Chapter 85: This Venerable One Isn't Someone You Can Simply Get Rid Of With A Mere Fifteen Hundred Gold

The Lady Boss's voice could be heard with an obsequious smile, "Oh my, Master Daoist is so generous, giving you five hundred taels of gold. You really make me happy.

But since we're doing business, we need to be polite.

How can we drive other customers away?

How about this, the largest private room in the Returning Fog Pavilion is specially reserved for generous guests like Master Daoist.

I'll show you the way — "

Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of benches, tables, and chairs being smashed could be heard from below.

"What are you looking at?

I don't care if you're the Returning Fog Pavilion or the Turtle Pavilion — Damn it, this name is such a waste.

No, no, I'll give you a thousand taels of gold to drive them away! "

"Master Daoist, please don't give me a hard time. Look, you'll see that I'm a knowledgeable scholar."

The Lady Boss lied without hesitation. She laughed and said, "You're a customer here. If you're not satisfied with the Returning Fog Pavilion, I can give you another one. It's smaller, but elegant and beautiful. I'll also give you a song and dance for free. What do you think?"

"Not good!

Not good!

A thousand five hundred taels!

Tell them to scram! "The rough voice roared," Don't dilly-dally!

My Young Master will be angry when he comes! "

"Wow —" A thousand taels of gold might be a lot for others, but for Mo Ran, who was once the Sovereign Emperor of the Human Realm, it was really funny when he heard it.

In his previous life, he casually gave Song Qiutong some treasures to play with, and those were all priceless treasures.

Therefore, he bit his chopsticks and rolled his eyes. He whispered to Chu Wanning with a smile, "Master, Master, listen to this person. He wants to drive us away for a thousand five hundred taels."

Chu Wanning glanced at him, then lifted the bamboo curtain of the private room and looked downstairs.

The dining hall was crowded with a large group of people. Although they were wearing ordinary clothes, and it was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to, each of them had a cold and piercingly cold high-grade treasured saber on their waists. Each of them was leading a demon wolf with saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

It might not be easy to judge the value of the treasured saber, but this demon wolf was priceless. It was not easy for an ordinary small cultivation sect to get one, but each of them had one. Obviously, they were from an extremely prominent family.

The guests who had been eating looked at these people in horror, and the hall was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a snow-white light flew into the inn. When everyone saw it clearly, they were stunned at first. Then, with a boom, they all shrank back. Some of the more timid ones even screamed, "A Great Demon, a Great Demon!"

The one that jumped in was a snow-white wolf demon that was as tall as three people. Its eyes were as red as blood, and its fur was as bright as silk. It had a pair of wolf fangs that were as long as an adult man's arm.

However, on the huge body of this ferocious beast, there was a handsome young man with arrogant eyes sitting leisurely with his legs crossed. The young man's hunting armor was biting cold. Under the armor was a bright red robe, and the cuffs were embroidered with neat golden threads. He wore a hood, and a cluster of soft red tassels hung from the top of the silver lion holding the sun. A jasper bow lay on his knees, which should be his weapon.

When those arrogant cultivators saw him, they immediately knelt on one knee, hammered their chests with their hands, and said in unison, "Welcome, Young Master!"

"Okay."

The young man waved his hand impatiently. "I asked you to do something, so why are you hesitating? Welcome, welcome your dog head!"

"Pfft."

Mo Ran laughed and whispered to Chu Wanning, "He said they welcome the dog head, so doesn't that make him a dog head himself?"

"…"

The young man sat on the soft neck of the demon wolf with a sullen expression. "Where is the shopkeeper of this shabby inn?

Who is he? "

Although the Lady Boss was scared, she still forced herself to calm down and walked forward. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'm an insult to Immortal Monarch. The shopkeeper of this small inn is me."

"Oh." The young man glanced at her. "I want to stay in an inn, but I'm not used to too many people talking.

