Chapter 784 I Have a Meal with the Sword God (Five Thousand)
Eating is always the eternal theme of human beings!
No matter you are an expert hermit who breathes the wind and drinks the dew, absorbing the essence of day and night, or you are a beautiful lady who emerges from the world and is not stained by fireworks... As long as you are still a human being, you will naturally have to eat. .
Although the Sword God is called a god by the world, it is just an honorific title. In the final analysis, he is still a human being. Therefore, when facing Tang En's invitation, Sword God Wooding did not hesitate, nodded calmly, and said hello directly.
As a result, smoke rose from the kitchen of the secret agency...
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For a moment, in a small side hall, two people sat facing each other at a brown wooden table, and the atmosphere was a bit dull. The dishes in front of me were steaming hot, three dishes and one soup. They were very simple, home-cooked dishes that often appear on the tables of ordinary citizens, and were paired with two bowls of white rice, that's all.
After slightly adjusting his sitting posture, Tang En looked extremely calm, with a hint of polite smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, showing his masterly demeanor. But in my heart, I can't help but feel a little uneasy...
To be honest, Tang En never thought that one day he would eat at the same table as the Sword God. Although it was true that he took the initiative to invite him before, it was just a polite comment for Phillip's sake. Who would have thought that the other party would actually nod in agreement...
For a moment, Tang En was full of thoughts. This is a god of swordsman. Is it too simple for me to serve food? The tabletop seems a bit greasy too. Well, do you need to find two chicks to come over to help with the fun...
Of course, in his miscellaneous thoughts, Tang En did not consider whether the sword god's move was a sign of goodwill. Originally, let’s not talk about the bad news I got from Phillip, let’s just say that he just beat someone’s pride, and this can’t be bought with just a meal...
Thinking of this, and looking at Wooding's fixed gaze, Tang En adjusted his sitting position unconsciously, and the dagger in his sleeve trembled slightly, ensuring that he could strike instantly.
Immediately, the big eyes stared at the small ones, and the atmosphere became more and more tense... After a while, just when Tang En's temples were slightly wet, Wooding looked at the rice pad that was gradually losing heat, and frowned slightly: "Don't want to eat?"
"Huh?" After being stunned, Tang En came back to his senses, forced out a smile, and quickly waved his hand to invite, "How come...please, you always invite me! They are all home-cooked dishes from the north, which is ridiculous. Well, they may be better than those from the south. The food is a little bit heavy, so please don’t dislike it.”
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head casually, picked up the knife and fork directly, and immersed himself in eating.
His arms paused in the air, and he was stunned. Tang En suddenly remembered that in the customs and etiquette of other worlds, it was said that when visiting someone else's house, if the host does not invite the guest, the guest cannot touch the knife and fork first... Damn! Just because of this, you keep staring at me for a long time? He was so stressed that he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. For a moment, Tang En felt extremely ridiculous.
Fortunately, the stiff atmosphere in the side hall gradually relaxed amidst the crisp sounds of knives and forks touching the dishes. The taste of northern cuisine is indeed strong, and something similar to modern peppercorns is basically a must-have seasoning in the north. It didn't take long before Wooding's forehead showed faint traces of sweat under his gray hair. Upon seeing this, Tang En handed over the napkin, and Woodin nodded and took it casually. The tension between the two before was almost gone...
After a moment, he put down his knife and fork, "Ah... I haven't tasted authentic northern food in many years, and now I'm really not used to it." Wiping the sweat on the side of his nose with a napkin, Woodin said casually.
"Sorry, I was negligent." Tang En nodded apologetically, and then asked tentatively, "How about a drink to calm it down?"
"Wine?" Wooding's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, like a child who got a long-favored toy. But at this moment, "Ahem..." Haita, who was standing by the door outside the hall, suddenly raised his fists to his mouth and coughed twice, as if he was dissatisfied.
Wooding's shoulders slumped and he waved his hands in disinterest: "Forget it, let's serve tea."
