After careful questioning by everyone, the boss lady explained it to everyone.

It turns out that this Wuchang fish banquet must use the live fish of the day as ingredients, and many of the dishes are not only made from Wuchang fish.

In particular, the most exquisite dishes such as raw fish dumplings and fresh fish soup must be paired with fresh rainbow trout and rare Chinese sturgeon to achieve the proper taste. Therefore, in order not to ruin their own signature, they

Xin's Restaurant has a limited supply every day, and today's last all-fish banquet has been reserved by several guests in the private room next to it.

When Jiang Qianfeng and Zhai Lingxiu heard this, their hearts dropped and they shouted to leave.

However, just as Jiang Qianfeng pulled Bai Wuyan out of the porch and stood in front of the railing waiting for the two girls to stand, a deep and powerful voice came from behind them: "You are also practitioners in the human world, right?

Which Shanmen sect does it come from?"

Bai Wuyan and Jiang Qianfeng did not expect that there were still human cultivators in this restaurant, so they quickly turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from.

The moment the scene in front of them came into view, they were stunned and didn't even bother to talk.

It turned out that the person who made the deep and powerful voice was a tall man nine feet tall. Although he was wearing a rather loose navy blue robe, it still could not hide his strong tendons. His handsome face was larger than that of ordinary people.

He went around a few times, but compared to his own broad arms, he seemed disproportionately small. He occupied the entire corridor by himself.

However, for this strong man, practitioners in the human world are extremely common. Not only do he have many masters, uncles and brothers in the sect where he grew up, but he can always encounter them even when he is out training.

Practitioners of other sects.

Because practitioners in the human world have the same goal, to slay demons and cultivate immortality, even if they are not from the same sect, they have been sharing the same hatred and hatred for thousands of years, helping each other, and they are not friends with each other, or are brothers or brothers.

Senior sisters are commensurate.

And he is a cheerful and outgoing character who likes to make good friends and cannot live without brothers and friends.

So whenever he met someone who looked like a practitioner, he would go up and ask, and then try to make friends.

"I am Zhizhen, a lay disciple of the Kunlun Sect. We have several other great practitioners here. Why don't I introduce them to you all? How about we all get to know each other and make friends?" Zhizhen looked at the two opposite men.

A friend wearing Taoist robes and carrying a stick and sword ignored him for a long time, so he walked over directly.

After he stated his intention, he folded his fists in a friendly manner and made a bow.

Only then did Bai Wuyan react, and he quickly responded with a salute: "Bai Wuyan, this is Jiang Qianfeng, we are from Longhu Mountain, right?"

"Longhu Mountain," Zhizhen couldn't help but repeat after hearing this. He thought that this was the source of Taoism in the world and a sect that practiced outside the world, so he couldn't help but be in awe and invited again, "I have admired you for a long time, I have admired you for a long time, it is difficult to meet

Where are the senior brothers from Longhu Mountain, why don’t you come in and talk.”

While Zhizhen and Bai Wuyan were talking, Yao Jingli and Zhai Lingxiu also packed up and slowly walked out of the private room.

Bai Wuyan then looked at them and asked Zhizhen, "We have two girls here. Isn't it convenient?"

When Zhizhen saw these two young girls with unique clothes and extraordinary looks, his eyes lit up at first, but then he couldn't help but said nervously: "Of course, of course, friends, please come in quickly."

So Bai Wuyan and the other two were invited into the private room next to them. This private room was several times larger than theirs, but there were only four young people sitting at the huge round table.

I saw Zhizhen walking up to a man and a woman who were standing near the door. He put his arms around the shoulders of the man and began to introduce them: "These two extraordinary heroic young men are the bamboo sword and plum sword of the Shushan Sword Sect."

Sword master brother and sister."

Then he looked across from them, where two delicate and beautiful Taoist nuns were sitting: "And these two beautiful girls are the two junior sisters Lan Ruo and Xi Ruo from the Emei Sect."

"You are not from the same sect, how come you can get along so well with each other?" Zhai Lingxiu has never set foot in the world of human practitioners and is curious about everything.

Seeing that the beautiful girl on the other side had asked a question, Zhizhen had no reservations and explained in detail: "Young lady is probably not a cultivator. She may not know something. The eight sects under our Highness Hunwu have been the same for thousands of years."

Qi Lianzhi, and in recent years, they have also jointly organized a palace alliance to unite all cultivator sects in the world to participate in grand events. Shushan Sect

The two young heroes from the Emei sect and the two girls from the Emei sect were met by chance when I was attacked by a demon spirit outside the city of Chang'an, and we got to know each other after we fought against the enemy together. However, after we got acquainted, we discovered that we had all received the spirit spirit.

According to the notice from the Wu Palace, we should go to Jiangning City, the headquarters of the Hunwu Palace, to attend a grand gathering of cultivators from all over the world. So after everyone discussed it, we decided to go together and go together."

Whether it is for ordinary people or cultivators in the world, the thousand-year-old ancient capital on the Guanzhong Plain is still habitually called Chang'an.

Just when Zhizhen was explaining, the landlady had already brought a table of dishes, so Jiang Qianfeng didn't hear a word of Zhizhen's words. His attention was focused on the fish feast, which looked delicious, delicious and all kinds of dishes.

He was so attracted by the dishes that he even murmured in a low voice: "This whole fish feast is indeed well-deserved. How can they eat so much for just a few of them?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qianfeng's words were not heard by others, but happened to be overheard by the proprietress who was passing by him. This proprietress was also a smart person, and she roughly guessed from Zhizhen's words and attitude that these two groups must have gotten together.

And they made friends, so they came to Zhizhen and whispered a few words, briefly telling Jiang Qianfeng and the others about the fish banquet because they were late.

Zhizhen knew the whole story and explained embarrassedly: "Brother Bai, Brother Jiang, and the two girls, I'm so sorry. We want all the remaining fish here because we were killing demons along the way.

, and also met several senior brothers from the Wudang Sect. They were outside the city earlier. Everyone had agreed to come to this place in the city.

We got together at a restaurant and never returned until they were drunk, but now I don’t know what happened to delay them, and they haven’t arrived yet. Otherwise, you see this table of dishes is enough for more than a dozen people, so why don’t you go too

If someone else is ordering food, please sit at our table. I’m treating you today. Let’s eat fish and drink wine. Wouldn’t we have fun?”

After Zhizhen finished speaking, several other cultivators also began to extend warm invitations. Seeing how hospitable Zhizhen and others were, everyone no longer refused and sat down one by one.

However, when everyone was sitting down, no one knew that an old beggar with ragged clothes and unkempt face was singing a southern and northern tune he learned from somewhere. He walked into the restaurant step by step as if he was drunk.

The shopkeeper and the waiter who looked after the shop seemed not to notice the old beggar, and actually let him walk slowly up the stairs to the second floor.

"Walking around, wandering around, slaying monsters without distinguishing between good and evil, looking only at beauty and ugliness when meeting people; having no money, but drinking alcohol, being drunk and knowing everything about the world, speaking out if you want to hear stories."

The old beggar was rocking and singing, and soon he came to the door of a private room full of practitioners.
Chapter completed!