Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

“He who sees it shall have a share, and he who sees it shall have a share.”

The old monk took the Qiankun bag and sneaked into Chu Wen's room.

Chu Wen quickly put all the gold and silver into the Qiankun Ring, and then took out about two thousand taels of silver and piled it on the ground.

"Here it is. It's all yours."

The old monk happily handed his Qiankun bag to Chu Wen: "Help me fill it up, fill it up, it's strange, this man looks fierce, why is there so little silver."

"This is still not enough. It's enough for Master to support ten nuns."

The old monk snatched the Qiankun bag, turned around awkwardly, and went out cursing.

"Master, those three bags of rice are emitting spiritual energy. They must be spiritual rice." Shiqing said.

"Spiritual rice? What is spiritual rice?" Chu Wen asked curiously.

"Spiritual rice contains spiritual energy, which can assist in cultivation. I heard that a low-grade spiritual stone can only buy five kilograms of spiritual rice."

After hearing this, Chu Wen calculated that these three bags of spiritual rice weighed about three hundred kilograms, which meant they were worth sixty low-grade spiritual stones.

"Good stuff, good stuff. I'll cook it and eat it tomorrow. If it tastes good, when I earn some spirit stones in the future, we can eat spirit rice for every meal."

"There is not only spiritual rice, but also spiritual vegetables, spiritual fruits, and spiritual meat. I heard that only the monks from large sects can eat them regularly." Huayi said with a smile.

His mouth was watering at the sweet talk.

Chu Wen smiled when he heard this and said, "Don't worry, I will make sure everyone can eat it every day in the future."

None of the four women in the room doubted this boast.

"It's poetic and picturesque. Not a single one of the twelve people in the inn can be spared."

"Yes, Master."

……

Before daybreak, all twelve monks in the inn were buried silently under Marin's house.

Chu Wen also obtained forty-five five-element spirit stones.

Looking at the spirit stone in the Qiankun Ring, Chu Wen was extremely happy.

He planned to go to the Immortal Market and the Black Market after Wenxiang Tower opened to buy the jade slips of the martial arts technique first.

After packing up, Chu Wen suddenly remembered the golden elixir.

Poetry says that the golden elixir contains spiritual power, and I wonder if the gourd will absorb it as well.

Thinking of this, Chu Wen hurriedly probed his spiritual sense into the gourd, and saw that the golden elixir was emitting dazzling three-color light.

Part of the three-color light was absorbed by the walls of the gourd.

A part of it transformed into five-colored spiritual energy and dispersed in the gourd space, and then the color gradually faded until it disappeared.

Sure enough.

Chu Wen was about to take the golden elixir, but then he thought:

The Imperial Astronomical Observatory does not allow cultivators to practice with golden elixirs. Perhaps there are some hidden dangers. It is better to just give it to the gourd.

This cultivator's golden elixir, which was equivalent to a sixth-level demon elixir, was given to Hulu by Chu Wen.

……

On the next morning, Chu Wen took out five pounds of magical rice and asked He Xiangu to make porridge.

Two quarters of an hour later, a unique fragrance filled the entire Fengyinju, making everyone drool.

Half an hour later, the whole pot of spiritual rice porridge was eaten up without a drop left.

This porridge is really delicious. Not only is it very fragrant, but it also makes you feel warm in your stomach and you feel like all your internal organs are being nourished.

Only when you manage a household do you know how expensive oil and salt are. Looking at the family who were still reluctant to leave, Chu Wen finally understood how the old monk felt.

He was worried that these people would become greedy and he would not be able to feed them, so he did not dare to cook the spiritual rice at noon.

After soliciting everyone's opinions, Chu Wen set a rule of eating spiritual rice once every five days.

Widow Zhou and Widow Xu did not ask a single question about what happened last night.

They knew clearly in their minds that this brother was definitely a fairy, the kind who was both cute and not too serious.

……

Without the threat of Wolong Sect and having obtained the treasure of Wolong Sect, Chu Wen was in a good mood.

The Fengyin collection of essays became more and more popular, the four lines of Fengyin were well-known to everyone, and Chuwen became more and more famous.

During this period, people often asked to see Chu Wen.

When they meet, most of the words they say are flattering and fawning, which really detracts from their practice.

Chu Wen ordered He Xiangu to block the way for him, and asked him to tell everyone else that he was not at home, except for Sister Su Qiuting who bought furniture for him, Sister Sun Bihe who was gentle and wealthy, Zhao Ziyan who said she would support him, and Shopkeeper Wen.

