gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 202 Marriage News
It was the end of March, and Fang Hong headed for Danba County after coming down from Gongga Mountain.

Gongga Mountain is very big, so big that there are two climbing routes in the north and south, a large scenic area, and no-man's land. It is said that when you enter Xichuan and go up Niubei Mountain, you can overlook Xichuan and even see Gongga. Gongga snow top, overlooking the world.

Of course, the side that Fang Hong chose to glide was the side with the greatest drop, known as the Devil's Peak, and in the six days here, no climbing team had encountered it.

Although this is the Devil's Peak in the mountaineering world, it is the holy mountain of Buddhism. Here, Fang Hong thought of one thing.

That is, when you get married, you have to find an elder on your side.

I have a lot of classmates and friends, but my relatives don’t move around much. Originally, Fang Hong’s father, Fang Shaowu, had a bad temper. Most of the relatives in the power, Fang Shaowu didn’t want to see him. Now, it has been passed down to Fang Hong’s generation. The classic lonely.

Fang Hong was on the holy mountain, thinking of Master Luo.

If you don't go to Jinniu Hotel to invite the uncle, then only Master Luo is the most suitable to be the representative of the elders. The uncle has agreed to bring a group of brothers and sisters to help organize the banquet, and there is no extra time to take care of other things.

The spring menu is extremely complicated, and only one senior can serve the CD dishes, and the others are almost all newly recruited apprentices this year, and they can't handle the dishes yet.

As for the news of the marriage, Fang Hong was even more speechless.

The few days on the boat were Tang Yixin's dangerous period. Once the time passed, she should have her period in more than a week, but there was no movement.

In terms of time, the pregnancy test stick can just detect the hormones secreted by pregnancy, and once verified, I won the lottery.

This fucking shooting proficiency shouldn't be LV1, it should be LV infinite...

Tang Yixin was pregnant, a little suddenly. Fang Hong and Tang Yixin had confirmed their relationship for less than three months. Now that Tang Yixin was pregnant, Fang Hong found out through the phone, so he discussed with Tang Shicheng and planned to get married.

Tang Yixin is still worrying about this matter recently, Fang Hong and Tang Shicheng haven't told Tang Yixin about this matter yet.

When he got back, Fang Hong was going to propose.

On April [-]st, Fang Hong climbed up to the top of Zhonglu Township with his bag on his back, trying to find Master Luo.

Mo Naihe, the door is unlocked and no one is there.

Fang Hong sat on the threshold of the Buddhist hall, waiting for Master Luo to come back.

Waiting all morning, bored, watching the clouds rolling up and down, looking at the Murduo Snow Mountain in the distance, feeling the rare leisure.

In the cloud and mist, a figure slowly came out, Fang Hong got up immediately, and waited at the door.

Master Luo looked up, then looked down at Lu Zou: "You little bastard is here again."

"Master Luo."

Master Luo was carrying a basket with some vegetables in it. When he arrived in front of the Buddhist hall, Master Luo put down the stick that was used as a walking stick and put down the basket: "Excuse me."

"Okay." Fang Hong then carried the basket and put it on the ground.

Master Luo gently twisted the monk's robe and shook it twice to shake off the dust: "What are you doing here this time? Where's your iron ball flying all over the sky?"

"Master Luo." Fang Hong said very solemnly, "I want to ask you one thing."

The old monk smiled and said, "It's not a good thing to hear."

"It's a good thing, but it's a troublesome thing."

"Let's talk, monks are not afraid of trouble."

"It's like this. I'm going to get married, but my father has..." Fang Hong raised his head: "I hope you will attend my wedding banquet as an elder."

Not only is it troublesome, it is simply a big trouble.

At the wedding banquet, all the six animals and three meats were all included, and the room was filled with the smell of lard and meat. Everyone should have figured out what it meant to monks, especially ascetics like the old monk.

The old monk sat on the threshold and wiped his bald head with his hands. After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it did not fit his temperament as an old monk in the mountains, so he stroked his beard again: "It is indeed a troublesome matter. When is it?"

"The time is near, not long."

"Location?"

"Of course it's down the mountain."

Master Luo turned his head and glanced at Fang Hong: "I know under the mountain, where is it?"

"CQ."

This time the old monk was in a dilemma.

Many years ago, the old monk came out of Chongqing, went to Xichuan, went to the snow-capped mountains, lived in this temple and served an old monk. Time has passed, and Master Luo was a little difficult to return to his ancestral land.

