The early sun shone over the top of the mountain, and the entire Yunjiang City fell into a bustling scene again.
The Demon Realm collapsed, and the Demon City no longer had its former glory. It is still unknown how long Yunjiang City, which relied on the Demon Realm for its prosperity, would become lonely.
Zuixianju is as prosperous as ever, gathering delicacies and entertaining guests from all over the world.
Wu Qing couldn't wait any longer, so she took Jiang Fan to Zuixianju and became a clerk. One can make some money, and the other is to prepare for the gambling game ten days later.
From inside the restaurant, Wu Qing and Jiang Fan found out clearly that although this bet was a small one, it was shocking to the world.
Among these five realms, the literati are fond of four kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Among the four, there are four outstanding ones. They are the sound of Dongfang Hai Pavilion, Liang Chen and Gao Tianyi; Xuegong's painting depicts the sky and the clouds frightening the dragon; Banshan Temple's painting depicts the monk Guan Tao.
Speaking of these four masterpieces, no one can surpass them.
But in the far north, there are three male families. Among them, there is a woman from the Bu family, named Bu Feiyan. She has learned a good piano skill, and it is said that she has impressed many piano masters.
In this world, reputations become more and more famous, so some people say that Bu Feiyan's piano skills can compete with Gao Tianyi's.
Since this statement is made, it makes people curious and needs to be verified urgently. Therefore, Ye Qinghan, the young master of the Ye family of the Daqian Dynasty, made a plan and invited Bu Feiyan and Gao Tianyi to come to Zuixian Tower in Yunjiang City to compete on the piano, which fulfilled everyone's expectations.
In the corridor, Jiang Fan said to Wu Qing: "According to rumors, that Bu Feiyan is the eldest daughter of Bu Fengchen, the head of the Bu family. She was born into a beautiful woman. Many aristocratic families and sect leaders want to please her, so this This time, there will be many strong men from the younger generation here."
Wu Qingdao: "I'm not interested in them. I just hope that Feiyan will come to rescue me this time. As long as I can help my second brother detoxify, even if I have to be a bull for the rest of my life, I'm willing to do it!"
When Jiang Fan heard this, he was quite moved and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do it!"
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The scene of ten days passed quietly.
As early as three days ago, Zuixianju had temporarily closed its doors and cleaned the kitchen to prepare for the monks.
Ye Ling is now rich, so he plans to use the spirit stone to book a private room on the second floor to watch the situation.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jibei, the manager of Zuixianju, said: "A few months ago, the children of various sects and aristocratic families who heard the news booked all the guest rooms in Zuixianju, and there was no room at all."
After hearing this, Ye Ling gave a wry smile. It was a deserted place, but he didn't know what a spectacular scene it was.
However, Zhang Jibei was kind-hearted. When he learned about Ye Ling, he ordered his room on the second floor to be cleaned out so that Ye Ling could stay temporarily.
Wu Qing and Jiang Fan are grateful for their kindness, but they don't know how to repay them.
Zhang Jibei said with a smile: "I have been a restaurant steward all my life, and I have learned the eight words 'treat others with humility and be kind to others'. You don't need to thank me, just go and get busy!"
In the past few days, Cong Zhongxiao still came here to drink every day and got very drunk.
The shopkeeper of Zuixianju is also a monk, but his whereabouts are unpredictable and he rarely returns to this place. All matters of Zuixianju are decided by Zhang Jibei.
When he left, he left a message: "Don't bother with the matter of laughing in the bush. Just give me a drink if you ask for it. Don't ask for money!"
Therefore, Zhang Jibei would personally give Cong Zhongxiao a gourd of immortal drunkenness every day without charging him any money.
Cong Zhongxiao had no money to give him, so he squatted in the corner of the hall on the first floor every day, drinking alone. Every time he drank, he would get drunk. After drinking, he went home to sleep and come back tomorrow.
Day after day, year after year. The waiters in the restaurant have been changed one after another, but only in this restaurant, the banished immortal drunk, Zhang Jibei, and Cong Zhongxiao have never left.
There was nothing to do that day, so Ye Ling also ordered a jar of Immortal Drunk to taste. It cost a medium-grade spiritual stone, which was expensive, but it was difficult for ordinary people to enjoy it.
When you open the jar, the aroma of wine overflows, it is thick and mellow. Before you taste the wine, you smell the aroma and you are already drunk.
After entering the mouth, it will flow through the tongue and teeth, and the fragrance will linger secretly. Then it pours into the throat, and the spiciness suddenly rises; it flows into the esophagus, rushing endlessly, and finally dissolves into the stomach wall, making the heart and spleen warm.
After one sip, you will feel like you are among the clouds and mist, feeling like a fairy, looking at all kinds of things in the world, transcending the long river of time. If there is such beauty that has never been heard in the world, even the immortals banished to heaven will be intoxicated.
Ye Ling couldn't help but drink one cup at a time, but he didn't want to get drunk even if he banished an immortal, let alone an ordinary person.
