I can only think of a way, find a topic, and then eat slowly.

It feels like a good conversation for an afternoon.

When talking about the martial artist, Shihua looked at him.

"He's the martial artist I'm looking for, how about it, are you interested in introducing the younger generations of your family to my practice?"

"He?" The girl who was called Xiao Ye pointed at Wen Ping, "He looks the same age as us, isn't it appropriate to be a martial artist?"

A martial artist, experienced and well-informed, can better teach young people to practice.

But Wen Ping, how do you look at it.

Shihua smiled and explained, "You really underestimate him, he is a sevenfold body refining cultivator. ”

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. ”

There's no way, as soon as you talk about this matter, you can only slip away, refuse politely, and express it with actions, this is clear enough, right?

However, as soon as I went out, when I walked to the staircase, I suddenly heard a shout behind me, and the voice was quite familiar.

Even among the two or three hundred people, his voice is particularly unique.

Wen Ping turned around, then raised his eyes and saw Yang Lele standing in the corridor on the third floor and waving at him.

"Sect Master, here. ”

There was also a person standing next to Yang Lele, who looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a gorgeous costume, his eyes were blazing, and he was extremely sharp when he looked at people, but when he turned to Yang Lele, there was a hint of pampering on his face.

There is no need to think about it, and there is no need to dig out old memories from your mind, this middle-aged man must be Yang Zongxian, the contemporary patriarch of the Yang family.

A leading figure who almost monopolizes the entire industry in the silk and cloth business.

However, to the two of them, Wen Ping just nodded, he didn't think about going up to say hello, and he didn't even have the heart to go up to the third floor.

Wen Ping stepped aside and patted Yun Liao, who was leaning against the door, "Okay, isn't it just a meal?"

Yun Liao sighed, "50 gold for a dish, but it is still in short supply." ”

"No matter how delicious the dish is, it is only a dish, and after passing the mouth, it becomes the little thing in the stomach, but on the one hand, the key is that the owner of this Baifeng Building can do business and understand marketing. I got a rule of three dishes and one soup, otherwise it wouldn't be 50 gold a dish, everyone wants it, and even ordinary people are willing to pour out what they have to taste a plate. ”

"But it's worse than you!"

Yun Liao suddenly came with a sentence that made Wen Ping stunned.

After thinking about it, Wen Ping couldn't help but laugh, Yun Liao held a grudge against the time limit he made.

Just as Wen Ping was thinking about where to go next, Yang Lele walked down and bowed to the two.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun, my father said that he wanted to meet the two of you, and he invited you to have a meal to show his gratitude. ”

"What to eat, three dishes and one soup, if you don't eat enough, you just don't eat it. Yun Liao complained.

Yang Lele hurriedly said: "As long as Elder Yun is willing to appreciate the light, the dishes can be eaten as much as you like, Baifeng Tower is our family." ”

A restaurant for your own disciples!

Yun Liao was quite happy, nodded and hurriedly agreed.

Someone invited him to dinner, and Wen Ping naturally had no reason not to go.

So, both of them followed the guide to a private room on the third floor.

Pushing open the door, Wen Ping knew what the master's freedom was, Baifeng Building was on all sides, and there were five private rooms on one side of the second floor, but here, this side was just one room. There are stalls in the house, square tables, a few flowers, and Bogu shelves, which are dazzling.

What makes Wen Ping feel most comfortable is the freedom, and the feeling of walking around if you want to walk around is not ordinary.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun!"

Yang Zongxian stood up and waved at the dancing girls, and they walked out of the room from Wen Ping's side.

Wen Ping bowed his head, and also returned a salute, and responded: "Patriarch Yang, look up for a long time." ”

Yun Liao didn't care about this, let him be a 13-fold cultivator of the body refining to salute ordinary people, he really couldn't do it.

But after all, it was the other party's treat, and the other party was the host, Yun Liao still nodded, and responded quite perfunctorily.

"Long admiration. ”

Yang Zongxian has been in business for decades, so he can't hear Yun Liao's tone, but he is not the slightest moved.

Instead, he praised it, "Elder Yun really has a character, he has already refined his body 13 times at a young age, and he points directly to the Xuan, and his future achievements are limitless." Please sit down, whatever you want to eat, and I will order someone to do it immediately. ”

Of course, he, Yang Zongxian, is not a person who gets up early without profit.

If the Immortal Sect had been before, he would definitely persuade his son to quit, and he didn't want to have any intersection with the Immortal Sect at all.

But now it was different, he could hear the extraordinaryness of the Immortal Sect from his son's words. Especially after the rebellion and the departure of the relatives, such a young refining 13th cultivator chose to join the Immortal Sect, doesn't it explain anything?

Entrance fee for thousands of dollars.

The entry standard for the five-fold body refining at the age of 15.

The combination of the three shows that Wen Ping is likely to have taken out the back hand left by his father, a back move through the Xuan Realm, which should not be underestimated.

After feeling Yang Zongxian's enthusiasm, Yun Liao unceremoniously ordered seven or eight dishes, and Wen Ping didn't want him to be as greedy, so he ordered six.

If there is anything in this world that is more hearty and ecstatic than when you break through in cultivation, then it is something that you eat gluttonously.

The people take food as the sky, and after this meal, Wen Ping estimated that after returning to the sect, he would be sick to his stomach when he saw the dishes made by Yun Liao.

Gradually, dusk has arrived, Tiangong is like a changed person, let the dark clouds cover Cangwu City, the gloomy weather makes the reason Baifeng Tower's heat begin to cool down, and people leave one after another with enough food and wine.

The people who had been waiting outside the door, they lined up behind the long snake and waited until someone ran out and told them that Huaikong had rested.

Yang Zongxian picked up a jade bottle from the Bogu shelf on the side, and the bottle was as green as a freshly sprouted branch and leaf. Then he opened the stopper in front of Wen Ping's eyes, and the aroma was immediately fragrant, which made people intoxicated.

It's not that Wen Ping has never seen this kind of fine wine, no matter how he says it, he is also the young sect master of the 2-star sect.

The last time I saw this kind of wine was when my father used it to feast on the lord of the city.

He poured two glasses, one to Yun Liao, one to Wen Ping, and finally poured himself a glass, and deliberately made his expression enough when he drank, the feeling was the same as the expression of the person downstairs who was late for the first time to cook the food.

In this regard, Wen Ping can only say one thing, this is a drama spirit.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun drinks, this is the wine that Huaikong brought. ”

Wen Ping was a little surprised, and hurriedly picked up the cup and tasted it, "It brought?"

Very chilled.

When a glass is in your mouth, half of your body is as if you are in the ice and snow.

Of course, it's not that you take off your clothes and throw them in the snow, but it's the feeling of suddenly stepping into the snow from the heat of June.

Hearty, the wine tastes mellow,

Li Bai encountered wine, and always wanted to write something, Wen Ping, not a poet, but also wanted to praise something.

For example, wind.

The wind

The wind that carries the clouds away

You wait for me

Carry my dreams, with my vision

......

"One more drink!"

"Patriarch Yang, one glass of this kind of good wine is enough, it's hard to do. ”

"Sect Master Wen has seen it, my son is now a member of your sect, we are all equal to a family, I still have a pot, you can take it away later." ”