"Okay." Tang En nodded, first waved to the members of the secret agency guarding the door, then glanced at Haita, and then turned around. Not allowed to drink? It's because of my health...
The food on the table was removed, and two cups of fragrant light tea were quickly brought back. Unlike the food, the tea was the best tea, which Allen brought to Tang En every time he came over.
During this period, the two of them also exchanged a few words, but most of them were casual remarks. Wooding thanked Twain for the hospitality, and Twain said that it was appropriate, and then chatted about Philip and so on... until,
After taking a sip of tea, Wu Ding's white eyebrows moved slightly, he closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, nodded, and gently put down the teacup with a soft "knock" sound. Tang En straightened his back slightly, knowing that the real show was coming.
Unexpectedly, Wu Ding nodded and saluted, and said solemnly: "This young disciple is reckless and has failed to teach me well. Thank you for showing mercy just now."
Tang En did indeed hold back his hand just now, otherwise what would have been broken was not Wen Silin's hand bone, but his throat bone. Of course, Tang En did this helplessly after seeing Wooding and the others. Of course, Wooding also knows this.
However, there are many masters in this world who treat all living beings like ants and don't like to reason. Tang En didn't expect this to impress Wooding's kindness. He didn't expect that Wooding, who respected him as the God of Swords, instead of holding Tang En accountable for his ruthless actions, actually thanked him in advance, which surprised him...
"Huh?" After being stunned, Tang En came to his senses, raised his head and said haha, "This... it's nothing. I have always loved peace and convinced others with virtue, haha..."
Wooding also chuckled and dropped the topic. He did not comment on Tang En's words to flatter his face, and said calmly: "I have heard about various rumors about your Excellency in Brandu City. I was a little curious at the time. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I am even more confused..."
Tang En did not respond immediately to these words, but waved his hand and said: "You are too polite. I really can't bear the commonplace title of Your Excellency. Philip and I are considered friends. Since you are Philip's grandfather, you can call me Tang, Tang En, Xiao Tang, whatever..."
This was indeed Tang En's sincere proposal. Because at least from the current point of view, Sword God Wooding did not express his hatred for him and kill him quickly. Instead, he was quite peaceful and polite, as if he was treating him as a person of the same level. And Tang En's temper is just like this. To use a common saying, you respect me a foot, and I respect you a foot! You pressed me even an inch... Well, then don't blame me for calling you an old man!
"With your current strength and achievements, you deserve to be called Your Excellency. But since you don't want to..." Wooding didn't bother with this and nodded: "Then let's call him Xiao Tang. It sounds more friendly."
Xiaotang, Xiaotang...well, it's better to call you Your Excellency. Moreover, this is something the Sword God himself acknowledged, Your Excellency. It would be so embarrassing to tell it...
I rubbed my nose and complained. But since this title was proposed by Tang En himself, he had no choice but to answer silently: "Well, if you have any doubts, just ask, I..." After a pause, he rolled his eyes, "I will tell you whatever you can. .”
Wooding smiled, but he didn't have any objection to Tang En's reservations. He asked, "What you are fighting for...is fighting spirit?"
Ouch... Tang En's heart suddenly shook when he heard this, and he almost jumped up on the spot. Of course what he controls is not fighting spirit, but blood energy. But blood is related to the killer system, which is his biggest secret. Could it be that Wooding saw this?
Although there were huge waves in his heart, Tang En still looked calm on the surface, and then turned into an expression of inexplicable confusion... After calming down, Tang En still didn't believe that Wooding could see his secret, so he asked blankly : "Of course, what's wrong?"
After getting the answer, Wooding didn't have any special expression and shook his head slightly: "It's nothing...it's just that I can't see your level of cultivation."
Suddenly, Tang En knew what the problem was. The fighting spirit of the other world is particularly domineering and difficult to hide. Therefore, in the eyes of high-level warriors, the level of strength of low-level warriors is almost clear at a glance. But Tang En is different. What he relies on is blood, so even if Wooding has the realm of a martial saint, he can't even hope to see his level of strength.
