"That's right." Fang Mo's eyes turned and fell on the strong man next to him who was still kneeling. "Iron Bull, aren't you a Mute? That Soldier Lord voice you shouted just now was so powerful that it was louder than the blackheads on the stage. What? You have been pretending to be deaf and mute for so many years just to show me?"
Iron Bull's body trembled. He slowly raised his head. His face, which usually looked simple and dull, was now filled with solemnity.
He opened his mouth but did not make a sound. Instead, he pointed at his tongue and then at Dantian.
"Master, no wonder Iron Bull."
Old Yan explained on the side, his voice lowered a bit, "This is Buddhism Ku Chan Temple's Silent Zen. Do not practice oral karma, only practice Vajra Body. The longer you practice this Silent Zen, the thicker the Innate Primordial Qi in your body will be. Do not open your mouth on weekdays. Once you break the precept and open your mouth, it will be the time when you are vented and the most lethal moment."
"The bow I made just now, Iron Bull, took away all the energy I had accumulated for more than ten years, and then I recognized you as my master."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at the big black man.
It turns out that he is a ruthless man who sews his mouth shut to practice martial arts. No wonder this guy only knows how to strike iron and eat meat on weekdays. Even if he is called a fool, he has no reaction. This is not stupid at all. He is obviously as wise as a fool. He has locked all Essence, Qi, and Spirit in his body.
"So, you lost a lot just to shout that voice?" Fang Mo asked.
Iron Bull scratched his head honestly, stretched out three thick fingers, and made a gesture.
"Three years?" Fang Mo guessed.
Iron Bull nodded, with a look of pain on his face, but soon grinned again and pointed at [Blood Soul] in Fang Mo's hand, his eyes firm.
Obviously, in his opinion, three years of hard work in exchange for the return of Soldier Lord is worth it.
"Okay, don't be sensational." Fang Mo waved his hand, turned and walked towards the main room, "Now that you have recognized your master, you have to work. Iron Bull, you go Lei Laohu Pick some good materials from's warehouse. Your hammer is too light, give me a pair of heavier ones. Also, melt Da Gui's tattered gold armor and get him arm guards. Use the remaining materials to make me a mask."
"Mask?" Old Yan was stunned, "What style does the master want?"
"Rakshasa."
Fang Mo's steps didn't stop, and a voice floated out from the door, "Since the old man likes to wear masks to pretend to be magic, I can't lose his craftsmanship. Green Face Fangs, the more ferocious the better. I want this Divine Capital person to see this mask, and he will not be able to sleep well at night."
"Besides, I have to go out for a while."
Fang Mo changed into clean regular clothes and casually inserted the Wooden Sword of Crimson into his belt, looking like a playboy going out for a walk with a toy.
"Where are you going again?" Old Yan asked.
Fang Mo looked up at the sky. The sun was high and the sun was dazzling.
"Who would be a serious person going to a brothel at this time?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, but his eyes were cold, "But some accounts can be settled more clearly during the day than at night."
"Prepare a car and go to the Yihong Pavilion."
Divine Capital At noon, Changle Street there are few people walking up the road.
Most of the shops had closed signs, and the shopkeepers were taking naps against the door panels. Only the Vermilion Building at the end of the street, even in broad daylight, exuded a whimsical rouge smell.
Fang Mo did not let Old Yan follow him, and wandered to the door of the Yihong Pavilion alone.
"This world is indeed more pleasing to the eye during the day than at night." Fang Mo straightened his sleeves and stepped up the steps.
The two dozing turtles holding Water-Fire Cudgel at the door were awakened by the sound of footsteps.
One of them, a short guy with a pockmarked face, rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw someone breaking in during the day. He got up and became angry immediately.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing?"
Pockmarked Face crossed Water-Fire Cudgel and blocked the way, "Don't even look at the time? We Yihong Pavilion are open for business at night, how can there be any reason to pick up customers now? Go, go, where is the coolness and stay?"
Fang Mo didn't stop, didn't even raise his eyelids, and ran straight forward.
