Zi heard him ask this, but Huang Guanzi was not in a hurry to answer. He also smiled, took a roasted strip and handed it to Donghai-kun, but he didn't let go: "Your Majesty-"

Donghaijun stretched out his hand to take it. With just one look, he tore off a piece of fish with his teeth. Chew it carefully for a while and swallow it: "I said it." Nothing. There are no other taboos. ”

Taste it again, frown at him slightly: "Good taste." You only use salt to taste......"

Huang Guanzi twisted his beard: "It's important to be in a hot temperature." The fish meat is tender, and the fine-scale meat is more tender. This kind of ingredient is eaten as a fresh and tender one. The ordinary method may be violent to destroy the heavens, so the real fire of the painting is used to cook. ”

"The painting road has no root fire, not like ordinary firewood. Although there is no special aroma, it does not affect the aroma of the fish itself. Three times hotter than ordinary fire—the skin of this fish burns first when it sees fire. The juice at the bottom is locked in the meat and can't escape. ”

Then turn the heat to a simmer, bake it until it is medium-cooked, and sprinkle it with salt so that the water does not come out. When you eat it, you have both the burnt aroma on the outside and the tenderness on the inside, so it is naturally delicious. ”

When he said this, he also took a tail and ate it himself. After tasting two sips, he said, "Your Excellency is right. This is the means of drawing the Tao. The gentleman asked, I guess—"

"It's Mu Nanju's people who have arrived today. ”

Donghaijun twisted the bamboo branch and looked at him: "Hmm." ”

But nothing else was said.

Huang Guanzi smiled again: "As I expected." There are so many things happening in the East China Sea, how can Mu Nanju, who has always wanted to compete with our Freemasonry, not move. I'll guess again - the master of Mu Nanju is also coming, right?"

Donghaijun tore the fish meat with his hands at this time. One by one, steaming. Hearing this, he said "um" again: "What do you think, sir?"

"In my opinion...... Your Majesty must not have believed that man's words. But I was still a little unhappy in my heart, so I came to find peace of mind. Huang Guanzi laughed, "Then give you a peace of mind." The person who came should be using the master of Mu Nanju as a bargaining chip. He claimed that if the king cooperated with him, he would not spread the news. But in fact, this news will be released anyway - if he is really from Mu Nanju and wants to pretend to be my messenger. ”

"Don't kill him for the time being. Tonight, I'll confront him personally—will you?"

Donghai-kun was stunned and realized that he was asking about fish.

The fish is small, and this big demon only picks up the fat and tender meat to eat. Listening to Huang Guanzi say these few words, he has unconsciously eaten the plump places on both sides.

He said "ah" and waved his hand: "Sir, use it." ”

got up again: "In that case, don't disturb the interest of Mr." See you in the evening. ”

Huang Guanzi didn't get up, only bowed slightly.

So the Dragon King of the East China Sea left, and silence returned to the courtyard.

The rootless fire burns faintly. Huang Guanzi slowly ate the one in his hand. He eats very carefully, not sparing every bit of tender meat. After eating one, it seemed that he was still unsatisfied, but he didn't eat it anymore. Take the remaining one off the fire, flick your fingers, pop a pit in the fire, and throw the fish into it. He also took the one that Donghaijun had put on the table, threw it in, and buried it.

After doing all this, he got up and walked to the bamboo fence in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

By this time it was getting late. From the edge of this hedge, you can see the sea through the sparse thin bamboo. The sky above the sea was a dull yellow, and the sunset burned brilliantly.

He looked at it for a moment and sighed softly.

"Alas. ”

......

......

When the sunset burned out and the bright moon appeared in the sky, Huang Guanzi turned around.

He began to walk through the courtyard, each step prioritizing. It looks like the Yubu of the Xuanmen, but the inside is completely different. The Xuanmen monks couldn't see the doorway, and the demons couldn't see it. But those who know how to draw should be able to see the clues-

He's painting with a pace. It's just like what Li Yunxin did after he first saw Qiao's dart team's convoy and was taken captive into the forest by the swordsmen—he used a very secret method to use the method of painting to obtain some kind of magical power.

The practice lasted for a quarter of an hour. Huang Guanzi stopped.

After standing still for a while, he said as if talking to himself, "Here comes the man." ”

After a while: "It won't be long. Donghai-kun doesn't look smart, but he's actually very cautious. I look at it here, but there are actually quite a few prohibitions. I'm taking a risk now. ”

- Someone he was talking to.

