My golden finger is delicious

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When Wu Ding came to Lu Xiaofeng's world again.

The feeling of being in another world was particularly obvious.

This was the first world he traveled through.

When he first came to this world, he was still a rookie who had no spiritual energy in his body.

Wu Ding still remembered how he tried to find a place to settle down.

He pretended to be a rebellious young man from a hidden family.

At that time, he thought that his mission was to stay in this place with abundant spiritual energy and practice hard in seclusion.

He never expected that the so-called small world would be so wonderful.

He got started here.

He suffered a series of refreshes in his worldviews here.

He also learned the first and most used golden finger in the small world here.

Become a real martial arts master.

This opportunity is the dream of many Chinese people.

Walking in the familiar and strange woods that look the same everywhere.

Wu Ding recalled his youthful years with emotion.

At that time... I was done with a few spells.

The tricks were no more than a palm.

If you want to take something out of the mountain and sea world to eat, you can't take it freely.

To cast a small curse on the King of Nanping, Sikong Zhaixing had to steal the purse first.

To kill the boss behind the scenes, he had to first attack the enemy with a surprise attack, and then use a series of tricks to trick him.

He laid down layers of formations to trick people.

In the end, when he had to fight for his life at the cost of serious injuries, it was Ximen Chuxue who saved him.

Looking back at the past with the current state.

I was so bad, I couldn't be any worse.

Wu Ding walked freely and freely with his face on his face.

This martial arts world is different from the White Snake Song Dynasty.

He didn't leave any world-saving achievements here.

There are definitely no temples.

Later, after the Northern Song Dynasty took out high-yield grain, Wu Ding's first reaction was to come back to the Ming Dynasty when he had time.

After carefully thinking about the situation here, he was surprised to find that.

It's not necessary.

This small world is not short of food.

Compared with the ancient times of other worlds, Lu Xiaofeng's world is simply rich in material.

Of course, it can't be compared with modern times.

But it is simply unscientific to compare the yield of fields with other ancient times.

As long as there is no natural disaster, although ordinary people cannot eat enough, they can still be half full.

Wu Ding immediately fixed his suspicious eyes on the world consciousness.

The world consciousness here is obviously not as rich as that in Liao Zhai.

But this world is still a martial arts world.

To support this colorful martial arts world, so many warriors are born.

To form a huge world, and to pass it down for thousands of years.

There must be no ambiguity in eating.

Wu Ding seriously suspected that those few formattings were because the world consciousness found that it was too poor to support the dual development of cultivation and martial arts.

"Fifteen years."

It's not just the realm.

Even time has changed.

Fortunately, the emperor has not changed, and the reign title has not changed.

Otherwise, it would be hard to calculate.

Wu Ding sat in the teahouse, listening to gossip and the deeds of a new generation of martial arts rookies.

What's going on?

Fifteen years have passed, and Lu Xiaofeng's ability to cause trouble has weakened?

Impossible.

Feng Wu Jiu Tian is what happened ten years after Forbidden City Peak.

I have never seen Lu Xiaofeng stop making trouble.

Wu Ding gave the storyteller a tip and then said the four words "Four Eyebrows".

Everyone around him took a deep breath.

Wu Ding: ? ? ?

"Hey, sir, you can't say that!"

The storyteller immediately put the tip in his hand... into his arms and packed up to leave.

What happened?

Fifteen years have passed, and Lu Xiaofeng has become a world-destroying demon?

He glanced at the expressions of the people around him.

Wu Ding paid the money again.

The storyteller stopped and finished his words.

"Hey, sir, why are you still not giving up? This person's story is wonderful, and I am reluctant to give up... Maybe I should try not to tell it, and try not to listen to it again if I can't recall it. In short, don't mention that person's name."

Wu Ding went over again and asked questions.

"Why?"

"Haven't you heard about it yet? That guy...is unlucky."

Wu Ding: …………

Okay, you don't need to say it.

Fifteen years ago, Lu Xiaofeng's reputation in the martial arts world was the four eyebrows who "can solve any trouble".

Fifteen years later, with the huge case concluded.

The slow-witted ancient people finally felt that this guy was a bit unlucky.

"If this is said too much, he will be considered a friend of the four eyebrows, then in the future..."

There are so many villains who want to kill Lu Xiaofeng.

So many various schemes.

Who knows if he will be involved.

"I admire Mr. Lu, just do it secretly." Don't say it.

A large group of people nodded around.

Wu Ding said...he recorded it and must show it to Lu Xiaofeng.

"So...where should we go first?"

The Imperial Terrace? Go to Baihua Tower? Or Wanmei Villa?

The capital is also fine.

Unfortunately, there are four scenic spots and four directions.

This is bound to take more trips.

But what makes people entangled is

He might have missed all four places.

Among the main characters, Ximen Chuxue is the most homely one.

But...

If I remember correctly, the child that was hatched from the egg should be 15 this year.

Fifteen years have passed, the Sword God and the owner of the manor should have made some progress.

So, Ximen Chuxue is very likely in Baiyun City.

The emperor is definitely in the capital, and he and the emperor are... familiar.

That's just familiarity.

When he returned to this world, he first looked for the emperor...

It felt weird.

Finally, he decided to go to Jiangnan first.

Well, it was decided by flipping a coin.

Go to Baihua Tower first, and if he can't find anyone, go to the Emperor's Terrace.

Now the seal is complete, and the Emperor's Terrace is completely hidden.

But Wu Ding and Hua Manlou can still be found.

"Taotie, the pile of snacks on the right must not be touched." That was what he brought for Qi Tong.

