Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang also heard the storyteller's news at the inn about the virtue of the nearby bitter gourd master.

Bitter melon master?

At this time, he remembered some plots of the original book. Fang Lang touched his chin, and went to the door with Guiche wrapped in cloth.

In the monastery where Master Bitter Gourd sits, incense is burning in the meditation room. Huamanlou has bathed in incense, sitting quietly and waiting.

If you want to taste the vegetarian food cooked by the bitter gourd master, you must not only bathe in the fragrance, but also have patience. Master Bitter Gourd does not cook lightly, not only must the person come right, but also must make him happy. Today's people are right, besides Huamanlou, there are also Huangshan Gusong Layman, and Mu Taoist who is known as the first in Go, the second in poetry and wine, and the third in swordsmanship.

Of course, these people are not vulgar, so Master Bitter Gourd is very happy today. In the boundless twilight, finally came the Qingyue evening bell. When Huamanlou walked out, Jutu Gusong and Taoist Mu were already waiting for him in the yard.

The evening wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the summer heat has long been isolated from the world of mortals.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "It's really unbearable for two seniors to wait here."

Mu Taoist laughed, this Wudang elder who was always out of shape and slovenly, unexpectedly took off his tattered taoist robe at this moment, and put on a spotless blue cloth shirt. In order not to be restrained by others, he was willing not to be the head of Wudang, but he had no choice but to feel aggrieved if he wanted to taste the vegetarian food of Master Bitter Gourd.

Everyone knows the strange temper of Master Bitter Gourd.

The bamboo curtains in the meditation room are hanging down, and through the bamboo curtains, one can already smell waves of indescribable aroma, which is enough to arouse anyone's appetite.

Fang Lang stood outside the window, but didn't go in. Instead, he looked at a mud monkey who was about to climb in through the window.

"Lu Xiaofeng?"

This young man with a red cloak that smelled of mud should undoubtedly be Lu Xiaofeng, with four eyebrows, piercing eyes, and the appearance of a vagabond.

Lu Xiaofeng also saw Fang Lang. He was stunned, scratched his head, and said in surprise, "Are you the one Sikong Zhaoxing told me about today? How do you know I'm here?"

Fang Lang smiled, "I'm here to taste the food made by Master Bitter Gourd."

Although Master Bitter Gourd didn't know Fang Lang, Master Bitter Gourd had a good relationship with Lu Xiaofeng. When they saw the dirty Lu Xiaofeng, they were joking. He immediately put the food on the table with a hearty laugh, and invited Lu Xiaofeng and Fang Lang to taste it.

Su Zhai is indeed delicious.

While gobbling, Lu Xiaofeng said: "That monkey Sikong Zhaoxing should go to the inn to find you. I promised him to go to the Yuelai inn to find you tomorrow." He said, his eyes nimbly looking at Fang Lang, "But , and I don’t know why you have traveled all the way to find me.”

Fang Lang drank the tea noncommittally, and said lightly: "There are rumors in the world that there is no sword that Lu Xiaofeng can't catch. I'm here to try your consonant finger."

As expected, Lu Xiaofeng showed a wry smile, "The reputation is tiring..." He ate the food fiercely, as if he wanted to vent his depression, but he didn't reject Fang Lang. He knew Fang Lang the first time he saw him. This person cannot say no.

Suddenly someone raised the bamboo curtain and walked in, it was Hua Manlou and others.

Taoist Mu sighed and said, "This monk is biased."

Layman Gu Song said: "He invited us, but let others eat first."

Mu Taoist said: "He insisted that we take a bath with incense, but this man seems to have just rolled out of the mud!"

Master Bitter Gourd laughed and said: "The monk is indeed partial, but he is only partial to him. It is useless for you to be angry."

Hua Manlou smiled wryly and said, "When I meet this person, I'm afraid even a Bodhisattva can't do anything about it."

As they talked, they were also secretly looking at Fang Lang. For this unfamiliar person who suddenly appeared here, they looked at the swordsman curiously, and they all felt the evil spirit of the other party, but they were all in the world. Well-known figures soon discovered that the evil spirit on Fang Lang's body all came from that sword.

Hua Manlou, who didn't like killing, sighed slightly, and murmured: "The murder weapon must see blood."

Fang Lang looked at this flower god who was very famous in terms of mood, and smiled and said: "Although the murder weapon will see blood when it is unsheathed, if the master wants it to come back, it must listen."

Taoist Mu showed concern, "This young man has never seen him before, and he has no known teacher?"

Fang Lang shook his head and said, "Under the Lang, there is no teacher."

A pot of vegetarian ham and a pot of pot stickers tofu were all upside down, Lu Xiaofeng finally stopped, smiled at the three people, and said: "This expert is here to trouble me, he wants to try Try my consonant finger, but you have a much better reputation than me in Jianghu, Taoist Mu."

Taoist Mu laughed, and said, "My reputation is not as good as your one finger!" Then, he looked at Guiche next to Fang Lang's hand, shook his head and said, "Although I can be considered to have read all the weapons in the world, your Excellency No matter the workmanship or the material of this sword in his hand, it doesn't seem to be made by a famous craftsman from the Central Plains... The evil energy is condensed in the sword body, and it is born with spirit, I am a little curious if Lu Xiaofeng can block this sword."

Hua Manlou looked at Fang Lang blankly, and frowned, showing a solemn look.

For Hua Manlou, who was already keenly observant, he couldn't detect Fang Lang's details. He only felt that the person sitting opposite was like a whirlpool, filled with internal forces that seemed calm and turbulent, and he was worried. Looking at Lu Xiaofeng, he didn't want Lu Xiaofeng to take the sword.

But Lu Xiaofeng couldn't refuse, Fang Lang grabbed Sikong and picked the stars all the way.

Looking for him, Sikong Zhaixing has already entrusted him with this matter.

After eating, he wiped off his stinky sweat, then walked into the courtyard, took a deep breath, and said with a helpless smile, "I'm full now, and I'm just here to learn your master's tricks!"

Fang Lang nodded slightly and stood up.

Huamanlou, Taoist Mu, and Layman Gusong all followed out, only Master Bitter Gourd shook his head, sitting on a chair and eating vegetarian chicken.

Lu Xiaofeng wasn't overly nervous at first, his life was a life of tossing and rolling, this kind of time is common, but when the swift astonishing light really pierced towards him, his pupils shrank suddenly , can only feel that the brilliant sword light on the opposite side is magnified in an instant, as if it can penetrate through his chest in the next moment. ..