The voice of the proprietress came with a smile: "Oh, the Taoist is so arrogant, and the shot is five hundred gold, you really make the slave family happy. But when the small shop opens for business, it is necessary to talk about peace. How can you drive others away? Where are the guests leaving? Do you think this is good? The largest private room, Guiwu Pavilion, is reserved for the rich and esteemed guests like the Taoist Lord. I will lead you to see—"
There is still a "look" before it exits, and the sound of benches, tables and chairs smashing is heard below.
"Look at what! I don't care if you are Guiwu Pavilion or Turtle Pavilion - your grandmother's name is very bad. Don't, don't, give you a thousand gold and drive them away!"
"Master Dao, don't cause problems for the slave family. You can see that he is a sensible and learned person." The proprietress opened her eyes and said nonsense without hesitation, and said with a tender smile, "There are guests on the left and right, why don't you? If you are satisfied with Guiwu Pavilion, I can also change it for you, the place is smaller, but elegant and beautiful, and I will give you a piece of pipa singing and dancing for free, do you think this is good?"
"Not good! Not good! Fifteen! Let people get out!" The rough voice roared, "Don't be mad! My son will be angry when he comes!"
"Wow-" Qianjin may be a lot to others, but for the ink burning who has been the emperor of the human world, it is really funny to listen to. It should be known that he casually sent Song Qiutong some treasures in his previous life, which were all invaluable. So he bit his chopsticks, his eyes widened, and he whispered and smiled with Chu Wanning, "Master, you listen to this person, and you want to drive us away in one thousand and five."
Chu nightning glanced at him, opened the bamboo curtain of the elegant room, and looked downstairs.
I saw that the dining hall hall was crowded with a large group of people. Although they were wearing normal clothes, they could not tell which sect they belonged to, but each of them wore a high-grade sword with a cold light around their waists. A drooling demon wolf. The value of the treasured saber may not be easy to judge, but this demon wolf is priceless. It is not easy for ordinary cultivators to obtain one, but each of them has one. Obviously, their backgrounds are extremely prominent.
The guests who had been eating all looked at these people in horror, and the hall was silent for a while.
Suddenly, a snow-colored white light flew into the inn. After everyone saw it clearly, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all shrank back with a bang, and some were timid and screamed: "There is a big demon, there is a big demon. !"
What jumped in was a snow-white wolf demon that was three people tall. Its eyes were blood-red as blood, its hair was as shiny as silk, and a pair of wolf teeth shone with cold light. It was as long as an adult man's arm.
However, on the huge body of this ferocious beast, there is a young man with handsome features and arrogant eyes sitting and lying leisurely with his legs crossed. , He wears a pocket sun on his head, a cluster of soft red tassel hangs down from the crown of the silver lion Hanri, and on his knees lies a jasper bow, which should be his weapon.
Seeing him, those bragging monks immediately knelt down on one knee, hammered their hands on their chests, and said in unison, "Young Master!"
"Okay." The young man waved his hand impatiently, "I want you to do something to grind and chirp, but also welcome, welcome your dog head!"
"Pfft." Mo Ran laughed and whispered to Chu nightning, "He said that they greeted the dog's head, so wouldn't he become a dog's head?"
"… "
The young man was lying between the soft neck of the demon wolf, with a surly expression: "Where is the shopkeeper of this broken inn? Who is it?"
Although the proprietress was afraid, she still stepped forward calmly and said with a smile: "It's insulting to the eyes of the Immortal Monarch. The shopkeeper of this small shop is the slave family."
"Oh." The young man glanced at her, "I want to live in a shop, but I'm not used to crowds. Tell them, and I'll make up for the lost money."
"But Xianjun..."
"I know you're embarrassed, this is for you, and I apologize for the table. If you really don't want to, then forget it." The young man threw a gift bag to the proprietress, and when he opened it, there was actually a pile of golden nine-turn Guiyuan pill. This ball can help greatly increase the cultivation base in ten days. One piece on the market costs more than 2,000 gold. The proprietress took it. First, the color changed because of the other party's opulence, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
No cultivator would refuse such a good thing, and inviting people to leave like this is always a thing of the past.
The proprietress apologized and gave gifts one by one. The young man yawned, bowed his head in disgust and despised the group of attendants, and said, "It's all trash, I don't want me to come in person."
They glanced at each other from left to right, and said in a row, "...Young master is wise, and your son is mighty."
The people soon dispersed. Except for Chu Wanning and Mo Ran who didn't care about money and medicine pills, everyone else took the things and left the inn without complaint and went to live elsewhere.
The proprietress said, "Young Master, they're all gone, but two guests said that the night was getting dark, and one of them was sick and didn't want to find another place. You see..."
"Forget it, forget it, don't care about the sick seedlings." The young man waved his hand happily, "Just don't disturb me."
Sick seedling Chu Wanning: "..."
The proprietress immediately smiled and said enthusiastically: "Young master is really a kind person. It is too late, does you want to rest or have something to eat first?"
The young man said, "I'm hungry. If I don't rest, I want to eat."
"Young master wants to eat, the shop must serve the best dishes. Our chef is best at making crab powder lion head, crystal meat..."
