Chapter 110: Candidate for the Holy Son
The Tianyuan Pavilion in this Tianyuan City is not comparable to the one in the small Lin'an City.
Whether it is the degree of luxury of the building or the materials used in the dishes of the period, they are all the best of the best, and the fees have reached the point where it is difficult for ordinary monks to afford.
Different from the layers of Lin'an City that are divided by the consumption of spirit stones, the Tianyuan Pavilion in this Tianyuan City is based on the status of status, cultivation realm, and the number of wealth to distinguish the level of many guests.
A person like Yun Chu'an who has a purple gold VIP token will naturally enjoy the top treatment, not to mention that Lin Wan'er, the young owner of the entire Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce beside him, the three of them greeted the shopkeeper of Tianyuan Pavilion and Xiao Er very warmly, and they went to the top floor with the widest field of vision.
For this reason, I also deliberately chose a seat near the window, and when I looked out of the window, I could enjoy the bustling night view of most of Tianyuan City.
Yun Chu'an was accompanied by two beautiful women with completely different temperaments, which naturally attracted the attention of the vast majority of people, not to mention that one of them was the young owner of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, and the people who could come to the top floor of the Tianyuan Pavilion naturally had some eyesight.
But from time to time, he stole some envious, jealous or hostile glances from Yun Chu'an, which made Yun Chu'an regain the feeling of being stared at by a talented person when he walked into the room with Lin Wan'er at the Yuexia Poetry Club.
A table of good rare dishes made several people feast, even Yun Chu'an, who has the talent of the god of food, felt that the cooking of these dishes was really good.
If nothing else, let's just say that this dish is called dragon liver and phoenix marrow, the taste is delicate, the taste is excellent, and the internal organs of Jiaolong and Qingque are used as dishes, which are extremely precious, and moisturize the aura of the eater, of course, the price is jaw-dropping to ordinary people.
This dish alone is to serve thousands of top-grade spirit stones, and you can enjoy it if you are not rich or noble.
After three rounds of drinking, the dinner party in the conversation between the three of them is also coming to an end.
Looking at Ou Yehan and Lin Wan'er, who were supporting each other in a friendly manner and saying goodbye to each other, Yun Chu'an was very puzzled.
The two of them are still a little hostile, and now they have become good girlfriends, as if they are the superfluous ones.
What's even more annoying is that Ou Yehan seems to be saying something bad about herself, and the second daughter raises her beautiful eyes to look at herself from time to time, and after she is ripe, she even makes a smile.
This woman... It's amazing!
At this moment, someone slowly paced towards Lin Wan'er with a wine glass.
"It turned out to be Miss Lin, I haven't seen her for a long time, and so is this beautiful girl, so is she polite. "The person who came was a handsome boy, wearing a plain robe, extremely handsome, holding the wine glass with a white and tender hand slightly saluted, that is, he drank the wine in the cup, but he never looked at Yun Chu'an.
Lin Wan'er frowned slightly, her tone was a little indifferent, and she returned a glass of wine and said, "I'll get together with my friends tonight, if there is anything to come to me later." ”
The implication is that a clear-eyed person can hear it, but the plain-robed boy turned a deaf ear, shook his robe, and continued, "Since he is a guest from afar, Song Hang can't wait. ”
"Song Hang?" Yun Chu'an seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, and thought quickly in his brain.
"Oh, does this fellow Daoist recognize Song?" Song Hang said with a pretended surprised expression, "In the next place, he is a candidate for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land." ”
Yun Chu'an heard this person say his identity a little exaggeratedly and used it to oppress people, so he remembered this name.
Yes, it turned out to be one of the candidates for the Holy Son of the Breeze Holy Land, no wonder this name is somewhat familiar.
This Breeze Holy Land has not yet elected a contemporary Son, but there are enough five or six candidates for the Son of God staring at that seat.
If Yun Chu'an had agreed to the invitation of Qingfeng Holy Land Qianqiuzi at that time, it is estimated that there would be nothing to do with Song Hang.
"I haven't asked this Taoist friend for his name!" Song Hang said rather pretentiously.
"The clouds are safe. ”
"Yun Chu'an, I heard that the family teacher said that the Tianluo Sword Sect in Nanzhou gave birth to the son of luck of our human race in this life, which is named Yun Chu'an, and Daoyou actually has the same name and surname as the son of luck of my clan?
"Huh. Yunchu Ampi replied with a smile, not wanting to continue to pay attention to this person.
That Lin Wan'er frowned slightly in anger when she saw Song Hang's words and demeanor, but she didn't dare to be angry.
Although he is still not the Holy Son, after all, this Song Hang is the candidate of the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land, and as the Holy Land of the leader of the Confucian Sect, its weight is slightly better than that of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce.
That Song Hang understood this in his heart, as Lin Wan'er's many suitors, the identity of the candidate of the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land can be said to surpass many people, and he relied on this identity to stick to Lin Wan'er extremely shamelessly.
In the previous days, Lin Wan'er returned to the ancestral land of Lin'an City in the Qianyuan Kingdom to scatter her mind, and there was no lack of willingness to avoid these suitors.
The tone was slightly heavier, and Lin Wan'er opened her mouth and said, "Tonight is the day to reunite with my old friend, I don't know what Song Gongzi is doing, if it is not an important matter, please Song Gongzi respect himself." ”
"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you Wan'er for a long time, and I miss you very much~ I don't know why, I think that you are more beautiful now than before, like a fairy like a goddess. ”
Song Hang's eyes were frivolous, praising Lin Wan'er while constantly looking at Ou Yehan.
"This kid... What kind of luck did he go to attract such two beautiful women with different temperaments? Could it be that this son of the human race luck of Raush really has some ability?
That's not right... This breath is clearly an ant realm that is unmistakable in the early stage of the knot, and I can slap it to death with one slap, how can such a person be elected as the son of the luck of the human race in this life?"
Song Hang's realm has reached the late Yuan Infant stage, and he is only twenty years old, even if he has such a cultivation, it also means that his talent is absolutely shocking, and it is no wonder that he can be listed as a candidate for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land.
But when he thought that he was just a low-level monk in the early stage of the knot pill but surrounded by such beautiful women, and was blown to the sky by his own master, what heavenly way recognition, golden light baptism, and what Wenchang Six Movements, Song Hang didn't quite believe that such a capable person in this world could trigger such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth at the same time.
If there is really such a person, he must be a peerless powerhouse who cultivates to the sky and has the best talent, and now seeing the low aura of cultivation in this cloud, he feels that the name of the son of the luck of the human race is somewhat untrue.