He Has a Dragon

That night, Wang Le did not continue to explore the dark orifice of the sea of ​​consciousness. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep without taking off his clothes. ｗｗｗｗｗ． ??

After all, I will leave tomorrow, and I can foresee the coming days. It is basically impossible to sleep so peacefully.

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After a night of silence, Wang Le woke up before dawn. After a simple wash, he didn't even say hello to Grandpa Jiyang. He directly activated the power of the Eye Dragon's Hidden Eyes of Breaking the Illusion and went out quietly. After arriving at the mansion, he left the Nanhua Temple and went down the mountain.

The reason for this is because Wang Le knows that his current status in Nanhua Temple is unmatched.

To put it more simply, Wang Le is the patron saint of Nanhua Temple today.

Once the disciples in the temple know that he left Nanhua Temple at this time, they will definitely be panic-stricken.

In addition to this, another point is that although Cihang Jingzhai has retreated, he is still eyeing Nanhua Temple.

They may come again at any time to destroy Nanhua Temple.

If the people in Cihang Jingzhai knew that Wang Le was not in Nanhua Temple, the consequences would be so serious that you can imagine it with your toes.

All in all, before dawn arrived, Wang Le left quietly without taking away a single cloud.

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Wushuang City is only a hundred miles away from Baliksan. Although it is far inferior to the giant Baiyujing, it has a long history of existence.

In the evening of that day, Wang Le, who left Nanhua Temple and traveled for two more days, put on the mask originally made by Mrs. Yang Tian Yunshan in Baiyujing and entered this ancient city as a middle-aged man with sallow skin.

The reason why he didn't show his true colors was because Wang Le didn't want Cihang Jingzhai to find out that he had left Nanhua Temple.

For a top force like Cihang Jingzhai, it is no exaggeration to say that his eyes are spread throughout the martial arts world.

As for the identity of the Emperor, Wang Le did not dare to use it under any circumstances because of the matter of stealing the Flower of Beasts.

Closer to home, when Wang Le entered the city and walked on the main street, the rows of teahouses, restaurants and shops were already lit up.

The flow of passengers is very busy and it is really lively.

At a glance, there are martial arts experts with strong aura everywhere. According to Wang Le's experience, many of them are martial arts experts at the ground level.

Although this Wushuang City is small, its prosperity is no less than that of Bai Yujing and other big cities where Wang Le stayed.

Especially along the main street, Wang Le saw many extremely old and outdated buildings. The walls were engraved with various scenes such as ancestors' sacrifices and hunting, warriors forming armies, large-scale battles, etc., exuding the invisible atmosphere of time.

And these buildings were obviously not built in the past two or three hundred years.

Wang Le was not in a hurry to find a place to eat. He wandered along with the crowds of people and enjoyed the prosperous scene in front of him.

After all, he had been alone in the depths of Nanhuaguan Canyon for more than a month. Now in such a noisy Wushuang City, Wang Le couldn't help but feel like he was a human again, greedily breathing in the turbid air here.

During the two days of traveling, Wang Le traveled day and night with very little rest, so he planned to recuperate and recharge in this unparalleled city, and it would not be too late to rush to Baliksan, a hundred miles away, tomorrow. .

When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared and the night sky was filled with stars, Wang Le also lost interest in shopping. He had no intention of shopping any more and walked out of a shop selling various groceries.

"Well, in the ancient books of Guanzhong Sutra Pavilion, we often see that people can encounter great opportunities at roadside stalls and small shops, making them make rapid progress on the road of martial arts. I also think that I can We can’t be like those guys who miss out on all the treasures and end up not finding any at all. The ideal is really full, but the reality is too skinny.”

Wang Le, standing outside the shop, thought to himself with some disappointment, all he could say was that the stories in the book were all lies.

At this time, a grunting sound came from his stomach. Wang Le touched it, then took steps and continued walking along the street, intending to find a place to solve the problem of accommodation and food tonight.

Soon, Wang Le asked passers-by and came to a restaurant called Shun Fulai.

When Wang Le just stepped up the steps and before entering the door, a middle-aged waiter hurriedly came out and asked with a respectful smile: "Sir, do you want to eat, or stay in the hotel?"

As Wang Le crossed the threshold and walked in, he smiled and replied: "It's all, let me arrange it."

The middle-aged waiter became more respectful and said without hesitation: "Sir, please don't worry, I guarantee that everything will be properly arranged."

After a pause, the middle-aged waiter asked respectfully: "Sir, if you are tired, I will take you to the guest room first, and then bring the food in."

Wang Le, who entered the store, did not answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at the hall on the first floor. Most of the dozen or so tables were already occupied.

"Just finish your meal here first!"

As Wang Le spoke, he walked to an empty table in the corner and sat down.

The middle-aged waiter who came over quickly poured tea for Wang Le who was sitting at the table. At the same time, he did not forget to ask: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Wang Le smiled and replied: "Serve me the specialty dishes in your store. Well, my stomach hasn't had any oil or water in two days, so it's best to have more meat dishes."

Of course the middle-aged waiter agreed wholeheartedly. After all, meat dishes are obviously more expensive than vegetarian dishes and are more profitable.

"Sir, our Shunfulai Monkey Wine is famous throughout Wushuang City. Would you like a bottle?" asked the middle-aged waiter.

"Monkey wine?" Wang Le asked with a raised brow: "What's the meaning of this monkey wine? Could it be made by monkeys?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the middle-aged waiter could reply, a guest sitting at the table next to him could not help but spit out a mouthful of wine and burst into laughter.

Guests at other tables around also burst into laughter, obviously amused by Wang Le's question.

The middle-aged man was not annoyed when he saw that Wang Le was being laughed at by everyone, so he knew that Wang Le had a good temper, so he chuckled and said, "Since there are no monsters in the martial arts world, how can there be monkey wine brewed by the monster monkeys?"

After a pause, the middle-aged waiter changed the topic and said, "But the recipe for our Shunfulai monkey wine was obtained by the boss's ancestors from the demon monkey clan, and it has been passed down to this day."

"Although it is not as good as the monkey wine brewed by Yao Hou himself, I dare to say that the monkey wine produced by Shun Fulai is the top brewed monkey wine in the martial arts world today!"

"Oh?" Wang Le said with a smile: "Since you said so, I really have to try it."

Just like that, after sending away the middle-aged waiter to prepare drinks and meals, Wang Le sat quietly at the table, drinking tea leisurely, while thinking about various situations that he might encounter during tomorrow's trip to Baliksan and what he would do. To cope with it, so as to achieve the purpose of your trip. (To be continued...)