Eating with Pang Yu is not as unscrupulous as when they drank flower wine with Huang Tiantian, it should be more accurate to say that the atmosphere is too restrained, and a group of people really did 'eat without saying a word', and they didn't say a word after the whole meal.

Thinking about the usual appearance, the ghost hunters are a little curious, how they can endure to sit on the small round futon and eat quietly in the barren weather. Fortunately, he ate quickly without speaking, and everyone ate it immediately, otherwise the ghost hunter would not dare to guarantee that he would still be able to stick his ass tightly to the futon and not shake it.

After the meal, the attendant standing beside him packed up the tableware and walked out of the door, and without waiting for a greeting, a group of plainly dressed but dusty beauties with dusty temperament poured in, holding a guzheng, flute, sword dancer, dancer, ringing bell, one by one, like a lotus, fresh and elegant.

As the prelude ended, the women danced, and the two women dancing the sword were surrounded in the center, and they also waved the silver sword in their hands and chanted the verse: "Dapeng rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles······" and many other poems, but I can't remember the ghost hunt.

He didn't know how to dance, he didn't know swordsmanship, and he didn't understand music, so he didn't understand why they listened so intriguedly, so he had to glance at his eyes indiscriminately, and from time to time he saw Pang Yu's face sighing that the magic of the world could allow him to meet two people who looked so similar. Sometimes, Pang Yu noticed the gaze of the ghost hunter, smiled politely at him, and then turned his gaze to the field.

When I am bored, fortunately, I can drink to relieve my boredom, but it will not be unbearable. Pang Yu didn't drink alcohol, and what was served was a fruit drink. According to the barren weather, they said that this is made of licorice, tea and a series of herbs, what kind of elixir jade liquid, ordinary people do not say to drink, it is difficult to see each other.

However, when it was served, it was a black liquid that looked very bad, and bubbles kept coming out of the bottom of the cup as if it were a living animal.

Pang Yu explained that this is the method he saw in the book, adding some dense ingredients to the elixir and jade dew to make it more tasteful.

Sure enough, put the fruit drink to your mouth and sniff, a sober smell will be gently poured into the brain, and the whole person will be awake for a while, and then you will feel a living creature beating at the tip of your tongue, and then it will calm down after a while, leaving only the sweetness in your mouth, and after swallowing, it will become a warm current into the throat and finally return to the temple of the five organs······

The ghost hunter drank cup after cup like this, he had no idea about the word shy, he could take it if he wanted, and there were many mundane etiquette in the world. Fortunately, the master's family is also generous, and the attendants are also very well educated, and he has never shown a trace of disdain when he sees the ghost hunter so 'bad' Qiong Jelly and Jade Liquid, and he keeps a smile from beginning to end and tirelessly helps the ghost hunter fill the cup.

After the song and dance, Huang Tianhou said goodbye to Pang Yu and said that there was still something important to do, and he would return tonight.

"How's it going, haven't you eaten enough?" said Desert Weather, looking at the ghost hunter and laughing.

"How do you know?"

"Hahaha! ”

"If you don't say a word when you eat, how can you eat so dull?" said the ghost hunter.

On the way to find a restaurant, the three of them were still talking about the previous songs and dances, and it could be seen that they liked those performances very much, and the scorpion was as silent as ever, and from time to time someone would look sideways at the ghost hunters and show their faces full of worship, most of them were looking at the barren weather, and it could be seen that he was very popular in the wasteland.

As for the songs and dances and poems that they never forget, although the ghost hunters are not familiar with the world, they also know that they are things that literati like, and they don't understand why they like them in the deserted weather? But when I think about it, I don't think it's strange, and I can see between their conversational temperament that they are by no means illiterate, and they don't feel like a ruffian hooligan in themselves, and when they think of this ghost, they can't help but feel a sense of disparity. But Shao San didn't think so much about it, no one paid attention to him, he was still happy, looking here and there by himself.

Listening to what they were talking in their ears in the wilderness, and the ghost hunters couldn't enter their circle, their ears were red and they only felt inferior in their hearts, and they immediately became angry.

"What's there to see? But after all, this sentence reached his throat and didn't say it, because he thought that Uncle Bai was also a scholar, so he had to swallow the words back.

"What do you want, the place to eat is here, let's go inside!" said Desert Weather, waving his hand in front of the hunter's eyes.

"Oh! good!" the ghost hunter came back to his senses.

"What was I thinking about just now?" he couldn't help but blame himself, not understanding why he was suddenly angry with them, and it wasn't until much later that the ghost hunter knew that this emotion was called jealousy!

During the meal, he was particularly flattering to the ghost hunters, and his brother was long and his brother was short.

"Is there something wrong with you?" even an emotionally dull ghost hunter could see the problem.

"Hahaha! He wants to treat you as the God of Wealth!" Before he could speak, Qin Shan interjected.

"Go, don't listen to him, eat, eat!"

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After the meal, the barren weather brought them to the martial arts arena, which is another characteristic industry in the wasteland in addition to eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling.

"There are countless large and small martial arts arenas in the wasteland, among which our family's Wasteland Arena and the rival Bafang Arena are the most ······." As soon as Huang Tianhou talked about the martial arts arena, he gushed endlessly, describing it as a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, which attracted the interest of several people.

"The battles of those martial arts halls and gyms on the five continents are far less exciting than those in the Wasteland Arena, and it is forbidden to use cultivation in the Wasteland Arena, and the victory depends on the hand-to-hand combat of fists to the flesh, and it is a fighting arena that emphasizes one's own body refining and skills!

"The Arena is different, it is a arena full of blood and sin. The battles there are all life-and-death fights, and there is only one rule, no limit to the means as long as the opponent's life is a victory. ”

"The people who fought there were usually minions of large families, or captives of famous families, or fighters trained by their own fighting circles. The contestants were called war slaves, and their fate was only to die in battle, otherwise they would eventually fight endlessly. ”

"The scale of the Octagon Arena was not large at first, and there were many people who hated the Octagon Arena, but some people hated nature and some people loved, and the excitement of blood splashing always attracted a lot of audiences, but I didn't expect it to unconsciously become a force that could compete with the Wasteland Arena!"

"It's really amazing to be able to run a small arena to such a scale!" In fact, he and Emperor Huangtian did not reject the Bafang Arena, otherwise the Bafang Arena would never have developed under their noses.

The barren weather brings everyone to a huge building, covering an area of dozens of miles, the city wall is tall, like a palace, the flow of people in and out is endless, the plaque in front of the door is a big book 'Deserted Sky Arena' four golden words, the border is inlaid with diamonds, extremely luxurious. The ghost hunter sensed that there was a faint true yuan fluctuation on this plaque, and a rune guard was set up, otherwise such a large plaque would have been stolen a long time ago.

The arena is crowded with people and is more lively than the streets outside, and there are all kinds of entertainment facilities such as buying and selling, eating and resting, gambling and recreation.

He summoned an attendant to lead them around the side shops to the arena, and before they arrived, they could hear a deafening shout of cheer from them, and the listeners were so excited that the ghost hunter stepped on the marble floor and his blood boiled.