"The purpose of her visit to the East China Sea is unknown. But it should be here to help Li Yunxin. Li Yunxin ......"

He paused to listen for a while: "His purpose is not clear. But judging by what happened before, he should just want to live. The times forced him to swim against the current...... At the beginning, I wanted to find a real dragon as a backer. It turns out that this backer is unreliable, and now it's time to save himself - he doesn't care about us. ”

That's what they said over there. It seems like a lot to say.

But Huang Guanzi's face was expressionless, calm as water. He listened and said, "He is available." Yes. That's what I'm thinking about now, and I'm doing it. ”

"Hmm. It must have been a coincidence – he and I are doing the same thing these days. For the past year, I've been trying to provoke Tokai-kun to fight with other dragons. But he always hesitated. Now that Li Yunxin is here, he and I are both rigid and soft - he is not as polite as me to Donghai Jun, and now this water demon is almost obedient to me. ”

The people over there spoke. I don't say much, it should be only three or four sentences.

Huang Guanzi's face finally had an expression, and he frowned slightly: "Is this appropriate? This time I survived and grew my skills again...... I'm afraid that no one will be able to restrain him anymore. ”

Every once in a while.

He sighed helplessly: "There is a saying that should not be said by subordinates. But...... It's hard to chew too much. ”

This time there was even less to say, and there seemed to be only one sentence.

Huang Guanzi shook his head and turned around. Rubbing the ground with your hands and feet behind your back, as if you want to wipe away some marks, as if you are thinking about something while wiping. Then he sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, closed his eyes and exhaled refining qi.

The practitioner's breath is extremely long. His cultivation should also be considered profound, and it will be even longer—nearly a quarter of an hour at a time. After ten breaths, there was the sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. Huang Guanzi opened his eyes and saw the little colonel next to Donghaijun carrying a white paper lantern, squinting his eyes and smiling at him: "Sir." The king instructed that the gentleman should be interrogated and the spy caught in the afternoon, the last general, would accompany the gentleman. ”

Huang Guanzi opened his eyes, and a light flashed: "Ah, the last general?"

The little colonel grinned: "The king said that when the sea is calmed, he will ask the little one to be General Fubo." ”

Huang Guanzi also smiled: "What else did the king say?"

The little colonel made a gesture of please: "I will only command this matter for now—sir, that spy is bold." Dare to say that Mr. is a fake. Tut. I see that he is only a mortal, and he dares to call himself a messenger of Freemasonry......"

While babbling like this, he guided Huang Guanzi away.

When the two of them saw the self-proclaimed Freemason's Samurai Song again, the latter was already unrecognizable.

He must have been tortured. There were no wounds and no blood. However, the skin turns blue-purple, like an unripe plum. The subcutaneous swelling, as if a needle poked can drain juice or pus.

He was imprisoned in a water prison. Except for the staircase that runs down from the side of the entrance close to the wall, there is seawater. Half of the samurai song was soaked in the seawater, like a sauce radish.

The little colonel lifted the lantern, took a picture at the entrance, and said proudly: "The thief is not ashamed, I have taught my husband a lesson." Now the gentleman can ask - I will stand for the gentleman. ”

In the afternoon, Huang Guanzi said to Donghaijun that the two could confront each other. It seems that now the two of them are really called to "confront". The little school claimed that he had "taught a lesson", but he was afraid that he would call Huang Guanzi to ask after he was tortured to extract a confession. But this kind of thing is also the proper meaning of the question, and Huang Guanzi doesn't take it to heart.

He nodded slightly, and walked down the wet stone steps to see the martial artist's song.

The visitor, who called himself an emissary, could not have imagined that he would end up where he is now—he had only landed on the island for three hours, and he was still in a water prison before he became a guest. Where is the torture method of demons that mortals can withstand? If it weren't for the fact that there were mortals on the island in the past, I am afraid that they would have died a long time ago.

Now his arms are hanging from the wall, his head hanging weakly. But the eyes on the blue and purple face were bright, like two stars in a dim prison.

Seeing Huang Guanzi walking down the stone steps, he stared at him, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "Hehe...... Hehehehe...... You're the ...... Masonic emissary? Hmm? Do you think you're a Freemason?"

Huang Guanzi looked at him calmly for a moment and sighed. He turned his face back and said to the colonel, "The general's hand is too heavy." I'm afraid that this person has lost his mind. ”

With that, he walked over with his feet up. Wherever it passed, the water waves seemed to be ironed out and became like a mirror. Walked up to Samurai Song in six steps and nodded at the wall. The shackles and chains snapped unfastened, and the man's body fell. Huang Guanzi stretched out his hand to hold it, and then gestured into the void at will, and two yellow turban wrestlers appeared.

