I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Going to the front of the secret realm explored for the first time is equivalent to risking your life to explore the way for the whole team.

What's more, the news of the Qinghong Secret Realm has spread. Everyone in the monks knows that this is the residence of the monks of the Mahayana period in ancient times, and there must be many dangers inside. He didn't even have a chance to shout for help.

Some people in the team couldn't bear it, and said: "Senior Brother Haoran, we are just here to integrate the team, and wait for Junior Brother Yunwen by the way. The secret place is dangerous, and he is only building foundations, how can he go ahead?"

It was a clear female voice.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Haoran's heart became more vicious, but the smile on his face became more elegant: "Junior Sister Yu, it is precisely because Junior Brother Yunwen is a foundation builder that we need to be ahead of the curve. We must know that opportunities come first, first served. , Senior Brother is giving up a good opportunity to Junior Brother.”

Yu Wanqing was upset, and was about to continue to refute, but Che Yunwen suddenly said: "Senior sister, don't need to say too much, I'll just go ahead."

He forced a consoling smile, signaled the woman to rest assured, and then walked a few steps quickly, standing at the front of the line.

It had to be this way.

Because of their quarrel just now, the old man who led the team frowned slightly, his eyes sparkling.

The old man was Che Yunwen's master, and Che Yunwen was one of the other's one hundred and eight apprentices. Although the old man didn't feel sorry for him, he knew that his master was already secretly angry.

If the entanglement continues, it will implicate Yu Wanqing.

Why bother.

……

At the same time, the master of the Bai family in the alley also offered a cup of milk tea.

He lifted the lid of the cup expressionlessly——

The sweet tea fragrance, with a strong milk flavor, surrounded the Bai family master in an instant.

Even the waiter next to him swallowed subconsciously, it was so fragrant, so fragrant, it was hard to imagine what it would be like to drink it.The same is true for the master of the Bai family. Just by smelling this smell, his thoughts about Bai Junda's nonsense were slightly loosened. A spirit stone?

He handed the porcelain cup to his mouth and took a sip.

Like the warm current of a hot spring, it wraps him layer by layer.

The mouthfeel is as smooth as silk, and the sweet breath is scurrying in the mouth. After a brief sweetness, the refreshing aftertaste of tea hits, bit by bit, and invades inch by inch, until the whole body and mind are captured.

In order to cater for the tastes of middle-aged and elderly people, Yu Xiaotan deliberately reduced the sugar content in this cup, thus highlighting the sweetness of the tea.

The same is true for the pearls, which are overcooked, soft and glutinous in the mouth, and faintly have a distinctive smell. The master of the Bai family drank the whole cup almost greedily, until he licked the last drop of tea juice, and then he reacted quickly—— This is on the street.

There are also a bunch of servants watching.

"……cough."

The master of the Bai family coughed a few times in a concealed manner, and raised his majestic and cold face again.

It's just that the cheeks are slightly red, as if being blown by warm wind.

"Go, go back to the mansion." He ordered in a low voice.

The people next to him set up the carriage according to the words, but the tall and thin servant had some doubts: "Master, where is the young master?"

"Leave him alone," said the master of the Bai family.

Can make such a good thing, no wonder he wants to sell a Lingshi, he is not afraid that his son will not be able to make money.

But after driving a few meters, the carriage stopped suddenly.

The curtain was lifted, and the master of the Bai family showed half of his face: "You pick a few with good skills, and guard the young master from a distance."

Although the things are good, I am afraid of being stared at.

"If there are monks making trouble, remember to report back quickly."

……

Moving westward day by day, dusk filled the sky.

Yu Xiaotan and Bai Junda hawked for a whole day, but only sold two cups of milk tea in the end.

Bai Junda was very dissatisfied with this performance. He drank the milk tea made by Yu Xiaotan, and he was astonished when he swallowed it. Nothing made him flinch.

Now one day, only two cups are sold.

"You're still a monk," Bai Junda cursed while pushing the cart, "I don't even have anyone who knows what to do, what the hell."

"Okay, at least I sold two cups." Yu Xiaotan laughed at the side, "Just start, let's continue selling tomorrow."

"Laugh, you still laugh," Bai Junda looked at him, "You can still laugh after only selling two cups."

Nonsense, Yu Xiaotan thought to himself that you only know that you sold two cups, and I also know that one cup was sponsored by Master Bai's family.The young man with the first cup also had strange eyes, he didn't look like a stranger, and he probably had a relationship with the Bai family or the Yu family. If we really want to talk about it, they probably didn't sell a cup that day.

