The middle-aged man in public clothes led Xu Chong and others directly through the lively square and came to an empty stone platform on the inside. He pointed to the pavilion above and said:
"Master Xu Xian, this is Pavilion No. 35 Ding. You will take the stage here from now on. If you still don't understand anything, you can always come to me at the entrance of the square."
Xu Chong nodded and said, "I'm sorry."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and left.
Looking at the empty pavilion in front of them, the two boys were very sensible and did not need to be told by the Dou Spreader. The two of them, together with the tiger servant, moved all the things including tables, chairs and cushions into the pavilion and arranged them.
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After a while, the Great Bean Spreader held a purple jade whisk in his hand and sat on a soft cushion. There was an antique low table in front of him, and a burner of incense was burning on the table.
Two fairy boys, Zhang Ping and Chen An, are located on the left and right sides of the fairy respectively. One plays the piano and the other makes tea.
And the white crane, as if it had recognized its owner, was walking back and forth in front of Xu Chong, very leisurely.
I don’t know what species this white crane is, but it is estimated to weigh more than ten kilograms. It is not afraid of people at all. It just stands in front of the immortal, shaking its wings from time to time, and occasionally calling twice as if it is in heat.
They are probably artificially bred knockoffs.
The majestic bald tiger servant, like an iron tower, guards behind the immortal.
Inside the pavilion in Xiantai, misty smoke rose up and lingered on Xu Chong. Coupled with his white immortal robe, from a distance, he really looked like a highly cultivated immortal.
The boy Zhang Ping lowered his head and played the guzheng very seriously. The music was melodious and slow.
Although he didn't understand what he was playing, Xu Chong vaguely felt that this would improve his performance.
After all, he has played Douyin and BiZhan before, and he knows that there is a completely different feeling between playing with a soundtrack and without a soundtrack.
Whether you can attract customers in the future depends entirely on your own fairy-like demeanor.
Xu Chong sat in the pavilion, feeling quite fresh, and looked around for a long time.
Based on observation.
He found that all the stone pavilions on this huge square were spaced about five meters apart.
Among the hundreds of pavilions, many are empty.
He was probably hired by his employer to slay demons.
After looking at it for a long time, Xu Chong found that his pavilion was located in the outermost circle of the square. It was in a very deserted and remote location, and almost no one came here.
On the contrary, the central area in the middle of the square was overcrowded.
Some of the pavilions were crowded with people, and it was so lively. It felt like there were many people lining up, rushing to invite the immortals to slay demons.
Xu Chong even doubted whether he was asked to do so.
In this world of immortal martial arts, the immortal warriors with real strength and potential have long been recruited by the imperial court or various sects.
Among the remaining people, there may be some experts, but definitely not many.
In particular, there are very few masters who take the stage to become immortals.
Therefore, within this Immortal Martial Arts Center, most of the Immortal Masters and Warriors should not be very powerful.
It is estimated that there are not many immortals at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm.
As for the immortals in the alchemy realm?
Are you kidding me? Immortals of this level are not short of money. What they are short of is status and reputation, as well as superior skills and elixirs to break through shackles.
Xu Chong looked at the two pavilions closest to him. There was no one in the pavilion on the left, but there was a black-robed immortal sitting in the pavilion on the right.
This black-robed immortal master looks quite young, probably in his twenties at most, and his face is quite kind.
As if aware of Xu Chong's gaze, the black-robed immortal master smiled, cupped his hands and said, "I, He Xiaohua, studied under the Yanzhou Xuanyi Sect. I wonder what your immortal friend's name is? Which sect and sect do you study under?"
Xu Chong also returned the greeting and said: "I am Xu Chong. I studied under Ziyun Temple in Wufeng Mountain. I just entered the Xianwufang to perform on stage today. I ask Master He to take care of me in the future."
He Xiaohua waved his hand and said with a smile: "Take care of each other, take care of each other..."
After a polite exchange between the two, Xu Chong discovered that He Xiaohua had a particularly cheerful personality and was easy to deal with. In addition, He Xiaohua was only three years older than him, had just started training, and all his family members were gone.
In an instant, the two found the same topic and chatted for a long time.
He Xiaohua felt as if he had found a soulmate whom he had never met in a lifetime, and it was a complete reunion.
While the two were chatting, they suddenly saw a young Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe, sweating profusely, appearing in front of the stone platform, holding on to the stone platform and panting continuously.
Xu Chong was stunned for a moment, thinking he was a passerby, but found out that He Xiaohua and the yellow-robed Taoist priest were acquaintances.
He Xiaohua looked back at the Taoist priest and asked in surprise: "Taoist Fang, why are you back so soon? Didn't you say it would be tomorrow at the earliest? Has the matter been settled?"
The yellow-robed Taoist priest said angrily: "What a fart!"
Hearing this, He Xiaohua gloated and said: "It seems that I'm in trouble! I've heard a long time ago that the evil spirits in the ancient house in Panlong Town are not so easy to deal with. Fortunately, you have been bragging to me before, saying that it's just a little devil.
I don’t take it seriously at all.”
The yellow-robed Taoist priest was a little depressed, "The evil spirits have risen, and they must come back to find help..."
Seeing that they were acquaintances, Xu Chong said hurriedly: "If you don't mind, Taoist Master Fang, please come up and sit down. I have tea here."
The yellow-robed Taoist priest glanced at him, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. You're welcome, Fang."
Wait until the Taoist priest comes up.
Seeing this, He Xiaohua on the side immediately introduced the Taoist priest: "This is Master Xu Chong, a friend I just met."
After saying that, he introduced the Taoist priest to Xu Chong, "This is Immortal Master Fang Yuanshan, the owner of the immortal platform next door to you."
Xu Chong looked at the empty pavilion on the left and thought that it belonged to the yellow-robed Taoist priest.
"Master Fang, please have tea..."
The two fairy boys obediently poured tea for the three of them. The Taoist priest seemed to be very thirsty and drank several cups before he stopped.
Seeing him in such a mess, He Xiaohua asked with concern: "What is going on?"
Taoist priest Fang said: "It's so unlucky this time. I just arrived at Panlong Town last night and before I even took action, I bumped into King Guangshan's night patrol and hundreds of ghosts walking at night."
"King Guangshan?"
After hearing this name, not only He Xiaohua exclaimed, but even Xu Chong who was sitting there was very surprised.
I learned from my predecessor’s memory that King Guangshan’s real name was Qin Meng. He was a fierce general in the Tang Dynasty during his lifetime. He defended Liangzhou City to resist the Xiongnu army.
So after his death, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty named him King of Guangshan.
This fierce general has been dead for more than a hundred years. According to legend, he is the ghost king in Liangzhou.
Xu Chong had only heard various stories about King Guangshan before, but he never expected that he would actually bump into the Taoist priest in front of him today.