Brother Dao Han saw that Xiaopang was anxious, and he immediately felt very proud, and said calmly: "Hey, junior brother, there are so many people here, it's really not the place to talk. Look, should we talk somewhere else?"
When Xiaopang heard this, he immediately became vigilant, thinking that although Lingxiao City was relatively safe, there were definitely many monks who had been secretly tricked to death. As long as a fight is not exposed, the guards of Lingxiao City will not bother to care! Could this guy in front of me want to use this to trick me into ambush me in a place where no one is around
Brother Han Dao on the opposite side seemed to see Xiaopang's distrust. He just smiled slightly, shook out something and threw it to Xiaopang.
Since there is no spiritual energy attached to this object, and it is a teleportation array where people come and go, Xiaopang is not afraid of the other party sneaking up on him, so he reaches out to take it calmly. When he takes a closer look, he is immediately surprised again.
It turned out that the thing in his hand was a jade necklace that belonged to her mother. Although this thing was not a magic weapon, it was collected and carved by Xiaopang's father. His mother always carried it with her. , never leave for a moment. When Xiaopang was with his mother, he touched this jade necklace countless times. How could he not recognize it
Now, more than ten years have passed by in a flash, and the boy back then has now become a young man, and a rising star who is famous in the world of cultivation. But his parents were gone forever. The emerald is still shining, and the voices and smiles of the parents often appear in front of the eyes, but the two sides are separated by yin and yang, and they will never see each other again.
Seeing things and thinking about people, such a strong little fat man couldn't help but burst into tears. The muscles in both arms bulged, almost breaking the robe! An invisible murderous aura burst out from him in an instant. Brother Han Dao, who was opposite him, could not help but turn pale with fear, even though his strength was one level higher than Xiaopang. He hurriedly explained: "Junior Brother Song, the strength of your father and Lingtang was far superior to mine back then, and I have no ability to harm them! I just bought news and collected some hard-earned money. Even if you don't want it, you can't." Don’t be angry, right?”
After hearing this, Xiaopang thought for a moment, slowly withdrew the burst of spiritual pressure, and then said calmly: "Let's go to the elegant discussion in Wenxiang Tower!"
Wenxiang Restaurant is a high-end restaurant next to the teleportation array, specially prepared for monks. The dishes and wines inside are made of spiritual materials. The eyeless fish and spirit mushrooms in Xiaopang's hands are two of the more famous ones. Naturally, such high-end dishes will never be cheap. Brother Han Dao is obviously not someone who can go there often, so when he heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, this will save Junior Brother more money." !”
"It doesn't matter!" Xiaopang resisted the urge to punch the other person to death, took him to Wenxiang Building, and asked for the cleanest single room.
Brother Han Dao also seemed to know that Xiaopang's family was rich, so he was not polite at all. He opened his mouth and gave a list of dishes, more than a dozen of them, all of which were delicious dishes worth hundreds of spiritual stones. It's obviously a lot for two people to eat. Even with a chubby figure, they can barely eat half of it. The excess is obviously a waste!
The waiter was an innate-level monk with extremely accurate eyes. He immediately saw that Brother Han was just a poor guy, and it was the fat guy who really paid for it. Therefore, although he was polite to Brother Han on the surface, his eyes But he always kept his eyes on Xiaopang. After Brother Han finished reporting the names of the dishes, the waiter directly asked Xiaopang for instructions: "Senior, do you want all of these dishes?"
"Let's take them all!" Little Fatty didn't bother to show off to Brother Han, so he said calmly: "A few more bottles of good wine!"
"It's so refreshing!" Brother Han Dao originally thought that Xiao Chuang would have to cut back a few dishes, so he named a few more dishes when he named them. Unexpectedly, they didn't care at all. He couldn't help but secretly feel happy in his heart. He said to himself, "Okay, finally this time." Met a fat sheep!
As everyone knows, Xiaopang also sneered in his heart: "Idiots who don't know they are about to die, let this be their last meal!" It’s your guillotine! '
When the waiter saw Xiaopang say this, he didn't waste any words and immediately went down to prepare.
Brother Dao Han couldn't help but feel curious when he saw this. You know, the dish you just ordered is worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones, and no other foundation-building monk would be so generous. If someone else were to wear tattered robes like Xiaopang and have nothing to offer, he would appear to be poor and poor, and if he ordered these dishes, the people at Wenxiang Restaurant would definitely become suspicious, fearing that you would default on your order. But why is this waiter not suspicious at all of Little Fatty, a guy dressed like a country brat
Thinking of this, Brother Han tentatively smiled and said, "Junior Brother Song, it seems that the people in Wenxiang Tower are very familiar with you? Could it be that you have been here before?"
