Gu Jian and the Seven Swords Ancestor came to a cloth shop together, and the Seven Swords Ancestor bought two clothes very skillfully.

These two clothes are very ordinary, only gray one color, the style is single, the ancient sword and the Seven Sword Ancestor look the same as ordinary worldly people when they wear them.

Gu Jian looked like a young knight, and as for the Seven Swords Ancestor, he looked like his grandfather.

"Boy, today I will take you to see the roast chicken of Wenxianglou. "The Seven Swords Ancestor was overjoyed at the thought of eating roast chicken.

Gu Jian didn't ask much, and he had also eaten the food in the secular world.

The taste is indeed good, and the monks usually take Bigu Dan or spirit fruits, and rarely eat food.

Naturally, you will think that the food in the secular world is delicious, but if it is food made of demon beasts, the taste is not worse than the food in the secular world, or even better.

It's a pity that the monster material is very difficult to handle, and it is much more difficult to make than the food of the secular world, so it is very expensive.

The Seven Swords Ancestor must have eaten a lot of demon beast delicacies, and it seems that the taste of roast chicken here is indeed not ordinary.

Speaking of which, he remembered the little fat man's craftsmanship and missed it a little.

A Xiuzhen chef is definitely a national treasure at the level of a giant panda, and the complexity of his cooking skills is no less than that of talismans.

"I took on a sect mission to protect the emperor of Liuyun Kingdom. "The Seven Swords Ancestor is like a rural tenant who has never entered the city in the middle of the city, looking east and west, and casually telling Gu Jian what he is going to do this time.

"Hmm, hmm?" Gu Jian originally thought that there was no problem, but when he thought about it, it was a big problem.

The task that the Ancestor took over from the disciples of the outer sect of the sect was really a bit arbitrary.

Gu Jian quickly calmed down and no longer cared, the ancestor acted reasonably.

"Wenxiang Building. The two of them soon arrived at the Wenxiang Building in the mouth of the ancestor, there were a lot of people, and the plaque at the door carried an aura, which was not simple.

"Don't read it, I wrote it. ”

When they walked into the Wenxiang Building, the inside was very unusual, and the space was much larger than it looked from the outside.

What makes the ancient sword strange is that the layout of Wenxianglou is elegant, quite aura, and it should be all high-ranking officials and nobles, scholars and swordsmen.

But there are princes and nobles here, and there are ordinary people.

This group of people with very different identities and statuses get along well in this Wenxiang Building, and they have a different feeling.

"Master, this incense building was built by a monk. "The title of Shizu is suitable for the secular world, and it does not seem to be raw.

"More than a hundred years ago, I saw that the shopkeeper of Wenxianglou had a spiritual root, so I passed on some spells to him. ”

For more than 100 years, Wenxianglou has at least more than 100 years, which is rare in the secular world.

However, it has something to do with the ancestors of the Yuanying, not to mention a hundred years, and a thousand years may not be impossible.

The ancestor took the ancient sword and came to the third floor near the window, the third floor is the top floor, but there are many people.

Gu Jian even sensed one or two monks in the Qi Refining Period, but the spiritual power in their bodies was too thin, and he estimated that it was in the early stage of Qi Refining.

"Guest officer, what do you want?" the gray-shirted junior wiped the table diligently and looked at the ancient sword.

The two of them sat together, and the ancient sword was more like the master.

"Give this to your shopkeeper, he understands. Gu Jian took out a rusty iron plaque and a black ring.

The iron plate is engraved with Wenxianglou, which is already blurred, and as for the ring, it is naturally a storage ring given to him by the ancestor, and there is a low-level demon beast firetail chicken corpse inside.

The fire-tailed chicken is just a low-level demon beast, it can release flames, its strength is very weak, and it can be easily dealt with by monks in the early stage of qi refining, but the meat is very delicious and rich in aura, and many sects will keep it in captivity in large quantities.

There are also an old man and a young man sitting on the table next to him, the old eyes seem to be sick, the eyes are closed, and the missing is a little girl, estimated to be about ten years old, with a chubby face, very cute.

The old man saw the iron plate and storage ring in the ancient sword's hand, and his eating hand paused slightly.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" the little girl held a chicken leg in her hand, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was stuffed with chicken, and her speech was slurred.

"Ling'er, are you okay, is it delicious?" Although the old man's eyes were sick, his face was very kind, and he cared about the little girl very much.

"Grandpa, it's delicious, I still want to eat it. The little girl took a big bite of the chicken leg in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were full of oil.

Gu Jian knew that these two were monks, the old cultivator was not low, and his qi cultivation was at the peak, and in the entire land of the Hundred Kingdoms, Gu Jian had never seen a monk with such a high cultivation.

The little girl's cultivation is very low, she should have just cultivated, but she is at the second level of Qi cultivation, but she is in the land of a hundred countries, which is very remarkable.

"A serving of freshly baked chicken. A middle-aged man in cupboard clothes, holding a fragrant firetail chicken in his hand, went straight to Gu Jian.

The firetail chicken is a monster beast, and its size is not small, but the firetail chicken on the plate is not as much as ordinary chicken.

That's because this plate is full of the most tender chicken with the most tender tail, and the rest is thrown away.

The middle-aged man was a little blessed, and bowed slightly towards the Seven Swords Ancestor, "Senior Ancestor, you are here." ”

"You're so old, it's better to try your craft today than your father. "The Seven Swords Ancestor directly tore off a piece of chicken.

"It's really good, the cooking skills are no worse than your father, what about your father?" The Seven Swords Ancestor is like a flower child who has never eaten, and his food is full of oil.

"My dad was going to take that step. Fa Fu was middle-aged and turned out to be the shopkeeper of Wenxiang Building, and he looked at the Seven Swords Ancestor very respectfully.

"Hey, your dad still took that step, he didn't blame me for not helping him. The ancestor sighed lightly.

"Our family has been grateful to our ancestors for generations, and my father is just unwilling. ”

"Sit down, eat together, you have a baby. ”

"Thank you, Master, Yu'er, come here. ”

A woman of the same age as Gu Jian walked over, with thin eyebrows and bright eyes, and green silk coiled around her waist, although it was not stunning, it was very attractive.

"Master, this is Yu'er, and now she has practiced Qi at the fourth level. ”

"I said I wouldn't care about the practice, just sit down. ”

There were not many people on the third floor, but the other people didn't see a few Gu Jian, and they chatted by themselves, eating and drinking.

"Grandpa, can I eat one of your chicken legs?" the little girl next to them suddenly ran over.

"Ling'er, come back. The old man scolded loudly and hurried to pull the little girl.

"Senior, don't blame your granddaughter for being ignorant. ”

"It's okay, take it. Seven Swords tore off the firetail chicken and handed it back to the little girl.

"Thank you, seniors. "The old man's whole body is already soaked, and the feeling that the Seven Sword Ancestor gave him is too terrible to see through at all.

"Big brother, your color is black, and so is yours, grandpa. The little girl bit the chicken leg and said vaguely.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he did not dare to speak.

"Interesting, does the little girl still want to eat it?"

"Yes. The little girl nodded heavily.

The shopkeeper and his daughter Murong Yu looked at Gu Jian curiously.

They know the old man, the top great monk in the land of a hundred countries, the old man of Tiance.