I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Yu Xiaotan woke up on the bed in the Lying Fairy Pavilion.

That's right, it's the wide double bed, the curtains are all beautiful sky blue, the Boshan stove in the corner is emitting light smoke, and the thin curtains are undulating, like the skirt corners of a fairy.

Reluctantly getting up from the bed, Yu Xiaotan still felt dizzy for a while, and the feeling of overdrawing the power of his soul made him sore and limp. He looked at the beam and didn't react for a while: Who am I?where is this

At this time, a hand stretched out from the side, with slightly cool fingertips touching his forehead, a gust of spiritual power poured down on his head like a clear and sweet spring, Yu Xiaotan suddenly felt much more comfortable, he blinked, and whispered: "Ji Brother?"

"Yeah." Ji Chuchen sat down beside the bed and said with a smile, "It's okay, Xiaotan, the evil cultivators have been resolved, and the people of Qinghe Town have been saved."

Only then did Yu Xiaotan recall what happened last night, the festival turned into Abi Hell in an instant, recalling the sight of those people lying on the ground and howling, Yu Xiaotan still had lingering fears in his heart.

He sat quietly, listening to Ji Chuchen's story about how the evil cultivator was an evil person who seized the house, how he was restrained by Qiongqing, how he was burned into coke under Che Yunwen's thunder fire, and then how he was captured by the sword energy. The body is broken into pieces.

After listening to it, Yu Xiaotan heaved a long sigh of relief, and his heart finally fell back into his stomach.He was silent for a moment, recalling a plot in the original book, subconsciously asked softly: "Brother Ji, is the evil cultivator's surname Song?"

Ji Chuchen was slightly taken aback: "What Song?"

In his heart, the evil cultivator is of course Bai Xiuyue, but Ji Chuchen also knows that Bai Xiuyue is Bai Junda's younger brother in name.Although it is said that the person who seized the house cannot be judged by common sense, Ji Chuchen still thinks that it is better not to let too many people know about this matter.

Especially Bai Junda.

No matter how bad the little fat man's relationship with his younger brother was, he would probably be... sad when he learned about it.

Yu Xiaotan was thinking about another thing.

As the morning sun swayed and the breeze blew his face, his thoughts gradually became clear. He recalled that there was a villain in the original text who liked to suck blood. He was a bad old man surnamed Song. He was sinister and vicious, and killed countless people.

But after thinking about it, Yu Xiaotan smiled wryly and shook his head again.

The old man appeared in the second half of the full text, and the protagonist's cultivation base has also reached the out-of-body stage. It was a real fight between gods, and it would be no problem to fight to destroy mountains and fill seas.And compared to the magic formation in the original text that constantly sacrifices the entire continent, the red blood in Qinghe Town is really trivial.

But letting Xie Xiu interfere with this, several people don't want to stay in Qinghe Town anymore.

Qiongqing and Che Yunwen were afraid of trouble because they had been away from the sect for too long, while Yu Xiaotan was faintly homesick and worried about Uncle Wang. When they all made up their minds, they decided to leave early and return to Luo Town.

It's just that when he left Woxian Pavilion, Yu Xiaotan felt that the shopkeeper's eyes were looking at him a little wrongly, it was inexplicably weird, and his back was hairy.

Yu Xiaotan was at a loss: "Then what... shopkeeper, is there something wrong?"

The shopkeeper tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly grinned cheerfully: "It's okay, it's okay, hahahaha."

Yu Xiaotan: "???"

I'm afraid it's not a serious illness.

Not long after they left, a group of people suddenly rushed into the store, holding up a portrait, and said to the shopkeeper's cold face: "Do you know these people?"

The portrait is very freehand, but the strokes are extremely vigorous.

Looking carefully, the rice paper vividly depicts that under the moonlight, blood surges, a young man is held in the arms of a handsome young man, and the two leap over the continuous eaves, dressed in white, the brilliance overflows from the palm of the young man, Like the Milky Way pouring over the nine heavens.

It's just that the night is dark, and the facial features of the two are hidden in the dark, leaving a large area of ​​blank space on the paper.

The shopkeeper glanced up, and lowered his eyes indifferently: "I haven't seen it, I don't know it."

Seeing his indifference, the visitor snorted impatiently, grabbed both ends of the drawing paper and moved closer to the shopkeeper: "Look again, you really don't know him?"

"If you say you don't know, you don't know."

The monk was in front, but the shopkeeper was not afraid at all, and the abacus in his hand was crackling: "I said if you can't live in the store, don't disturb our business. We are affiliated with the Linyuan faction. down."

The implication is that they are tough in the background, let's see who dares to provoke trouble.

The cultivator was choked by him, and he was immediately annoyed, and the spiritual flow gathered in his palm: "Didn't they stay in your shop yesterday?"

"Guest officer, you are joking."

The shopkeeper raised his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes revealed a light and cool light: "There are dozens of inns on this street, and my Woxian Pavilion is just one of the Yunyun stores. Why do they have to choose me? an inn?"