"Oh, maybe it's because of the assassin profession. I have some experience in hiding strength." Waving his hand, Tang En casually asked the question, then his mind suddenly changed, and he immediately changed the subject, "By the way, you are not the first one to treat me badly." People who have doubts about the realm of strength... Well, I once went to Beihuang, and in the imperial city library, I met an old man named Bamutu from Beihuang. He also had this doubt, and he almost mistook me for it. You old **, haha..."
Wooding raised his eyebrows: "Bamutu? Have you seen him?"
"Yes, he said that you are always good at condensing and hiding your fighting spirit." Tang En secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that under the old butler's poisonous tongue, he had perfected his ability to change the subject. but……
Wooding nodded and looked at Tang En with a somewhat complicated look: "It seems that you really know the existence of the nodes in your body."
"Well..." Tang En blinked, his expression was still as calm as usual, but he was very confused in his heart, Node? What it is? Is it related to the topic of our chat... Forget it, never mind, now that he has found a reason for me, that's the best...
Wooding indeed found a reason for Twain. You must know that the reason why he didn't seem to care so much about not being able to accurately see Tang En's level of strength was because he already had a preconceived answer in his heart - Tang En, like himself, knew that the nodes in the body could store hidden fighting energy. So I can't tell that the level of strength is normal.
Later, Tang En's unsurprising expression and his words that he and Wooding were equally good at hiding fighting spirit undoubtedly made Wooding even more convinced of this judgment!
But in fact, Tang En was really just pretending and changing the subject...
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Thinking that he had confirmed something, Wooding picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. When he put it down, all the complex meanings in his eyes were indifferent. Then he raised his hand and took out a few pieces of tissue paper from his sleeves, placed them on the table, and pushed them over.
He raised his head and asked calmly: "Did you research this?"
Tang En subconsciously lowered his head and glanced, and his eyes suddenly became focused. He was very familiar with those messy lines on the paper that looked like ghostly drawings, because these were exactly the Dou Qi circulation channels he had drawn with his own hands, but somehow they ended up in the hands of the Sword God...
But after thinking about it again, Tang En felt relieved again. With the energy of the Sword God, as long as he pays attention to the North, it will be easy to find out the source of the warrior's madness.
"Oh, this..." At this point, the words suddenly stopped. The pause was short, not even a second, and there was no sense of violation. Because Tang En was reaching out to pick up a tea cup and bring it to his mouth.
Of course, this was not due to sudden thirst. Somehow, at that moment, Tang En's alarm bell suddenly vibrated slightly, and he felt a trace of murderous intent... There were only two people in the side hall, so the source of this murderous intent was naturally only It could be Wooding with a calm expression!
What I want to say is that the murderous intention is very light, very faint, and almost undetectable. It seemed like it was just a slight movement of mind. If it were another person sitting here, even if his strength was equal to Wooding's, it would be absolutely impossible to notice it. But Tang En is different. Under the training of the killer system and the old butler, as long as the killing intention is directed at him, no matter how slight it is, he can be keenly sensed. What's more, Tang En was already in a state of extreme vigilance at this time...
But... his lips touched the edge of the teacup lightly, and Tang En chuckled and nodded at Wooding. Why did Wooding suddenly have murderous intention towards himself? There's something wrong with that question - did you research this?
Yes, no...what's the difference?
The best tea brewed and swirled in Tang En's mouth, losing its original fragrance and taste and becoming extremely bitter. His mind was spinning...Twain naturally put down his teacup and shook his head: "No."
The Sword God is not an ordinary person. When he has the intention to kill, any clever answer is actually just an admission of change of direction, just a cocoon to bind himself. And between yes and no, the risk of no is naturally smaller.
Of course, it's just relatively small. In fact, this is still an out-and-out sentence that determines life and death!
After finishing speaking, Tang En calmly met Wooding's gaze. His left hand was placed under the table without any trace. The dagger in his sleeve trembled slightly, ready for use.
