In a rare moment of leisure, Yang Xiu felt the lively atmosphere in the store and listened to the conversations of all kinds of guests, which gave him a unique taste.
Many of these people are samurai with knives and sticks, and Jianghu tycoons. They talk about each other’s experiences or recent anecdotes in Jianghu.
Inadvertently, Yang Xiu saw that the seven people he met in the Grand Canyon that night were also entering the restaurant. A middle-aged man in purple clothes respectfully led the way and walked upstairs.
A few distance, of course, from the gods of Yang Xiu.
I heard the purple man respectfully say to the woman with a scarf and a graceful figure:
"Saint, all the way to the pommel horse fatigue, I have prepared the banquet, and I have eaten first. I am arranging some rest."
"Don’t mention it, Master Zhuang. Tell me the news you sent last time in detail. I wonder how the treasure map of Anlehou’s tomb reappears in the Jianghu, and whether the source of the news is reliable." Although the saint asked many questions, her tone was not urgent and sweet.
"Now there is a new change in the situation. I am waiting for the virgin to decide and report to you immediately."
Yang Xiu saw that they had reached the third floor, and there was no interest in listening any more. These worldly treasures had no attraction for him.
Just at this moment, the food 6 ordered by Yang Xiu came up, so he put his mind on eating.
The food is fried well, no wonder business is so good. The dish that Yang Xiu is eating now is called’ Xiangyu Mantang’, which is actually elbow meat. Although the dish is ordinary, it tastes fat but not greasy, soft and chewy, and its mouth is fragrant. By the time the second course comes up, Yang Xiu will have finished eating this elbow.
The bartender put away the food but didn’t leave immediately, but said to Yang Xiu:
"Sir, since it’s the rush hour for eating, there are no vacant seats in our shop. There is only one person here. Can you arrange two guests to have dinner at this table together?"
"hmm." Yang Xiu didn’t mean to be cold, just didn’t like to say more.
When the bartender saw Yang Xiu’s promise, although he felt that Yang Xiu was not enthusiastic, he pretended not to know, and immediately brought a couple, old and young.
The old man is in his sixties, with a gray head and a three-inch beard on his chin. He holds a cloth banner with pictures of Yin and Yang and the words’ fortune telling’ written on it.
Little tender-skinned, ripe, but a woman disguised as a man, quietly following the fortune teller.
To Yang Xiu’s surprise, the fortune-teller was also a monk, but he only practiced for nine layers.
The fortune-teller saw Yang Xiu and said:
"This little brother, excuse me."
"You’re welcome."
"Listening to the little brother’s language is not like a person from a single country."
"hmm"
The fortune-teller saw that Yang Xiu was not interested in talking, so he stopped talking and ordered by himself.
The Xiuxian Sect also has power distribution in the secular world, and is mainly responsible for mining spiritual mines.
The forces of Nanling faction control the Henghuan prairie, while the single fruit country is controlled by Shujianmen.
In recent years, there have been wars between Henghuan Prairie and Singuo Country, which is the result of Shujianmen’s secret instigation to further expand its sphere of influence.
Therefore, Nanling Sect and Shujianmen have repeatedly disagreed, and the disciples of both sides often fight, thus becoming hostile sects.
However, most of the aura in the secular world is thin, and the world of mortals is flashy and extravagant, which is most likely to affect the monk’s mind and indulge in it, so there are few people who are dedicated to the moral monk.
Therefore, the monks sent by various factions to the secular world have the highest cultivation, but they are all disciples who have no hope of further promotion and are responsible for the management of sect affairs.
In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Yang Xiu used the "occult spirit technique" to hide his aura as soon as he entered the country of single fruit. Therefore, with the practice of fortune-tellers, he saw the clothes there.
Yang Xiu ate by herself, but didn’t take care of others’ feelings.
An Jiajia saw that the young Taoist priest across the street could eat too much. He ate a plate of elbow, a beggar chicken, a yellow croaker, a braised pig’s trotters, a long spicy row and other messy dishes. I really don’t know how his stomach can hold it.
Yang Xiujue noticed the strangeness of disguised as a man girl across the street. Although there was no change in her face, she was still a little embarrassed at heart.
Yang Xiu wanted to finish what he had never eaten before at one time, and it was shocking.
But they were all finished. Yang Xiu was just about to check out when he heard a struggle, followed by a scratching. A dude-like man was dumped from upstairs and smashed on a group of dining tables.
But that dude should have a few moves, the table is rotten, and people are still okay. Before a group of childe slaves who are hurriedly rushed down from upstairs came up to help, they climbed up from the ground, and although they were already covered with wine stains, they still said to a group of people upstairs:
"Don’t go if you have the ability, and I’ll deal with you when I come back."
While talking, dudes ran to the outside of the store, and disappeared.
The gang that fought with the dude upstairs was the seven people who stopped the saint, and it was the big fellow Tumen who threw the dude down.
(Please continue to support the cold lamp, the increase is still too slow)
…
————
Chapter DiYiJiu Anle Hou Tomb
Yang Xiu heard the purple clothes middle-aged man ZhuangTang Lord explained to the virgin:
"Just now, that dude was the eighth young master of 6 Wang Yefu. He is usually ignorant and doesn’t like articles. He idles all day and is extravagant and lustful. He is so used to bluffing that he won’t really dare to come. Besides, 6 Wang Ye doesn’t like it and won’t let him fool around. Saint, don’t let him disturb his interest."
Yang Xiu saw the difference, but Yang Xiu obviously felt that the six young masters also contained a weak aura in their bodies, but they were cold, so they should practice the magic way and the like.
However, there are only seven layers of practice. Although there are only seven layers of practice, it is not so embarrassing to deal with fighters who are just mortals. I wonder what his purpose is.
Yang Xiu looked at the fortune-teller again. He also frowned slightly, and obviously saw the true identity of the 6 young master and the suspicious place.
In a secret room, Master 6 stood respectfully in front of a skinny old man, which was not a bit arrogant.
"How is it going? Can you detect what it is?" The thin old man’s voice is dry and hoarse, like a ghost of evil spirits, and ordinary people are afraid to have nightmares.
6 master although also does not adapt, but didn’t show half a point, smell speech respectful way:
"Back to Master, my disciples just went to explore, and the’ Yingling Powder’ coated on them has not changed. The seven people sent should all be mortal fighters, and there are no monks."
"This is expected, the treasure map alone, and the illusory immortal rumors, is that we don’t care, how can we let those people pay attention to it. But as long as people are sent, they are not afraid that they will not take the bait. "