"Hey! You're shameless, right?" Pockmarked Face was furious when he saw this, and he picked up the stick and was about to smash it down.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
Before he finished speaking, a foot wearing Pink-Soled Boots kicked the boy hard on the butt.
The man looked like a sandbag that had been kicked away. He rose into the air and hit the red painted door behind him hard. Then he slid down and curled up on the ground like a prawn, clutching his stomach. Even his screams were stuck in his throat.
The one who took action was not Fang Mo, but a young man in Tsing Yi who came out from behind the door at some point.
The boy kicked him very hard. After the kick, he didn't even look at the man on the ground. Instead, he bowed down with a flattering look on his face and made an extremely standard "please" gesture towards Fang Mo.
"Young Master Fang I'm sorry! Young Master Fang I'm sorry!" The boy's clever face was full of smiles, "This guy is a raw melon egg from the countryside. He just joined the job yesterday and has never seen the world, let alone heard of your reputation Master Fang! You sir have a lot of money, don't be like this blind beast!"
As he spoke, he opened his voice and sang loudly to the building. "Punishment Department Seventh Squad General Flag, Fang Mo Young Master Fang is here--!"
This voice shouted with a cadence and full of energy, which could be heard for two miles even in the noisy streets during the day.
Fang Mo glanced at the young man lying on the ground humming, and grinned. "Sensible."
He casually reached into his arms, took out two broken pieces of silver, and threw them away.
"For your reward."
Silver light drew two arcs in the air.
The boy had quick eyes and quick hands. He jumped up in the air like a pug holding bones, caught it steadily, put it in his mouth and bit it, and the folds on his face instantly turned into a flower with a smile.
"Thank you Young Master Fang for the reward! Young Master Fang please come inside!"
When the turtle men around who were still watching the excitement saw this, their eyes turned red. They wished they were the ones who had been kicked just now. They swarmed up and rushed to push the heavy door.
The door opened, and a warm breeze mixed with the smell of powder and old wine blew in.
In the lobby, Mama Feng was wearing a coat and instructing the maids to clean. When he heard the noise, his charming face suddenly fell down, and his brows were twisted like two entangled caterpillars.
"Ouch, my Young Master Fang!" Mama Feng twisted his waist to greet him. Before he could shake the Round Fan in his hand, his tone was full of helplessness.
"What kind of place are you singing? This is a brothel, not a teahouse. It's sunny and blue. The girls stayed with us all night yesterday, and their souls haven't returned yet. When you come here at this time, do you think the wine in the daytime is stronger, or do you think the girls under the sun have some special bonus?"
Fang Mo kept walking, his eyes swept over Mama Feng's face covered with makeup, and without any nonsense, he reached out and took out a bright yellow gold ingot from his sleeve.
"Boom."
Jin Yuanbao landed on the Rosewood coffee table next to it, making an intoxicating muffled sound and directly creating a small crater on the table.
Mama Feng The complaint on his lips was instantly stuck.
Her eyes, which were originally somewhat lazy and impatient, were now as wide as a brass bell, staring at the ingot of gold, and the light in her eyes was brighter than the sun outside.
"This..." Mama Feng swallowed, and her professionalism changed her face instantly. She picked up the gold ingot, put it to her mouth and took a bite. The teeth marks were clearly visible.
Really! Very good!
Her eyebrows curved into a crescent moon, "As long as Young Master Fang wants to come, we Yihong Pavilion will not close for twelve hours! Even if there is a knife from the sky, as long as you say a word, the girls will have to get up and serve!"
She turned around and shouted upstairs, "Tui'er! Hong'er! Go and prepare hot water hand towels! Nu'er girl has just finished washing herself and is burning incense in the room! Young Master Fang, please upstairs--!"
Fang Mo waved his hand and stopped the group of Yingying Yanyan who wanted to swarm up.
"No need, I'm familiar with the roads."
He walked through the lobby with ease, stepped on the precious Rosewood stairs, and walked up step by step.
He stepped straight up the stairs, the wooden boards under his feet creaking slightly.
The door of Heavenly Chamber on the second floor was ajar, and an orchid-like fragrance came out from inside.