The strongest monk among pirates

Chapter 3 Seymour Shimura

Tokai, Seymour Shimura.

The sky was slightly bright, and the stars were still blinking. On the quiet beach, a thin figure was running along the seaside. His sight was from far to near, and finally he could see clearly the appearance of the person, a round face with black hair and black eyes. It was Fang Han.

"Five laps of running on Hurao Island are completed." Fang Han stopped with sweating profusely. He put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily. He said to himself, "Huh, huh, before I find a substitute for spiritual energy and materials to build a base. You must exercise your body as much as possible, huh, huh, so that you can have the power to protect yourself in this world without using the power of a monk, huh huh."

"Hahaha"

Patting his lower abdomen, there was no difference at all. Fang Han grinned. The injury caused by General Warring States had already healed. Most of the credit was due to the freezing talisman and the wood attribute aura. If the freezing talisman hadn't completely frozen him to prevent the injury from expanding, The wood attribute aura repaired the internal organs, and Fang Han had already died.

"But I really didn't expect that thirteen years have passed since the Great Pirate Age. I turned into a piece of ice and actually wandered in the sea for ten years. If I hadn't been lucky enough to be rescued by Master Koushiro from Shimura, Seymour, I don't know how long it would have been. What a month to breathe fresh air.”

Fang Han was extremely fast, like a cheetah, and jumped up the cliff several times. Looking at the undulating sea, he couldn't help but feel excited, "This world is very interesting, Captain Roger, the era you expected is rolling forward."

"Not only do I need to train myself, but I also need to find a few strong companions. People in this world are stronger than I thought, but as a monk I should be able to break through the world."

Next, Fang Han started brutal training again, including a lap frog jump around Seymour Shimura, carrying a 100 kilogram rock on his back and doing 1000 squats until he was exhausted and could no longer lift his arms. After sunset, Fang Han returned to the village with his exhausted body. ,.

The nights in Seymour Shimura are naturally not as luxurious and feasting as those in big cities, but they are also bustling with people and lively. For men who have worked hard all day, sitting around the bonfire at night watching the young girls dancing while drinking A big glass of cold beer is the greatest happiness.

The bonfire was bright, shining brightly on people's wrinkled and dark faces full of age erosion. A woman wearing an apron with a waist as thick as a bucket and calluses on her hands was carrying barrels of cheap beer, her expression full of excitement. The tired men raised their glasses and bumped them, causing the foam of the beer to fly up. After shouting a toast, they raised their heads and drank in one gulp. Then their eyes fell on the young girl wearing a long linen skirt with patches one after another. In the youthful and lively dance, there is poverty but joy.

"What a lovely group of people." Fang Han held a straw in his mouth and strolled around happily. Although he was a monk, he did not feel the loneliness of ancient monks at all. He was completely adapted to the life here.

"Grumpy"

Fang Han's stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and he was looking for something to eat.

The streets of Seymour Shicun are criss-crossed and the houses are distributed irregularly. Fang Han got lost while walking and stood at the street corner confused, not knowing what to do. He had been working out all day and was not familiar with the village.

"Wow woof woof"

There is a small house on the left corner with three floors. The roof is sky blue. There is a row of roses planted in front of the door. There is a beautiful swing next to it. On the swing lies a white long-haired dog with a layer of gray hair outside the dog's ears. Looks so cute.

The swing was swinging up and down, and the white dog stood up and barked at Fang Han a few times. It seemed like it was the first time he saw Fang Han, and the smell was very strange.

Fang Han was stunned and walked towards the hut.

"Woof woof woof woof woof"

The white dog's bark became more rapid, its front body lowered, and its tail raised high, but it didn't mean to bite Fang Han, it just bared its teeth at Fang Han.

"Blue Fantasy"

Fang Han stopped fifteen meters away from the white dog on the swing, his calves trembling a little. There was a sign in front of the cabin with the words "Blue Fantasy" written on it.

Through the glass of the hut, Fang Han discovered that the first floor of the three-story hut was a coffee shop with seven or eight tables. Now there were only a gray-haired old woman and a girl with a ponytail drinking coffee. The old woman was holding a thick book in her hands, reading it with gusto, while the girl with a ponytail had her back to Fang Han and could not see her appearance.

The second and third floors are rows of bookshelves filled with books.

"Wang"

The dog barked again.

Fang Han hesitated for a moment and boldly walked into the coffee shop, thinking that the coffee brewed by an owner who was so kind to the dog would taste good.

“Welcome to Blue Fantasy Cafe”

There is a glass chandelier in the center of the coffee house, in the shape of a pentagon, with a light bulb installed on each corner. The strange thing is that the light bulb emits a faint blue light. The floor is polished very brightly and reflects the blue light, making the whole house seem to stand in the blue sea and sky. , I can’t help but think about it.

Fang Han was so attracted that he didn't hear the greetings of the coffee shop owner in front of the counter. The counter was a tall and long table with four high stools in front of the table. Behind the table stood a handsome man in his forties. The middle-aged man, whose smile gives people a friendly feeling, is Rick Jones, the owner of the coffee house.

Rick Jones is thin and has a mustache. He is very aristocratic, but he does not have the long curly hair that is the symbol of an aristocrat. Instead, he has a short haircut. He is holding two glass bottles in his hands, with black coffee in them. Behind him is a shelf holding coffee and special condiments in glass bottles.

"Distinguished guest, welcome to Blue Fantasy. I am the boss here, Sendrick Jones. You can call me Rick Jones." Rick Jones seemed to be doing magic, throwing up the glass bottle in his hand, and two glass bottles were in the air. Rotating, two different black coffees spilled out from the mouth of the bottle and merged together. Rick Jones pulled out a delicate cup under the counter, placed it gently on the table, caught the falling glass bottle with both hands, and the mixed coffee just fell into There was no spillage at all in the cup.

Rick Jones picked up a small spoon, added several seasonings of different colors, poured boiling water, and a cup of steaming blue coffee stood quietly on the table. Rick Jones pushed the cup forward and smiled at the already Fang Han, who was stunned by his magical technique, said, "Blue Fantasy, the signature of our store, please taste it slowly."

Fang Han smelled the very tempting fragrance, looked at the blue coffee close at hand, and then looked at the elegant Rick Jones. He dug into his trouser pockets with both hands, his face fell, and he was very embarrassed, "Uh, sorry about that, I didn't bring it." money."

He is now a complete pauper, penniless.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'll treat you to this drink. If you think it tastes good, remember to come here often." Rick Jones picked up a rag and began to wipe the shiny table, casually talking to Fang Han.

"Oh," it's not Fang Han's style to take advantage but not to take advantage of it. He picked up the cup and drank up the blue coffee in two sips. It didn't have the bitterness of ordinary coffee at all. The aftertaste was full of fragrance in his mouth, and his depressed spirit was shaken. The hunger disappeared instantly, Fang Han's eyes gleamed, and he asked in surprise, "How much does this coffee cost?"

"Ten thousand berries." Rick Jones lowered his head and concentrated on cleaning the table. Welfare "xinwu799" WeChat public account, see more