The boss's wife's voice laughed and said, "Oh, Dao is so generous. It's only 500 yuan to take action. You really make me happy. But the shop opens to do business and is to be kind. How can I drive other customers away? Do you think this is good? The largest Guiwu Pavilion elegant room is specially reserved for guests as generous as Dao. I will lead you over and see--"

There is another "look" that has not yet been released, and the sound of benches, tables and chairs smashing around is heard below.

"Look at it! I don't care whether you are Guiwu Pavilion or Turtle Pavilion - your grandmother, this one is so terrible. No, don't, give you a thousand gold, drive them away!"

"Master Dao, don't ask me a problem, you can see that you are a well-educated man who understands the truth." The boss's wife opened her eyes and told lies without hesitation, and said with a crisp smile, "There are guests on both sides. If you are not satisfied with Guiwu Pavilion, I can also change you another one. The place is smaller, but it is elegant and beautiful. I will give you a free pipa singing and dancing. Are you okay if you think this is the case?"

"No! No! One thousand five! Let's get out!" The rough voice roared, "Don't be stumbled! My young master will be angry when he comes later!"

"Wow—" There may be many daughters for others, but for Mo Ran, who has been the emperor of the human world, it sounds really funny. It should be noted that he sent some treasures to Song Qiutong in his previous life, which were priceless. Therefore, he bit his chopsticks, his eyes wide open, and he whispered to Chu Wanning, "Master, Master, you want to drive us away after hearing this person, 1,500."

Chu Wanning glanced at him, lifted the bamboo curtain in the elegant room, and looked downstairs.

I saw a large group of people in the hall lobby. Although they were wearing regular clothes and could not tell which sect it was, each of them had a cold and high-quality treasure sword around their waists, and everyone was holding a demon wolf with a salivating mouth. The value of the treasure sword may be difficult to judge, but this demon wolf is worthless. It is not easy for ordinary cultivation sects to get one, but each of them has one, which is obviously very prominent.

The guests who were originally eating looked at these people in horror, and the hall was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a white snow light flew into the inn. After seeing it clearly, everyone was stunned at first, and then they all shrank back with a bang. Some timids even screamed: "There are big monsters, and there are big monsters!"

What jumped in was a snow-white wolf demon with three feet tall. His eyes were as bloody as blood, his hair was as bright as silk, and his pair of wolf teeth were shining with cold light, as long as an adult man's arms.

However, on the huge body of this ferocious beast, there was a handsome young man with his eyes crossed his legs and sat leisurely on his face. The young man was hunting armor with a sharp red dress under his armor, with a pair of bright red clothes embroidered with tight golden threads on his cuffs. He wore a croaker and a cluster of soft red tassels fell from the crown of the silver lion. A jasper bow lying on his knees should be his weapon.

When the monks who were showing off their power saw him, they immediately knelt down on one knee, hammered their hands on their chests, and said in unison: "Welcome to the young master!"

"Okay." The young man looked impatient and waved his hand, "I want you to do something and be tedious, and welcome you, welcome your dog heads!"

"Puff." Mo Ran laughed and whispered to Chu Wanning, "He said they welcomed the dog's head, so wouldn't he become the dog's head?"

“…”

The young man sat and lay between the demon wolf's soft neck, with a skewed expression: "Where is the shopkeeper of this broken inn? Who is it?"

Although the boss's wife was afraid, she still forced herself to fight and walked forward calmly, and smiled and said with apologies: "It's a shame to the emperor's eyes, and the shopkeeper of this small shop is the slave."

"Oh." The young man glanced at her, "I want to stay in a hotel, but I am not used to being a lot of people. Tell them, I will make up for the two lost money."

"But the Immortal Lord..."

"I know you are in a dilemma, I'll give you this to apologize for me to the table. If you really refuse, then forget it." The young man threw a gift bag to the boss's wife. When he opened it, he found a bunch of golden Jiuzhuan Guiyuan Pills. This ball can help increase his cultivation within one ten-day period. One pill on the market costs more than 2,000 gold. The boss's wife took it. First, she changed her expression because of the other party's luxury, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

No monk would refuse such a good thing, and it would be said that it would be a thing of the past to ask someone to leave like this.

The boss's wife apologized and gave gifts one by one. The young man yawned, bowed his head in disgust and said, "It's all waste, don't you want me to come in person."

They looked at each other and said repeatedly: "...Young master is wise and your son is mighty."

The people soon dispersed. Except for Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, they didn't care about money and pills, and everyone else took the things and left the inn without complaints and went to another house to live.

The proprietress said: "Young master, you're gone, but two guests said that the night was deep and one of them was ill and didn't want to find another place. Look..."

