Beyond Tahoe is another world.

Dogs and horses, flowers. There are hooks for listening to music and selling elegance, and there are teahouses for storytelling.

Although the monks thought that they had an extra immortal aura, they could not break free from the pursuit of fame and fortune.

This was the first time Zhang Qinghe had taken a good look at this world since he had crossed over, and he felt for a moment that if he didn't look at the essence of the Heavenly Realm, it would indeed be very beautiful.

This is Chang'an, it is the most prosperous and beautiful realm in Xiantang, the entire Zhongtian realm, which can be compared with it, except for Shenxia's Wentian, there is no place.

Coming out of the teleportation array of Taihaotian, there was a special person to guide him. For the Chang'an Juku students, who are the most "human" among the immortals, this kind of treatment is just a matter of course.

And when he was a student of the True Academy who walked out of the world of Chang'an Juku, this respect reached another level.

The arch guard teleportation array Zhi Jinwu also solemnly bowed.

"I've seen Shaolang. ”

Zhang Qinghe doesn't hate this kind of etiquette, but he is particularly uncomfortable. In his previous life, the world had done a good job of people in their pursuit of human equality, but occasionally they had lost respect for each other.

Zhang Qinghe hurriedly returned the salute, although only the team members were cultivators, but Zhang Qinghe did not think that they were not worthy of respect.

"You are the little son of the righteous father, right?"

A little man in yellow came over with a smile on his face and saluted him.

His father's name is Zhang Buqi, and his nickname is Shou Zhenggong, which is posthumously given by the royal family, so the title is quite solemn.

Needless to say, this is a servant of the Zhang family in Lantian.

"The little boy studied in Chang'an School, has great perseverance, great talent, and has to be admired. ”

Zhang Qinghe found that none of these subordinates would not come to trouble.

At the beginning, he didn't talk about his immortal cultivation qualifications, but just said that he had great perseverance and talent, and it was refreshing to hear it, and the sycophants were in the right place.

Seeing that Zhang Qinghe was just smiling, the little guy knew that he didn't eat much of this set, so he hurriedly talked about business

- "The steward has set up a banquet in the heavens in the east of the city, and the prince has come from Taihaotian, although the immortal family is powerful and does not feel tired, but after all, there is still some preparation, and the right to catch the wind and wash the dust." ”

Tianshangju is one of the best restaurants in Chang'an, and it is said that you can eat a spiritual feast

——That is, it is cooked by the pure-blooded demon clan killed from the 100,000 mountains.

This is the characteristic of Xiantang, if Shenxia wants to eat such a feast, I don't know how many catties it will cost.

In fact, the spirit feast has little effect on the promotion of immortal cultivators, unless there is a great power to kill a certain old demon king who was born and raised, and then boil and cook it by special means, or a certain beast with the blood of an immortal god, refining its bones and blood to make dishes.

Or it is a spirit beast of a certain race that can be encountered in the Zhongtian Great Realm, such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns...... Of course, if anyone dares to eat it, it is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest of a top immortal family.

There have been such madmen in the Great Realm, but there are not many.

Of course, the Zhang family can't afford to set up a feast, but there are also rare delicacies on the table.

The red-feathered chicken with mixed blood is drained seven times of boiling water, cut neatly into white water, and poured with a sweet and spicy sauce......

The hundred-year-old near-demon pig and dolphin take the best pork belly, tie it with gold wire, wrap it in lotus leaves, put it into the secret soybean sauce and honey and stuff it, wait until the fat is infiltrated, lean and lean, and the chopsticks will be soft and glutinous, and the entrance is like melting soup......

The best mudskipper in the Wei River, take the most tenacious and most competitive one, cut and wash it and fry it in the pan until it is crisp yellow, simply sprinkle it with refined salt, the fish meat is extremely delicate, gently sip, only one main thorn remains......

The snow lotus picked out of the deep pools of the 100,000 mountains is only a little bit almost turned into an elixir, which is undoubtedly the most expensive dish among them. Take a knife and cut it into crystal clear thin slices, and don't stir-fry, just drain a piece of boiling water that can lock in the aura, and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Among the seven emotions and six desires, only the appetite is the most amazing. Zhang Qinghe felt that not to mention the past few days that he had traveled, even in the past few years since the death of his predecessor's parents, he had not eaten such delicious food.

And what touched him was that the appearance of these delicacies in the spiritual vision was normal and delicious, otherwise he really couldn't stop looking at a table of "Evil God's Feast".

Before the beings in this realm embark on the path of cultivation reach a certain boundary or get a certain opportunity, they are only alienated by spirituality, and their physical bodies will not change.

But he couldn't show great urgency, he was the leader in front of the Zhang family steward who put down his son and invited him back to his hometown to watch the ceremony.

The steward of the Zhang family is different from all the templated stewards in his impression, not with a black mole face, but more like a tall scholar.

Taste it carefully, there is actually a bit of the taste of the preacher in the literary academy, which naturally makes people feel a little good.

Out of caution, Zhang Qinghe also glanced at it.

Well, people are normal, and spirituality has only a slight alienation characteristic, which is a common problem that ordinary people in this world also exist - but a few more whiskers, not in the way.

Those who can't step on the cultivation level, if it weren't for chance, wouldn't even become evil for the rest of their lives.

This principle is also applicable to low-level immortal cultivators.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

"Little Boy ......"

Steward Zhang's appearance is not outstanding, he belongs to the type that can't be carried out even if he falls into the pile, but he has a literary atmosphere.

"Little boy?" Seeing Zhang Qingheguang looking at this table feast, he smiled happily

"If the little boy feels hungry, he can start lifting chopsticks, and don't care about ordinary people like me. ”

Zhang Qinghe still attaches great importance to the rules, he only thinks a lot in his heart, so he is a little embarrassed to see Steward Zhang so easy-going, and even the indifference of the Zhang family to his predecessor in the past few years is a little bit in his mind.

That's right, at that time, as a person whose existence represented "trouble", the Zhang family, who was in the whirlpool of the court, of course had to protect himself.

Seeking profit and avoiding harm is the normal state of all things. In this matter, it can only be said that the Zhang family is not authentic, and it cannot be said that the Zhang family owes him, after all, he has never contributed to this strange family.

Zhang Qinghe was embarrassed and took the initiative to start talking.

"I don't know what Steward Zhang is called?"

"The main family does not give up, and I give a name, a single name is a distant word, I am a long generation, the sons and girls all call me Uncle Yuan, if the little boy feels uncomfortable, you can also call me Zhang Steward. ”

Zhang Qinghe groaned, calling "Uncle Yuan" or "Steward Zhang", in a sense, indirectly illustrating Zhang Qinghe's attitude towards the Zhang family in Lantian.

But no matter what Zhang Qinghe thinks in his heart, superficial overtures are always the best solution for dealing with others, he doesn't have so much depression and heart, or he can't think so much about this world, he can only think about how to live, and then how to live well, and the last thing is to do what he wants and control his own destiny.

He smiled, showing the immaturity and sincerity of a teenager.

"Uncle Yuan. ”

Zhang Yuan was very happy.

"Okay, little boy eats vegetables, eats vegetables!"

"When I get to the road, I'll talk to you about ancestor worship in detail!"

For a while, Zhang Qinghe and Zhang Qinghe talked to each other, and Zhang Qinghe used the knowledge of the past few days as a talking point, which also made Zhang Yuan, a mortal, feel very novel......