Wu Chen turned his head and looked behind him.

The white pendulum is raised high in the middle, first with a dot protrusion, and then revealing the entire back contour.

Immediately afterwards, the drape was knocked open by someone's back, and a small guy in gray linen clothes appeared in Wu Chen's eyes.

The gray-clothed little guy's sleeves were raised high to his upper arms, revealing most of his light black complexion, his hands were holding something, he didn't look back, he skillfully took two steps back, turned around, and clearly came out of the porcelain cup, the crisp collision sound of the porcelain cup, and the slight aroma of wine.

The least food that Wu Xiu can eat is one of the things of wine, which can stimulate the essence and blood veins of the whole body, and can relieve the boring cultivation, and the meditation of Xuan Xiu for dozens of days and hundreds of days is simply like sitting on pins and needles for Wu Xiu, and Wu Chen, the ancestor of Wu Xiu, is naturally one of the deep harmonious wines.

Wu Chen took a deep sniff, but he was a little surprised, the wine should just be made of ordinary ordinary things, but the method of this person who dried the wine was quite extraordinary, which caused the things that should be ordinary to become no longer ordinary.

The people of the Shendaomen obviously knew the Mai guys, especially Wang Chongjian and the barbarians, who greeted each other with a smile.

But the expressions of the two were different, Wang Chongjian got up with a smile, called Brother Li for his hard work, and hurriedly got up and helped the Mai guy unload the fine round wine porcelain on the plate below, one table and one porcelain, two small cups, four porcelain and eight just evenly divided between the table and the table, naturally there is no Wu Chen and Yun Banfan, the two latecomers.

The strong man and the barbarian also got up, but ninety percent of them ran away with the wine in the porcelain.

"Brother Li, your master is here? Today, we have an important invitation to come to the Divine Sword Gate. Wang Chongjian asked Mai Xiao with a smile.

"My master......" the gray-clothed little man replied casually, looking back behind the curtains.

At this time, Wu Chen was staring intently at the verbal conversation between the Mai guy and the thin leather armor monk, and naturally he didn't expect that the gray-clothed guy would turn around suddenly.

Looking at each other, Wu Chen smiled and bowed slightly.

The gray-clothed guy frowned and stared at Wu Chen.

Wang Chongjian on the side was full of smirks, looking at Wu Chen with bad intentions, and couldn't stop feeling proud in his heart.

The free wooden table in the back is not so easy to make.

And the people of the Shendaomen naturally didn't come to this small restaurant that didn't even have a name for a glass of wine and a meal of meat.

You must know that the eight people of the Divine Sword Gate in front of the wooden table are almost one of the strongest combat forces representing the Divine Sword Gate.

The reason why I came here was naturally with the irresistible order of this new sect master.

There are only two people in the unknown restaurant, one is a chef and master, and the other is a small servant and apprentice, and the master is naturally also the boss, and the purpose of the people of the Shendaomen is naturally to come here for the master of the Mai shop, and the owner and cook of the small restaurant.

As for why the Divine Sword Sect, which is in full swing among the scattered cultivation sects, would find an inconspicuous small restaurant owner, it has a lot to do with the fact that the owner of the Divine Sword Sect accidentally passed by the restaurant.

In fact, as long as the monks who come to the restaurant are close to the last wooden table, they will hear a reminder from the gray-clothed little man, "The innermost wooden table cannot sit people." Wang Chongjian, who was about to sit at the wooden table inside, received a rule

It's just that the gray-clothed guy just went to the back kitchen behind the curtain to get a drink, so he didn't see Wu Chen and Yun Banfan, who were in a hurry, otherwise they wouldn't let the two of them sit here.

As for the rule that "no one can sit at the last wooden table", it has been around for a long time, and it is a strange rule set by his master who has a particularly eccentric temper, but fortunately, the restaurant is not famous, and only provides one wine and one dish, the key is that the price is still very strange, and the amount of money charged depends on the words of the boss, so the business of the restaurant has not been better a few times, and the Mai maid has rarely had the opportunity to say that rule.

It's just that today is obviously a special case, and it seems that it will come again at this time.

The gray-clothed little man wanted to speak, and asked Wu Chen and the others to leave the wooden table where they were sitting.

As for whether Wu Chen and the others would oppose or something, the gray-clothed little guy didn't care at all, because someone would naturally clean up the two of them at that time, otherwise the people of the Divine Sword Sect, who were usually arrogant on the outskirts of Demon Horn Town, would not sit honestly in front of the wooden table.

In the cognition of the gray-clothed little guy, he has a very high cultivation master, as for how high, is the Xuan King high? This is probably the reason why the gray-clothed little guy is not afraid of the people of the Divine Sword Sect at all just by virtue of the cultivation of the Xuan general.

Before the gray-clothed guy could open his mouth, the curtain was lifted again, and a particularly wide and rough dark palm was revealed, and then a man with a physique no less than the nickname "Barbarian" walked out.

The complexion is dark, but the face is particularly kind, which is not at all in line with the kindness of his burly physique, and the more strange thing is that when everyone looks at the dark man, it looks extraordinarily harmonious.

The man was also holding a tray, but it was two or three times the size of the tray in the hand of the Mai boy.

The tray was steaming hot, and there was a sultry aroma, Wu Chen turned his head again, looked at the man, especially on the square plate held by the other party's other hand, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

The man spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes, giving people a sense of long-term dissatisfaction at all, as if he had lived for a long, long time.

"One catty, it's okay, it's okay, hurry up and give these to the guests. ”

After speaking, he handed the square plate in his hand to the gray-clothed guy who was called "one catty".

The gray-clothed guy was stunned for a moment, and his expression was slightly surprised.

But he still stepped forward and took the square plate.

Just now, the gray-clothed little guy who was obviously a little struggling with the small square plate of wine, but at this time, he effortlessly took the big square plate in the man's hand, and did not forget to reply, "I know the master." ”

It's polite.

The square plate is full of eight large white porcelain bowls, one bowl for one person.

The bowl contained nine minutes full of milky white sultry soup, as well as a small square cut of bone with sharp corners.

The people of the Divine Sword Gate who took the white porcelain bowl also drank it suckingly.

Wang Chongjian stared at the man a little absentmindedly, he was also a chef and a boss, and the purpose of his trip was the purpose.

The black-haired man didn't think so much, grabbed the bone in the white porcelain bowl, and feasted on the lean meat that almost occupied the entire bottom of the bowl at the other end of the bone.

A satisfied smile appeared on the man's angular face, and he walked to the wooden table where Wu Chen was.

It's a short distance, but it's only two steps away.

Yun Banfan raised his head, and his attention was also on the man dressed in gray.

But Wu Chen looked at the man with a smile, not surprised at all.