"I just come here for a drink once in a while!" Xiaopang responded lightly. In fact, he didn't tell the truth at this time. Xiaopang has been coming here frequently since he entered the fifth level of Xiantian Heaven. He had good meals and drank good wine every time. Before leaving, he also bought a lot of fine wine and delicacies. At the beginning, he was also suspected by others and even had to pay the bill first before eating and drinking. But after going back and forth, everyone on the upper and lower floors of the Wenxiang Building lost all suspicion and completely regarded this generous fat man as their uncle. Not to mention that he ordered more than a dozen dishes today, but even if he ordered dozens of dishes, he still guaranteed that no one would ask more questions.
Brother Han Dao saw that the little fat man didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions. After a while, a lot of dishes were served. It can be said that monks are all about convenience. If you use ordinary fire to cook, so many dishes will take a while, but Wenxianglou uses monks’ real fire to cook dishes, and the cooking pots are specially refined magic tools. Call someone quickly. The dozen or so dishes were completed with almost no effort.
After the dishes were served, the wine was filled with wine, and then they left consciously. Leave room for two people to talk.
Xiaopang was worried about the whereabouts of his parents, so he naturally couldn't bear to eat. However, Brother Han Dao was not the same. He was just like a starving ghost reincarnated, grabbing wildly with both hands and gobbling up the food and wine on the table. That rude look dripped vegetable juice everywhere, making it difficult for the little fat guy to eat. In desperation, he could only let him eat by himself, while Xiaopang just drank coldly on the side.
In this way, Brother Han Dao ate for a full quarter of an hour before reluctantly burping and stopping to eat. After drinking another cup of thirty-year-old Baihua brew, he fell on the chair with satisfaction and said with a smile: " Oops, I’m so exhausted, I haven’t eaten so happily in a long time!”
Seeing that he finally stopped, Xiaopang calmly put down his wine glass and said calmly, "Brother Dao Han, have you eaten?"
"Eat!" Brother Han Dao said with a smile.
"Then can we get down to business?" Xiaopang said solemnly.
"Ah, of course, of course!" As soon as Brother Han heard this, he gradually became serious. Then he sat down seriously and said to Xiaopang: "Junior Brother Song, this deal is very simple. I'll give you five hundred thousand spirit stones. The place where the remains of your father-in-law are located!”
"Half a million spirit stones is no problem!" Xiaopang said calmly: "But, how do I know whether what you said is true or false?"
"Isn't half a million a problem?" When Brother Han heard this, he felt so regretful that his intestines were broken. Without saying a word, he slapped himself first, and then said with a bitter face: "Junior Brother Song, I just made a mistake while drunk, I said it wrong, not 500,000, but 1.5 million spiritual stones."
"I'll give you two hundred and five!" Xiaopang sneered.
After hearing this, Brother Han Dao was immediately overjoyed and said, "Two million and a half million? Oh my, that's really a big thank you, junior brother!"
"Don't be busy yet!" Xiaopang then sneered: "You have to let me know whether the news is true or false first, right?"
"It must be true. The necklace I gave you is proof!" Brother Han Dao said hurriedly.
"That's bullshit evidence. Maybe you bought it in the street market!" Xiaopang sneered.
"How is this possible!" Brother Dao Han immediately explained anxiously, "I swear I didn't lie to you! If you can't find it, you can come back and settle the score with me?"
"Hmph, Cangmang Mountain is a million miles away and there are millions of monks. How can I settle the score with you?" The fat man didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, so he said decisively, "Stop talking nonsense, if there is no further evidence, , it’s impossible for me to give you so many spiritual stones with just a necklace!”
"This~" When Brother Han heard this, he was immediately embarrassed and said with a helpless smile: "Junior brother, you are forcing yourself into a difficult situation. I really have no further evidence! Otherwise, I will take you there myself?"
"Humph~" After hearing this, Xiaopang looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Do you think I am an idiot? If I follow you, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the remains of my parents, and I'll have to fall into the trap of the evil sect first. In your hand, you can exchange it for a fifth-grade magic weapon when the time comes, right?"
"Hehe, it's absolutely not the case! It's absolutely not the case!" Brother Han Dao said hurriedly with a smile.
"Let's do this!" Xiaopang didn't bother to bother more and changed his words: "First tell me how you discovered the remains of my parents?"
"That's it!" Brother Han then said with a sincere face: "It was one morning about 20 years ago. Senior brother, I was looking for elixir somewhere in Cangmang Mountain. Suddenly I found a fierce battle of high-level monks in front of me. I was We were only at the early stage of foundation building. How dare we get close to the place where the golden elixir monks were fighting? So I was frightened and hurriedly found a place to hide for fear of harming the pond fish. I hid for a long time before finally waiting for the person ahead. The monk finished the beating and left."
Brother Han Dao then continued, "I was curious at the time. I didn't know why there were Jindan monks in that kind of place, so I came to the battlefield and found that the bodies of two monks, a man and a woman, had been nailed to death. On the big tree. The male monk had an upright look on his face and wore the mark of an elite disciple of the inner sect of Xuantian Courtyard on his robe. The female cultivator was very beautiful and was also an inner sect disciple. They looked like a couple. Couple.”