell is neither fishy nor bitter.

As long as the fresh and tender meat is boiled in boiling water and removed, a handful of scallions with the best taste in the Ziyue Period is super delicious.

The fat chef did the scoring extraordinarily, because the old master didn't conceal her at all, including the fact that he had to leave the port of darkness for a short period of time, and did not know if he could return smoothly?

The second half of the sentence was automatically ignored by the fat chef. The old master is leaving. Before leaving, she must try her best to make all kinds of old master's favorite dishes. The rest she just has to wait for.

She firmly believed that it was the same as before, waiting for the old master to return one day, and then said to her, "Iron pot wine, wait for the wine side dishes."

A plate of black-stripe silver shell exuding the supreme deliciousness was processed.

The fat cook gave Hei Lao the end, but she found that Hei Lao seemed to have no appetite. Unlike before, the black-grained silver shell came to the table, and hurriedly twisted into a hurrying inhalation mouth.

"Master, not appetizing?" The fat chef frowned, her features almost squeezed together.

"No, I'm going to invite someone to drink and eat. You'll bring Tang Long with a pot of conch coconut. Then, make another one for me, and I'll hold it. I can't stand the saliva. "Hei Lao smiled.

"But he doesn't eat anything." The fat cook shrugged her nose and said a little dissatisfied.

She hates the guy who spoils food the most.

"It's okay, just take it. Tell him to leave, it's tomorrow. Drink some wine and eat some food." Hei Lao slowly said.

"Well, isn't that a few days? How did it become tomorrow?" The fat cook's eyes became red immediately.

"Three days ago, I said there were at most 7 days. However, I didn't say that the earliest departure would be a few days. Now the arrangement should be faster than expected, so start as soon as possible." Speaking of which, Hei Lao started Take a sip of wine: "Hopefully, go early and return early."

"Okay, go early and return early. I'll bring the wine dishes over here." The fat chef seemed to have received great comfort, and the tears in the reddish circles slowly disappeared.

She brought the dishes to Tang Long's room.

And Hei Lao drank one glass after another on the infinite beautiful sunset of this dark port.

one hour later.

The black chef's re-made fish fillet and black-stripe silver shell were all eaten by the old man.

My favorite conch wine also drank two altars.

To the extent that his strength is, even if the fat cook makes 100 times more weight, the black old man can eat it.

Even if the wine becomes ten altars, he can drink it cleanly.

However, when he was so old, he also knew that some things were just right, and it was too late.

Therefore, I don't know if this trip to the ancestral temple of human beings is too much to do in one go?

Thinking, Hei Lao has paced to Tang Long's room

This is a good room in the black and old house. If you open the window, you can see the entire dark island and the hull area high on the cliff.

See the waves washing the beach, and the infinitely beautiful sunrise and sunset.

However, Tang Long's window never opened, and he even pulled thick curtains.

Messy paper can be seen in any corner of the table on the floor of this room.

The Chinese text was written on the paper. The text was clean and powerful and restrained. I felt that seeing the word was like seeing Tang Long.

As for the content of the Buddhist scriptures of the pre-civilization, it is the original of Hei Lao's collection.

At this point, Tang Long was sitting in the room, drinking wine was clean, and the dishes were finished.

"Will you eat and drink?" Hei Lao came to the window, opened the curtains, and kicked the window.

The soft red light of the setting sun poured into the room, and sprinkled on Tang Longjunmei's face, as if it had given him a layer of light.

Young people are always good.

With such emotion, Hei Lao sat across from Tang Long.

"Well, it tastes good." Tang Long looked up and looked at Hei Lao with a rare smile.

"Why did you suddenly eat and drink?"

"Because I'm leaving tomorrow, I suddenly thought that I would like a meal worth reminiscing before I die. I once ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ didn't care about these flavors." Tang Long raised his eyebrow and laughed: "Don't drink wine. I drank it later and didn't know what it was like. I only remember my sadness. "

"It's not necessary to die." Hei Lao shook his head.

"You didn't hide me, how likely is it to survive?" Tang Long calmly calmly.

"It seems that you copied the Buddhist scriptures for a few days, but your heart calmed down a lot." Hei Lao did not deny it, just looked at the paper in the house.

"Maybe it's because of the Buddhist scriptures, or it's just that I want to be quiet." Tang Long turned his head, squinting and watching the sunset in the distance.

"It's going to start tomorrow. Is there anything else you want to do in this dark port?" Hei Lao's eyes suddenly deepened.

"Yes, I want to go out. Trouble Hei, take me to the deck area." Tang Long stood up.

"I'll sort it out and leave." Seeing people neatly and neatly is Tang Long's habit.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Hei nodded and agreed.