Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 133: You are already

"Are you sure you don't wear a mask?" Kong Ming asked while looking at Tang Luo.
He was wearing a black suit at the moment, wearing a mask of martial art mythology, very mysterious.
They immediately arrived at the martial art myth gathering-one of the strongholds.
"No." Tang Luo shook his head. He came to advertise. What mask? "You guys, can you tell who is who?"
"You look closely." Kong Ming pointed to his mask and said.
Tang Luo took a closer look and found that Kong Ming's mask was different from the mask worn by Li Qing and Li Feidao that day.
"Xiaofeng they wore that day, and they belong to the external standard masks. Inside, everyone's masks have different characteristics, and they can tell who is who." Kong Ming said.
"Oh." Tang Luo's eyes lit up. "That's it. Give me a set of uniform ones."
"Hey, don't wear them to hit the house." Kong Ming reminded Tang Luo when he looked at the expression of "found a pot man".
"The poor monk is a monk, how could this happen?" Tang Luo was distressed.
Kong Ming didn't speak, forgot how everyone knew each other?
"I have a spare set here. Would you like to wear it now?" Kong Ming pointed to the back.
The two are currently on a small yacht and the meeting place is at sea.
Not a small island, but a cruise ship-a cruise ship, full of groundbreaking breath.
"Let's get dressed." Tang Luo took the black robe out of the storage box and put it on the outside. The sea breeze blew his clothes, and the standard mask was hung on his waist. Tang Luo didn't wear it. Vaguely the shadow of a ship can be seen.
Not the kind of super huge luxury cruise ship, but it also looks quite exciting.
Close to the cruise ship, no one came to pick it up, but there was a soft ladder hanging down the edge.
The two jumped up, grabbed the soft ladder and came to the cruise ship.
"Doesn't care about this boat?" Tang Luo pointed to the yacht he was sitting on.
"It's okay, someone will deal with it," Kong Ming said, beginning to introduce the basic situation of the cruise ship.
This is not a one-time gathering place, but also the most commonly used stronghold of Martial Myth.
Members of the martial art myth are resident here and can accommodate hundreds of people in daily life.
Members can stay on the cruise for a period of time, or they can set up a room to live at any time or for a long time. They can pay as a "tourist" who does nothing.
It is not necessary to pay, but it is responsible for various related tasks, including the maintenance of cruise ships, etc., which is equivalent to the resident personnel on cruise ships.
There are currently ten members of the martial art myth on the cruise ship, one of them is the captain, known as the "Dragon King".
Seven or eight people booked a room, but they didn't stay there.
There are also ordinary workers who, like ordinary workers approaching science, know that the people they work for are extraordinary.
It belongs to the category of knowing what it is and why it is not, and it is not related to leaking the demon game.
The "cruise party" of the martial art myth is not so much a party as a cruise ship's docking time, so members nearby usually choose to come.
Not all members are specifically notified, and everyone is invited to come together.
"There are quite a lot of people this time," Kong Ming said.
"Why, why?" Tang Luo asked.
"Because of you, many people are interested in you," Kong Ming said.
Tang Luo laughed: "Well, okay." Sure enough, a man like him who pulls the wind is as outstanding as a firefly in the night.
"You don't understand low-key." Kong Ming laughed.
"What is low-key?" Tang Luo said, "I want to advertise ..."
"Hahaha!"
A bold laugh interrupted Tang Luo's words, and saw a man approaching this side.
The man did not wear a mask, a Chinese character face, and thick eyebrows.
He is tall and a little taller than the previous King Kong. He has thick short hair like a beard and steel needles. They are all white. They must be young, but they are not old.
He was holding a cigar, wearing a coat on his upper body, loose pants on his lower body, and flip-flops on his feet.
The lower abdomen, the muscles of the chest, build a block, it feels like a big bear walking upright.
"Dragon King." Kong Ming smiled and greeted a man between the middle and old age.
"Old Kong!" The Dragon King hugged Kong Ming for a while, obviously an old friend relationship.
Kong Ming's height is certainly not short, but in front of this dragon king is like a child.
"This is Master Xuanzhang." Kong Ming introduced to the two. "This is the Dragon King and the owner of this ship."
"Hello, hello." The Dragon King laughed, holding a cigar did not affect his speaking at all.
"Dragon King's name, I heard something." Tang Luo said, ah, just heard Kong Ming introduced a minute ago.
"Me too." The Dragon King continued to laugh, and he liked to laugh.
Unfortunately, it looks too domineering and leaks sideways, and smiles at night.
Tang Luo is preparing to say a few more commercial blows, Kong Ming said: "Don't blow each other, this old illiterate can only say 'me too', meaning nothing."
It is a pleasure to play each other and "play chess against each other".
"What old illiterate? Throw you at sea, can you tell the northeast from the southeast?" Dragon King said.
