The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The voice of the proprietress came with a smile: "Oh, the Taoist master is so rich, and the price is five hundred gold. You really made my family happy. But the small shop is open to do business, and it is to be friendly. How can you catch up with others?" Are the guests leaving? Do you think this is good? The largest one in the Guiwu Pavilion is specially reserved for wealthy and distinguished guests like the Taoist Lord. I will guide you over to have a look—"

There is still a "look" before he can say it, and the sound of benches, tables and chairs being smashed can be heard below.

"Look at what! I don't care whether you belong to the Wuge Pavilion or the Turtle Pavilion—your grandma's, it's a shame to get such a name. Don't, don't, I'll give you a thousand gold and drive them away!"

"Master Dao, please don't create problems for my family. Take a look, he is a well-educated person who understands the truth." The proprietress opened her eyes and said nonsense without hesitation, and said with a crisp smile, "The left and right are all customers, how about you?" If you are satisfied, go to Wuge, I can also change you to another room, the place is smaller, but elegant and beautiful, and I will give you a pipa song and dance for free, do you think this is okay?"

"Not good! Not good! One thousand and five! Let people go!" The rough voice roared, "Don't be silly! I will be angry when my young master comes!"

"Wow——" Thousands of gold may be too much for others, but for Mo Ran, who has been the emperor of the human world, it sounds really funny.It should be known that he casually sent Song Qiutong some treasures in his previous life, and they were all priceless.So he bit his chopsticks, his eyes were round and round, and he whispered to Chu Wanning with a smile, "Master, Master, listen to this person, he wants to drive us away for a thousand and five."

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

I saw a large group of people crowded in the dining hall. Although they were wearing ordinary uniforms and couldn't tell which sect they belonged to, each of them had a cold and high-grade precious sword on their waist, and they held a pair of swords in their hands. A salivating demon wolf.The value of precious swords may be hard to judge, but this monster wolf has a price but no market. It is not easy for ordinary cultivators to get one, but they each have one, obviously from extremely prominent backgrounds.

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

Suddenly, a snow-colored white light flew into the inn. After seeing it clearly, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all shrank back with a bang, and some timid ones screamed: "There is a big monster, there is a big monster!" !"

Leaping in was a snow-white wolf demon that was as tall as three people. Its eyes were blood red, its hair was as bright as silk, and its pair of wolf teeth gleamed coldly. It was as long as an adult man's arm.

However, on the huge body of this ferocious beast, there is a young man with handsome features and arrogant eyes, sitting and lying leisurely with his legs crossed. , he wears a hood, a cluster of soft red tassels hangs down from the crown of the silver lion Hanri, and a jasper bow rests on his knees, which should be his weapon.

Seeing him, those flamboyant monks immediately knelt down on one knee, hammered their hands on their chests, and said in unison: "Your welcome!"

"Okay." The young man waved his hand with a look of impatience, "I want you to do something, and you are still welcome, welcome your dog head!"

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

"..."

The young man was sitting between the wolf's soft neck, with a surly expression: "Where is the shopkeeper of this broken inn? Who is it?"

Although the proprietress was afraid, she still stepped forward calmly and said with an apologetic smile: "It's an insult to the emperor's eyes, the shopkeeper of this small shop is my slave."

"Oh." The young man glanced at her, "I want to stay in the hotel, but I'm not used to crowded people. Tell them, I'll make up for the lost money."

"But Xianjun..."

"I know you're in trouble, so I'll give you this, and I'll apologize for being on the table. If you really don't want to, then forget it." The young man threw a kit to the proprietress, and when he opened it, there was a pile of golden Nine Turns Guiyuan pill.This meatball can greatly increase one's cultivation within a ten-day period, and one on the market costs more than two thousand gold.

No monk would refuse such a good thing, so asking someone to leave like this is always justified.

The proprietress went to give gifts one by one, the young man yawned, lowered his head and looked down at the group of servants with some distaste, and said, "They are all trash, why don't you ask me to come in person."

They glanced at each other on the left and right, and said repeatedly: "...Young Master is wise, and Young Master is mighty."

The people dispersed quickly, except for Chu Wanning and Mo Ran who didn't care about money and pills, everyone took their things and left the inn without complaint, and went to live in another house.

The proprietress said: "My lord, we are all gone, but two guests said that the night is already deep, and one of them is sick, and they don't want to find another place. You see..."

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

The sick child Chu Wanning: "..."

The proprietress immediately beamed with joy, and said enthusiastically, "Young master is really a kind person. It's getting late, should you take a break or have something to eat first?"

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

"Master, if you want to eat, the small shop must serve you with the best dishes. Our chef is best at making crab meat lion head, crystal meat..."

"Lion's head to vent anger?" The young man was obviously not from the south, and he didn't like southern dishes. He was taken aback when he heard the name of the dish, then frowned and waved his hands, "No, I don't understand. What a mess."

Originally thought to be a son of a family, but now it seems that he may be an upstart rich businessman.