You tell them that I'll pay for the loss. "

"But Immortal Monarch …"

"I know you're in a difficult position. This is for you. Apologize for me.

If you really don't want to, then forget it. "

The young man threw a brocade pouch to the Lady Boss. When she opened it, there was a pile of golden Nine Turns Origin Pills.

These pills could greatly increase one's cultivation within ten days. One pill on the market cost more than two thousand gold coins. The Lady Boss took it. At first, her expression changed because of the other party's generosity, but then she quietly sighed in relief.

No cultivator would refuse such a good thing. It was reasonable to ask him to leave like this.

The Lady Boss apologized one by one and gave the gifts. The young man yawned and looked down at the group of followers with disdain. He said, "You're all trash. You still need me to do it personally."

They looked at each other and said, "… Young Master is wise. Young Master is mighty."

The crowd quickly dispersed. Except for Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, who didn't care about money and pills, the others took their things and left the inn without any complaints. They went to other inns to stay.

The Lady Boss said, "Young Master, they've all left. But two guests said that it's late. One of them is unwell and doesn't want to go elsewhere. You see …"

"Forget it, forget it. I won't argue with a sickly person." The young man waved his hand happily. "Just don't disturb me."

The sickly person Chu Wanning was speechless.

The Lady Boss immediately smiled and said warmly, "Young Master is really a kind person.

It's late now. Do you want to rest or eat something first? "

The young man said, "I'm hungry.

I don't want to rest. I want to eat. "

"If Young Master wants to eat, then this inn will definitely serve the best dishes. Our chef is best at making crab meats, lion's head, crystal meat …"

"Lion's head to vent your anger?"

The young man was obviously not a southerner and didn't like southern food. Hearing the name of the dish, he was stunned for a moment. Then he frowned and waved his hand. "No, I don't understand.

What's all this nonsense? "

He originally thought that he was a son of an aristocratic family, but now it seemed that he might be a rich merchant.

The Lady Boss said, "… Then what do you want to eat? As long as this inn knows how, we can make it."

"Well said."

The young man pointed at his followers. "Cut five jin of beef for each of them. Also, give me ten jin of beef, one jin of wine, and two lamb legs. That's about it. It's too late to eat too much. Just a little to fill your stomach."

Mo Ran, "Wow …"

He wanted to turn around and laugh at this young man's bucket-like appetite with his master, but he saw that Chu Wanning was staring at the young man. There seemed to be some unfathomable mist in his eyes.

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

"Yes."

He originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Chu Wanning really did know him. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What?

Then, then who is he? "

"The only son of the Confucian Wind Sect's Sect Master." Chu Wanning softly said, "Nangong Si."

"…" Mo Ran thought to himself. No wonder Chu Wanning knew him. After all, Chu Wanning was a guest elder of the Confucian Wind Sect in Linyi. He must have seen the Sect Master's son before.

It was also no wonder that he didn't know him. In his previous life, when he massacred the Confucian Wind Sect, this Nangong Si had already died of an illness.

At that time, he thought that the Sect Master's son was a half-cripple. He didn't expect that when he saw him today, he would actually be such a lively, healthy, and arrogant young man.

… How did he die of an illness?

Was it a sudden illness?

Nangong Si ate happily downstairs. In a short while, he devoured two lamb legs and ten kilograms of beef like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds. He also drank several bowls of wine. Mo Ran was speechless as he watched from upstairs.

"Master, isn't the Confucian Wind Sect the most cultured?

What's wrong with this young master?

He looks even worse than our Xue Mengmeng. "

Chu Wanning pushed his head back as he leaned over. His face was still tilted as he looked at the scene below. "Don't randomly give your fellow disciples nicknames."

Mo Ran chuckled twice. Just as he was about to say something, Chu Wanning tapped his head with the tip of his finger, and a fluttering sleeve fell on his face. The cloth was light, like silk but not silk, like satin but not satin. It was cool to the touch like water.

He couldn't help but think of something and stare blankly for a moment.