Two wrestlers lifted a small top. Huang Guanzi put the martial arts song up, only to take a step back and sigh: "You are just a mortal. has withstood such means, and still calls himself a messenger of Freemasonry, and he is also iron-clad. Alas...... That's fine. Looking at your backbone, let me ask you. ”

"If it were really someone I would, but I came here on my own initiative—because of my brotherhood in the same boat, I would have kept you safe from the East China Sea. If not, but someone from Mu Nanju, I will also give you a good time. ”

As soon as his voice fell, the martial artist Song stood up and sneered again and again: "Hehe...... Hehe...... The method you just used was to paint the Dao, right!?The people of Mu Nanju claim to paint the Holy Old Division-do you think I don't recognize it?!"

Huang Guanzi smiled. While leading the two yellow turban wrestlers to follow him, he said, "Brother." If you're really one of my will, you can't prove your innocence in this way. Do you know, Xin Xiliu?"

Wu Jiasong stared at him, and stopped talking-it seemed to know, but he was worried that the other party was lying to him, so he stopped talking.

Huang Guanzi didn't care. continued: "Xin Xiliu is the person I will—if you really say you are, you should know. Doesn't she have the means to paint the Tao? Mu Nanju claims to be a saint in the old department, and we should learn this skill. I ask you, since you say that you are a messenger of Freemasonry, which of the elders do you inherit?"

By the time I got there, I had already walked up the steps. Xiao Xiao originally thought that he was going to be tortured, but he saw that he had taken people out, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Huang Guanzi also smiled at him: "You go and report to Donghaijun." Let's just say that I have my own way to distinguish the truth from the false—tomorrow morning, I will send this person to the palace in its entirety and send it to the king. ”

The little colonel was stunned and said embarrassedly: "But the king has ordered it...... Commanded ......"

Huang Guanzi smiled and sighed: "Okay." Did you command you to watch every step of the way, lest this man might cause me a violent attack?"

Xiao Xiao nodded hurriedly: "Exactly." After that, he realized that it was a stupid thing to say, and smiled wryly. But Huang Guanzi didn't care: "Then let's follow." This friend—I asked you which elder you are, and why don't you speak?"

The two conjured yellow turban wrestlers carried the samurai ode as if they were walking on the ground, without even a little bump. But this martial artist still had a few hard breaths when he was tortured in the water, and when he got to this, he was more comfortable, but he also looked even weaker. I was stunned for a long time before I said, "Don't want to get it out of my mouth-"

Huang Guanzi laughed again. It didn't look like he was interrogating a prisoner: "That's a good excuse." I can't answer anything, I just say that I'm worried that I'm going to trick you, so I don't mention it. But have the guests forgotten their own situation - now it is not you who judge me, but I judge you. You call yourself my messenger, and you have to come up with something that convinces me. ”

"My Freemasons used to have hundreds of elders and dozens of apostles, and there were no counts in the human world. A few days ago, there was another big change, and many dots and lines were broken. Even if I want to find out where you come from, it's hard to find out. You're the same attitude again—"

By the time he said this, he was out of Hell. Then he turned to look at Wu Jiasong: "I can't protect you even if I want to." Think about which elder you inherited and who you are doing now. If he can't answer, he will die in the temple tomorrow. ”

Wu Jiasong stared at him. But this time it didn't look like he was angry, but he was confused.

"You ......," he said hesitantly, "you...... Is it really someone I will?"

"Name a name. Just know if I'm or not. ”

While the two of them were talking, the little colonel was listening. It's not rushing, it's not rushing. And it seems that every sentence and every expression has been memorized. He stared at the samurai song, as if he wanted to "see" the words out of his mouth.

After about three breaths, Wu Jia Song finally gritted his teeth: "Mulian Dao people." ”

Huang Guanzi smiled: "Oh." It's him. ”

"The Mulian Daoist is a lineage of Bingxu Cave Heaven, and there are three disciples under his seat. Two of them are my people, and one is unaware. I've never heard of any worldly involvement—...... you?"

Wu Jiasong's eyes widened: "The first disciple of the Mulus Dao people is a prosperous immortal - it is he who introduced me to the guild, and the Mulus Dao people are my ancestors......! Is it really someone I will?!"