Chapter 6 Strange Taoist

People are like weaving, and cars and horses are like dragons.

The night in Wuwang City is still prosperous.

The street was bustling with people, and the cold wind blew, but it was melted by people's enthusiasm, and I couldn't feel any coldness.

Wu Pengwei and Aoki and his party wandered around the street, hoping to find a restaurant and give up their stomachs.

Tie Zhuanlang and Chen Tian were embarrassed to come out together because of the shame of the competition, and they disappeared early.

"I said, brother, you are getting more and more powerful now. You actually finished Tie Zhulang and Chen Tian in less than half a minute. Although these two are bastards, their efforts are not ambiguous. Except for He Qianshui, they are the strongest among the three generations of disciples." Wang Heng came to Wu Pengwei and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Mr. Wu, these two guys are fierce, ruffian and full of ruffian. No one can control it in the mountain gate. Mr. Wu, you are really amazing. When they see you, they are like a mouse seeing a cat." Wang Qi also came over.

"Do you have it?" Wu Pengwei laughed dumbly.

Looking back to teach Tie Zhulang and Chen Tian a lesson, he opened the courtyard door, but saw Wang Heng and Wang Qi open their big mouths outside the door and stared at themselves, as if they had met immortals.

In fact, after entering the realm of martial soul, Wu Pengwei's bright eyesight can exert his strength. In the past, his eyesight was higher than his strength, and it was always difficult to exert some skills, especially when he saw the opponent's flaws. His body's reaction could not keep up with the results of the analysis in his mind, and he often missed a good opportunity.

It's just that the power of qi and blood has greatly increased, and the reaction is naturally much faster. In this way, the comparison is naturally much simpler in many cases.

But this is also limited to opponents whose level is lower than themselves. If the strength is equal, the competition will not be so easy.

At this time, a strong smell of wine and meat floated on the street, causing Wu Pengwei's index finger to move. He turned his head and saw a three-story restaurant jumping into his eyes.

"Tianxianju, the name is good, Aoki Hufa, do you think this one is good?" Wu Pengwei turned his head and asked.

Aoki, two meters away, looked dull and nodded slightly.

The restaurant is very clean. Although there are many guests, there is an elegant smell everywhere. The four of them went to the second floor with the second child and asked for a place by the window. Looking at the window, there was wine and delicious food, which is also a great joy in life.

After ordering a few dishes, Xiao Er brought tea to the four people, and then he was busy greeting other guests.

The four of them were bored and were laughing. At this time, two strange-behaved guys came from the restaurant.

"Brother, why do we come to such a high-end restaurant? I'm afraid it won't cost a small." The speaker was a fat man, not very old, but only 20 years old. He combed a high bun, wore a washed white robe, and took a dust brush of dust in his hand. His eyes were as small as mung beans, and his small mouth was as red as a cherry. He put it on a woman as the ultimate **, but unfortunately he was a man.

The young Taoist priest beside the fat man immediately gave him a shudder.

"Mom, you spend money and I spend money on it. There is no end to the nagging all the way."

The young Taoist priest was furious. His face was red and his teeth were white. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was beautiful, but the Taoist bun on his head was a little crooked, and his blue Taoist robe was also loose, with a sword inserted in his waist, pearly.

The fat man touched his head and grinned with pain: "Brother, you are swearing again. Taoist Lord doesn't like it."

"I don't like your head." The young Taoist priest grabbed the fat man's collar and gritted his teeth and said, "Listen, fat man, you can either sit and eat well for me or go back to the sect by yourself."

The fat man was also very angry. He wanted to be arrogant, but his stomach roared like thunder at this time. He was discouraged and could only sit on the chair like a meat ball.

Only then did the young Taoist priest feel satisfied. He put the long sword on his waist on the table and shouted downstairs, "Xiao Er, come up to the Taoist master."

Xiao Er went upstairs, bowed his waist and asked with a smile, "Two Taoist masters, what would you like?" There are good vegetarians in our store.

The young Taoist priest was furious. He patted the long sword on the table and shouted, "I don't eat vegetarian food, I only eat meat." He was extremely powerful, and his handsome face was angry, his eyes were spewing fire, his mouth was slanted, and he was a little fierce.

Xiao Er was so scared that he shut up, and the fat man beside him advised him kindly: "Brother, calm down, calm down."

The young Taoist priest said angrily, "What good dishes do you have? Tell me about it to the Taoist priest."

Xiao Er quickly said, "There is a good bass, which has just been caught from the banks of the Blue and Flower River. It is fat, fresh and tender, and Wuwang City is unique."

The young Taoist priest did not think about it: "Two fresh and fat ones."

The fat man beside him was worried: "Brother, I'm afraid this fish is expensive."

Xiao Er immediately connected his mouth: "Master Dao, this fish is not expensive, but only three coins of silver."

"Ah, three pieces of silver." The fat man was shocked, his stomach almost turned over the table, and his mung bean-sized eyes were wide open: "Brother, it's enough for me to spend two months."

The young Taoist priest was afraid of the table and stared, "Sill down, I won't spend your money."

The fat man suddenly covered his waist pocket and sat down.

The young Taoist priest asked again, "There is no other specialty except fish."

"Naturally, the best three-yellow asparagus chicken is delicious, no less than the perch in the river."

Before the young Taoist priest opened his mouth, the fat man beside him couldn't help grabbing words: "How much silver?"

"It's not expensive. This chicken is cut into foam with asparagus and fed with rice. It's a five-dolfed silver."