Just now in the room, he pulled on Chu Wanning's clothes in a daze. After tugging for a long time, he couldn't tear them off. He thought that Chu Wanning was wearing tight clothes.

But now that he looked carefully at the material of the clothes, Mo Ran suddenly recognized that it was the "Icy Mist Silk" produced by the Kunlun Treading Snow Palace.

The Kunlun Treading Snow Palace was the most aloof and reclusive sect among the immortals in the Upper Cultivation World. All its disciples entered the sect at the age of five. After a year, they had to enter the Kunlun Holy Land to cultivate in seclusion. They could only come out when they formed their own spiritual nucleus.

Although the spiritual nucleus came with them, the cultivation was just to summon it out.

But this time was very long, usually ten to fifteen years. During this time, unrelated people were not allowed to enter.

Therefore, the disciples' food and clothing became troublesome. The food was still okay because the Kunlun Holy Land was adjacent to the Wangmu Lake. The disciples of the Treading Snow Palace could go into the lake to catch food every day, but they couldn't weave their own clothes, right?

Therefore, the "Icy Mist Silk" was born.

The clothes made from this silk were not only as soft as smoke, but also had a dust-repelling spell attached to them. They would not be contaminated by dust. Unless they were splashed with stains like blood, they did not need to be washed.

But the most amazing thing was that the "Icy Mist Silk" would change according to the body shape of its owner. This was indispensable for the disciples of the Treading Snow Palace. They entered the Forbidden Land at the age of five and could only come out at the age of fifteen or twenty. During this long time, from a child to a tall and handsome young man, the clothes made of the Icy Mist Silk could grow with them, avoiding the embarrassment of not fitting the clothes.

— But why would Chu Wanning wear clothes made of this material?

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, a spark lit up in his mind. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had thought of something wrong from the beginning. What was it …

"Sorry to disturb you. May I ask where the shopkeeper is?"

A youthful voice full of energy, but it was very kind and polite, suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking down, it was the group of disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect who had appeared at the Xuanyuan Pavilion earlier in the day. Their leader, He Zuo, was holding a sword. The hilt of his sword lifted the curtain and half of his body poked in.

"Aren't they Ye Wangxi's followers?" Mo Ran immediately became spirited.

The Confucian Wind Sect had seventy-two cities, and the disciples usually did not know each other.

As for Nangong Si, he was sitting alone in a private room with his back to the door. Thus, when the group of youths swept their eyes over the disciples in the inn, they did not recognize this familiar face.

Ye Wangxi versus Nangong Si, this was going to be a good show.

"I'm really sorry. Tonight, our inn has been booked."

The Lady Boss hurriedly went over to greet them while secretly cursing herself for forgetting to lock the door. "Immortal Monarchs, please go to another inn to have a look. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The youth in the lead revealed an awkward expression. "Ai, how could this be?

I just went to look at the other inns, and they were all filled with people.

We have a thin and weak girl here. She hasn't rested for a long time, so we want to find a better place for her to sleep.

Innkeeper, I'll have to trouble you to ask the uncle who booked the inn whether or not he can give up a few rooms. "

"This … I'm afraid he won't be willing."

The youth bowed and courteously pleaded, "Lady Boss, please go and ask him. If he isn't willing, then forget it."

Before the Lady Boss could say anything, one of the followers of Nangong Si at the table near the door suddenly slammed the table and stood up. He angrily said, "What's there to ask!

Get out, get out!

Don't disturb our young master's meal! "

"That's right!

You're wearing the clothes of the Confucian Wind Sect, yet you have the nerve to sleep with a girl. Don't you think you're shaming your sect? "

The youth didn't expect that they would misunderstand. In a flash, his face turned red and he angrily said, "Fellow Daoist, why are you slandering others?

My Confucian Wind Sect is upright and upright, so we naturally wouldn't do such a thing. This girl was saved by my Young Master out of kindness, so how can you speak such nonsense? "

"Your Young Master?"