Fang Hong didn't speak anymore.

The mountaintop fell silent.

The old monk's green robe trembled in the wind, thinking the same thing in his heart.

After a long time, the old monk sighed: "I have only one friend, your wicked father, who will attend your wedding instead. It is hard to refuse."

"Master Luo, do you agree?"

"Little bastard, it's better not to get married. Escape to Buddhism is the right way."

Fang Hong swallowed his old blood: "Do you want your old friend's family to have no descendants?"

"There are many things in life that you can't think of. How do you know that after decades, you won't step into this mountain and never go out again?" From these words, the old monk seems to have a story People who are married should have been married.

The old monk got up, picked up the crutches and vegetables, and put them in the door: "Come on, next game."

Fang Hong wanted to complain, but he held back and followed silently.

On the top of the cliff, the wind blows and the clouds flow, the rocks are steep, and the eagle hovers in the far sky, lighting up the vitality of the world.

The stone chessboard was set up, and the pieces were picked up. Both sides moved very quickly.

The old monk is still calm, but has a different temperament, which is something Fang Hong will never understand.

After a long time, the old monk stood up and said, "I don't have anything valuable, and you threw the only valuable thing down the mountain. This game is considered a gift, a gift to congratulate you on your wedding."

After speaking, the old monk walked away alone.

Fang Hong was left alone looking at the chessboard in a daze.

Half a year ago, Fang Hong slaughtered all directions here, and the old monk was defeated. He handed over the wooden cup and earned back a vegetarian dish.

Half a year later, the old monk crossed the rice fields, one son with one hammer, a hundred sons formed an army, and Fang Hong was defeated.

Even in the game against Ke Jie, Fang Hong didn't collapse in the middle game, but was killed so miserably by Master Luo who couldn't play chess.

Wrong, it's not that Master Luo can't play chess, it's because the mountains are high and there is no water, and the music is high and few.

Master Luo's gift made Fang Hong doubt his life.

In his mind, Fang Hong replayed the game one by one, only to realize that he had only moved No. 30, and a dark chess game that he thought he was smart was calculated, and he had already lost since that move.

"when!"

The thick and magnanimous bell rang, and Fang Hong realized that there was actually a bronze bell here.

What you have seen in the past are all illusions.

Daigo empowerment.

Not long after, Fang Hong smelled the smell of fireworks and walked into the Buddhist hall. There were two bowls on the only table.

White rice, covered with green vegetables.

Fang Hong picked up a bowl, took a bite, and couldn't believe it: "Why..."

"Why pretend you don't know how to play chess, why don't you pretend you don't know how to cook?" Master Luo stood beside him, and took a bite of a vegetable: "Where do you get so many?"

"It is obvious that the chess skills are superb, and it can be called unparalleled in the country. It is obvious that the cooking skills are excellent, enough to establish a school, why."

Fang Hong asked persistently, and Master Luo answered: "What's there to argue about, what's delicious, it's just a dream."

"Since you are hiding it, then why are you telling me about it?"

"You are like me 40 years ago. You know everything. You think you know everything. You think you are great. In the end, it's not a joke." The old monk sighed: "I'm reminding you that if you have a home, treat it well Don't act recklessly, don't be self-righteous, and don't end up as a monk with shaved hair."

It's like shutting your mouth and saying nothing for 20 years, but once you open your mouth, you will be shocked.

He hasn't shown his culinary skills for 40 years, and hasn't shown his chess skills for 40 years. Once he speaks, it is sensational.

If Fang Hong starts the live broadcast on this day, then Master Luo will not be able to be quiet, and all the invincible national players will probably come to make appointments.

Chatting during the meal, Fang Hong finally knew the identity of Master Luo and why his father and Master Luo were friends.

Luo Jiayao, the son of Luo Guorong, his father is known as one of the four famous chefs, called the king, Luo Jiayao inherits the family business, and is called the little king.

40 years ago, Luo Jiayao devoted himself to pursuing fame and politics, so he came to CQ and met his fiancée.

At that time, the old monk met Fang Shaowu and Fang Hong's father.

He thought he was on the rise, but Luo Jiayao didn't expect to do something evil. His wife who was supposed to get married died when he was going to the countryside.

The name Luo Jiayao is also dead. There is one less Luo Jiayao in the world, and one more old monk.

It turned out that the old monk was the real uncle.

(End of this chapter)