"I want a soda."
Yang Ruijun said quickly.
With her tutor, she can only order soda.
As for Shu Guan, he glanced at the wine cabinet behind the bar and said casually:
"Whiskey, single malt, no ice."
He doesn't know what brands of whiskey there are in the world, otherwise he would just order them.
"Give him a Macafidi."
At this time, a slightly hoarse voice, yet full of feminine charm, sounded from the other end of the bar.
It was a woman wearing a purple cheongsam.
Very few women would wear or dare to wear purple clothes. It is not a question of whether a woman's appearance is beautiful or not, but that this color is too picky for a woman's figure, experience, temperament and charm.
But the woman across the bar took care of her purple cheongsam.
Her appearance may not be said to be exquisite, at least it is absolutely incomparable to Yang Ruijun at this moment. Her lips are slightly thicker, her eyes are slightly raised, and her cheekbones are slightly higher, but All the facial features are combined together, but they are extremely cold and sexy, with a kind of careless temptation that makes people confused.
Fascinating but not vulgar, gorgeous but not seductive.
Perhaps this is the best way to describe this woman.
As for age...for such a woman, what does age mean to her?
At this time, the woman was shaking the whiskey glass in her hand, staring at the golden liquid in the glass, and not looking towards Shu Guan.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no one else on the bar at this time, it would be impossible to be sure who she was talking about just now.
Shu glanced at the woman sitting opposite him, and then smiled at the female bartender who was also extremely beautiful, but if she stood next to the purple cheongsam woman, she suddenly looked much greener:
"Then have a Macafidi."
…
The golden liquor collides with the frosted patterned wall of the whiskey glass, and the gurgling sound carries a beautiful rhythm, showing the professional pouring technique of the female bartender.
After the wine filled about one-fifth of the glass, the female bartender stopped.
Then Shu Guan picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, as if he was showing off in a bar in his previous life.
It is rich and rich, yet round and soft, with a mixed aroma of dried fruits, spices and plants that lingers on the taste buds for a long time.
This feeling is very similar to the feeling given by the woman opposite.
Shu Guan raised his empty wine glass toward the bar and said with an admiring smile:
"This is the best whiskey I've ever had."
Shu Guan said this sincerely.
Because in the last life, the whiskey he drank was the kind of whiskey in the bar that was difficult to tell whether it was genuine or fake. It cost less than a thousand yuan and came with six bottles of green tea.
No matter how expensive it is, he can't afford it.
So the glass of wine just now was indeed the best glass of whiskey Shu Guan had ever drunk.
But when Shu Guan thanked the woman across from him again, the woman also raised her head and poured the golden wine in the cup into her red lips.
Then, after she put the wine glass on the bar, she stood up leisurely, turned around and walked out of the circular arch, without even looking at Shu Guan the whole time.
The woman's back, her waist is as thin as a willow, and her round part is like the full moon in the sky.
It gives people a sense of distance, just like the moon in the sky.
Shu Guan looked back with some embarrassment.
This is a female practitioner whose depth he cannot judge.
The beautiful female bartender at the bar suddenly giggled.
"She is Sister Jasmine. Every time there is a party, she comes here to have a few drinks."
"It's just a few drinks and then I'll leave."
Shu Guan groaned, smiled at the female bartender and said:
"Give me another drink."
When a new cup of Macafidi was placed in front of Shu Guan, Shu Guan did not choose to drink it all this time, but took a shallow sip, and then politely said to Cai Shijiang, Yang Ruijun's classmate:
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You are Ruijun's friend. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Cai Shijiang said cheerfully.
"Can I ask who organized this secret order?"
"Actually, I don't know very well. This is my fourth time attending this party, and the host of each party is different."
"As for the president of the Secret Order, he seems to be a very mysterious figure. No one among the members I know knows his identity."
Cai Shijiang scratched his hair and said.
It seems that he is somewhat ignorant of this secret order.
At this moment, the beautiful female bartender who had just helped Shu Guan pour the wine spoke.
"The members of our secret order can actually be divided into two types."
"The first type is the top fifteen members with membership numbers. These members are the original members of the Secret Order. Perhaps only they know how this Secret Order came to be. And every time the organization hosts a gathering, basically It is also the responsibility of these fifteen members in turn.”
"Only these fifteen original members are qualified to issue membership badges to new members."
When she said this, the beautiful female bartender paused, then smiled sweetly and said:
"Just like Sister Jasmine just now, she is one of the fifteen members, but it seems that she has never organized a party."
"In addition, the captain of the Bei Ming is also one of the fifteen members, and his membership number is fifteen."
"As for the second type, they are other members whose membership numbers are after fifteen."
"These members are nothing more than senior and junior."
"As for who the president of our secret order is, perhaps only the top fifteen members know it."
"There are also some members, like me, who are willing to take on certain responsibilities at the party. We will be given generous rewards in the party. If we are lucky, we can be given guidance on spiritual practice by the top fifteen members. "
The beautiful female bartender gave a general introduction to the secret order.
At this moment, on the other side of the dance floor, a practitioner wearing a pig head mask who was dancing with a stunning beauty let go of the female partner's jade hands, then stood in the center of the dance floor, clapped his palms, and the pig head mask There was a burst of hearty laughter.
"Today's trade fair will be held in ten minutes. Friends who are interested can come to Room 7 upstairs."
His voice was not very loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the hall clearly.
After saying that, the man with the pig head mask walked up the stairs to the second floor.
"That's Mr. No. 7."
Inside the bar, the beautiful female bartender introduced Shu Guan:
"He is also one of the few people among the top fifteen members who has never shown his true face. The host of today's trading meeting is Mr. No. 7."
Shu Guan stared at the pig-headed masked man walking up to the second floor.
That was a practitioner in the Nascent Soul Realm.