The proprietress: "...whatever the young master wants to use, as long as the small shop knows how to do it, he can do it."

"It's easy to say." The young man pointed to his followers, "Cut five catties of beef for each of them, and separately give me ten catties of beef, one catty of shochu, two lamb legs, that's about it, it's too late Eating too much, pad your stomach a little."

Mo Ran: "Wow..."

Looking back, I wanted to laugh at the young man's bucket-like appetite with the master, but I saw Chu Wanning staring at the young man intently, and there seemed to be some unpredictable thin mist in his eyes.

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

"Ah."

He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect Chu Wanning to really know him, and he couldn't help but said in surprise: "What? Then, what is he?"

"The only son of the head of the Confucian style school." Chu Wanning said softly, "Nangongsi."

"..." Mo Ran thought, no wonder Chu Wanning knew him. After all, Chu Wanning was the guest minister of Linyi Confucianism School before, the son of the head, he must have seen it.It's no wonder that I don't know him. When I bloodbathed the Confucian school in my previous life, this Nangong Si had already died of illness.

At that time, he also said that the son of the head of the sect was a crooked and half-disabled man, but he didn't expect that when he saw him today, he turned out to be such an arrogant young man who was alive and well.

...How did you die of illness?Sudden illness?

Nangong Si was eating happily downstairs. After a while, he ate up two legs of lamb and ten catties of beef, and drank several bowls of wine. Mo Ran couldn't help talking upstairs.

"Master, isn't Confucianism the most refined and elegant? What's wrong with this young master? It seems that we are less in tune than Xue Mengmeng."

Chu Wanning pushed back the head that he came over, and he still turned his face, looking at the scene below: "Don't give your fellows random nicknames."

Hehe laughed twice, Mo Ran was about to say something, but because Chu Wanning nodded his head with his fingertips, his sleeves were falling on his face like a cloud of smoke, and the fabric was light, like silk but not silk, like satin but not satin , feels warm and cool like water.I couldn't help thinking of something for a moment, and was stunned for a while.

Just now in the room, he went to tear Chu Wanning's clothes in a daze. He didn't pull them off for a long time. He thought it was Chu Wanning's tight clothes.

But looking closely at the material of the clothes at this moment, Mo Ran suddenly recognized that it was the "Ice Mist Silk" produced by Kunlun Snow Palace.

Kunlun Snow Palace is the most aloof sect among the immortals in the Upper Cultivation Realm. All its disciples, who started at the age of five, had to enter the Kunlun Holy Land for retreat and practice after one year. They could not leave until they produced their own spiritual core.Although the spirit core itself is self-contained, the practice is only to summon it.But this time is very long, often as long as 15 to [-] years, during which no unrelated people are allowed to enter.Therefore, food and clothing for the disciples became troublesome. The food was good, because the Kunlun Holy Land is adjacent to the Queen Mother Lake, and the disciples of Treading Snow Palace can enter the lake to fish for food every day, but they can’t weave their own clothes, can they?

Ever since, "Ice Mist Ling" came into being.

Clothes cut out of this kind of silk are not only as soft as smoke, but also have a dust-avoiding spell attached to them, so they won't be stained by dust, and they don't need to be washed unless they are splashed with blood or other stains.

But the most wonderful thing is that the "Ice Mist Silk" will change with the change of the master's body shape, which is indispensable for the disciples of the Snow Stepping Palace. They enter the forbidden area at the age of five, and it may not be until fifteen or twenty. Going out of customs, during this long period of time, from a child in Chuipao to a young man in Yuli, the clothes woven by Bingwu Ling just happened to grow with them, avoiding the embarrassment of not fitting the clothes.

——But what is Chu Wanning doing in clothes made of this material?

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

"Excuse me, where is the shopkeeper?"

A mid-air, but kind and polite young voice suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking down, it turned out to be the group of disciples of Confucianism that appeared in Xuanyuan Pavilion during the day, the head of which was fluttering cranes, holding a saber, the hilt of the sword opened the door curtain, and leaned halfway in.

"Isn't this Ye Wangxi's follower?" Mo Ran suddenly became energetic.

There are 72 cities in the Confucian School, and disciples usually don't know each other.As for Nangong Si, he was sitting alone in a private room with his back to the door, so the group of teenagers glanced at the fellow disciples in the inn who were wearing regular clothes, but they didn't recognize the familiar face.

Ye Wangxi confronted Shang Nangong Si, this is a good show to watch.

"I'm really sorry, the shop is booked up tonight." The proprietress greeted her in a hurry, while cursing herself that she forgot to close the door and lock it. ,I am so sorry."

The young man in the lead showed embarrassment: "Oh, how could this be? I just went to see other stores, and they are all filled with people. We brought a thin girl here, she hasn't rested for a long time, and I want to find Find a better place for her to sleep in. Shopkeeper, please go and ask the uncle who booked the place, can you give up a few rooms?"

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

The boy made a salute, and begged politely: "Just ask the proprietress, if he doesn't want to, then forget it."