Fatty Bai was dealt a severe blow by failing to succeed in his mission.

He pushed a cart full of milk tea back to the restaurant, out of breath. He thought about everything along the way, and finally came to a conclusion: "Yu Xiaotan, let's sell potatoes?"

Yu Xiaotan looked back at him: "Why do you say that?"

"The effect of potatoes is more obvious." Bai Junda pointed to the milk tea and said in a low voice, "Although yours tastes good and can bring good luck, who can say for sure about luck..."

Yu Xiaotan said: "You don't have to worry about it, it's useless, don't forget to squeeze the juice when you go back at night."

Bai Junda: "..."

Fatty Bai's face immediately turned bitter.

Standing outside in the sun for a whole day is tiring enough, now he just wants to lie down on the bed and hug the quilt for a good night's sleep, and squeeze the juice out of his ass.

"If you don't accumulate steps, you can reach a thousand miles." Yu Xiaotan persuaded, "Who shouted a slogan a few days ago, to build the most famous restaurant in Qingzhou, to make his father kneel and beg him to go home..."

Bai Junda: "..."

Bai Junda suffered a crushing defeat: "I was wrong, I squeezed the juice."

Bai Junda hummed and went to squeeze the juice, and Yu Xiaotan was also reflecting on the experience of the day.

He is confident in the effect of milk tea, or in other words, in the effect of the ingredients produced by the system.It's just that what Bai Junda said is right, luck is an illusory thing after all, and if the concept of good luck is really to be deeply rooted in people's hearts, I'm afraid it will take a lot of manipulation.

It's okay, Yu Xiaotan comforted himself, this is only the first day.

It takes at least ten and a half months for the secret realm to be closed from opening to closing.

He needs to be patient.

……

When night fell, the top of Qinghong Mountain ushered in darkness earlier.

Above the peak, it should have been closer to the sky and the stars more shining, but what appeared in the eyes of everyone in Yushuimen was a dome as black as splashed ink, covered with dark clouds, and the sky seemed to collapse, making it suffocating.

This is the coercion that comes with the Mahayana mansion.

The closer to the center, the stronger the coercion.

Che Yunwen was standing at the front of the line, already unable to straighten his back under the pressure.

The monk who built the foundation was as small as a grain of sand in this mountain. He saw countless wreckage along the way, those who triggered the ancient prohibition and were instantly killed, those who disrespected the stone statue of the mansion were wiped out, and the monks scrambled and plundered each other. For a stalk of spiritual grass, you can kill corpses everywhere...

It's terrible, this is not a fairy mansion, it's hell.

It's just that Yushuimen seems to be very lucky. It's been two or three hours since they stepped into the secret realm, and they haven't encountered any danger yet. Instead, a foundation-building cultivator at the end of the team accidentally opened the formation and obtained a few Xuezhi Crystal Grass— —At this moment, Zhao Haoran is holding it in his arms under the name of "senior brother, help you put it away".

But going deeper, the invisible coercion suddenly increased, almost crushing the spine.

Seeing that the sky was also getting dark, the elder who took the lead ordered to go down, saying that the defense restrictions of the Immortal Mansion would be strengthened after nightfall, and that continuing to explore at this moment would cause heavy casualties, so let the disciples rest here for a while.

Many disciples immediately sat cross-legged on the spot and began to practice exercises to replenish their spiritual power.

Among them, there are many foundations, and there are many consecrations. It is the limit to go here. At this moment, they have reached the verge of collapse, and they can't go any further.

On the contrary, the few golden cores in the team still had enough strength, and they were looking at the elder eagerly, waiting for orders.

Zhao Haoran touched the spirit grass in his bosom, walked to the elder and bowed his head and whispered: "Master, after nightfall, there are more dangers, but also more opportunities. It is in this kind of night that many restrictions can be opened. Why don't you let the younger brother Junior sister is resting here, shall we continue to go deeper?"

The elder raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with a slight smile on his face, and nodded slowly.

Zhao Haoran's words also touched the elder's heart.

The elder has entered the Nascent Soul stage for hundreds of years, and now his lifespan is approaching the limit. If he doesn't find some means to break out of his body, he may not be able to survive the next hundred years.

Soon, new orders spread to everyone's ears: Foundation Establishment disciples adjust their breathing here, and after repairing, they explore the surroundings on their own, while Golden Core Stage disciples continue to go deeper with the elders.

Ah yes, there is one exception.

Zhao Haoran's frivolous voice came from the front of the team: "Che Yunwen, follow along and continue walking forward."

Che Yunwen, whose face was pale from exhaustion: "..."