Why fourteen pages?
Goethe smiled, and the chanting of "Flying snow all over the sky, shooting white deer, laughing at the book of the hero leaning on the green mandarin duck" seemed to echo in his ears, with both Xiao Xiami's baseball punches and Dongfang Moming's drunken stick.
besides……
An lingering yearning in my heart.
Fairy tales for adults are also fairy tales.
This is where dreams begin.
There, everyone is like a chosen person, full of courage, studying hard, gaining friendship, having love, being honest, bathing in the light, never giving up hope, and maintaining a pure heart.
There are the men of Yan and Zhao who are generous and singing tragic songs.
There is the unbridled romance of Ten Miles of Red Makeup.
There are heroes who come with their own sound system as soon as they appear.
There is a swordsman who can unsheathe his sword and destroy all the martial arts in the world.
There are also some playful and mischievous knights who are the least like knights.
Too many.
Goethe sat there just thinking, and a trance appeared in front of his eyes.
After a moment, he smiled.
“Maybe I like it.”
He said softly, returning to his 'hometown' again, back to those holiday afternoons, lying on the bed reading a book.
"like?"
"A unique quirk."
Zote was puzzled, but did not ask any further questions.
Who doesn’t have a special hobby?
It's not something that harms the world.
Yes, then yes.
"Let's go fishing together after that? I've been picking up paper and bottles for three months and finally saved enough money for a fishing rod."
Zot suggested.
"Try the C22H30N6O4S I told you about first. If it doesn't work, then I'll go fishing with you."
Goethe suggested sincerely.
Zot rolled his eyes.
He could hear the irony in Goethe's words.
After that, Zote didn't say anything. He sat on the stool, leaned against the table, closed his eyes slightly, and took a quiet rest - he didn't rest for the whole afternoon and was always busy.
He needs to prepare something.
Just in case.
So, these things cannot be known to others.
This is something that consumes both mental and physical energy.
Of course, it also costs money.
He, Zote, has no money.
Therefore, he didn't plan to give any money.
This again increases the difficulty.
Alas, life is not easy, Zote sighed.
However, when Zhao She came back with the food box, Zote's eyes lit up.
The strong aroma of ginseng made the chairman of the Green Vine City's 'Unlimited Fighting Tournament' safety committee sit up straight.
“Fish maw, ginseng and free-range chicken congee!”
Zot blurted out.
"Yes, Mr. Zote, there are also black bean chicken feet, spare ribs, blanched choy sum, stir-fried beef, stir-fried clams with scallion oil, stir-fried beef noodles, pot stickers and shrimp dumplings."
Zhao She spoke as he took food out of the food box.
Unlike Guangfu Tea House which specializes in dim sum.
This restaurant is more adept at cooking.
Especially the fried clams with scallion oil, which really caught Goethe's attention.
The scallion oil and high heat drive away the fishy smell of the clams, while retaining the freshness to the greatest extent, especially the oil condensed on the clams with their mouths open, which is very tempting.
When you put it in your mouth, there is no longer that stimulating feeling of stir-frying and spiciness.
Goethe couldn't help but eat two more bites.
Zote has a special liking for pot stickers, which are stuffed with leeks and eggs. The pot stickers have a crispy outer skin and a salty and fragrant filling. The crunching sound when they enter the mouth whets your appetite.
The female swordsman stood beside Goethe and served him porridge.
In the evening, the cold face of the female swordsman was slightly flushed. Her hand holding the sword was already slender and powerful, and at this moment, it was even more steady. She asked softly, "Can the porridge be warmed?"
"Um."
Goethe nodded slightly with a smile on his face.
Zote on the side smacked his lips.
The chairman of the Green Vine City's 'Unlimited Fighting Tournament' Safety Committee suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant.
I miss home even more.
Although the food his wife cooked was not tasty, the rice was often half-cooked, and he couldn't tell the difference between sugar and salt, he still wanted to go home for dinner.
Zot stood up.
"I'm going home."
Having said these words, Zote turned and left.
However, after taking only two steps, he turned around and asked Zhao She.
"Does Butler Zhao have any extra food?"
An embarrassed smile appeared on Zot's face.
"Of course, I prepared several extra copies."
As the number of people in the boxing gym increased, Zhao She, as the housekeeper, of course had to take care of everything.
"I'll give it to you."
"No, no, I brought a plastic bag."
Zhao She picked up a food box with both hands and handed it over. Zote waved his hands repeatedly and skillfully took out five plastic bags from his pocket. He packed the food one by one. After thanking Zhao She with a bow, he said to Goethe: "There will be news at the latest tomorrow morning."