"Besides, even if they live in our store, so what, they are all monks of the immortal family. As a mortal, do I dare to look at their appearance carefully?"

Cultivator: "..."

The monk said in his heart, looking at your stubborn appearance, you don't seem to dare to see the face of the cultivator clearly. It is clear that it is prevarication, and the prevarication is too perfunctory...

But before his anger erupted, another person came trotting from outside the door, leaned over and whispered in the monk's ear.

The monk's face changed slightly: "You...your nephew is a true disciple of the Linyuan Sect?"

"Oh, you've found it all."

The shopkeeper smiled slightly, as if he was holding Zhizhu: "Yes, I am Yin Qi's third uncle and grandpa. What, you want to attack me?"

Yin Qi is a well-known genius disciple of the Linyuan Sect, and he also has a good reputation in Yunzhou. The future is promising, and it is not appropriate to make enemies.

The monk's face was gloomy and uncertain, but after a moment of silence, he finally succumbed to reality, bowed his head and said, "Sorry, I offended you."

"It's all right," the shopkeeper waved his hand generously, "Those who don't know are innocent, but you are not allowed to tell people everywhere, I like to be independent, and I don't like to take the name of my good nephew."

Cultivator: "..."

The monk secretly clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the shopkeeper's arrogant smiling face.

But no, Lin Yuanzong Yin Qi couldn't afford to mess with him.

The monk's forehead was bulging with blue veins, but he still gritted his teeth and bowed his head, and walked out of the Lying Fairy Pavilion quickly.

When he walked out of the shop, the shopkeeper was fumbling with his abacus while quietly looking at the door. Seeing that the person had really left, he took a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

I was so scared to death, the shopkeeper's chest was thumping wildly, if the punch just now really landed, I wouldn't be alive.

The waiter in the shop leaned over, his eyes were bright: "Shopkeeper, so you have this kind of relationship with Yin Xianzhang of Linyuanzong! Why didn't you say it earlier? If you said it earlier, wouldn't we be able to run side by side in Qinghe Town?" Walk……"

"Be quiet!"

The shopkeeper slapped the waiter under the table, bowed his head and cursed inwardly: "You idiot, if I were really the third uncle named Yin, I wouldn't have ruled Qinghe Town long ago?"

Shop waiter: "???"

The waiter in the shop was slightly stunned, and lowered his voice: "The shopkeeper, so you are lying..."

The shopkeeper slapped him again: "What are you talking about, pay attention to your words."

The shop clerk smiled wryly while dodging: "Shopkeeper, you are so courageous. How dare you use that person as a shield. If this gets out, that person will be upset. If he stamps his feet, our shop will collapse tomorrow..."

"Tch," the shopkeeper said disapprovingly, "He owes me so much, so what if you use his name as a big banner?"

That being said, the waiter has been with the shopkeeper for a long time, and through the other's dark eyes, he can see the faint uneasiness and annoyance in the other's heart.

After a moment of silence, the waiter in the shop whispered, "Boss, is this... worth it?" The shopkeeper remained silent.

After a long time, he raised his head, looked out the window at dawn and let out a long sigh.

"It's not just me."

The shopkeeper said softly: "Do you think those idiots in the academy really can't draw the faces of those two?"

The waiter was stunned.

"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu."

The shopkeeper said indifferently: "Those idiots are not good at emotional intelligence, but calligraphy and painting have been cultivated to the depths, and they can draw mountains, rivers, sun and moon with a brush. Although they can't practice well, if they really try their best, it is still no problem to paint a person's face .”

As he said that, he threw the abacus that looked like a display on the counter, waved his sleeves a little tiredly and said: "Okay, okay, this is over, hurry up and do your work, and be careful if you are lazy, I will whip you .”

The waiter glanced at the back of the shopkeeper—there was a dizzy dark color there, obviously already drenched in cold sweat when confronting the monk.

He curled his lips, thinking that the shopkeeper, you should be more talkative.

Just at this time, the back door was pushed open, and someone came from the back hall and shouted from a distance: "Boss, there is no salt in the store!"

The shopkeeper's complexion suddenly turned black, and he turned around: "Why is there no salt?"

The chef was carrying the spatula, and walked slowly to the shopkeeper: "Yesterday you asked me to save people with salt."

The corner of the shopkeeper's eyes twitched slightly: "Doesn't it prove that ordinary salt is useless?"

"But you didn't say stop," the cook said carelessly, "so I thought maybe the amount wasn't enough, so everyone sprinkled a little more..."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Shopkeeper: "You said a little bit, it means..."

The cook touched his head: "Half a catty?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the shopkeeper suddenly rushed to the counter, took out the abacus and banged it wildly, with a hideous expression on his face.

Salt is a rare item among the people, especially the refined salt that Woxian Pavilion stores is used for cooking by monks. Even if it is not as good as the salt in professional restaurants like Guanghuazhai, the price per catty will not be low.Counting the loss of his own store in this wave, the shopkeeper's heart is bleeding.

