Indeed, with Tang Long's current strength, even if he was a genius, it would be impossible for him to come into contact with things of this level.

Because, he is involved in things at this level, and he can't even be qualified as cannon fodder.

But do you say that Hei Lao took Tang Long to send him to death? This argument also does not make sense.

Hei Lao needs to use such troublesome means to get Tang Long? It's even funnier than a joke.

Therefore, Hei Lao's actions are a little confusing.

But now, it's useless to speculate, after all, Tang Long was saved by Hei Lao, and it is also a default thing for him to follow Hei Lao.

Jian Fei and No. 1 couldn't discuss a result, and no matter what era it was, life still had to go on.

Where to go next? Hmm, let's take a trip to the Iron Blood City first! In winter, it's time to go to Zhengjing.

This time, the road of the god of war won't be simple, right? Jian Fei felt that he should also move his muscles.

Yes, he is also going to participate in the Path of the God of War.

I just don't know, will the Nine Great City Lords return by that time?

**

Harbor of Darkness, Island District.

The true island area does not just refer to the large island of Dark Island, but also includes many small islands around Dark Island.

In the island area, people with average skills live in a separate house on the island.

Those who are more capable can own a small island on their own.

Butterfly Wing Island is a small island belonging to the Dark Isle, and as its name suggests, this small island is shaped like a butterfly wing, and it looks like it is about to fly.

Butterfly Island is beautiful, it has two opposite each other, not too low hills, the mountains are rich in vegetation, stretching all the way to the sea.

The coastline is not short, and it is rare that most of this coastline is sandy beaches composed of fine sand.

Placed in a pre-civilization, this is definitely a niche and top-notch tourist destination.

But this is the Purple Moon Era, and it is an island that belongs to Hei Lao.

Hei Lao's home is on the left flank of the two hills on this island, occupying an entire mountain.

The main body of the building is made up of a special, large seashell, but the main building is a large ship made of wood.

From a distance, Hei Lao's home looked like a big ship surrounded by a pile of shells.

At this time, the black old man was sitting in the bow of the huge ship building, and beside him was a servant who had accompanied him for nearly thirty years, a fat cook who looked strong.

The old man sat here basking in the sun, and the cook sat beside her, peeling a very delicious but unusually hard fish.

She sharpened carefully, each fillet from her hand was evenly oval, and each slice was thin enough for the sun to shine through.

If you don't want to chew, put it in your mouth and sip it slowly, and there is a feeling of salty fragrance in the sweetness.

It is perfect for accompaniment to wine.

However, cutting this fish is hard work, and there is not enough strength, so if you want to cut off a trace of meat from this fish, if you cut it indiscriminately, it will destroy the texture of the fish itself, and the taste will be much worse.

Nature is always magical, and even a piece of fish has a hidden mystery.

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

This reminds him of the most embarrassing years of his youth, when he had no money to buy snacks, so he took a pickled sea red grass, drank a glass, and took two sips of sea red grass, which can be regarded as a wine accompaniment.

Time flies so fast.

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

Coming soon... He's leaving, and this era is going to be turbulent again? Who knows? The emperor's life is bound to be turbulent.

But where is the emperor? Maybe you're still playing in the mud somewhere unknown? Or maybe he's.... Tang Ling?

At this time, the fat cook sliced another plate of fish fillets and put it next to Hei Lao.

After processing the fish fillet, she was also ready to quickly dispose of the black silver shell in her hand by Hei Lao's side.

Many people will pronounce the black-veined silver shell (qiao) as the black-veined silver shell (ke), but the fat chef is a particular person, how can such a precious ingredient be mispronounced? I feel that the ingredients with the wrong name are also disrespectful to the owner.

Thinking of this, the fat chef was a little proud, and the movements in her hands were even faster.

The most particular thing about the cooking of the black veined silver shell is that it is fresh, and it is best to be alive when it is thrown into boiling water.

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

However, there is a black thread in the meat of the black silver shell, and if it is not cleaned before eating, its flesh will be filled with a bitter taste, but if it is pulled out, it will almost immediately die.

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

How to deal with it? What is particular is a quick word! Pry open the shell as fast as possible, and then grasp the end of the black thread with the fastest and most delicate technique, pull it out like lightning, and throw it into the boiling hot water at once before the last contraction of the black-veined silver shell before death.

Such a black-veined silver shell has neither a fishy smell nor a bitter taste.