So, he immediately fell drunk and didn't wake up until a night later.
When he woke up, he saw Bai Wuyu sitting aside and said angrily: "Elder brother, you bought good wine and didn't tell me!"
Ye Ling smiled slightly when he heard this, took another spiritual stone, handed it to him and said, "Go and ask Uncle Zhang for another jar. This time we will drink together!"
Bai Wuyu went out happily, and soon came back with a wine jar, followed by Wu Qing and Jiang Fan.
"Okay!" Jiang Fan said with a smile: "You two are drinking, but you don't call us, you are not enough brothers!"
Ye Lingyi smiled and said: "Since everyone is here, let's have a drink!"
Wu Qing brought the bowl, put it on the table and said, "Uncle Zhang said that this wine is very drunk, so it is appropriate for the four of us to drink from it."
Bai Wuyu poured the wine and said, "The four of us were drinking and we didn't call the old drunkard. Isn't it a bit unkind?"
The old drunkard naturally pointed out that the drunken immortal bush laughed.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan waved his hand and said: "He drinks a jar of Immortal Drunk every day, and he doesn't have to spend money. Let's not share it with him. Come on, let's drink a bowl first!"
"Come!"
After finishing a bowl, Ye Ling asked: "I've been recovering in the house these past few days, but I don't know what's going on outside?"
Wu Qingdao: "In the past few days, many children from sects and aristocratic families have arrived one after another. They seem to have profound cultivation and a good background!"
Jiang Fan said: "I heard from Uncle Zhang that among these people, there are some from Yuxuan Palace, Taiyi Dao Sect, Xixian Sect... It seems that there are also people from Wentian Sect, don't you go and take a look? "
Ye Ling and the three of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Except for the elusive and unfathomable Xu Lone Chen in the Wentian Sect, the others were more enemies than friends.
However, it was another gathering of heroes, and Ye Ling became interested and said to Bai Wuyu: "Come with me outside this house tomorrow to see what a magnificent scene it is!"
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The next morning, Zhang Jibei got up early and asked the guys to clean the courtyard. He even asked Jiang Fan to bring Cong Zhongxiao, get him drunk and throw it into Ye Ling's room to prevent him from running around randomly later.
Ye Ling could not move half of his body at will, so Bai Wuyu bought a four-wheeled vehicle from outside, put it on the vehicle, pushed it out of the room, and watched from the veranda.
Not long after, a figure stepped in from the door, wearing a red robe, with a majestic appearance and full of anger.
Ye Ling recognized it, it was Gu Tianyang, the young master of the Gu family who had a conflict with him in Qinglin City.
As soon as Gu Tianyang arrived, Zhang Jibei immediately greeted him and led him to a private room on the third floor to rest for a while.
After a while, two more Confucian scholars stepped forward, with graceful demeanor and extraordinary temperament.
Ye Ling had also met these two people. They were Sun Daoxian and Yan Guxing from Jixia Academy. They had met each other in the Demon Saint Tomb outside Qinglin City.
The two went to a room on the fifth floor side by side.
Not long after, another young and handsome monk came through the door, but it was the Nianxin monk from the Six Paths Buddhist Hall.
As soon as Nianxin arrived, a sarcastic voice came from upstairs: "Nianxin, you have six impure roots and are greedy for the world of mortals. Could it be that you also love the beauty of the country and come here to find spring?"
The monk Nianxin smiled and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! The young monk invited me as a friend. When he came here to hear the unparalleled good news, his ears were dirty with dirty words first, but he met a villain!"
"You bastard!"
"Hahaha," a Taoist priest walked out of a room on the fourth floor and said with a smile: "Master Nianxin was invited by me, how dare you ridicule me? Master Nianxin, don't pay attention to these rats, please go upstairs. A narration!"
Monk Nianxin flew upstairs and followed the Taoist priest into the room.
"This monk is too violent, he looks like a disciple of Monk Huiming!"
Cong Zhongxiao walked out of the room at some point and sat on the ground next to Ye Ling.
Bai Wuyu exclaimed: "Old drunkard, aren't you drunk?"
"You want to get me drunk with just these few jars of wine?" Cong Zhongxiao curled his lips and said, "I am a wine connoisseur!"
"I'm not ashamed, how can I call myself a god?"
"Hahaha," Cong Zhong said with a smile: "Which of these boys here think of themselves as mortals? Saying they are immortal is an immortal, but pretending to be an immortal is not an immortal. Being an immortal is not an immortal, but there are immortals even if there are no immortals!"
Bai Wuyu shook his head and said: "Drunk words are all drunk words. It seems that the drunk still hasn't woken up!"
While he was talking, another man in black came to the door. He had long flowing hair, handsome appearance, and a shocking appearance.
Zhang Jibei hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Young Master Ye, it turns out you are here!"
The man nodded and asked, "I'm busy with work. How are you preparing for it?"
"Everything is ready, just waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive!"