When he left that year.

Wu Ding promised to bring snacks for Qi Tong.

The "pile" that Wu Ding mentioned was actually piled up like a small hill.

The pile of snacks was more than three meters high, and it was quite a test of Qi Tong's appetite to eat it all within the shelf life.

Even if Lu Xiaofeng and the others came together, it would be enough to eat for a long time.

However, it was not enough for Taotie.

So, the key suspect gave a special reminder.

He didn't want to say that he wanted to surprise Qi Tong, and then add that he would give it to him next time.

Taotie wanted to refute, but because of his many previous convictions, he could only shut up.

Who made the beast have no character to swear on?

"You don't need to fly?"

"The sun is about to set, let's hurry up at night. There were many ancient people."

Wu Ding looked at the big river next to him.

A pleasure boat was sailing slowly.

The two-story pleasure boat was dozens of meters long, and you could feel its exquisiteness from a distance.

There was even fairy music coming from the boat.

There were dancers dancing on the plywood.

Fireworks in Yangzhou in March.

Enjoyment between green mountains and green waters.

The owner of the pleasure boat had good taste and good choices.

Wu Ding turned his head away for a short while.

The music stopped and the woman's scream came.

The next second, the woman's screams all stopped.

All they could see was their weak bodies falling down in unison, their lives unknown.

"Uncle Jiu!!!!"

The top of the pleasure boat was immediately dismantled.

An old man and a young man in fancy clothes were fighting fiercely.

A young boy escaped to the deck and looked at the battle situation above with concern.

He also did not forget to release fireworks for help.

"Hahahaha. You can't beat me, so just follow me!" The old man laughed wildly.

"Dream on, old bastard, don't you look at your own virtues, you still want to be the best in the world?"

"Of course I am the best in the world. I was the best in the world when I was as old as you. But I have waited for so many years, but I just didn't come to the Central Plains. Do you know why?"

The two fought and quarreled.

The fierce sword moves were stirring between the two, and the wood on the pleasure boat was cut by the sword energy and fell into the lake.

But it can be seen that the old man is a little stronger between the two.

The young man in fancy clothes has been suppressed.

"Because you are a coward."

"Because I want a more grand debut! I want the entire Central Plains to not forget me for hundreds of years!"

"Is there such a powerful old man in Lu Xiaofeng's world?"

Wu Ding still has some vision, this old man's martial arts is really powerful.

"Wait, there really is."

Old man Wu Ming.

Then this "Uncle Nine" dressed in luxurious clothes is...

"Okay, I will sentence you to death, cut your head into four parts, hang it on the four walls, and let the local people spit on you for hundreds of years! Spit a mouthful of tax reduction!"

Wu Ding wanted to applaud Gong Jiu.

So poisonous.

But these words obviously angered Wu Ming.

The old man stomped his feet, and the whole pleasure boat began to split from the middle.

The sword energy in his body was rampant, and he began to attack the whole pleasure boat indiscriminately.

Gong Jiu rushed to the young man to protect him without saying a word, risking several sword wounds.

Give up the sword in his hand.

Draw out the whip at his waist and dance tightly.

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry about me."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll protect you if I bring you out. The guards will be here soon. Jump into the river and swim to the shore. I'll stop him."

Gong Jiu glanced at the shore, wanting to see if the guards had arrived.

But he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar voice watching the excitement.

This person...

"Today is the big day for me to accept a disciple. You want to protect this child. I can help you."

The pleasure boat gradually sank.

The old man walked towards Gong Jiu in the wreckage on the water as if walking on flat ground.

"Gong Jiu, you and I are the same person, with the same talent, the same ambition, the same vicious heart... Why bother with these mundane things?"

The old man's face was red, as if he was thinking of some beautiful scene in the future.

A grand banquet.

A banquet composed of blood and gold.

He will become the most powerful, the richest, and the most terrifying person.

The whole Central Plains will tremble under his name.

And Gong Jiu is his thug, his face.

He is the successor of his myth.

His life, Wu Ming's, must be perfect!

"Little kid, as long as you let grandpa hit you, if you are alive, I will not kill you, how about that?"

Wu Ming thought Gong Jiu would be even angrier.

The red eyes and irrational look really suited his mind.

His apprentice should be this crazy.

Unexpectedly, Gong Jiu stood up straight.

Turned around leisurely.

His posture was noble and his manners were warm.

Smiling like spring breeze, noble and reserved.

He was completely different from the venomous and crazy look just now, just like a gentle and affectionate rich young man.

Even his eyes looking at Wu Ming were not murderous and cold.

"You..."

"Old man, have you heard that man's plans are not as good as God's?"

Wu Ming: ? ? ?

Without waiting for him to speak.

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the clear sky and struck Wu Ming directly.

He was killed instantly.

All the conspiracies and dreams of prosperity became clouds.

Wu Ming stared at the cloudless sky with his eyes wide open.

Don't know what happened?

"Wow!" The child protected by Gong Jiu made an unscientific exclamation.

"I have always believed that things like destiny are deceiving. It turns out that our royal family is really the son of God."

"What nonsense!"

Gong Jiu knocked on the child's head.

He tidied his clothes and crossed to the shore with excellent lightness skills.

Looking at Wu Ding from a close distance, he confirmed that he was the person in his memory.

Gong Jiu, who was already an uncle.

His face also showed a childlike innocent and bright smile.

"Uncle Xie!"

Wu Ding: …………

Oh, yes, it was the pseudonym I gave myself back then.

Um… what was my name Xie back then?