After saying that, Zote hurried home.
The porridge tastes bad when it's cold.
Going home is a belief.
Eating is a belief.
Not eating the meals cooked by his wife, bringing back delicious food and sharing it with his wife, is just the survival instinct of middle-aged men after the combination of belief and faith.
There's nothing to be sad about.
Even less ridiculous.
At least, Goethe expressed his admiration.
"What does Zot's wife look like?"
The female swordsman said softly.
"The look of a lover."
Goethe answered softly, and then, before the female swordsman could react, he stared at her with a sharp gaze and continued, "Like me, you look like the stars, like the bright moon, and even more like the sun in my heart."
The female swordsman's face turned even redder.
He raised his hand and tapped Goethe lightly, then served him a bowl of porridge.
Hei Hu, who was sitting at another table, watched this scene silently, feeling indescribable envy in his heart. He held the porridge, blew it cool carefully, and then brought it to Lan Die's mouth.
"ah!"
Blue Butterfly opened her mouth wide, allowing Black Tiger's spoon to enter her mouth smoothly.
At the same time, he grabbed a shrimp dumpling and handed it to Hei Hu.
Hei Hu couldn't help but laugh.
This was a situation he had never dared to imagine before.
Now it appears.
It seems a little abrupt and even a little unreal.
"Blue Butterfly is like my goddess. Under normal circumstances, the goddess would never pay any attention to me, but when the goddess is stupid, she belongs to me... What if she gets better?"
The self-evident answer made Hei Hu frown.
Lan Die saw this, and with one hand she pulled apart Hei Hu's frown, and with the other hand she handed over the shrimp dumpling with more force.
"Eat, eat."
Blue Butterfly said.
Black Tiger immediately opened his mouth and ate the shrimp dumplings.
"tasty."
Hei Hu said with a smile.
Lan Die immediately grabbed another shrimp dumpling.
Zhao She sat on one side, watching this scene with a smile. He really liked the current situation.
Safe and not cold.
Mr. Wei was holding the porridge alone, scooping the spoon up and down. He looked at Heihu, who was feeling happy yet conflicted. Finally, he shook his head and chose to let Heihu make his own decision - things in the world are like this, only one knows whether the water is hot or cold after drinking it.
Others can never replace you.
Of course, what if you meet some tough people who want to replace others?
Just hit him hard.
After the forehand shot, shoot with the backhand.
My hand was really hurting, so I just kicked that bastard.
Don't have any psychological burden.
People like this who advise others to be kind without experiencing their own suffering usually deserve a beating.
When it rains, you have to stay away from him, lest God gets angry and strikes him with lightning, implicateing you too.
“Ahhhh!”
"My meal!"
"Why didn't you call me?!"
A moment later, a scream far louder than thunder was heard in the courtyard. Qin Huan'er, who had changed her clothes and was holding a little yellow dog, appeared in the courtyard. She did not care about the dog in her arms and rushed straight to the dining table.
"Miss Huan'er, I saved this for you."
"And these are the ones you guard."
Zhao She thoughtfully brought a food box.
Qin Huan'er immediately burst into laughter.
The six black-clad Qin family soldiers bowed in thanks.
However, after seeing his young lady wolfing down the food after opening the food box, his face was filled with worry.
Won't you get fatter?
If I gain more weight, my wife won’t blame me, right?
The six people were feeling uneasy, and the taste of the food became bland.
The dishes were emptied one by one.
Zhao She began to clean up the dishes, while Hei Hu and Qin Huan'er helped.
Mr. Wei began to show off his tea ceremony skills.
Lan Die'er held the little yellow dog and barked non-stop. The little yellow dog then started barking too. Immediately, Lan Die'er barked even louder, as if the two sides were communicating.
"My Lord, Madam, please have some tea."
Mr. Wei handed two cups of tea to Goethe and the female swordsman.
After that, it was time to pour tea for everyone else.
Didn't say much at all.
Mr. Wei is a smart man. He knows very well that he doesn't need to say anything more at this moment.
We just need to do our best to maintain the current situation.
His dream will come true.
“Nice tea.”
"Goethe, do you mind if I have a cup of tea?"
A voice was heard outside the boxing gym.
The six black-clad soldiers of the Qin family looked at the person in front of them with vigilance.
Muhei Cliff.
Someone from the 'Unrestricted Fighting Tournament' Security Committee Headquarters.
Moreover, the first meeting between the two parties was not pleasant.