As long as the boiling water blanches its tender flesh, takes it out, and sprinkles a handful of purple shallots with the best taste in the Purple Moon Era, it is a supreme delicacy.

The fat cook did a lot of work, because the old master didn't hide anything from her, including that he was going to leave the Dark Harbor for a short period of time, and he didn't know if he could come back smoothly?

The second half of the sentence was automatically ignored by the fat cook, the old master was leaving, and before leaving, she must try her best to cook all kinds of old master's favorite wine and dishes, and she just had to wait for the rest.

She firmly believed that it was the same as before, waiting for the old master to return one day, and then said to her: "Hot pot wine, you can watch the side dishes." ”

A plate of black-veined silver shells that exuded supreme deliciousness was processed.

The fat cook gave it to Hei Lao, but she found that Hei Lao didn't seem to have much appetite, unlike before, as soon as the black silver shell was served, she was in a hurry to twist it and quickly suck it into her mouth.... Not even the plate of fillets was moved.

"Master, unappetizing?" The fat cook frowned, and her facial features were almost crowded together.

"No, I'm going to invite someone to drink and eat. You serve these two to Tang Long, with a pot of snail coconut wine. Then, make me another one, I'm hungry. I couldn't help it with my saliva coming out. The old black man smiled.

"But he doesn't eat." The fat cook shrugged her nose and said with some dissatisfaction.

She hates the guy who spoils the food the most.

"It's okay, just take it away. Tell him that he is leaving, just tomorrow. You have to drink some wine and eat some food. The black old man said slowly.

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

"Three days ago, I said there are seven days at most. However, I didn't say how many days it would be at the earliest. It's time to set things up faster than you think, so let's get going. Speaking of this, Hei Lao took a sip of wine: "I hope that I will go early and return early." ”

"Okay, go early and come back early. I'll bring the food and drinks. The fat cook seemed to have been greatly comforted, and the tears in her reddened eyes slowly disappeared.

She brought the food and drinks to Tang Long's room.

And the black old man drank cup after cup on the infinitely beautiful sunset in this dark port....

An hour later.

The fat chef remade the fish fillets and black-veined silver shells, and the black old man finished eating.

My favorite snail coconut wine also drank two small jars.

The strength has reached his point, even if the fat chef makes 100 times more portions, Hei Lao can eat it.

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

However, when he got to the point where he was old, he also understood that some things were just right, and they were too much.

Therefore, I don't know if this trip to the ancestral temple of mankind is considered an over-the-top behavior?

Thinking about it, Hei Lao had already paced to Tang Long's room...

It was a fine room in the Black Boss's huge house, and when you opened the window, you could see the whole Dark Island, and the hull area high on the edge of the cliff.

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

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

Messy papers could be seen on the floor, on the table, and everywhere you could see in this room.

The paper is written with Chinese characters, the words are clean, powerful and restrained, and I feel that seeing the words is like seeing Tang Long.

As for the content of the Buddhist scriptures of the pre-civilization, it is the original of the black old treasure.

At this time, Tang Long was sitting in the house, the wine was drunk, and the dishes were finished.

"Willing to eat and drink?" Hei Lao walked to the window, opened the curtains, and kicked the window open.

The soft red light of the setting sun spilled into the room and sprinkled on Tang Long's handsome face, as if it had plated a layer of light for him.

Young people, it's still good after all.

With such emotion, Hei Lao sat opposite Tang Long.

"Well, it tastes good." Tang Long raised his head and looked at Hei Lao, showing a rare smile.

"Why are you suddenly willing to eat and drink?"

"Because I'm leaving tomorrow, I suddenly feel like I want to have a meal worth remembering before I die. Once, didn't care about these tastes. Tang Long raised his eyebrows and smiled again: "Wine, I don't drink it anymore." Later, I drank it, and I didn't know what it tasted like, but I only remembered my own sadness. ”

"You don't have to die." The Black Elder shook his head.

"You didn't hide it from me, what are the chances of surviving?" Tang Long was calm and calm.

"It seems that you have copied the Buddhist scriptures for a few days, and your heart has calmed down a lot." Hei Lao didn't deny it, just looked at the room full of papers.

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

"I'm leaving tomorrow, is there anything else I want to do in this Dark Port?" The black elder's gaze suddenly deepened.

"Yes, I want to go out. Trouble the black veteran to send me to the deck area. Tang Long stood up.

"I'll tidy it up and let's go." Seeing people neatly and cleanly is a habit that Tang Long can't change.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The black elder nodded in agreement.