The atmosphere seemed to suddenly freeze at this moment, suffocating and cold. Wooding squinted his cloudy old eyes, not missing any subtle expression on Tang En's face. After a few breaths, he said noncommittally: "Oh?"
Tang En pretended not to see it and said to himself, "A painter friend gave this to me before he died."
"Painter?" Wooding couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. You must know that he had already inquired about various information about this internal passage when he came. If Tang En answered the news circulating in the market, that is, it was leaked from the Shanhai City auction house. Wooding would never believe it. Because his old friend spent more than a hundred years looking through all ancient and modern classics in order to study this thing. If there really is such a secret book of mental skills, it is impossible for him not to know...
"Yes, a poor painter." Not noticing any fluctuations in murderous intent, Tang En couldn't help but feel reassured, and then told the story of Ghost Face...
There was nothing to hide. Tang En could not take this matter on himself. He still understood the reason why he was guilty of having a jade, so he could only blame it on Ghost Face. And this is not entirely a lie. The Dou Qi circulation channel was originally discovered by Ghost Face, and Tang En just took this opportunity to complete the follow-up work. Furthermore, Ghost Face is already dead, and a dead person cannot testify, so Tang En feels at ease...
After a while, Tang En roughly recited the contents of Ghost Face Diary. "That's it..." Wooding took the lead to look away. Regret, regret, joy... all kinds of complex emotions flashed across his face, and he nodded and sighed: "That's right, Xiao Tang, you are still young, even if you are really a genius. , and it is impossible to come into contact with this field... I am too worried."
It's not that Wooding has no scheming intentions and believes Tang En's words so easily. But this cannot be concealed at all. Laiyan City, Ghost Face's identity, diary, etc., these location details can be easily verified, and there is no possibility of lying at all.
However, when Tang En heard this, he curled his lips without leaving any trace. Hey, you despise me. Will I tell you if I have a complete set of Dou Qi circulation channels...
Naturally, Woodin didn't know what Tang En was thinking, and he looked a little sighing: "What a pity... I believe you also know the significance of these circulation channels in the body for Dou Qi martial arts. If someone can really fully grasp the laws, they will definitely be able to change the world. Martial arts will have a transformative impact. By that time, the realm of the Martial Saint will no longer be the pinnacle of martial arts, and magicians will no longer be able to suppress warriors of the same level..."
After a pause, he shook his head slightly, "But that's okay. If you really start to study this Dou Qi circulation channel, I can only choose to kill you now."
Damn it! Sure enough... Tang En's heart trembled when he heard this, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and he was throbbing. Of course, on the surface, he still looked shocked and surprised: "Uh... why?"
Wooding was magnanimous: "Because it's too dangerous! You should know that although this internal circulation channel has extremely promising prospects, at the moment, it is just an empty dream. This cannot be explored in one or several generations. Road. Now you just put out some semi-finished products, and in this short period of time, you can make countless warriors crazy. But who knows that they will not lose their reason like that poor painter, and eventually die for no reason? "
This is the problem. In the eyes of Wooding, who cares about Bran, the fighting energy circulation channel in Tang En's hand is both a thing of change and the source of chaos.
The key to this is that this passage is incomplete, just a semi-finished product with unknown dangers. And it is impossible for Tang En to tell the news that he has mastered the complete channel. In fact, there are indeed problems with the channels of those warriors outside. As long as Tang En is willing, he can create countless madmen in the world in an instant...
This is an irreconcilable problem, and we must face certain choices.
"Understood." Tang En nodded, narrowed his long eyes, and looked at Wooding calmly, "What do you mean..."
"You can choose any three books of any martial arts and mental method in our sect. But... you must hand over all the fighting energy channels in your body." Wooding's tone was equally calm, calm and decisive, and the mountains will not move!
After Tang En heard this, he was silent for a while, then raised his head: "What if I don't pay?"
…………(To be continued.)