Chapter 85: Can I be sent away for a thousand and a half?

The owner's voice came with a smile: "Oh, you are so generous, 500 gold out of your hand, you really make me happy. But we have to be peaceful when we open for business. The largest room in the shop is reserved for a customer as generous as Master Dao. I'll guide you there."

Before the word "look" could be uttered, there was the sound of benches, tables and chairs being thrown about.

"What are you looking at? I don't care if it's the Mist Pavilion or the Turtle Pavilion. No, no, I'll give you a thousand dollars to get rid of them."

"Don't give me a hard time, you look like an educated man who understands things." Without hesitation, the proprietress opened her eyes and said with a delicate smile, "We are both guests, if you are not satisfied with the Misty Pavilion, I can also give you another room, a smaller place, but elegant and beautiful, and give you a free pipa dance, do you think that is good?"

"No, fifteen thousand, tell them to get lost," the gruff voice snarled, "don't be so stubborn, my son will be angry when he comes."

"A thousand pieces of gold may sound like a lot to someone else, but to Mo Ran, a former emperor of the human world, it sounds funny. In his previous life, he had given Song Qiutong a few random treasures that were worth a fortune. So he gnawed on his chopsticks, his eyes widening as he whispered to Chu Wanning, "Master, Master, listen to this man, he wants to kick us out for a thousand and a half."

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

Although they were dressed in regular clothes, it was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to, but each of them had a top-quality treasure sword with a cold light on their waist, and each of them was holding a demon wolf with a salivating mouth. The value of the sword may not be easy to judge, but the demon wolf is priceless, and it is not easy for a small Xianxia sect to get one, but they each have one, so they obviously come from an extremely distinguished background.

The guests, who had been eating, looked at the men with horror, and the hall was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a snow-coloured white light flew into the inn, and the crowd first froze when they saw it, then all shrank back with a roar, and some of the timid ones even shouted shrilly, "There's a big demon, there's a big demon!"

Leaping in was a three-person tall snow-white wolf demon with eyes as red as blood, fur as shiny as silk, and a pair of wolf teeth as cold and shiny as a grown man's arm.

However, on top of the beast's huge body was a handsome, arrogant-eyed youth sitting lazily with his legs crossed, his hunting armour bitingly cold, and beneath it a bright red garment with tightly embroidered gold threads on the cuffs.

As soon as they saw him, those arrogant cultivators immediately knelt down on one knee, hammered their hands on their chests and said in unison, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

"All right." With an impatient look on his face, the youth waved his hand, "I want you to do something to grind, and welcome, welcome your dog's head"

"Pfft." Mo Ran lost his smile and whispered to Chu Wanning, "He said they greeted the dog's head, so wouldn't he be the dog's head himself"

""

The young man sat on the soft neck of the demon wolf, his expression perverse: "And who is the innkeeper of this shitty inn?"

Although she was frightened, the proprietress stepped forward and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to insult Your Mightiness, but I am the owner of this shop."

"Oh." The youth gave her a look, "This gentleman wants to stay at the hotel, but is not used to crowds. You talk to them and I'll make up for the lost money and two."

"But Your Mightiness"

"I know it's hard for you, so here's one for you to pour out an apology from table to table for me. If you really don't want to, then forget it." The young man threw a pouch to the boss's wife, and when he opened it, there was a pile of golden Nine-Turn Return Pills inside. The pills could help increase your cultivation within a decade, and they cost more than 2,000 gold each on the market.

No monk would refuse such a good thing, and it is always justifiable to ask someone to leave in this way.

As the boss's wife went off to apologise and send gifts one by one, the youth yawned, looked down in contempt at the group of followers with some disgust, and said, "They're all trash, it's not as if I have to come myself."

The left and right looked at each other and said in quick succession, "Your Excellency is wise, your Excellency is mighty."

The crowd soon dispersed and, with the exception of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, who did not care for the money or the elixir, all took their belongings and left the inn without complaint to stay in other homes.

The proprietress said, "Sir, they have all gone, but there are two guests who say the night is late and one of them is ill and does not want to find another place.

"Forget it, don't bother with sick people." The youth waved his hand painfully, "Just don't bother me."

The Sick Boy Chu Wanning :""

The proprietress immediately smiled and said warmly, "Your Excellency is such a kind man. It's late, would you like to rest or have something to eat first?"

The youth said, "I'm hungry. No rest, I want to eat."

