The most famous restaurant in the east gate of Liangcheng, popular with monks from all walks of life, and the restaurant that is overcrowded every day, is the Dou Shen Tower.
The reason why this Dou Shen Tower is called Dou Shen Tower is because when the Sword Emperor was young, he often drank here, and every time he walked in and came out lying down.
In short, as long as the Sword Emperor stepped into the Chunxiang Tower, he would never walk out once. As time passed, the Chunxiang Tower was renamed the Fighting God Tower.
There are three floors in Doushen Tower. Anyone can enter the first and second floors, while the third floor is specially prepared for those with outstanding strength and reputation.
Any unknown person, no matter how many Spiritual Source Stones you have, even if you take out the Holy Source Stone or the Divine Source Stone, you still can't step up to the third floor of the pavilion.
It is said that at that time, the third floor pavilion of Dou Shen Tower only accommodated the Sword Emperor. Now, in order to encourage the younger generations, it is open to all outstanding monks.
Ziyang stood outside Doushen Tower, looking up at the green tiles and flying roofs of the pavilion, and the tangy aroma of vegetables mixed with the smell of wine blew towards him.
"Scent of jasmine?! That's wrong." Ziyang was awakened by the sudden scent of jasmine. Looking along the scent, his face changed with surprise, and he immediately shuddered.
Although there were some changes on Jia Juesheng's face, they were fleeting and there was no sign of shock.
Xiaohai, who was not sure of the situation, shook Ziyang's wrist to calm him down.
The person standing in front of Zi Yang was none other than the woman in red who scratched his cheek outside the ruined temple, and the scent of jasmine was emanating from her body.
She still covered her face with a veil, and the red makeup at the corners of her eyes was much lighter than the last time they met in the ruined temple. A scimitar of about ten inches hung on her waist.
Zi Yang remembered clearly that he was injured by that scimitar last time. Now that he saw it, the wound that had healed long ago started to hurt again.
"Your facial injury is recovering well." The woman in red's veil fluttered, her delicate palms placed on the scabbard, and her beautiful eyes stared at him closely.
Possibly out of fear of the woman in red, Zi Yang first covered his face with his hands and stepped backwards until he stepped on Jia Juesheng's instep.
Jia Juesheng instinctively stretched out his hands and pushed him away. Ziyang instantly rushed forward, in the direction of the woman in red. However, the woman in red did not expect that he would dare to pounce. For a moment, she was careless and was pounced by him. Fall to the ground.
Zi Yang put his hands on the ground and tried to keep his body balanced, because at this moment a scimitar was pressed against his abdomen. If he dared to pounce, the scimitar would definitely pierce his body.
The woman in red raised her eyelashes slightly and stared at him unblinkingly.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Hai immediately took Zi Yang's arm and helped him up.
"I didn't mean it..." Ziyang lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
The woman in red waved her arm, and the scimitar came with strong wind. Zi Yang closed his eyes tightly and his face twitched slightly.
Suddenly, a scent of jasmine flowers drifted past the tip of his nose. Ziyang gritted his teeth tightly, ready to be stabbed in the face.
The woman in red turned her wrist and just slapped his face with the blade, but did not scratch his cheek with the blade. After that, she turned around and entered the Fighting God Tower.
Zi Yang took a deep breath, "This woman is not easy to mess with. Fortunately, I didn't make her angry, otherwise my face would be in trouble again."
Seeing his kindness, Jia Juesheng patted him on the shoulder a few times to express comfort.
"Why are you pushing me for no reason?! I almost became her dead soul just now, do you know!" Zi Yang stared at him, his words full of resentment.
Jia Juesheng looked aggrieved and said, "What does this have to do with me? I don't want to push you. It was you who stepped on my toes. I pushed you away out of self-protection."
Ziyang retorted: "Won't you remind me that you have to push me away with force? If it weren't for my strong skills just now, the scimitar in her hand would have stabbed me long ago."
"It was clear that you didn't dare to fight back just now, but now you're relying on me. What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with her?" Jia Juesheng was scolded in public and also He didn't care about Ziyang's face and directly pointed out his weakness.
"I...I..." Zi Yang opened his mouth slightly, thought for a long time, and then said in a low voice, "I don't have the same experience as her."
There were suddenly more monks outside the door of the God of Fighting Tower. Some had swords on their waists and some were wearing array-patterned cloaks. They all walked into the God of Fighting Tower.
After Zi Yang saw the formation cloak, in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he changed the subject and asked, "Why are their formation cloaks different from yours?"
He remembered clearly that Jia Juesheng's previous formation cloak had a diagonal line running through nine dots, but the formation cloaks worn by the formation masters in front of him only had two or three dots. Only a very small number of formation masters had Diagonal lines pass through the dots.
Jia Juesheng straightened his clothes and said quite proudly: "The dots represent the formation master's formation attainments, and the slashes indicate that the formation master's formation accomplishments still have room for improvement."