Mu Heiya saw the vigilance of the six black-clad warriors of the Qin family and immediately laughed and bowed to apologize. However, the six black-clad warriors did not relax their vigilance. On the contrary, they kept their hands on their weapons.
Especially——
"mind."
Goethe's voice came.
Clang! Clang!
The six black-clad warriors of the Qin family drew their swords directly, assembled in battle formation, raised their shields, and pointed their swords directly at Mu Heiya.
Mu Heiya took several steps back, and after he had distanced himself from the two, a wry smile appeared on his face. He said again, "There are some misunderstandings between us. I am willing to make amends. In my collection, there is a weapon stained with the blood of the descendant of the Martial Saint..."
"Come on, have some tea."
Before Mu Heiya could finish his words, Goethe gave him the corresponding invitation.
The bitter smile on Mu Heiya's face became more and more intense.
After receiving Zote's call, Mu Heiya immediately realized that Goethe came prepared.
From the moment he was discovered in the morning but let go, Goethe was prepared.
What preparations?
Knock on the bamboo pole!
No!
To be precise, it is the lion's preparation to open its mouth wide!
Moreover, more importantly, no matter how big it is, the top leaders of the headquarters will try their best to fill it up, because... the 'Book of Heaven' is too important.
That is related to 'breaking the void' and 'immortality'!
According to the description of the descendants of the "Martial Saint".
The 'Book of Heaven' not only records the 'broken void' technique, but also records the 'method of immortality' !
Of course, both require extremely high qualifications.
Especially the former, it is one in a million!
The latter is easier, you only need to choose one out of a thousand!
This news is confirmed.
Because, it was not only the descendants of the "Martial Saint" who said this, the "Martial Saint's" eldest son, second son, third son and youngest daughter all left similar words.
As for how the senior members of the Security Committee knew about this?
Naturally, quite a lot of means were used.
Not very clever.
It can even be said to be disgustingly low.
But, the news was confirmed.
To break the void , all fighters want to do it.
Immortality is what everyone wants.
The 'seniors' of the Security Committee were naturally included in this. It could even be said that the 'seniors' of the Security Committee were the ones who hyped up the 'Book of Heaven' - there is no wall that is impenetrable.
When something grows unusually, it always attracts other people's attention.
What's more, these things already have an extraordinary owner.
Naturally, more people joined in.
Just like Goethe's search for something stained with the blood of the descendants of the "Martial Saint".
As Goethe's identity is exposed, he becomes increasingly powerful.
The prices of these things have also risen sharply.
The initial price for observation was 500w to 1000w, but some time ago, it has reached the level where one small target can be found by just looking at it, and two small targets can be found by just touching it.
Moreover, it will continue to rise!
Mu Heiya was confident that Goethe's achievements would spread .
This price will double again.
Of course, the event that truly exposed the secret of the "Heavenly Book" happened thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, in that battle with that group of people.
After the news of the 'Heavenly Book' containing the 'method of breaking the void' and the 'method of immortality' was finally known by one of the people in that group, it spread uncontrollably in a small area.
This made the 'high-level' members of the Security Committee extremely angry.
But not only did it not help, it also caused dissatisfaction among some bigwigs who were kept in the dark.
After that, many things happened.
Mu Heiya has experienced all these things.
Some made him angry.
Some made him feel heartbroken.
After going through so much, he made several wrong choices, and because of this, he lost the opportunity to become a senior executive.
But Muheiya, it doesn’t matter.
He chose the way he liked.
His heart was happy.
Recalling all these things, he walked up to Goethe, and at Goethe's smile, he picked up the teacup.
Tea, warm.
Bitter but sweet.
There was a slightly cool night breeze blowing past my ears.
Mu Heiya couldn't help but close his eyes.
After two or three seconds, he sighed, opened his eyes, and looked at Goethe who was still smiling.
"I have imagined countless times how we would meet again, but I never thought it would be like this."
Mu Heiya said this and sighed again.
Then the member from the Security Committee headquarters continued to ask.
"Is everything in your calculations?"
"no."
"She is an accident and the luck of my life."
Goethe shook his head affirmatively and looked at the female swordsman.
Mu Heiya was stunned.
He hadn't expected this answer at all.
It feels like punching cotton with all your strength.
wrong!
Not cotton!
There is dog food hidden in the cotton!
The member from the Security Committee headquarters took several deep breaths before adjusting his mindset.
Mu Heiya didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "How many weapons stained with the blood of the descendants of the 'Martial Saint' do you want to exchange for the fourteen pages of the Heavenly Book?"
The smile on Goethe's face grew even brighter.
He raised his right hand—
Two fingers raised.