He stared at the abacus for a while, as if he wanted to see a flower in the abacus, but after a long time, the shopkeeper suddenly lost his temper, picked up the abacus, shook it, and stuffed it back into the counter again.

"Forget it," he said with a wry smile, "since there is not enough salt, let's buy some more."

He could afford this loss in Woxiange, and Xu Yi could afford it even more in his heart.

In other words, on the night of yesterday, although he lost real money, he regained more intangible but heavy things.

The shopkeeper couldn't tell what it was.

It's just that in the passing day after day, in the mediocre flow of people, I suddenly smell the explosion of golden flowers, and catch a glimpse of the passing shadow on the eaves.

In an instant, the mind is enlightened, like a faint light in the wilderness.

……

Yu Xiaotan didn't know that after they left, someone in Qinghe Town almost turned the sky upside down, trying to find them out—naturally because of the salt that was dropped from the sky last night.

Melting blood leeches is nothing, many monks have the means to deal with that kind of Taoist illusion, but the number of blood leeches is too many and endless, killing them one by one is really troublesome, and the cost performance is too low, they are too lazy to do it.

Therefore, when the salt just fell last night, the monks didn't care about it, but felt a little bit strange and ridiculous that "someone took great pains and exhausted their spiritual power to remove the blood leeches with natural materials and earthly treasures".

But as time went by, they gradually discovered that something was wrong.

Few of the people who fell into the mouth of the blood leeches last night died.

Moreover, when these people woke up early in the morning, not only did they show no signs of blood loss, but they all had ruddy complexions and strong bodies, and they could go out to plow the land with an iron plow on their backs.

Is this reasonable?

This is not reasonable.

First of all, Taoism is something like mobilizing the power of heaven and earth with a weak body.Since it is the power of heaven and earth, there is no better way except to offset it with the power of heaven and earth, which is also the principle of Tao.

The white crystal grain is clearly a dead thing, but it can dispel the Dao. Doesn't it mean that the crystal grain itself contains a richer and more powerful heaven and earth dao rhyme than the illusion?

At this point, the salt grains finally attracted the attention of some monks—only some monks at the ground level, because there are also heavenly materials and earthly treasures that contain Dao rhyme in the Qixia Realm. The high content is naturally a big treasure, and the small content is only mediocre. Guys can't see it.

But by coincidence, in Qinghe town, there were two monks who had feuded in the early years.

Originally, there were many people in Qiqiao Festival, they didn't know the existence of each other.

But in the early morning, the people took their lives and ran home tremblingly. The long street full of flowers suddenly became deserted. It's you!

A big battle ensued.

Fighting and fighting, the disadvantaged party didn't know what to think, and sprinkled the salt grains that they collected casually on the other party...

His powerful opponent, who was flying against the wind, lingering with dao rhyme and buzzing with mysterious sounds, suddenly fell to the ground with a "slap" like a duck whose feathers had been plucked.

The ground was smashed into a three-foot-deep depression.

The fall made both of them stunned, and even the one who made the shot was a little at a loss, thinking that what I just threw was not the poison that the senior sister secretly prepared?When did Senior Sister's Poison Art become so strong...

Immediately he bowed his head.

The pupils shrank sharply.

Because what remains in the palm is definitely not a trace of poison, but a small rub of snow-white grains.

This crystal grain is not amazing, but it has such an effect?

The monk was terrified. At this moment, his fallen opponent forced his spiritual power to fly into the air again, and the remaining Taoist power gathered in his whole body. With a black face, he spit out a few words at him: "You little..."

The monk raised his hand and sprinkled it, and the remaining grains of salt waved out again.

"... Paji."

Another big hole.

...a solid hammer of iron and iron.

In fact, there is no shortage of smart people in the cultivation world. Seeing that this grain of salt can dissolve the illusion of the level of leeches, and now it can restrain the power of Taoist rhyme of monks in the consecration period, so where is the upper limit?

Jindan?

Nascent Soul?

Immediately, the remaining grains of salt were carefully collected and quickly sent back to the major sects. It didn't take long for the sects to send back news: investigate, thoroughly investigate, and even if you die, you will find him and bring him back!

The monk who was ordered to conduct a thorough investigation did not know what the upper limit of the grain of salt was.

They only knew that when they got this order, the out-of-body elder, who hadn't shown up for many years, came out with red eyes and a trembling voice.

On that day, the vigorous bell rang through the peak, and countless hidden powers had serious faces. Later, they gave this magical thing that had never been seen before a domineering name: Nirvana Nirvana.

Yu Xiaotan was sitting in the southbound car, going through the forest and off-road all the way.He hasn't realized how powerful this thing is. In his impression, it's still table salt, a seasoning for cooking.

What cheers him up now is something else.

That is, shortly after the trip, the crisp reminder sounded in Yu Xiaotan's mind.

[Di, the system panel upgrade has been completed. 】

[Do you want to receive upgrade rewards? 】

The author has something to say:

Although Ji Chuchen and the others didn't tell Bai Junda, Master Bai will tell Xiaobai after returning home~