"There are nine dots on your array pattern cloak, and there is also a diagonal line running through it. According to what you just said, what is your array pattern attainment? Level nine? Or higher?" Ziyang clapped his fingers, naturally. road.
"Hahaha! Isn't this person a lunatic?" A monk pointed at Ziyang with one hand and covered his mouth with one hand while laughing.
"He doesn't even have an array pattern cloak. How dare you say that his array pattern attainment has reached the ninth level and can be improved upwards?" A monk with a long sword at his waist pointed at Ziyang and Jia Juesheng and spoke. It's full of ridicule.
"I'm afraid you can only encounter formation masters who have reached the ninth level of formation masters in the formation state, where top formation masters gather." A monk said.
"I would rather believe that the Sword Emperor is alive than believe that there is a top formation master in Liang City."
"I didn't lie, he was indeed..." As soon as Ziyang was halfway through his words, Jia Juesheng immediately covered his mouth and dragged him into the Fighting God Tower.
After Ziyang broke free, he said: "What are you pulling me for? What I said is all the truth."
"If people don't believe it, it's useless no matter how much you say. Instead, you will be ridiculed by others." Jia Juesheng glanced at the crowded first floor and walked along the steps to the second floor.
Ziyang and Xiaohai looked at each other and followed closely behind him.
Jia Juesheng finally found a vacant seat on the second floor, but the woman in red was sitting next to him. He looked at Zi Yang with some confusion, but the latter simply ignored her and sat calmly. Down.
"What would you like, sir?" A shop assistant wearing a brown striped round hat came over. He took off the white rag from his shoulder and asked with a smile while wiping the table vigorously.
Ziyang Caiyang said arrogantly: "Let me have a plate of dried fish first, and then give me all the hard dishes you have here."
The store clerk didn't react for a moment. He looked at the clothes of Ziyang and the other three, and they didn't look like rich people. He hesitated for a moment.
Seeing the indifferent look of the shop clerk, Zi Yang asked, "What? Why don't you have any small fish?"
"No, no, I'll be objective later." The store clerk put the rag on his shoulder and turned to leave.
After the shop assistant walked away, Jia Juesheng leaned into Ziyang's ear and whispered: "I have told you a long time ago, this place is different from small towns and villages, we really don't have many spiritual source stones in our hands. Got it!"
"Why didn't you..." Zi Yang glanced at the monks who were dining around him, tried his best to lower his voice, and said: "Why didn't you tell me about such an important thing earlier? How many spiritual source stones do you still have in your hand? ?”
Jia Juesheng said truthfully: "There are only two hundred spiritual source stones left."
"Why are you worried about two hundred spiritual source stones?" Upon hearing that there were still two hundred spiritual source stones, Ziyang felt much more at ease.
In the past, they stayed at a township hotel, and a meal cost about forty or fifty spiritual source stones. Although the Doushen Tower was famous, it was not five or six times more expensive than a township hotel.
Of course, this is just Ziyang's own idea.
Jia Juesheng reminded: "Don't forget. This is the hometown of the Sword Emperor, and this Fighting God Tower is the best restaurant in Liangcheng."
Xiaohai raised his face and stared at the two of them, saying, "Brother Ziyang, what are you whispering about?"
"Okay, it's okay." Ziyang looked at Xiaohai and smiled: "Xiaohai, you have been with me for so long, it's time to go home, otherwise your parents will worry about you."
"I don't want to go home. They kicked me out. They won't worry about me." Xiaohai leaned against the wall with a stern face, as if he was sulking because Ziyang persuaded him to go home.
"I just said casually, if you don't want to go home, don't go home. In short, I won't drive you away." Zi Yang rubbed his little head, his eyes full of adoration.
Xiao Hai stared at him and said seriously: "Okay, you can't mention going home again, otherwise you will drive me away."
"Okay! If you don't mention it, don't mention it." Zi Yang nodded and agreed.
"Come on! Sir, this is the dried fish you ordered." The waiter brought a plate of dried fish and placed it on the table.
After that, the store clerk brought out the restaurant's hard dishes one after another.
Ziyang and Xiaohai ate with gusto and were not worried that Jia Juesheng would not have enough Spiritual Origin Stones in his hand, but Jia Juesheng knew that the few Spiritual Origin Stones in his hand were not enough.
Plop! boom! boom!
An old man with gray hair, dirty clothes, and a tanned face. He dragged a pair of straw sandals under his feet and exposed his dusty toes.
The old man held a pot of wine in his hand and staggered from the first floor to the second floor. His eyes swept across the monks on the second floor, and he was stunned for a moment.
Then, he lay on his back and drank a sip of wine. He hit his arm on the wall and walked towards the third floor of Doushen Building with three steps and one stumble. He shouted happily: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The monks who often come to Dou Shen Tower are already used to this scene and do not find anything strange, because the old man is the boss of Dou Shen Tower, named Shan Ya.
It is hard to imagine that the owner of Doushen Tower, who is making a lot of money every day, is dressed like a beggar on the roadside. Those who don't know better mistakenly think that he is a beggar who has barged in.
