Chapter 1676: Sir, please take a seat!

With a wave from the shopkeeper, the guys opened the boxes one after another.

Suddenly, the courtyard courtyard was illuminated with brilliant light, and the aura of vegetation filled the air, intoxicating Little Pomegranate!

Ye Ling looked at the hundreds of bundles of rare spiritual flowers and herbs in these cages and was equally moved by them.

"Master, please choose ten bundles of your choice!" the shopkeeper of Jubaofang said very politely.

For Ye Ling, the rare spiritual grass is not about the quantity, but about the type, because he has the Immortal Mansion Spiritual Field, and he can plant these into the best quality and grow a lot.

Ye Ling smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper, there are so many rare spiritual herbs with different medicinal properties. I have even never seen many of them. I plan to take them back and study their medicinal properties. Let's take some of each kind. How about making ten bundles in total?"

"Okay!" The shopkeeper readily agreed.

Xiao Pomegranate hurriedly helped the young master sort the medicinal materials, and the guys were also busy.

Under Ye Ling's guidance, hundreds of rare spiritual herbs were finally divided into ten bundles and put into storage bags by Ye Ling.

The shopkeeper warmly invited him: "I heard from Qiubao that the two of you have come all the way and stayed in Master Ge's Shendan Pavilion for a long time, so you must be a little tired. It is getting late now, and our shop has already set up shop in Qiushui Tower. We have a night banquet, specially for the young master to receive the wind and wash away the dust! In addition, our shop also has some elixirs handed down from ancient times, please appreciate the young master."

"Qiu Bao?" Little Pomegranate was startled, and then realized that Qiu Bao was the name given to the little fat cat by the boss Qiu Lao.

Ye Ling got a lot of rare spiritual herbs, and was secretly happy. He also heard that the shopkeeper wanted to send ancient elixir prescriptions, and he happily responded: "Since the shopkeeper is so enthusiastic, then it is better for Ye to be respectful than to obey!"

The two of them followed the shopkeeper to the Qiushui Tower of Jubaofang. It was a magnificent building with carved railings and painted buildings. As soon as they stepped into the door of the building, maids surrounded by beads and greenery on both sides bowed and saluted. Some were leading the way with lanterns, and some were standing with feather fans. .

When we got to the high-rise building, there were some dancers with gorgeous costumes and graceful figures dancing gracefully to welcome the distinguished guests.

Little Pomegranate stared at this scene with wide eyes. In the past, in the ice and snow cave in the Fox Hill Mountain in the Northern Wilderness, she always heard the Ice Fox Saint talk about how prosperous the mortal world is!

Now that she saw it with her own eyes, she was momentarily distracted and even pinched herself hard to make sure that this was not a dream.

Ye Ling said in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Little Pomegranate stared straight at the array of cups and plates on the table. The delicacies from the mountains and seas were fragrant, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's nothing! Wow, is such a sumptuous banquet prepared for us? We can't finish it. Can’t finish it!”

The shopkeeper of Jubaofang smiled brightly and said: "Sir, please take a seat!"

Only then did Little Pomegranate realize her gaffe, and hurriedly stood beside the young master. However, she found that the hospitality here was very attentive, with the maids holding the cups, and even squeezing shoulders and backs, so she had no way to get involved.

"Sit down too! You must have been sleeping and sleeping with me all the way. Are you starving?"

Ye Ling, a Taoist cultivator, has little nostalgia for these delicacies and the glitz of the world, but he knows that the little pomegranate is a foundation-building little demon fox, and his Taoism is still shallow. Plus, he is just starting out, so everything seems fresh to him.

It was very similar to when he stopped outside the tea house and restaurant in Maple Bridge Town, listening to the singing of silk and bamboo orchestras and the noise of changing cups.

It's just that now at the night banquet in the high-rise building, singing and dancing, the person in the seat was replaced by him.