"Forget it, don't bother with the sick." The young man waved his hand happily, "Just don't bother me."

The sick Chu Wanning: “……………………”

The boss's wife immediately smiled happily and said enthusiastically: "Young Master is such a good man. It's too late. Should you take a rest or eat something first?"

The young man said: "I'm hungry. If I don't have a rest, I want to have a meal."

"If you want to have a meal, the small shop must have the best dishes to treat. Our chefs are best at making crab noodles, lion heads, crystal meat..."

"The head of a lion venting anger?" The young man was obviously not from the southerner and didn't like to eat southern dishes. 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."

I originally thought I was a child of a noble family, but now I think I may be a rich businessman.

The boss lady: "...that young master can do whatever he wants, as long as the shop knows it."

"It's easy to say." The young man pointed to his followers, "Cut five kilograms of beef for each of them, and give me ten kilograms of beef, one kilogram of soju and two lamb legs. That's all. It's too late to eat too much, so just put your stomach on a little bit."

Mo Ran: "Wow..."

Looking back, I wanted to laugh at the young man's food bucket with my master, but I saw Chu Wanning staring at the young man with her eyes intently, with a thin smoke and mist in her eyes.

Mo Ran asked subconsciously: "Master seems to know him?"

"Um."

He had just asked casually, but he didn't expect Chu Wanning to know him, so he couldn't help but say, "What? Then, what is he?"

"The only son of the head of the Rufeng Sect." Chu Wanning said softly, "Nangong Si."

"..." Mo Ran thought to himself, no wonder Chu Wanning knew him. After all, Chu Wanning was a guest minister of the Rufeng Sect in Linyi before and the son of the head of the sect. No wonder he didn't know him. When he was bloody in his previous life, Nangong Si had already died of illness.

He also thought that the son of the head was a sick and half-dead person. He didn't expect that when he saw him today, he was such an arrogant young man who was lively and healthy.

...Why did you die of illness? Suddenly you suffer from a serious illness?

Nangong Si was having fun downstairs. After a while, he ate all the two lamb legs like a wind and clouds. He drank several bowls of wine, which made Mo Ran upstairs shocked.

"Master, isn't the Confucian style sect the most important? What's going on with this young master? It seems that it's not as good as our Xue Mengmeng."

Chu Wanning pressed his head back, but he still looked at the scene below: "Don't give your classmates a random nickname."

He laughed twice. Mo Ran was about to say something, but because Chu Wanning pointed his head with his fingertips, his sleeves as flowing as smoke and clouds were falling on him. The fabric was light, like gauze but not gauze, like satin but not satin, and the touch was warm and cool. I couldn't help but think of something and was stunned for a moment.

Just now, he was in the house and was fascinated by the fact that he pulled Chu Wanning's clothes. He pulled them for a long time but didn't pull them away. He thought it was Chu Wanning's clothes tightly.

But at this moment, Mo Ran suddenly realized that it was the "ice mist silk" produced by Kunlun Trashui Palace.

Kunlun Trailing Snow Palace is the most cold and escaping sect among the immortals in the upper world. Any disciple who enters the school at the age of five must enter the Kunlun Holy Land to practice in seclusion after one year, and can only leave the seclusion after forming his own spiritual core. Although the spiritual core itself is owned, the practice is only to summon it. However, this time is very long, often from ten to fifteen years, and no irrelevant people must enter. Therefore, the disciples' food and clothing become troublesome, and the food is good, because Kunlun Holy Land is adjacent to Wangmu Lake. The disciples of the Snow Palace can go to the lake to catch food every day, but they can't weave clothes on their own, right?

Therefore, "Ice Mist Shade" came into being.

The clothes cut with this silk are not only as gentle as smoke, but also have a dust-proof spell, so the dust cannot be stained. Unless it is splashed with blood and other stains, it does not need to be cleaned.

But the most wonderful thing is that "Ice Mist Silk" will change as the body shape of the owner changes, which is indispensable for the disciples of the Snow Palace. They entered the forbidden area at the age of five and may not leave the seclusion until fifteen or twenty years old. During this long period, from the hunched children to the Yuli Youth, the clothes woven by Ice Mist Silk can grow with them, eliminating the embarrassment of not fitting the clothes.

——But Chu Wanning is fine and why is she wearing clothes made of this material for?

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a cluster of sparks polished in his mind. He suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that he had thought something wrong from the beginning. What was it...

"I'm upset, where is the shopkeeper?"

