Lingshan Pavilion.

Located in the most prosperous downtown area of Linxian City, it has only been open for a few months, but it has already become famous.

As soon as the door is opened every day, there is a burst of fragrance, spreading for miles.

From morning to night, except for the three floors that are basically closed to the public, the two floors downstairs are full every day.

Outside the pavilion, there were monks who stood all day waiting.

Maybe I waited until the business closed, but I didn't have a turn.

But Rao is so, and no one dares to trespass.

First, it is because there is a large defensive array in the Lingshan Pavilion.

The second is because the "Feixin Fairy" of the owner behind this Lingshan Pavilion is not only the honorary elder of the Human Sect, but also suspected to be the secret Taoist companion of the Sect Master Xiao Zheyu.

With such a majesty, who dares to ignore its edge?

Therefore, although there are many people in this Lingshan Pavilion, it is always in order.

The only moment of "turmoil" was the moment of opening in the morning -

The defensive array has not yet been opened.

The monks waiting outside the door can rush into the pavilion according to their abilities!

Just like at this time.

"Knock-" A bell rang.

The door of the Lingshan Pavilion slowly opened.

The monks standing outside the pavilion rose to the sky!

Electricity and fire, all kinds of spiritual light.

The dense figure instantly swarmed up!

"Get out of the way—"

"Fart! I've been waiting for three days! ”

"Thunder, Broken !!"

……

The roar shook the sky.

In the chaotic battle, Wu Yong, who was struggling to advance, frantically smashed the magic trick.

I was about to squeeze into the door......

The wind swept abruptly.

He felt stunned and flew out suddenly.

Next moment.

The irresistible thrust pressed hard, keeping him out of the door completely.

The bell rang again.

Wu Yong couldn't help but collapse to the ground again.

There are enough people.

After that, you can only queue up, and you may not be able to wait.

He hadn't grabbed the spiritual food for half a month.

After eating last time, the realm finally loosened a little......

The mood of grief and indignation suddenly rose, Wu Yong gritted his teeth and looked at it, angrily locking on the culprit who squeezed him away.

But I couldn't help but be stunned.

Was......

A slender girl with dark lines on her face and a young demon cultivator with white hair.

Although it is not too difficult for a high-level monk to change his appearance.

But it's rare to have such a strange appearance.

“…… Excuse me, what do you two want? ”

In the pavilion, the female cultivator who received her stepped forward, looked at the two people who were already seated at a table, and couldn't help muttering in her heart.

The girl who led the way was looking at the mandarin duck pot embedded in the center of the table with interest.

It dawned on her.

"This is the first time the monks have come."

The nun said, smiling proudly.

"The name of this thing is 'hot pot', as long as you add the secret spiritual liquid made by the fairy, the two of you order a few more ingredients, and put them in the pot and simmer them for a while. This is a 'spiritual food' created by the fairy Feixin......"

The girl, that is, Yan Yan couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this.

Glancing at the "food material nameplate" hanging on the counter behind her, she curled her lips and said straight.

"In that case, let's all go to the same place."

"Yes," the nun who was accustomed to seeing such situations was not surprised, and asked again.

"The spiritual liquid of this pavilion is also clearly distinguished, and the spicy two flavors are ......"

"Just do it."

The nun replied and hurriedly retreated.

Yan Yu bent her fingers and knocked on the table, but she was thoughtful.

Promote it with "hot pot".

Secret Ichor.

Presumably, it is to keep the skill of making "spiritual food" secret.

It's a lot of work.

I just don't know what the actual taste of such a batch of hot pot tastes......

With a sigh of heart, she turned to someone beside her who was picking her mouth, and couldn't help but smile playfully.

"Even if you can taste the authentic spiritual food. You need to use a few more dishes to collect the cold. ”

Yue Yuhan was silent, sitting on the chair with a dignified posture and a detached bearing.

Coupled with a handsome little face, he has gained the eyes of many female cultivators in the pavilion.

Until the end of the day.

Several of the monks who received them turned back and poured a batch of "spiritual liquid" and "food materials" into the pots of each table and lit a fire.

Ichor tumbling.

The smell swept over quickly.

Under the guidance, the guests couldn't wait to put the "food ingredients" into the pot to cook, scoop up the dipping sauce, and then put it in their mouths.

Immediately amazed.

"This kind of spiritual food is simply unheard of!"

"The aura is rich, and its flavor and taste are wonderful! How can the pill be compared to it!? ”

……

Almost all the monks were intoxicated.

It wasn't until a certain dumpling that attracted the attention of the female cultivator that she took a bite of the shabu-shabu.

"But that's it."

The cold voice faintly revealing milk suddenly spread throughout the pavilion.

Yue Yuhan put down his chopsticks, looked at the stunning girl who was elegantly using the meal on the side, and curled the corners of his mouth for the first time.

"Far inferior to my sister."