Chapter 502 – Roast Chicken and Wine

It was a flash of fire.

But it seems to be the early morning light at the dawn of the night in the landscape painting painted by Song Zhixuan.

The sword-wielding tattooed man felt only a pain in his head, and then he fainted, and was carried in the hands of a bald young man like a chicken. The bald young man looked at the black-haired young man in front of him suspiciously, just now he obviously felt a nasty aura here, but it suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that this person is emanating it?

The bald young man looked at the tattoo in his hand suspiciously, and threw it out like garbage. With his strength, this person would have to pass out for at least a day and a night before waking up.

He looked at the black-haired young man and felt that even in such a place, this person was like a fire roast chicken that was not afraid, and this kind of momentum was very good for him. He strode over, and for some reason the black-haired young man's early preparation disappeared after the bald young man arrived, so he let the bald young man come to the side of the firewood.

"Brother, isn't it extremely boring to eat meat alone?

............

Xiao Hu's gaze moved away from the firewood and the oily chicken, and landed on the shiny bald head.

The eyes as deep as an ancient well, under the vicissitudes of life, were full of curiosity.

He traveled thousands of miles to come here, naturally not to kill people, nor to eat roast chicken.

He cultivated a peerless study of the secret transmission of the Corpse Pattern Dao, which was the method of deduction. The method of observing the stars and the moon and knowing the destiny of heaven, it is hard to imagine that the Corpse Pattern Dao, a genre that gives people a sense of trickery, has such a magnificent Great Dao Method.

Maybe it's because the realm is not there, he can only feel it, but he can't fully spy on the heavens.

He only knew that thousands of miles away in the extreme western desert, there was his chance. So he came, and saw this empty room, where all the treasures had been removed, and this was where his chance was. So he came again, and he looked at it, but he didn't see any clue.

So when he was hungry, he made a fire and roasted chickens here.

Then, his fate came.

Xiao Hu imagined that maybe it was a divine weapon buried in the dust, or maybe it was a peerless inheritance that was not discovered.

But he never imagined that he would be a living person.

And this person saved his life in one spot.

Although Xiao Hu had the ability to kill the tattooed man with one blow, the bald young man didn't know it. The strange bald young man just saw it and saved it. Not to mention the life-saving thing, but only arrogantly proposed a deal for wine for meat.

This kind of getting along is very real.

Xiao Hu liked it very much.

With a sincere smile on his face, how could there be half a haze?

"I'm very happy, I just hope that your hand is good wine, otherwise it will waste my roast chicken." 」

When Xu Yan heard this, he felt that this person was really very good about his character, and then laughed heroically: "Wine is naturally good wine. 」

He waved his hand casually, but Xiao Hu's eyes flashed with surprise. With his status and status, as long as the treasures he likes in the Black Cheng Tower, he can take them at hand. He naturally saw that what Xu Yan was wearing on his wrist was the ancient space magic weapon Colorful Divine Ring, which was said to be a treasure that could contain a heaven and earth.

But Xu Yan didn't shy away from it, put a jar of wine on the ground, and slapped open the mud seal.

For a while, this small room was filled with the aroma of meat and wine.

Xiao Hu took the wine jar handed by Xu Yan and drank it with his head up.

The aroma of wine is overflowing, and the drunkenness of 100 days is very strong, but it is not uncomfortable. It is a wine with an extremely rich aroma and mellow nature, and you can feel that a hundred flavors fill your throat, and when you pour the liquor, you will drink a hundred flavors into your stomach.

It's an extraordinary sense of fulfillment, and it's really refreshing!

"It's really good wine. Xiao Hu showed a look of amazement, although he was the Holy Son, but the food in the tower was too poor. How could he not be amazed and moved by the fact that he had drunk such a fine wine at this moment?

"But the idea of using my daughter's red as the base wine? 」

Xu Yan's eyes lit up: "Ouch, it seems that he is a person who understands wine. Xu Yan seemed to have met a bosom friend, and he unreservedly said the skills of 100 days of drunken brewing. While the two were communicating, the roast chicken was cooked and fragrant, and the tender chicken was paired with fine wine, and this cold place didn't seem to be so uncomfortable.

As the two of them talked, their eyes showed surprise.

Xu Yan was a person who had read through the scrolls, especially when he realized that the scrolls he had read had been stolen from the Cloud Series Book Pavilion in Yunfu, he knew even more about their rarity. But the black-haired young man in front of him obviously looked ordinary, but he always spoke amazingly.

And his knowledge is extremely extensive, even if Xu Yan says all kinds of different volumes, he has read them. Even some of the essays, travelogues, and dramas in the collection of the volume, he took the topic lightly. Of course, Xu Yan didn't expect that most of the people who appeared here were cultivators.

If you are a practitioner, you may have a fight.

But at this moment, the two of them have a tacit understanding and don't even say a word, and they don't even have any arguments about various cultivations, just chatting casually, eating meat and drinking wine, but it has a different flavor.

............

In the Chibi Road, a group of people held torches in their hands, illuminating the gloomy road.

The two were in the middle, one holding a wide long knife in his hand, and the other walking calmly behind him.

These two people are Xu Sheng and Li Mad .

"Boss, this is it! it's the most sensitive here!" one of them shouted.

Li Mad glanced at Xu Sheng silently, but found that Xu Sheng was just staring ahead in a daze.

Ahead was a huge wall, blocking the road. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a dead end. But the wall of this dead end has a stone painting. If it were Xu Yan, Jin Qianji, Xiao Hu or Mengshi, who had read through the volume, they would definitely see it at a glance.

In the center of the painting is a ball of flowers like fire. The flowers are so radiant that they fill almost the entire body of the painting, representing its holiness and supremacy. But if you look closely, you can see a figure behind the flower.

A big hand can cover the sky and the earth, and the middle finger and thumb are pinched, as if the supreme spark is between the fingers.

In the lower right corner of the stone painting, it is dark, as if it has been swallowed by the years.

This is a very famous drama painting in the collection - [Buddha Bestows the World Fire Picture].

This drama was painted thousands of years ago, when Buddhism was still alive in the world, and it is a story that stands in the Buddhist scriptures. Legend has it that when the heavens and the earth first opened, there was no flame in the world, and human beings lived a life of drinking blood. The Buddha had mercy on the world and gave a drop of blood to the world.

When that drop of holy blood fell from the heavenly realm to the human world, it turned into flames, taught mankind how to use fire, and opened up the wisdom of the people.

Of course, this ancient myth has become a legend in today's era, and has also evolved into folk drama.

It can be said that such a stone painting appears here, which can be said to be very normal.

But Xu Sheng looked at the stone painting and was fascinated, but his heart was hot.

He has been planning and strategizing for decades, gathering Li Mad and others to this place where birds don't. It's for today. No one noticed that an ordinary stone bead held in his palm was emitting black gas at this moment.

This black air faintly resonates with the shadows that gradually devour the corners of the stone paintings.

That's the power he's been perceiving.

The power to change one's life against the odds.