Calamity Crown

As the disciple of the seal master of 'Three Cups of Turannuo', Taifeng Lou not only got the true biography of this seal master, but also will inherit the position of master seal master one day in the future.

Therefore, the boss of Taifeng Building became more polite to Goethe and the female swordsman.

A businessman pays attention to harmony and wealth.

Even if he tries to avoid showing his face as much as possible, some habits of this big boss have become natural.

"Please, move up."

The owner of Taifeng Building turned around and raised his hand to signal.

"Lend your blessings."

Goethe clasped his hands again, walked up the steps side by side with the female swordsman, and entered Taifeng Building.

The shopkeepers of the big boss did not follow, but closed the door and waited quietly outside.

Go through the hall and go upstairs.

A strong aroma of wine came to the nostrils.

It is different from ordinary Huadiao wine.

The smell of this wine is even sweeter.

And full-bodied.

During the period, there was also a delicious smell of meat. Under the perfect balance of charcoal fire and oil, the taste made Goethe's eyes shine, and he instinctively quickened his pace.

Climb to the fifth floor, the door of the box is not closed.

On a huge round table, there were two people on the left and the right.

Both of them have gray hair, bare breasts, wine in one hand and meat in the other hand.

The wine is naturally aged Huadiao.

The meat is of course the roast goose from Taifenglou.

The two ate their mouths full of oil, and when they saw Goethe and the female swordsman coming up, the old man on the left raised his hand.

"Please."

Facing the invitation, Goethe was not polite. He took the female swordsman and sat aside, raised his hand to grab a roast goose, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

The roast goose is not cut into pieces, but the whole one.

The color is golden red with a touch of translucency.

And this is-

crisp!

Crunch!

The moment Goethe put the roast goose into his mouth, the crispness of the skin almost resonated with his tongue and brain, and the tenderness after that made his stomach tremble.

The crisp sound continued, and the juice splashed everywhere.

Compared with the informality of the first two, Goethe is more rough and wild.

because……

Goethe ate fast.

Open your mouth, stuff the meat and bones into your mouth, it's just a meal of chewing.

A roast goose can be eaten in five or six strokes.

There are five roast geese on the table.

Before Goethe came, the two seal masters of "Three Cups of Turannuo" and "Five Sacred Mountains Are Light" each held one and gnawed on it. Only pick up the roast goose.

The two seal masters of 'Three Cups of Turanuo' and 'Five Sacred Mountains Are Light' are extremely fast and cooperate.

One person raised his hand to grab the roast goose, light and nimble.

One raised his hand to intercept Goethe with a strong breath.

When the breaths of the two blend together, the former becomes more agile, like a dancing crane, while the latter becomes thicker, like a standing mountain.

The two were full of confidence, thinking that the roast goose must be their own.

But the next moment, the expressions of the two of them changed.

The finger that intercepted touched Goethe's wrist and retracted like an electric shock. Suddenly, the mountain collapsed.

The one who caught the roast goose was originally extremely fast, but Goethe was even faster, turning the opponent's dexterity into a turtle crawl.

"You two are welcome."

After Goethe said such words, he tore off a goose leg and put it in front of the female swordsman, then hugged the roast goose and ate it with big mouthfuls.

"The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, and the front wave dies on the beach."

The owner of the 'Three Cups of Turanuo' who raised his hand to snatch the roast goose sighed.

And the Indian master of 'Five mountains are light' who blocked Goethe, shook his numb wrist while snorting coldly and said.

"pity……"

"The mind is not right!"

There was a strong disdain in the elongated tone.

This made the female swordsman who was about to eat the goose leg raise her head.

She stared at the seal owner of "Five Sacred Mountains Are Lightest", with her palm already resting on the handle of the knife - she thought that the other party had to give her an explanation for yesterday's "Blood Splattered Five Step Post" and today's insulting words.

"Dont look at me!

See me say the same!

He is not a descendant of 'Wu Sheng' at all, he is a fake! "

"The five mountains are lightest," said the seal master, facing the gaze of the female swordsman.

The female swordsman was taken aback.

Fake 'Wu Sheng' descendants.

Involuntarily, the female swordsman looked at Goethe.

Goethe, however, was still gnawing on the roast goose, as if he hadn't heard the words of the Indian master who said 'five mountains are light' at all. The female swordsman took a deep breath, and she looked at the Indian master again.

"Where's the evidence?"

The female swordsman asked.

"Your Excellency 'Bai Shou' told us.

Your Excellency 'Bai Shou''s 'Innate Divination' is definitely not wrong. "

'The five mountains are light' said the seal master directly.

The female swordsman trembled.

Your Excellency 'Bai Shou' is the seal master of the 'Bai Shou Taixuan Sutra'.

They are not only the five surviving Indian masters 30 years ago, but also the core figures who led the "Xia Ke" to rise again in the past 30 years. It can be said that without each other, the "Xia Ke" would have been finished long ago.

Because of this, the other party has a pivotal position in the hearts of other seal masters of the 'Xia Ke'.

The female swordsman is no exception.

but!

Goethe weighs even more!

"impossible.

There must be a misunderstanding! "

The female swordsman persisted.

And, wanted to say more, but was stopped by Goethe.

Goethe picked up a warm towel and wiped his hands and mouth. He raised his hand to signal the female swordsman not to speak, and glanced at 'Three Cups of Turanuo' and 'Five Sacred Mountains are Light' with indifferent eyes.

The two Indian masters looked at Goethe without fear.

Then, Goethe's eyes fell on the wine gourd that the two put on the table.

The two wine gourds are made of wood, but they are crystal clear. Obviously, the owner loves them very much. They play with them every day, they have already been covered with pulp, and the strong smell of wine surrounds them.

Especially gourd plugs.

One is emerald.

One is white jade.

Looks like it's kind of expensive.

"Why do you pour wine from my wine gourd?"

Goethe said suddenly.

"Three Cups of Turannuo" and "Five Sacred Mountains Are Light" The two seal masters were taken aback for a moment.

Almost an instinctive rebuttal.

"What is your gourd, it's obviously ours."

"Oh?"

"Is there any evidence?"

Goethe asked back.

"Of course, this gourd has my name and my old friend's name on it!"

The owner of the 'Three Cups of Turanuo' picked up his own gourd, and saw a name 'Zhang Dongsheng' written on the base of the gourd.

And the owner of the 'Five Sacred Mountains Are Light' also picked up his own gourd, and the name 'Li Xiluo' was also written on the base of the gourd.

"drink!"

Goethe shouted suddenly, which surprised the two seal masters of 'Three Cups of Turanuo' and 'Five Sacred Mountains Are Light'.

I saw that under the vigilant gaze of the two Indian masters, Goethe shouted angrily——

"Why do you carve your name on my gourd?"

"you?!

You speak too much! "

'The five mountains are light', the Indian master stood up angrily.

The sound was extremely high, like a roar.

But at this time, Goethe became indifferent again.

"Aren't you going to force your words?"

Goethe asked softly.

'Three Cups of Turannuo' Indian master frowned and thought.

'Five Sacred Mountains are Lightest', the Indian master wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it at all.

Goethe's voice continued.

"I am also proficient in divination and calculation.

Therefore, I know very well that no matter what method of divination, it is impossible to be [-]% accurate!

Even, more often than not, a small mistake is a thousand miles away!

if!

I said that if His Excellency 'Bai Shou' really had the 'innate divination' right, there would never have been so many unnecessary casualties during the 30 years of fighting.

What do you two say? "

Goethe's voice became colder, and his tone became more aggressive.

He has never seen the seal master of the 'Baishou Taixuan Sutra'.