"What's so difficult?" Kong Ming said, he was originally a very intelligent, knowledgeable person, plus Zhuge Liang's life. As we all know, knowing geography is not easy.
"... Mage Xuanzang, I will show you the Dragon King." The Dragon King shifted the topic in time.
Cruise ship names are also simple and rude.
"Okay," Tang Luo said.
The Dragon King took the two of them, but he actually took Tang Luo to visit the cruise ship. The Dragon King was divided into a rest area, a work area, a leisure area, and a dining area.
Along the way, I also encountered some members of the martial art myth, most of them wearing masks.
There are also a few who hang their masks around their waists like Tang Luo.
"Doesn't it affect eating?" Tang Luo looked at Kong Ming, who was wearing a mask at sea and took it off on the ship.
"There is a food delivery service," said Dragon King. "In fact, after a long time, more and more people have known each other, and they are too lazy to bring them."
"So, those are all new people?" Tang Luo asked.
"Neither," Kong Ming said. "The martial arts myth is more like an alliance than a very close, united organization."
It is a matter of love for members to help each other for free, and it is also a duty not to help.
Some people simply use it as a platform and naturally choose to keep their identities secret.
"You are so high-profile, I have only seen one before," Kong Ming continued.
"Oh, who is this hero?" Tang Luo's words are very level. It looks like he is boasting about others, but he is actually boasting about himself.
"Hahaha!" The dragon king next to him almost laughed and even dropped the cigar.
Kong Ming did not speak, everyone knew who it was.
After the visit, the three came to the Dragon King's lounge to sit down, and the Dragon King said, "Mage Xuanzang, in fact, I have one thing for you to help."
"Say, who you want to save," Tang Luo said, "who you want to save, seductive charms, demons, and wickedness (people), there is no poor monk who cannot save."
Business is coming.
Why join the major organizations, not just waiting for business to come?
"Not the degree." The Dragon King put down his cigar and looked at Tang Luo. Which Xuanzang's life is so violent?
"I heard that your opening treatment is a must for Master." Dragon King said.
"Yes." Tang Luo was not humble at all. "Which is going to die soon, the poor monk will open up to save people."
"No, it's not dead yet. The Master looks at this, can it be cured?" The Dragon King stood up and took off his pants.
"Cure hemorrhoids!" It was Kong Ming who spoke, and it was a shame to take off his pants in public!
"Oh!" The Dragon King cursed, "Your family has such a big hemorrhoid!"
Inside the pants is a flower pant with a bowl-shaped wound in the lower thigh.
The edges are black and white leg bones can be seen inside.
Kong Ming frowned: "When did you get hurt, why didn't you tell me? Doctor Bian hasn't seen it?"
"I have something to say. I can't cure it well, and you're almost the same. He's seen it. It's not a good way." Dragon King Road, the circles of the two basically overlap. Not much.
"Amitabha."
Tang Luo closed his eyes with his hands on his chest and began to recite the scriptures.
The golden light emanated from him. For a time, the entire rest was filled with golden light, and the Sanskrit sounds in his ears seemed to be in the kingdom of Buddha for a time.
"hiss--"
The Dragon King took a breath of cold air, and the severe pain suddenly came from his leg.
He wasn't shocked, but pain was a good thing. You must know that his wounds were numb to the surrounding area. If it hurts, it represented hope.
"Mage, can you cure it? How much hope for recovery?"
Soon, Tang Luo stopped chanting the scriptures, opened his eyes again, and the Dragon King hurriedly asked.
"You're fine," Tang Luo said.
"Ah?" The Dragon King bowed his head in surprise, only to find the injury on his leg-no, let alone the injury, even the scar no longer exists.
It hurt at first, and then healed without feeling?
"... So fast." Dragon King whispered dryly.
It is not that he is slow, but that the injury is not ordinary, and even the famous doctors in the martial arts myth have no good way.
In the Dragon King's vision, the best situation is that Xuanzang Master gradually recovers after repeated treatments.
It is perfect to be able to recover before the next mission starts.
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Kong Ming was also surprised, and it was definitely not easy for Doctor Bian to get helpless.
He knew that Tangluo's healing treatment had a good effect, but he didn't expect that the effect would be so good!
Not to mention that their own strength is definitely not weak, this hand alone is enough to occupy a place in the martial art myth and become a respected "master".
Who would refuse a doctor with a first-rate healing level?
The demon walking is a person walking on the edge of the knife. It has various major injuries and small injuries. The treatment of the demon is extremely embarrassing. The importance of a strong treatment is self-evident.
"Minor injuries," Tang Luo said. Not modest, compared to his injuries, everything is minor.
"Haha!" The Dragon King, who quickly accepted the facts, laughed. "I have little knowledge and underestimated the Xuan Zang method-no, it's a master. I owe the master a favor!
Owning people is more trouble than owing money. Dragon King's offer is full of sincerity.