"Lion's head to vent his anger?" The young man was obviously not from the south, and he didn't like to eat southern food. He was stunned when he heard the name of the dish, then frowned and waved his hand, "No, I don't understand. What a mess."
Originally thought to be a son of an aristocratic family, but now it seems that he may be a prosperous businessman.
The proprietress: "...what the son wants to use, as long as the shop knows it, you can do it."
"It's easy to say." The young man pointed to his servants, "Cut five catties of beef for each of them, and give me ten catties of beef, one catty of soju, and two lamb shanks. That's about it. It's too late. Eat too much, give your stomach a little padding."
Ink burning: "Wow..."
Looking back, I wanted to laugh at the young man's bucket-like appetite with the master, but I saw that Chu nightning was staring at the young man, and there seemed to be some unpredictable thin smoke in his eyes.
The ink burned subconsciously and asked: "Master seems to know him?"
"Um."
He originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Chu nightning really knew him, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "What? Then, who is he?"
"The only son of the head of Confucianism." Chu nightning said softly, "Nangong Si."
"..." The ink burned the heart, no wonder Chu nightning will know, after all, Chu nightning was the guest of Linyi Confucianism, the son of the head, he must have seen it. It's no wonder that I didn't know that, when I washed the Confucianism with blood in my previous life, this Nangong Si had already died of illness.
At that time, he also said that the son of the head of the sect was a half-crippled and crooked, but he didn't expect to see him today, it turned out to be such an arrogant young man who was alive and healthy.
... how did you get sick? Sudden illness
Nangong Si had a good time eating downstairs, and after a while, he devoured the two legs of lamb and ten pounds of beef, and drank several bowls of wine, seeing the ink burning upstairs.
"Master, isn't Confucianism the most elegant? What's the matter with this young master? It seems to be less out of tune than our Xue Mengmeng."
Chu nightning pressed his head back, and he still turned his face, looking at the scene below: "Don't give you a random name for your fellow."
Hehe smiled twice, and the ink burned what he wanted to say, but because Chu nightning pointed his head with his fingertips, the elegant sleeves like smoke clouds were falling on his face, the fabric was light, like silk and silk, like satin and non-satin , the touch is warm and cool like water. Suddenly thinking of something, he was stunned.
Just now, he was in the house, and he was in a daze and went to pull Chu Wanning's clothes, but he didn't pull it off for a long time.
But at this moment, looking closely at the material of the clothes, Mo Ran suddenly recognized that it was the "Ice Mist Ribbon" produced by Kunlun Taxue Palace.
The Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace is one of the most aloof sects in the immortal family of the upper cultivator world. All its disciples, who enter the school at the age of five, must enter the Kunlun Holy Land for retreat and practice after one year, and can only leave the seclusion after forming their own spiritual core. Although the spiritual core itself is self-contained, the practice is only to summon it. But this time is very long, often as long as ten to fifteen years, during which no unrelated people can wait to enter. So the food and clothing of the disciples became a hassle, but the food was okay, because the Kunlun Holy Land was adjacent to the Queen Mother Lake, and the disciples of the Snow Palace could go into the lake to fish for food every day, but they couldn’t knit their clothes by themselves, right
As a result, "Ice Mist Aya" came into being.
Clothes cut out of this kind of Lingluo are not only as soft as smoke, but also have a dust-avoiding spell attached to them, so dust can't get on them. Unless they are splashed with stains such as blood and water, they don't need to be cleaned.
But the best part is that the "ice mist ling" will change with the body shape of the master. This is indispensable for the disciples of the Snow Stepping Palace. They may not be able to enter the forbidden area until they are five or twenty years old. After leaving the customs, during this long period of time, from the child with a bun to the young man in Yuli, the clothes woven by Bingwuling just happened to grow with them, avoiding the embarrassment of ill-fitting clothes.
- But what is Chu nightning doing wearing clothes made of this material
The ink burned and narrowed his eyes, and suddenly there was a spark in his mind. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that something, he had thought wrong from the beginning, what was it...
"Excuse me, where is the shopkeeper?"
The voice was full of energy, but the amiable and polite voice of the young man suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.
Looking down, it was actually the group of Confucianism disciples who appeared in Xuanyuan Pavilion during the day.
"Isn't this Ye Wangxi's follower?" Mo Ran instantly came to the spirit.
There are seventy-two cities in the Confucianism Sect, and the disciples usually do not know each other. As for Nangong Si, he sat alone in a private room with his back to the door, so the group of teenagers glanced at the disciples in the inn who were wearing uniforms, but did not recognize a familiar face.
Ye Wangxi's meeting with Nangong Si, this is a good show to watch.
"I'm really sorry, the small shop was packed up tonight." The proprietress hurriedly greeted her, while secretly scolding herself for forgetting to close the door and lock it, "Several immortals, go to other places to see, I'm sorry. ,I'm really sorry about it."
The young man in the lead looked embarrassed: "Oh, how could this be? I just went to see the other stores, and they are all people. We brought a thin girl here. She hasn't rested for a long time. A better place for her to sleep in. The shopkeeper, please go and ask the uncle who reserved the room if he can give up a few rooms?"