The fat man suddenly opened his mouth and wanted to exclaim. Suddenly, he felt that there was a murderous atmosphere. He turned his head and saw that the young Taoist priest was staring at him. His eyes were murderous. He closed his mouth sensibly, but the fat on his face trembled involuntarily, which was a sign of his heartache.

Every next dish is famous, and naturally it is expensive. The young Taoist priest doesn't care at all. With a wave of his big sleeves, the fat man on the side is bitter. Every time the dish is ordered, the fat on his face twitches, as if someone is poulting meat on his body.

When a table of dishes was served, the fat man's first sentence was to say with a sad face, "A lot of money."

These two Taoist priests are very interesting. Many of the nearby guests on the second floor covered their mouths and had fun, but they were afraid of the long sword of the young Taoist priest and did not dare to laugh too presumptuously.

Wu Pengwei and others beside him naturally found it quite interesting. Wang Qi looked at the table of dishes and sighed: "These two Taoist priests are luxurious enough. They eat enough ten taels of silver for a meal, which is enough for me to earn in a year."

Wang Heng is also curious: "I don't know where these two Taoist priests come from. They can have so much money."

Aoki, who has been silent for a long time, said at this time, "Look at the sword mark on their Taoist robes. That's the door emblem of the 'Zhengqing Daozong', one of the top ten schools of martial arts. I'm afraid these two are not the third generation disciples of Zhengyizong."

Wu Pengwei followed the sound and looked at it. Sure enough, in the lower right corner of the two-person Taoist robe, a pair of shoes were carved. There was a long sword on the shoes, and the logo was extremely unique and eye-catching.

Since it is the "Zhengqing Sect" which is one of the top ten schools of martial arts, Wu Pengwei and others are relieved. Zhengyi Sect has strong strength and is also a branch of the "Zheng Yi Sect" of today's state religion. The incense in the mountains is at its peak, and the disciples have a lot of money.

"These two are so young, I'm afraid their strength is average." Wang Heng looked at the appearance of these two people and didn't think so.

"The strength is average?" Aoki's eyes showed a cold light: "Look, what kind of sword does the young Taoist priest use?"

Wang Heng took a look and only felt that the sword was precious, the sword body was extremely long, and there was nothing strange about the rest. There was a little doubt for a moment.

"That's the weapon of the soul seal. It can't be used without the power of the martial soul." Wu Pengwei said lightly.

Aoki's eyes tightened, bowed his head to drink, and stopped talking.

Wang Heng was curious: "How do you know?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and shook his head without saying anything. He also had a good soul seal weapon in his arms. The soul seal weapon was born with a qi machine. There was a faint fierce air flowing out of the sword. The momentum was enough to be compared with the "blue water dragon blade" in his arms, and it was easy for a wise man to detect it.

Since entering the realm of martial soul, Wu Pengwei has been extremely sensitive to the flow of air machines.

At this time, Aoki said again, "Look at the fat man again. What's so strange about his sitting posture?"

Wang Heng turned his head again and looked at it. He only felt that the fat man sat elegantly, and his feet were not as cross-headed as the young Taoist priest. The big horse golden knife was stable.

"Master, I didn't see it." Wang Heng scratched his head and was a little embarrassed.

"Hmm." Aoki snorted coldly and seemed to be a little annoyed by the stupidity of the apprentice.

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "Look at the fat man's buttocks. In fact, he didn't touch the stool. He relies on the strength of his legs to support the weight of his body, and his upper body runs freely without any blockage. His kung fu is extremely good."

Wang Qi was also curious: "What does not sit on a stool have to do with the strength of kung fu? Isn't it enough to practice well?"

Aoki poured himself a glass of wine and said coldly, "It's not unusual for his legs to support his body, but his knees are bent and he can't borrow the ground, so it's difficult to maintain the balance of his body. He can only practice his leg strength, but he can't practice his qi machine. This fat man has practiced the earth skills to a high level. His lower body is like a mountain, and his upper body can move. For example, this proves that his power of qi and blood runs at will, at least it is the peak of high-level warriors, and his martial arts skills will not be bad.

Only then did the two of them suddenly feel that they looked at the two Taoist priests and felt like a master demeanor.

The two Taoist priests are extremely indecent. Even the fat man who originally ate a small mouthful of food changed his original intention when the young Taoist priest was eating. He ate in with a big mouthful of food, like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

Within a moment, the dishes on the table will be swept away.

The young Taoist priest burps, took a toothpick and picked up his mouth. He looked sideways at the fat man and said, "Brother, it's not my brother. I said you, life should be full of joy. You are like a miser all day long. You live in spring and autumn."

The fat man also touched his round stomach and sighed, "Brother, although enjoyment is important, silver is also very important. I am predestined to silver. I am happy when I see them. I feel comfortable when I can touch silver and sleep at night."

After saying that, the fat man touched the money bag in his waist again, like caressing his lover.

The young morale knot rolled his eyes.

The two were about to pay the bill when a woman's voice suddenly sounded downstairs: "Excuse me, shopkeeper, have you ever seen two Taoist priests come to your restaurant for dinner. One is fat and the other is thin, medium-sized, and the thin man also took a long sword."

The woman's voice was as crisp as a silver bell, which was very pleasant and spread to the upstairs.

But the two Taoist priests' faces changed as if they heard the devil's call, and they rose up at the same time. Unfortunately, the fat man's belly was too big. He overturned the table, and the dishes fell to the ground, making a lot of noise.

This movement is not as quiet as downstairs. The woman went upstairs, tall and graceful, and her long hair was as blue as the sea.

"It turned out to be her."

Wu Pengwei, who was drinking, also had a tight eye.