Think about it, if ordinary people also collect spirit stones, then it is estimated that few people will be able to enter, and the huge city will become an empty city.

Still not right, why don't monks collect money the same?

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"It's not a big deal, isn't it a big deal! The people in the city don't have one head and two legs?" Cheng Hu secretly despised as he walked, the entry fee of this spirit stone really made him feel painful.

Cheng Hu was struggling, and suddenly a handsome girl wearing a red cotton jacket and bulging pockets around her waist hurriedly walked towards him.

"This little brother is coming to Snowy City for the first time, I have a map of the city, and the shops and streets are all included. It's cheap, buy one. The girl looked at Cheng Hu expectantly. At the same time, he rubbed his little frozen hands, took out a folded map from his pocket and handed it over. On such a cold day, it is indeed painful for ordinary people to stay outside.

"How much does it cost?" asked Cheng Hu. The first time he came here, his eyes were dark, and he really needed a map.

"Five taels of silver. The girl said casually, turning her head to look around.

"What?" Cheng Hu's voice was a little high, even the map was so expensive.

"Four-two, three-two, one-one-two," the girl said worriedly.

"Okay, just one or two. Cheng Hu took out a tael of silver and put it in the girl's hand, and took the map at the same time.

"Thank you!" The girl grabbed the silver and walked away happily, in fact, she wanted to say ten copper plates next, but she didn't expect Cheng Hu to buy it for one or two silver, and this time she made a lot of money.

The girl had just walked away, and Cheng Hu was about to study the map. Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and Cheng Hu looked up. "I'll go" saw a group of men with maps in their hands rushing towards him.

Seeing this formation, Cheng Hu hurriedly lifted the one in his hand and shouted: "There is, there is!"

I didn't expect to do this business, and the competition is so fierce.

Feng Lai Restaurant, one of the places specially marked on the map. This restaurant is dedicated to entertaining monks from all walks of life, and ordinary mortals are not allowed to enter even if they have thousands of family fortunes without the guidance of monks. For Cheng Hu, who takes eating as his hobby, naturally he can't let it go.

Along the way, Cheng Hu was slightly surprised, there were too many monks in this city, and the condensate stage monks alone saw two. Although Flying Snow City is a gathering place for monks, it is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is not close to the gate.

In front of the Fenglai Restaurant, Cheng Hu put away the technique of collecting breath. There are so many condensation stage monks in the city, and the operation of the breathing technique is not only useless, but it is a little bad.

When you push the door in, you will be greeted by a luxurious hall, the top of which is inlaid with hundreds of night pearls for night lighting. On a square platform in the center, several women danced in thin light gauze, their snow-white skin was faintly visible between the dances, and some people applauded from time to time. Fortunately, the temperature in the restaurant is not low, otherwise these people would not have froze to death.

It's not yet noon at the moment, and there aren't many people eating. Cheng Hu found a small table close to the crowd and sat down, and immediately Xiao Er came over.

The second year is not very old, but it is also the early stage of cultivation. There is no welcome at the entrance of the restaurant, and in order to prevent ordinary people who don't know the rules from entering, someone must be able to distinguish between mortals and monks, and it is also necessary to have a good cultivation.

"Guest, what are you going to do?" Xiao Er handed over the recipe.

Cheng Hu took the recipe and opened it, "Oh my God!!"

"Purple bamboo venison, a spirit stone. ”

"Black bone soup, a spirit stone. ”

"Blood taro chicks, two spirit stones. ”

"What? This snow frog leg actually costs five spirit stones?" Cheng Hu cried out in surprise, causing the people nearby to turn their heads to look this way, and one of them showed a look of disdain.

"Hehe, guest officer, the dishes we have here are all cooked with the flesh and blood of demon beasts, and naturally they can't be compared with ordinary game. Xiao Er explained with a smile.

"Oh, so do you have any normal home-cooked food here? like a little pheasant stewed with mushrooms. Cheng Hu asked.

"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't have this. Even though it wasn't the first time he had encountered such a situation, Xiao Er still felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Hehe! I'm just asking. Cheng Hu's skin is thick enough, but he doesn't feel embarrassed at all.

Just then, a discordant voice came.

"Haha! Do you want to eat pheasant, go home and go up the mountain to catch it. It's not something a poor boy like you can afford. If you don't have a spirit stone, don't come in and be embarrassed. A white-faced young man near the window mocked. At the same time, he shook the folding fan in his hand. On such a cold day, he still brings a fan, which is too good to pretend.

"Yes, yes! At first glance, he came out of a poor ravine, and had never seen the world. There were also people next to him who did not forget to echo a few words.

Cheng Hu directly cast an idiot look, and continued to look at the recipe. Whether it is a mortal or a monk, it is always these gentlemen who love to pretend. For this kind of person, Cheng Hu still has the ability to endure, and he is not angry at all. But not being angry doesn't mean not hating, and if he has the opportunity to teach the other party a lesson, he won't miss it.

"Little Er, bring me another pot of Firefox wine. I think it's okay to blow this poor ghost out, he can't afford to eat it after reading the recipe for so long. The white-faced man shouted.

"Slow down!" Cheng Hu frowned slightly. He's not done with this guy yet, he doesn't seem to provoke him, right? Why can't he get along with himself all the time? Could it be that these gentlemen like to show that they are tall by belittling others?

Seeing this scene, the people around them all watched it with great interest. They were guessing whether Cheng Hu would be blasted out in disgrace next, or run over in a rage and fight hard, and then be arrested by the law enforcement team.

You know, fighting is not allowed in the city for some time now. In the face of the Feng family, one of the three major families, the monks still have to give this face. For some people who have no identity and no background, once they are caught breaking the rules, their fate will inevitably be extremely miserable, and they will become the chicken that kills chickens and monkeys.

To everyone's surprise, Cheng Hu just smiled slightly, and then cast an idiot look at him again, and continued to look at the recipe.

The smile on the white-faced gentleman's face immediately disappeared, and he was obviously angry enough. The poor ghost in front of him dared to ignore him, "I will make him look good when I have the opportunity." The white-faced man secretly made up his mind. Then he checked out and left, and he didn't even want the wine he hadn't served, so he didn't have any appetite.

"Bring me a snow frog leg, a braised bear paw, and three catties of Lu beast meat. ”

"There's a pot of firefox wine, too. That's all for now. ”

After thinking about it, Cheng Hu finally ordered a few dishes. (To be continued.) ）

Due to the conception of the later plot, many contradictions were found, so there were a few changes in the front. Ask for support, ask for forwarding!