I just don’t know if the top fifteen members of the Secret Order are ranked according to their strength. Otherwise, the Secret Order would have at least seven Nascent Soul Realm powerful men.
Then it is really a force of cultivators with terrifying strength.
"Don't you want to go to the fair?"
At this time, the female bartender asked.
Shu Guan laughed and stood up, drinking the wine in one gulp.
"Of course I want to participate."
Then he motioned Yang Ruijun to go to the second floor with him, but Cai Shijiang also followed.
In the hall, there were practitioners in twos and threes who had also begun to walk towards the stairs.
However, some practitioners still dance and play cards. These people should be here purely for leisure.
Perhaps only here can they experience some of the fun of ordinary people.
Shu Guan and others went up to the second floor and found that there were more than a dozen rooms on the second floor. The door of each room had a bronze plate with a number engraved on it. However, at this time, only the door of the room with the number 7 bronze plate was open.
Shu Guan and the others walked into the room. The spacious room was decorated with a very unique style. The whole room showed an orange tone. On the surrounding walls, there were many animal skeleton specimens hanging, some of which were eye-catching. It's easy to tell what kind of animals they are at a glance, and some are incredibly weird.
The lamps, chairs, etc. inside were all shaped like animal bones, and Mr. No. 7, who was wearing a pig-head mask, was sitting on a chair in the center of the house.
The chair seemed to be really carved from the bones of some kind of animal. Above the head of No. 7's head, there were three huge skulls, some of which looked like the heads of dogs and wolves, with eight sticks sticking out from the side. A thick arm bone.
Mr. No. 7 sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his hands on the thick bone armrests, giving people a domineering and mysterious feeling.
The practitioners who came to participate in the trade fair walked into this room one after another and each found a place to sit down.
Shu Guan, Yang Ruijun, and Cai Shijiang randomly picked a few seats near the door and sat down.
After sitting down, Shu Guan realized that the chair he was sitting on seemed to be a strange fish skeleton. He reached out and knocked on the back of the chair and found that the chair should be made of wood. He was relieved a little.
I don’t know why Mr. No. 7 likes animal bones so much.
"In the trade fair here, if the two parties finally conclude a deal, do I need to give a commission to the secret cult here?"
Then Shu Guan asked Cai Shijiang softly.
"No, everyone here trades at will, and the Secret Order will not guarantee the safety of your transactions. But sometimes if you can't judge the value of the other party's items, the host will help you identify them, and then provide you with a price for reference. , which is also free of charge.”
...Then the secret order itself has no benefits?
Is it really a charity organization?
Shu Guan was a little surprised.
"So how are the transactions here settled?"
"It's just silver dollars. Of course, if both parties agree, bartering is also common."
These are no different from the transactions between ordinary practitioners.
Shu Guan thought so.
Then after waiting for another five minutes or so, when no one came in, Mr. No. 7 waved his hand casually.
"As you all know, I don't like to talk nonsense, so you can start on your own."
"If you don't understand something, you can bring it over and show it to me."
After such a simple opening remarks, tonight's trade fair kicked off.
From time to time, someone stood up and declared that they had something, or wanted to buy something, or wanted help for something.
Everything is not much different from other ordinary practitioners' trade fairs.
Of course, the number and types of items traded were naturally much richer than the trade fair in Yinle City that Shuguan had participated in before, and the quality was also much higher.
Shu Guan even saw someone taking out magic weapons to trade.
You must know that a branch sect of the Seven Immortals Alliance like Shanjiguan, which has been passed down for fourteen thousand years, only has four magic weapons.
A big city is indeed a big city!
This is the difference between first-line and second-line.
After observing for a while, Shu Guan waited for an opportunity and stood up.
He came here today not only to see what kind of organization this secret order is, but also to do some transactions.
After all, he now has no good thoughts behind him and has become a wild cultivator. Some things can only be obtained through such trade fairs seen by cultivators.
"I want to repair a magic weapon."
He smiled and said to all the practitioners in the room:
"It's a high-grade human-immortal magic weapon, a weapon. I wonder if anyone can help me."
When Shu Guan finished speaking, almost everyone's eyes in the room fell on him.
The emotions contained in those eyes were extremely complex, including shock, suspicion, and undisguised greed.
Even No. 7, sir, who had been sitting in the alien chair, seemed to have a bright look under the pig-head mask and turned around Shu Guan after Shu Guan finished speaking.
Then, Mr. No. 7, who had been silent since the start of the trade fair, said a few words.
"About ten days ago, someone died in our club."
"That is a very senior member. He has been attending the gatherings of our Esoteric Order for more than ten years. He comes almost every time. He is of the same level as the one who first met the fourth level building, but his real strength is already comparable to that of the eighth level building. Compared with the practitioners in the building."
"The badge issued to you by the Secret Order has a special connection with your soul. Of course, you can rest assured that it will never be able to monitor any of your actions. It will only be destroyed automatically after your death. "
"After the member numbered Trinity died, I calculated the cause of his death and found that he died because he coveted another member's magic weapon and wanted to kill someone for the treasure."
"As for who killed him, I can't figure it out. This shows that the person who killed him is extremely powerful."
"So I would like to advise you all here. Although the Secret Order will not interfere with any of your actions, you must be cautious in your actions. Whether you are revealing your own treasures or coveting other people's treasures, it is the same."
"You must know that a common man is not guilty of carrying a jade."
“Also know that people die for wealth and birds die for food.”
"Okay, I'm done, let's continue."
The room suddenly became a little quiet.
Only Shu Guan was still standing there.
He glanced at Mr. No. 7, and felt that there was some kindness in the eyes under the pig-headed mask.
And at this moment, a deep voice suddenly came to mind from a corner of the room.
"What is the magic weapon you want to cultivate?"