A voice full of energy, but the kind and polite young man suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking down, it turned out to be the group of disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect that appeared in Xuanyuan Pavilion during the day. He Hui Piaopiao, holding a sword in his hand, lifted the curtain with the hilt of the sword, and poked half of his body in.

"Isn't this Ye Wangxi's follower?" Mo Ran felt instantly excited.

There are 72 cities in the Rufeng Sect, and disciples usually don’t know each other. As for Nangong Si, he sat alone in a private room with his back facing the door, so the group of teenagers glanced at his fellow disciples in the inn, and did not recognize a familiar face.

Ye Wangxi faced Nangong Si, there was a good show.

"I'm really sorry. The shop was booked tonight." The proprietress hurried over and cursed herself while forgetting to close the door and lock it up. "Several Immortals, please go to another house to see it. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The young man in charge looked puzzled: "Oh, why is this happening? I have just visited other shops, and they are all over the place. We have brought a thin girl here. She hasn't had a long time to rest and wants to find a better place to let her sleep. Shopkeeper, please ask the old man who booked the venue, can he give up several rooms?"

"This... I'm afraid I don't want it."

The boy bowed and begged politely: "It's up to the boss to ask. If he doesn't want to, then forget it."

Before the boss could speak, Nangong Si's entourage suddenly slapped the table at the door and stood up, angrily saying, "What are you asking! Go out, go out! Don't disturb my young master for dinner!"

"That's it! Wearing the clothes of the Rufeng Sect, I actually had the nerve to take a girl to sleep, and I didn't feel embarrassed to my sect!"

The boy did not expect that they would have misunderstood so much, and his face turned red in anger, saying angrily: "Why is this fellow Taoist slandering? I am a righteous Confucian scholar, so I will not do such a miserable thing. This girl was saved by my son's kindness. How could you let go of such nonsense?"

"Your young master?" Nangong Si's follower glanced at the court. Seeing that the young master was still drinking sour wine casually, he seemed to have agreed to his behavior of driving people, he relaxed and sneered, "Everyone knows that there is only one young master of the Confucian style sect. Who is that person in your family?"

"In the Xiaru style sect Ye Wangxi." A gentle voice sounded outside the curtain.

The young men turned back one after another: "Young Master Ye——"

Ye Wangxi was dressed in black and his handsome face was a little more elegant in the candlelight. He walked into the inn with his hands behind his back, followed by a woman wearing a veil and showing her nervous and soft eyes. It was Song Qiutong.

"..." When Mo Ran saw her, his forehead suddenly stormed twice.

The enemy is narrow, why is it her again...

When Nangong Si's followers saw that the person came was Ye Wangxi, they were stunned at first, and then a few of them couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Ye Wangxi was the adopted son of the first elder of the Rufeng Sect, and was affiliated with the "Dark City" of the 72 cities of the Rufeng Sect. As the name suggests, the Unknown City is good at raising the Unknown Guards. The head of the Rufeng Sect originally educated him to become the next leader of the Unknown Guards, but because Ye Wangxi's roots were not suitable for the Unknown Guards' mind, he gradually turned to the main city and became the right-hand man of the Lord.

Because of Ye Wangxi's identity as a secret guard in his early years, he acted low-key and few people knew his name. However, the Lord valued him very much. Over the years, rumors that Ye Wangxi was the Lord's illegitimate son have even been circulating in the sect. Perhaps because of this reason, the real young master Nangong Si has always been incompatible with Ye Wangxi.

The young master doesn’t like him, so where can the followers below have any good impression of Mr. Ye?

Originally, as juniors, they must not offend Mr. Ye, but these people were all Nangong Si’s confidants and were directly ordered by Nangong. Therefore, the atmosphere was frozen for a long time, and the rough-minded person sneered twice and said, "Mr. Ye, please come back. I’m afraid that you will not be able to get a seat in this inn today."

"Young Master, since they said there was no space, then let's look for something else." Song Qiutong stretched out her slender jade fingers, grabbed Ye Wangxi's clothes, and said in a panic, "What's more, the cost here is extravagant, I really don't dare to teach the young master to spend any more..."

When Mo Ran heard these two sentences upstairs, he rolled his eyes and thought to himself that this guy really had such a weak and pitiful tone wherever he went. He used to cheat him, but now he is cheating Ye Wangxi again.

Ye Wangxi was about to speak when suddenly, a huge white shadow rushed out from the inside and suddenly attacked behind Ye Wangxi.

Song Qiutong was shocked and said, "Young Master, be careful!!"

"Aowuwu! Woowuwuwu!!"

With the loud cry, a snow-white demon wolf ran wildly, and turned around Ye Wangxi in circles.

“…………”

In the silence of everyone.
To be continued...