After another argument, the man in the Confucian shirt saw that the old man in charge of the shopkeeper would not let him out of the guest room no matter what, and he was angry and did not go out, so he sat down at a wine table against the wall, grabbed the teapot on the table, poured a bowl of tea into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth, threw the tea bowl on the table, and directly slept on the wooden bench with a sullen voice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at his appearance, it seems that if the shopkeeper disagrees, he will simply stay here tonight.

"It's insulting to Sven, it's really insulting to Sven! If it weren't for the sake of my child's face, I would have ......"

The chubby old man was old, and after trembling with anger, he relieved his breath for a long time, and then glanced at the man in the shirt with hatred, and his eyes turned, and only then did he notice Fang Nan, who followed up silently.

Seeing that Fang Nan looked like he was only in his early twenties, dressed in a white shirt, and his face was delicate, the old man in charge couldn't help but wonder: "This little brother looks at Mian Sheng, and he is also a friend of Mr. Su?"

This is to see that he is like a young scholar to ask like this, Fang Nan shook his head slightly, and said with a chuckle: "The shopkeeper is wrong, he only came to Yunmeng City today, where are his friends?"

"Haha, too, the little brother looks like he has a refreshing temperament, and he doesn't look like a friend that the old scoundrel can make. When the chubby old man heard this, his tone suddenly became a lot more enthusiastic, and he smiled: "I don't know if the little brother is sharp-minded or stays in the store, if he is sharp-pointed, the store has all kinds of wine and food, and the signature dishes are all delicious." ”

"But if you stay in the hotel, it's really because the upstairs rooms have been booked in advance by nobles from Fucheng. Speaking of this, the slightly chubby old man showed a look of embarrassment on his face, "It's a little difficult to arrange." ”

"Sure enough, it's still the case. ”

Fang Nan was not surprised, after a little silence, he asked with some confusion: "I also asked a lot of inns along the way, and they all said that they were chartered by nobles, and the shopkeeper knows which nobles are coming, and there is such a big deal?"

"Hmph, what kind of noble person can it be! Blind old thing, I can't figure out my identity!"

The short and fat old man smiled bitterly, and before he could speak, the man in the Confucian shirt over there had already sneered, and sneered: "Even if my wife-in-law retires now, he used to be an errand in the salt department of the state, you don't serve such a big official well, you have to listen to that person's nonsense, the nobleman from the mansion, can he have a high status?"

"Oh, really?"

At this moment, the door of the inn suddenly opened, the autumn wind swept in, and seven or eight figures suddenly appeared at the door, and everyone in the store looked at it, but saw that the people who came were all Taoist priests with feather clothes and star crowns, all of them had extraordinary bearing, like immortals outside the world.

The leader looked to be in his forties, his clothes were purple, his hands were dusty, his eyes looked faint, and he fell on the man in a Confucian shirt, and said indifferently: "The cultivator is not as good as the little official of the salt department, what, is this what you said?"

As soon as he saw the dress of the comer, the man in the Confucian shirt changed his complexion greatly, and when he heard this, he hurriedly stood up, his heart trembled, and he said with a forced smile: "Dao...... Dao Ye listened to the errand, but it didn't mean that, how could the laymen of the Yan Division compare with the Dao Palace, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding......"

The Taoist snorted coldly, didn't pay attention to this person anymore, glanced at the slightly chubby old man who was stunned at the counter, and frowned slightly: "What about your shopkeeper, Guanli let people book all the rooms here the day before yesterday, why didn't the poor Taoist come here but didn't come out to receive them?"

"The nobleman who chartered the inn is Daoye?"

The chubby old man was obviously taken aback, and hurriedly ran out of the counter, and when he came to the Taoist, he shook himself with a big mouth without saying a word, and said with a smile: "The villain is the shopkeeper, is he not guilty, isn't it that he doesn't know the identity of the nobleman, how can he think that it is a person with such an identity as the Taoist master?"

The Taoist frowned slightly, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Then lead the way." ”

"Hey, okay!" The old man in charge of the shopkeeper was in good spirits, and he went up the stairs with a smile and led him to the second floor, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is still one in the upper room, please here-"

Seeing that the purple-clothed Taoist led by him had already waved the dust and stepped on the stairs, the remaining Taoist priests, after looking at each other, also followed one by one with solemn faces, out of the dust, there was no movement all the way, and even the sound of footsteps was not heard.

"I actually offended the Taoist master in the temple...... It's over, as long as the Taoist temple intervenes in next year's government exam, there will be no hope at all, it's over, it's all over......"

There was a desperate muttering of the man in the Confucian shirt on the side, Fang Nan glanced at him, saw that he looked lost and depressed, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and after glancing at the upstairs lightly, he was about to turn around and leave.

These Taoist priests in front of him seemed to be from the Taiqing Taoist Temple, but they were just some mortals, Fang Nan had no interest in what they were doing here, seeing that it was getting late and late, he still went to Xicheng District to find an inn to live in.

As soon as he walked to the door, a figure rushed in from outside the door in a hurry, seeing that he was about to crash into his arms, Fang Nan sighed, his heels moved slightly, and the whole person shook to the side quietly, his movements were as easy and freehand as flowing water, and before the other party could react, he was already passing by.

The person who came was a young Taoist boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he only felt a white shadow flickering by him, and he didn't realize the danger he had almost bumped into just now. After breaking into the door in confusion, he saw the purple-clothed Taoist who had just stepped on the corridor on the second floor, and he was overjoyed, and hurriedly stopped, and said, "Senior Brother An, Senior Uncle and they have arrived, Senior Brother Wang asked me to come over and inform you, so that you can visit tomorrow morning." ”

When the purple-clothed Daoist heard this, he turned a deaf ear, his eyes fell on Fang Nan behind the Dao Tong, he squinted, his face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted coldly: "Stop me!"

"Huh?"

Fang Nan was about to step out of the threshold with one foot, and when he heard the voice, his face was stunned, and he immediately turned around, and saw the purple-clothed Taoist looking down at him condescendingly, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and said coldly: "Something?"

"Who taught you the body technique you used just now?" The purple-clothed Daoist said coldly as he stared at Fang Nan's face.

Fang Nan looked at him inexplicably, and said casually: "I learned it myself, is there a problem?"

"Is there a problem? Hmph, of course you think there is no problem, but in the eyes of Poor Dao, the problem is big!"

The cold light flashed in his eyes, the purple-clothed Taoist was on tiptoe, and the whole person was like a purple shock, and the afterimage flashed, and it was swept towards Fang Nan, and in the sound of breaking the air, the dust in the sleeve waved, and the silver filaments were scattered when he landed, like a long rope of the Dao, and he went down to Fang Nan!

"The remnants of the Blood Demon Altar, it's just a matter of pretending to be crazy and stupid, how dare you use ghost shadows in front of the poor road! )