The high-rise building isolated in the no-man's land was renamed "Mozi Building", and there was no trade of trading slaves in it, let alone an oiran scratching his head.

But the shopkeeper who maintained order and entertained guests was not replaced, or rather, not replaced by an adult, but a monkey and an orangutan.

The interior decoration of "Mo Zi Lou" is still magnificent and luxurious... But there is a lot less shouting and selling, and there is also a lot less human touch of bargaining, and it is almost a special zoo.

Monkeys and orangutans hung everywhere on the railings, on the chairs, on the chandeliers on the ceiling, on the floors, on the tables.

The Monkey King is a mother, and the Orangutan King is a two-adult-tall gorilla, and the two have crossed races and become a couple. The name of the female monkey king is Mu Houwang, and the name of the orangutan boss is Xiong Xingda.

When Queen Mu and Xiong Xingda were in a good mood, the monkeys and orangutans were also in a good mood and mingled.

When Queen Mu and Xiong Xingda had an awkward quarrel, the monkey and the orangutan would fight. The guests or something, all of them are ignored, unless someone comes down from Guilin Mountain, otherwise the landlord of this building, Twenty Luo, will not be able to control them.

A few big characters on the huge banner in the "Mo Zilou" building are very conspicuous, and the temperament of Yuan Zilou is also very consistent: monkeys and orangutans can't speak, so they never bargain, they don't give change, they love to eat or not, they don't want to buy.

With such a style of wandering, the business of "Mo Zilou" can't be any better, but there is no way, no man's land is the only area in Great Xia, the northeast Mo people, and the southeast Su people entering the Qiling country.

The Northeast Desert Tribes and the Southeast Desert Tribes did not want to enter the Instrument Spirit through Great Xia, so they had to go around one from the north to the direction of the Northwest Snow Tribe, and the other had to go south and go around from the big forest of the Sheng Clan in the southwest.

They all have to walk twice as much.

There is only this high-rise building in a no-man's land within a radius of dozens of miles.

Therefore, the business of "Mo Zilou", even if it doesn't want to be good, has to get better.

However, because the monkeys and orangutans are too stubborn by nature, the guests will immediately slip away when they are full of food and drink, and rarely stay, so they seem to be sparsely populated.

But today is different.

The "Mozi Building" is full... It's all young people. They are all young people from all over the world who rushed to the pear orchard.

Sitting in the middle is a big fat man with no shoes, no top, only loose shorts.

This fat man is naturally Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze grew fatter and fatter, and the big fat white flowers exposed on his bare upper body were like balloons filled with water, shaking and shaking... It's not much different from the old sow raised by Aunt Ying back then.

He still likes to take off his shoes, a pair of big feet are directly on it, his head and chin are habitually facing the sky, his hands are still in his trouser pockets, and he only looks down from time to time with his eyes looking down.

The fat man who hasn't seen him for more than half a year, the crazy coolness is still unscrupulous, but under this unscrupulousness, there is a faint lack of exaggeration and more confidence.

He looked down at people, and people were no longer the "believe it or not, kill you" feeling. On the contrary, his eyes have more condescending contempt, like a wolf, giving people a kind of toughness of "if you dare to move, you will die".

....

Of course, today's fat people are different.

He is the youngest apprentice of Xia Zhenren, the most knowledgeable person in the real field.

He has four senior brothers, his senior brother Guang Shenzi is the fastest person in the True Realm, his second senior brother Zhou Madman can fight a draw with the Golden Body Ancestor, and his third senior brother Fang Ze is the youngest Divine Hermit in the True Realm, and the fourth senior brother Qingfeng can slaughter the four kingdoms of Shenyin by himself a hundred years ago.

Xia Zhenren has rarely accepted an apprentice after hundreds of years, and he can tolerate fat people.

The fun-loving fourth senior brother was so bored that he stayed up for hundreds of years to get a junior brother, of course, he took him everywhere, and then bullied people.

Many of the old immortals in the Divine Pavilion who have lived for countless years have probably been scolded by Zhang Ze for being old beasts. Not to scold secretly, but to your face.

In the past, Zhang Zeheng was just on Shili Street, relying on his father with a bit of martial arts. Now it is Heng, relying on the most knowledgeable Xia Zhenren in the world, and it is not allowed to cross the sky.

In the past, poking and shouting "kill you" was a little more frightening. Now I really dare to kill you.

Everything is supported by the senior brother, and if it doesn't work, the master will take action.

Nowadays, in the cultivation circles of the five countries other than the machine spirit, almost everyone knows that this Xia Zhenren little apprentice who was born with the phoenix attribute is fat Zhang Ze... Even the Instrument Spirit Kingdom is known.

So everywhere he went, he was surrounded by a group of young people from the Divine Pavilion... These are his little brothers.

"The little ones. With a cigarette in his mouth, his head and chin turned to the sky, he didn't call everyone brothers, but he actually called the so-called geniuses of the Divine Pavilion small ones like a bandit leader from somewhere.

He poked and shouted, "This is the first time that the younger generation of our Divine Pavilion has stepped into the land of machine spirits, and it is also the first time to participate in the pear orchard. ”

"Everyone's in good spirits... It doesn't matter if you can't touch the exercises in the pear orchard, you can't grab the treasure, and we don't have to get these things. ”

The fat man's chin was getting higher and higher, his voice was getting louder and louder, and his eyes were getting lower and lower, "However, the momentum can't be lost." That is, you can't lose in a fight. ”

The fat man spit out a mouthful of cigarette, "And the most important thing about the fuck, you can't lose a quarrel!"

"Do you understand?"

The young people of the Divine Pavilion don't know if they hear it clearly, in short, the word "good" is shouted very neatly and powerfully, and it is estimated that they have been practiced all year round.

...

In the past, almost no one dared to raise a loud voice in the "Mo Zi Building", because the sound was slightly louder, and the monkeys and orangutans would immediately rush in groups to take people away or blast them away. If it is serious, he will be beaten violently and rob all the money and food on his body.

But today is very strange, the big fat man Zhang doesn't know how many paper peel crumbs he threw on the ground, how many wine glasses he dropped, how many cigarette butts he threw away, and how many times he shouted loudly... Instead of getting angry, the irritable monkeys and orangutans jumped on the levers, chairs, and chandeliers on the ceiling.

The fat man bragged, of course, the more he blew it, the more he blew it, and he couldn't enjoy blowing at the people in the Divine Pavilion, so he focused his eyes on the people of the Northeast Mo Clan and the Southeast Sioux Tribes next door.

"There's one over there, the Sioux people, right? Don't just eat with your head down, can't you come out to chat with Lao Tzu?"

The Southeast Sioux nationality is a well-known cultural hometown, pursuing the way of a gentleman, all of them are restrained in their manners, courtesy and legal, and they do not like to shout in the crowd.

The leader of the Su clan is Nangong Zhu, who is said to be the only apprentice of Wu Daozi, a giant in the real field, and his reputation over the years is really not small.... But this person is short, not as tall as the waist of the fat man Zhang Ze, and he is also thin, and he is drinking tea with his head on his head at this time, so he didn't let the conference pay attention to Zhang Ze.

"One by one, the soft-spoken girls chirp, how can there be a big man!"

The fat man whispered a few words, and then began to shoot the people of the Northeast Mo tribe, "And you, the Mo people, I heard that you drink wine and break cows, why don't you dare to come to a showdown with Lao Tzu?"

This was terrible, and the young man of the Mo tribe turned his face with a brush.