At this time, Yang Fei received a call from Crazy Knife.It turned out that the grandmasters of the Drinking Snow Tower Martial Arts Alliance had already arrived at the airport and were taken to the Taihe Hotel by the Crazy Knife.At this moment, the outlying islands are overcrowded.Masters and martial arts enthusiasts from all over the world have come here to prepare for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament in three days, and at such a time, it is even more difficult to find a hotel to stay in than to ascend to the sky.As a result, many of the houses on the outlying islands have been converted into temporary hotels.Accommodation is available for guests who come to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.Taihe Hotel is the most upscale hotel on the outlying islands.As early as a week ago, Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya had chartered two floors of the Taihe Hotel, with a total of more than 30 rooms, plus a conference hall.Yang Fei hummed a small tune, turned the head of the car, and rushed towards the Taihe Hotel.It is only 30 kilometers away from Taihe Hotel, and it is the famous Crescent Lake Scenic Area on the outlying island.Crescent Lake is surrounded by mountains, lush palm groves and other tropical plants, distributed around the Crescent Lake.The calm Crescent Moon Lake is like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding plants and the shadows of the clouds in the sky into the center of the lake.At this moment, it is already the early winter season, and the green, yellow, and red shadows of the trees are reflected in the center of the lake, colorful and beautiful.On the east side of Crescent Lake, there is a sign of a military restricted area.Although there is no one to guard it, the barbed wire fence that is more than one person high is daunting.Standing outside the jungle, you can faintly see the figure of a gun-wielding sentry shaking in the jungle.Locals know that this is a forbidden area on the outskirts of the island.Once a brave local entered the place, only to be shot mercilessly.The news spread, and no locals dared to linger in the vicinity anymore.At this moment, a middle-aged man in a sack robe is leisurely fishing on the fishing platform in the middle of Crescent Lake.He has a short beard, a boxy face, and a face, but strangely, he shows an elegant and quiet temperament.Few people know that this crescent moon lake is the branch of the Eight Gate ninjas on the outlying islands.And this middle-aged man who is fishing is Taro Miyamoto, the master of the Eight Ninjas.Taro Miyamoto was looking at the calm lake indifferently, the water on the lake was not rippling, and the expression on his face was very calm.Behind Taro Miyamoto, there is a pine table with a small red clay charcoal stove on it.A pot of delicious fish soup is boiling on the fire.Behind Miyamoto Taro, a samurai has a straight waist, showing a fierce temperament all over his body.However, his eyes were full of respect when he looked at Taro Miyamoto.At this moment, the fish drift on the surface of the lake moved slightly, and suddenly sank suddenly.Taro Miyamoto pulled up the fishing rod and slowly retracted the fishing line.Slowly, a two- or three-pound perch emerged on the surface of the water, and the fish struggled hard, and the water surface rattled.A leisurely smile flashed on Taro Miyamoto's face.He slowly contracted the line, and the perch struggled as it was pulled and swam towards the shore.Taro Miyamoto picked up his net and began to catch the big bass.He looked meaningfully at the samurai behind him, with a leisurely smile on his face."
See, the most important thing in fishing is patience, as long as the bait is sprinkled, patience is enough, there will always be big fish on the bait."
As he spoke, he caught the fish with his net, took the fish from the water, and threw it on the birch floor of the Diaoyu Tai.The fish that broke away from the surface of the water struggled hard, and its tail hit the birch floor, crackling, and its mouth opened and closed.The samurai looked at the perch and said nothing.After a while, he said lightly."
I don't like fishing, I just like to kill fish."
As he spoke, he suddenly kicked on a plank, which fell lightly on the surface of the water, whirling on the surface.At the same time, the samurai's figure fell lightly towards the water, like a withered leaf in autumn.His left foot was on the plank, which was pushed by his figure and immediately slid forward at a rapid pace.At that moment, the samurai's long sword struck out, and the sword light flashed in the air as if it were a match.Just when the floor was not enough to support his weight, the samurai somersaulted, rose from the water again, and returned to the fishing platform.This time, whether it is the agility of the stinging fish, or the ingenuity of sliding with the momentum, and the ruthlessness of killing with one hit.All this reflects the swordsman's miraculous martial arts kung fu.On the samurai's long sword, two or three pounds of perch was pierced through the chest and abdomen, and it was on his long sword, shaking his head and tail, struggling desperately.Drops of blood dripped down the long sword in the swordsman's hand, looking very cruel.And at this moment, Miyamoto Taro had already taken out a silver knife.He slowly scraped off the scales of the sea bass in his hand, then cut it into fillets and put them into the hot pot one by one.In an instant, the fresh fragrance of the fish came out of the hot pot, which made people intoxicated.From beginning to end, Miyamoto Taro didn't glance at the swordsman, and he didn't seem to see his shocking swordsmanship at all.The swordsman was bored, and with a shake of the long sword, the perch on the sword body immediately split apart and fell to the floor.Taro Miyamoto finally glanced at the swordsman and let out a long sigh."
The freshwater bass in Crescent Lake is a tribute, wouldn't it be too wasteful for you to do this?"
The swordsman immediately straightened his face and snorted."
I have already said, I don't like fishing, I don't like to eat fish, I only love to kill fish, and it is an honor for this fish to die under my sword.""
Alas, your murderous nature is too great, which is contrary to the spirit of Huaxia's martial arts."
Miyamoto shook his head, slowly picked up the bass underneath, and began to cook."
Whether it's fishing or fishing, the result is important, but the process is just as important.""
If you can't appreciate this mystery, your swordsmanship will never improve again."
The swordsman snorted coldly, but didn't say anything.Then, after a while, he couldn't help it again."
Mr.
Door Master, I really don't understand, we already know the headquarters of the Red Shirts, and the disaster relief is away from Wang Town, why don't we take action immediately?"
Taro Miyamoto smiled and began to concentrate on cleaning up the bass again, carefully scraping off the scales one by one.Seeing that he didn't speak, the swordsman showed shame on his face, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly worsened a little.Taro Miyamoto slowly put the sea bass into the hot pot and handed the chopsticks to the swordsman."
How about tasting the sea bass I cooked?
The swordsman barely took a bite of the bass, suddenly dropped his chopsticks on the table, and stood up straight."
Mr.
Miyamoto, I formally ask you for your order to exterminate the head of the Red Shirt Headquarters on the outlying islands with lightning speed."