Nangong Si's attendant glanced at the private room and saw that the young master was still casually drinking his wine, seemingly tacitly agreeing to his actions of chasing people away. Thus, he relaxed and raised his voice to sneer, "Everyone knows that there is only one Young Master in the Confucian Wind Sect, so who is the one in your house?"

"This humble one is Ye Wangxi of the Confucian Wind Sect." A gentle and elegant voice came from outside the door.

The youths all turned their heads. "Young Master Ye."

Ye Wangxi was dressed in black, and his handsome face seemed more delicate and pretty under the candlelight. He walked into the inn with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a woman wearing a veil, revealing a pair of anxious and gentle eyes. It was Song Qiutong.

"…" When Mo Ran saw her, the veins on his forehead suddenly jumped.

Enemies on a narrow road, how could it be her again …

When Nangong Si's followers saw that the person who came was actually Ye Wangxi, they were all stunned at first, but then a few of them lost their cool and revealed looks of disgust.

Ye Wangxi was the adopted son of the Confucian Wind Sect's First Elder and belonged to one of the Confucian Wind Sect's 72 cities, "Dark City".

As the name implied, Dark City was good at nurturing shadow guards. The Sect Leader of the Confucian Wind Sect had originally trained him to be the next leader of the shadow guards, but because Ye Wangxi's foundation was not suitable for the shadow guard cultivation method, he gradually transferred to the main city and became the High Lord's right-hand man.

Because Ye Wangxi was a shadow guard in his early years, he acted in a low-key manner, so very few people knew his name.

However, the High Lord regarded him very highly. In these years, there were even rumors that Ye Wangxi was the High Lord's illegitimate son.

Perhaps because of this reason, the real Young Master Nangong Si had always been at odds with Ye Wangxi.

The Young Master did not like him, so how could his followers have a good impression of Young Master Ye?

Originally, as juniors, they absolutely could not offend Young Master Ye, but this group of people were all Nangong Si's trusted aides and directly received orders from Nangong Si. Thus, the atmosphere was stiff for a long time. Finally, there was a rough person who sneered and said, "Young Master Ye, please go back. I'm afraid there is no room for you in this inn today."

"Young Master, since they said there is no room, then, then let's find another place."

Song Qiutong stretched out her slender fingers and pulled on Ye Wangxi's clothes. She said in a panic, "Besides, this place is very expensive. I really don't dare to ask Young Master to spend more money …"

Mo Ran heard these two sentences from upstairs and rolled his eyes. He thought to himself, This guy really has this weak and pitiful tone wherever he goes. First, he tricked me, and now he's tricking Ye Wangxi.

Just as Ye Wangxi was about to speak, a huge white shadow suddenly rushed out from inside and attacked Ye Wangxi from behind.

Song Qiutong cried out in alarm, "Be careful, Young Master!!"

"Aowuuu!

Wu wu wu!! "

Following a loud and clear howl, a snow-white demon wolf sprinted madly, circling around Ye Wangxi crazily.

"…"

Everyone was silent.

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes and looked at the white-furred demon wolf that was as tall as three people, but was currently sticking to the ground and rolling around. He said in astonishment, "Naobaijin?"

This demon wolf was Nangong Si's mount. Because its eyes were as red as agate, its fur was as white as snow, and its claws had a touch of gold, it was named Naobaijin.

Since Naobaijin was here, Nangong Si must have come as well.

Ye Wangxi raised his hand and patted Naobaijin's head. He looked around.

Sha — —

The bamboo curtain was pulled aside by a hand. The sleeves were bright red, and there was even a golden thread wrapped around the edges.

Half of his impatient face was revealed. Nangong Si had his arms crossed and was leisurely leaning against the side of the room. In his hand was a pot of soju wine. He glanced at Ye Wangxi and sneered, "Interesting. Why do I run into you everywhere I go?

You're following me so closely. If we provoke others to gossip about us, where will I put my face? "