"If you want to eat, you must be treated with the best dishes. Our chef is the best at making lion's head with crabmeat and crystal delicacies."

"The young man, who was obviously not from the south and did not like southern food, froze for a moment at the name of the dish, then frowned and waved his hand, "No, I don't understand. What's this nonsense."

What was expected to be a family man now seems like it could be a burgeoning wealthy businessman.

The owner: "Then whatever the gentleman wants to use, as long as the small shop knows how to do it, we can do it."

"Good point." The youth pointed to his followers, "Cut five catties of beef for each of them, and separately give me ten catties of beef, a catty of soju, and two legs of lamb, that's about it, it's too late to eat too much, just to pad your stomach a little."

Mo Ran: "Wow"

When he turned back to his master to mock the young man's bucket-like diet, he saw Chu Wanning staring at the young man with an inscrutable, smoky haze in his eyes.

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

"Hmm."

He was just asking a casual question, but he didn't expect Chu Wanning to know him, so he said in surprise, "What?

" The only son of the head of the Confucianism School." Chu Wanning whispered, " Nangong Si ."

"" Mo Ran thought to himself, "No wonder Chu Wanning knew him, after all, Chu Wanning had been a guest of the Linyi School of Confucianism, the son of the headmaster, so he must have met him before. It was no wonder he didn't recognise him either, as this Nangong Si had already passed away from illness when he had bloodied the Confucianism School in his previous life.

At that time, he thought that the son of the Sect Master was a sickly, half-crippled man, but when he saw him today, he was such an arrogant young man who was alive, well and healthy.

How did you die of a sudden illness?

Nangong Si ate happily downstairs and soon devoured two legs of lamb and ten pounds of beef, and drank several bowls of wine, much to Mo Ran's dismay upstairs.

"Master, isn't Confucianism School most about elegance? What's with this young master who looks even more out of tune than our Xue Mengmeng."

Chu Wanning pushed his head back, still tilting his face as he looked down at the scene: "Don't give your fellow disciples gags."

He laughed twice, and Mo Ran was about to say something when Chu Wanning's fingertips nudged his head and his smoky, flowing sleeve landed on his face, the fabric light, like raw silk, not satin, warm and cool to the touch. I couldn't help but think of something for a moment and froze.

He thought Chu Wanning was wearing a tight dress when he pulled at his shirt in the room and failed to do so.

But when he looked at the material of the dress, Mo Ran suddenly recognised it as 'ice mist damask' made by Kunlun Snow Walk Palace.

Kunlun Snow Walk Palace is one of the most aloof and secluded schools in the Upper Fairy World. All of its disciples are initiated at the age of five and are required to enter the Kunlun Sanctuary after one year to cultivate until they have formed their own spirit core. Although the nucleus itself is self-contained, the cultivation is only to summon it out. But this is a very long time, often as long as ten to fifteen years, during which time no one is allowed to enter. The food is fine, as the Kunlun sanctuary is adjacent to the Queen Mother Lake, and Snow Walk Palace disciples can catch their own food every day, but they can't knit their own clothes, can they?

And so the "Ice Mist Aya" was born.

The clothes made from this type of damask are not only light and soft like smoke, but they also have a spell to prevent dust from staining them, so they do not need to be washed unless they are stained with blood or water.

But the best part is that the Ice Mist damask changes as the owner's body changes, which is essential for Snow Walk Palace students, who enter the forbidden zone at the age of five and may not leave until they are 15 or 20 years old, a long period of time during which they can go from being a child to a young man. They grow up with them and are spared the embarrassment of not fitting into their clothes.

But what is Chu Wanning doing in a dress made of this material?

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, a spark suddenly brushed through his mind, and he had a sudden feeling that something was wrong, as if something, he had thought wrong from the beginning, what was it

"Excuse me, where is the shopkeeper?"

Mo Ran's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a mid-toned, but kind and polite, young man's voice.

Looking down, it was the same group of Confucianism School disciples that had appeared at Xuanyuan Court during the day, led by a fluttering crane, holding a sword, the hilt of which lifted the curtain and poked half of his body in.

"Isn't this Ye Wangxi's follower?" Mo Ran came to life instantly.

The School of Confucianism has seventy-two cities, and disciples do not usually know each other. As for Nangong Si, he sat alone in an elegant room with his back to the door, so the group of teenagers scanned the inn for fellow disciples in their regular clothes and did not recognise a familiar face.

Ye Wangxi versus Nangong Si, this is going to be a good one.