Before the proprietress could speak in the future, Nan Gongsi's entourage suddenly slapped the table and stood up at the table next to the door, angrily said: "What are you asking! Get out, get out! Don't disturb my son's dinner!"

"That's right! Wearing Confucian style clothes, you actually have the nerve to take a girl to sleep, and you don't feel ashamed of your sect!"

The young man didn't expect them to misunderstand him so much, his face flushed instantly, and he said angrily: "Why is this fellow Taoist spitting blood? I have an upright Confucian style, so naturally I wouldn't do such a messy thing. This girl is my son. Saved by kindness, how can you allow such nonsense?"

"Your son?" Nan Gongsi's entourage glanced at the elegant room, saw that the young master was still drinking soju casually, and seemed to acquiesce in his behavior of driving people away, so he relaxed his heart and said with a sneer, "Everyone knows Confucianism There is only one young master of Fengmen, who is that in your family?"

"Ye Wangxi is a Confucianist." A gentle voice sounded from outside the curtain.

All the teenagers turned their heads one after another: "Young Master Ye——"

Ye Wangxi was dressed in black, and his handsome face was a little more handsome in the candlelight for no reason. He entered the inn with his hands behind his back, followed by a woman wearing a veil, showing anxious and soft eyes, it was Song Qiutong.

"..." As soon as Mo Ran saw her, the veins on his forehead jumped twice.

The enemy's road is narrow, why is she again...

Nangong Si's entourage saw that the person who came was Ye Wangxi, they were stunned for a moment, and then a few of them couldn't hold back, showing disgust on their faces.

This Ye Wangxi is the adopted son of the first elder of the Rufengmen, and belongs to the "dark city" of the 72 cities of the Rufengmen.As the name suggests, the dark city is good at nurturing dark guards. The head of the Confucianism School originally trained him to be the next leader of the dark guards, but because Ye Wangxi's roots were not suitable for the dark guards, he gradually transferred to the main city and became a respected guard. The right hand of the Lord.

Because of Ye Wangxi's identity as a secret guard in his early years, he acted in a low-key manner, and very few people knew his name.However, the Venerable Master thinks highly of him, these years, rumors have even circulated in the sect that Ye Wangxi is the illegitimate son of the Venerable Master.Perhaps because of this reason, the authentic young master Nangong Si has always been at odds with Ye Wangxi.

The young master doesn't like him, so how can the followers below have a good impression of Mr. Ye?

Originally, as juniors, they must not offend Mr. Ye, but all of these people are Nangong Si's cronies and are directly ordered by Nangong, so the atmosphere was frozen for a long time, and some rough-tempered people sneered twice and said: " Mr. Ye, please go back, I am afraid there will not be room for you in this inn today."

"My lord, since they said there is no room, then, let's find another place." Song Qiutong stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed Ye Wangxi's clothes, and said anxiously, "Besides, it's expensive here, I really don't care. Dare to teach the young master to spend more..."

When Mo Ran heard these two sentences upstairs, he rolled his eyes, and thought that this guy really has this weak and pitiful tone wherever he goes. He cheated him at the beginning, and now he cheats 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 said in shock: "My lord, be careful!!"

"Wow! Woooo!!"

With the resounding howl, a snow-white wolf ran wildly, circling wildly around Ye Wangxi.

"........."

In the silence of the crowd.

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, surprised at the white-haired demon wolf who was three people tall but was rolling on the ground at the moment: "Naobaijin?"

This monster wolf is Nangong Si's mount. Because its pupils are as red as agate, its fur is as white as snow, and its claws are touched with gold, so it is named Naobaijin.

Since Nao Baijin is here, Nangong Si must have come to visit.Ye Wangxi raised his hand and touched Nao Baijin's white hairy forehead, and looked around.

sand--

The bamboo curtain was pushed aside by one hand, the sleeves were bright red, and the edge was wrapped with gold thread.

Half of his impatient face was revealed, Nan Gongsi crossed his arms and leaned leisurely in the private room, holding a pot of soju in his palm, he glanced at Ye Wangxi, and scoffed: "Interesting, No matter where I go, I can meet you. You follow me so closely, if you cause others to gossip about us, where will you put my face? "

The author has something to say: Wolf cub: I'll give you five hundred, let's go.

Puppy: Don't go.

Wolf Cub: I'll give you one thousand, let's go!

Puppy: Don't go!

Wolf cub: I give you one thousand and five!Are you going or not!

Son of a bitch: In my previous life, this world belonged to me, you premature dead ghost can shut up!

Wolf Cub: How dare you curse me! *&#! &*Aww! ! ! !

Puppy: Woof woof woof woof! !

Boss: crooked?Is it a wild animal epidemic prevention station?There are two mad dogs fighting in my store, yes, one is a husky, the other is an Alaska... yes, yes, that Alaska also has a Samoyed named Nao Platinum... yes, it looks like there are no three It's dangerous to be vaccinated...