"This... I'm afraid people don't want it."
The young man bowed and pleaded politely, "Just ask the proprietress. If he doesn't want to, then it's fine."
Before the proprietress could speak, Nangong Si's entourage at the table by the door suddenly stood up with a slap on the table, and said angrily, "What are you asking! Go out, go out! Don't disturb my son's meal!"
"That's right! I'm wearing Confucianism's clothes, but I'm embarrassed to take a girl to bed, and I don't think I'm ashamed of my own school!"
The young man didn't expect them to misunderstand so much, and his face flushed instantly, and he said angrily: "Why is this fellow Taoist spitting blood? My Confucianism is upright, so naturally I won't do such a cowardly thing, this girl is my son. Saved by good intentions, how can you allow such nonsense?"
"Your son?" Nangong Si's entourage glanced at the elegant room, seeing that the young master was still casually drinking soju, and seemed to acquiesce to his behavior of chasing others, so he relaxed and sneered, "Everyone knows Confucianism. There is only one son of the wind door, who is the one in your family?"
"Under the Confucianism, Ye forget the past." A gentle voice sounded from outside the curtain.
All the teenagers turned their heads one after another: "Young Master Ye—"
Ye Wangxi was dressed in black, and his handsome face was a little more delicate in the candlelight for no reason. He walked into the inn with his hands behind him, followed by a woman wearing a veil, revealing uneasy soft eyes, it was Song Qiutong.
"..." When the ink burned and saw her, the blue veins on the forehead suddenly jumped twice.
The enemy's road is narrow, why is she again...
Nangong Si's entourage saw that the person who came was actually Ye Wangxi. They were stunned for a while, and then there were a few who couldn't hold back their anger, and their faces showed disgust.
This Ye Wangxi is the adopted son of the first elder of the Confucianism Sect, and belongs to the "dark city" of the seventy-two cities of the Confucianism Sect. As the name suggests, the dark city is good at cultivating dark guards. The head of the Confucianism Sect originally raised him to be the next dark guard leader, but because Ye Wangxi's roots were not suitable for the secret guard method, he gradually transferred to the main city and became a respected leader. right arm of the Lord.
Because of Ye Wangxi's identity as a dark guard in his early years, he kept a low profile and few people knew his name. However, the Lord respects him very much. In recent years, there have even been rumors that Ye Wangxi is the illegitimate son of the Lord. Perhaps because of this reason, the real young master Nangong Si has always been at odds with Ye Wangxi.
The young master doesn't like him, so how can his followers have a good impression of Young Master Ye
Originally, as juniors, they absolutely could not offend Young Master Ye, but each of these people are Nangong Si's henchmen and were directly ordered by Nangong, so the atmosphere was tense for a long time, but the rough-hearted people sneered twice and said: " Young Master Ye, please come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to make room for you in this inn today."
"Master, since they said there is no space left, then, let's find another place." Song Qiutong stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed Ye Wangxi's clothes, and said in a panic, "Not to mention the extravagance here, I really don't care. Dare to teach the son to spend more money..."
Mo Ran heard these two sentences upstairs, rolled his eyes, and thought that this guy really went with this weak and pitiful tone.
Ye Wangxi was about to speak when suddenly, a huge white shadow came out from the inside and slammed behind Ye Wangxi.
Song Qiutong said in shock, "Young Master, be careful!!"
"Ooooooo! Woohoo!!"
With the loud howl, a snow-white demon wolf ran wildly and circled wildly around Ye Wangxi.
"… "
In the silence of the crowd.
Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes and said in amazement to the white-haired demon wolf who was three feet tall but rolled on the ground at the moment: "Nao Baijin?"
This demon wolf is Nangong Si's mount. Because its pupils are as red as agate, its fur is as white as snow, and its claws have a touch of gold, it is named onyx white gold.
Since Nao Baibai is here, Nangong Si must have come. Ye Wangxi raised his hand and touched the white velvet brain gate that Nao Baijin had brought together, and looked around.
sand-
The bamboo curtain was opened by one hand, the sleeves were bright red, and the edge was wrapped with gold wire.
Half of his impatient face was exposed, Nangong Si folded his arms and leaned leisurely in the private room, holding a pot of soju in his palm, he glanced at Ye Wangxi and sneered: "Interesting, You can run into you wherever you go. You follow me so closely, if you provoke people to gossip about us, where will you put my face?"
The author has something to say: Wolf cub: Five hundred for you, go.
Puppies: Don't go.
Wolf cub: I'll give you a thousand, let's go!
Puppies: Don't go!
Wolf cub: Here's a thousand and a half! Are you going or not!
Son of a bitch: In my last life, this world was my seat, you can shut up, you early-dead bastard!
Wolf cub: You dare to curse me! *&#! &*Ooooooooooo! ! ! !
Puppies: Wang Wang woo ow ow! !
Boss lady: Crooked? Wild animal epidemic prevention station? There are two mad dogs quarreling in my shop, yes, one is a husky, the other is an Alaska... Yes, yes, that Alaska also carries a Samoyed named Nao Jin... Yes, it seems that none of the three have ever fought Vaccines are dangerous...