"I'm really sorry, but the shop has been booked for tonight." The proprietress hurriedly greeted him while cursing herself for forgetting to close and lock the door, "Your Mightiness, go and have a look elsewhere, sorry, really sorry."

The young man at the head of the group had a difficult look on his face: "Alas, how can this be? I went to see the other shops just now and they were all full of people. We have a skinny girl here who hasn't rested for a long time, and we want to find a better place for her to sleep. Please ask the owner of the shop if he can give us a few rooms."

"I'm afraid this is something people don't want."

The young man made a bow and courteously pleaded, "Just ask the boss's wife, and if he doesn't want to, then forget it."

Before the proprietress could say anything, Nangong Si's attendant suddenly stood up at the table by the door and said angrily, "What are you asking? Get out, don't disturb my son's meal."

"It's the Confucianism School that you're wearing, and you've got the nerve to sleep with a girl, and you're not ashamed of your school."

The young man was not expecting such a misunderstanding and his face turned red with anger as he said, "Why are you spitting blood at me? I am a Confucianism School and would never do such a thing.

"Your son," Nangong Si's attendant glanced at the elegant room and saw that the young master was still mindlessly sipping his soju, seemingly acquiescing to his eviction, so he relaxed and said with a sneer, "Everyone knows that there is only one son of the Confucianism The young master was still sipping his shochu, seemingly acquiescing to his eviction.

"I am Confucianism School Ye Wangxi." A gentle voice rang out from beyond the curtain of the door.

The youngsters turned around, "Ye Gongzi"

Ye Wangxi, dressed in black and with a handsome face that looks more than a little fresh in the candlelight, enters the inn with his arms folded, followed by a woman wearing a veil that reveals her soft, anxious eyes, none other than Song Qiutong.

"" Mo Ran's forehead bounced twice at the sight of her.

It's her again!

When Nangong Si's entourage saw that it was Ye Wangxi, they stared in disbelief, followed by a few sullen ones with a look of disgust on their faces.

Ye Wangxi is the adopted son of the First Elder of the Confucianism School and belongs to the Dark City of the 72 cities of the Confucianism School. As the name suggests, Dark City is good at breeding Dark Guards. The head of the Confucianism School originally raised him to be the next leader of the Dark Guards, but as Ye Wangxi's bones were not suitable for the Dark Guard technique, he gradually moved to the main city and became the right-hand man of the Lord.

Because of Ye Wangxi's status as a secret guard in his early years, he kept a low profile and very few people knew his name. However, he was highly regarded by his master, and over the years there were even rumours that Ye Wangxi was the master's illegitimate son. Perhaps because of this, young master Nangong Si has always been at odds with Ye Wangxi.

young master doesn't like him, how can the attendants underneath have a good impression of Mr. Ye?

Originally, as juniors, they could not offend Mr. Ye, but these people were all close to Nangong Si and were directly under Nangong's orders, so the atmosphere was stagnant for a long time. "

"My lord, since they say there is no more room, let's find another place." Song Qiutong stretched out her delicate fingers and tugged at the hem of Ye Wangxi's coat, saying with trepidation, "Besides, this place is so expensive that I dare not ask you to spend any more money."

Mo Ran rolled his eyes as he heard these two sentences upstairs, thinking that this guy really does have this soft, pathetic tone everywhere he goes.

Ye Wangxi was about to speak when suddenly a huge white shadow came out of the inner room and violently attacked Ye Wangxi's back.

Song Qiutong said in dismay, "Be careful, my lord."

"Oooooooooooooooooooooo"

With a loud howl, a snow-white demon wolf runs wildly on its feet, circling Ye Wangxi in a frenzy.

""

Amidst the silence of the crowd.

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes and said in amazement at the white haired demon wolf, who was three people tall but now rolling on the ground, " Nao Baijin "

This wolf is the mount of Nangong Si, named Nao Baijin because of its onyx pupils, white fur and golden paws.

Since Nao Baijin is here, Nangong Si must have been here too. Ye Wangxi raises his hand and touches Nao Baijin's big white fluffy head as he looks around.

Sand

The bamboo curtain is lifted by a hand with bright red sleeves and gold wire wrapped around the edge of the cuff.

Half a face of impatience, Nangong Si leaned back in the room with his arms clasped around him and a pot of soju in his palm, he looked twice at Ye Wangxi and snorted, "Funny how I run into you everywhere. If you follow me so closely, if people gossip about us, you'll make me lose face."