Only then can you achieve peace.

The opening date of Wenxianglou is scheduled for the evening of June 20th, which is only five days away.

On this day, Manager Wen came to visit and intentionally or unintentionally hinted at his desire to urge the submission of the manuscript.

Chu Wen went to the study and casually wrote down a paragraph:

"The most touching thing is the gentleness of her lowered head, like a water lotus that is shy in the cool breeze."

After writing, Chu Wen asked Shiqing to paint a self-portrait next to him.

The poet found these words extremely beautiful, and when she heard that the host wanted to add her own portrait next to them, she felt shy but also happy.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that can not overcome the cool breeze

Hua Yi saw the situation, rubbing her slender hands, pouting her red lips, and looking at Chu Wen with pitiful eyes.

Chu Wen laughed, immediately took another piece of paper, picked up the pen and wrote:

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

After writing, let Huayi draw his own self-portrait next to it.

Huayi's worry immediately turned into joy, and her eyes were full of stars as she looked at Chu Wen.

The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces; the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the flowers are gorgeous.

Unexpectedly, just as the two paintings were finished, Hua Yanqiaoyu ran in again, hugged one of Chu Wen's arms, and acted like a coquettish person.

"Master, I want one too, I want one too..."

"I want it too, I want it too..."

Seeing this, Chu Wen touched the two guys' heads affectionately and started writing.

"The spring water is just born, the spring forest is beginning to flourish, and the spring breeze is ten miles away. It's not as good as you."

Spring water is just born, spring forest is just flourishing, spring breeze is ten miles long, nothing is worse than you

After finishing writing, he changed the paper, dipped it in ink, and continued writing:

"As graceful as a frightened giant, graceful as a swimming dragon, glowing autumn chrysanthemums, and luxuriant spring pines. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like snow in the flowing wind."

It is as graceful as a startled swan, as gentle as a flying dragon, as glorious as the autumn chrysanthemum, as flourishing as the spring pine.

After reading the poetic and picturesque scene, I have the deepest admiration for the owner.

The owner actually came up with such beautiful verses at will, which is simply amazing.

Each of them took a piece of paper and drew the image of the sweet talk.

When Hua Yanqiaoyu found out that she also had a portrait, she was so happy that she jumped up and down in the room like a child.

When all four paintings were finished, Chu Wen wrote four names, namely, Poetry, Painting, Flowery Words and Clever Words, on the four paintings respectively.

Chu Wen really didn't want to show these four paintings to others, so he gave them to Poetry, Painting, and Flowery Words, and they were very happy.

Afterwards, Chu Wen picked up his pen and copied four more poems, asked the poet to draw a few simple paintings with poetic sentiments, and gave them to Shopkeeper Wen.

After hearing a bunch of compliments, Chu Wen said:

"Brother, don't sell these four paintings at once. It's better to sell one at a time." Chu Wen said.

Shopkeeper Wen understood that scarcity makes things valuable, so he agreed immediately.

In fact, Chu Wen was just too lazy to write.

……

Wen Xiang Lou is scheduled to open at 5 p.m. on June 20th.

That day, Chu Wen and his three sisters arrived at Wenxiang Tower in advance.

Looking up, the three-story restaurant is majestic and grand.

The building is constructed with high-quality nanmu wood, the exterior is painted vermilion, and matched with golden glazed tiles. Under the sunlight, the whole building sparkles.

The two sides of the gate and the plaque in the center are covered with red cloth, below which are the couplets and the name of the store written by Chu Wen himself.

As you step into the first floor, you will see a spacious and bright hall filled with scattered tables. Simple and elegant wooden tables and chairs are scattered around, and the table tops are as smooth as mirrors.

The surrounding walls are also carefully decorated, with calligraphy and paintings as well as porcelain flowers interlaced, giving it a cultural feel.

The second floor continues the layout of the first floor, also with a scattered terrace layout, but it is more elegant in comparison.

The window seats also offer a panoramic view of the city life, allowing diners to enjoy the bustling scene while eating.

There are eight luxurious boxes on the third floor, all named after the tunes of Chu poetry, and the corresponding poems are printed on the walls of the boxes.

Each private room is meticulously decorated with gorgeous and dazzling hollow-carved doors and windows, paired with rosewood tables and chairs, and velvet cushions, exuding refinement and luxury everywhere.