Article 217

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"Oh." The young man glanced at her, "I want to stay in the hotel, but I'm not used to crowded people. Tell them, I'll make up for the lost money."

"But Xianjun..."

"I know you're in trouble, so I'll give you this, and I'll apologize for being on the table. If you really don't want to, then forget it." The young man threw a kit to the proprietress, and when he opened it, there was a pile of golden Nine Turns Guiyuan pill. This ball can greatly increase one's cultivation within ten days, and one on the market costs more than 2,000 gold.

No monk would refuse such a good thing, so asking someone to leave like this is always justified.

The proprietress went to give gifts one by one, the young man yawned, lowered his head and looked down at the group of servants with some distaste, and said, "They are all trash, why don't you ask me to come in person."

They glanced at each other on the left and right, and said repeatedly: "...Young Master is wise, and Young Master is mighty."

The people dispersed quickly, except for Chu Wanning and Mo Ran who didn't care about money and pills, everyone took their things and left the inn without complaint, and went to live in another house.

The proprietress said: "My lord, we are all gone, but two guests said that the night is already deep, and one of them is sick, and they don't want to find another place. You see..."

"Forget it, forget it, don't care about the sick child." The young man waved his hand happily, "Just don't bother me."

The sick child Chu Wanning: "..."

The proprietress immediately beamed with joy, and said enthusiastically, "Young master is really a kind person. It's getting late, should you take a break or have something to eat first?"

The young man said: "I'm hungry. If I don't rest, I want to eat."

"Master, if you want to eat, the small shop must serve you with the best dishes. Our chef is best at making crab meat lion head, crystal meat..."

"Lion's head to vent anger?" The young man was obviously not from the south, and he didn't like southern dishes. He was taken aback when he heard the name of the dish, then frowned and waved his hands, "No, I don't understand. What a mess."

Originally thought to be a son of a family, but now it seems that he may be a wealthy businessman.

The proprietress: "...whatever the young master wants to use, as long as the small shop knows how to do it, he can do it."

"It's easy to say." The young man pointed to his followers, "Cut five catties of beef for each of them, and separately give me ten catties of beef, one catty of shochu, two lamb legs, that's about it, it's too late Eat too much, pad your stomach a little."

Mo Ran: "Wow..."

Looking back, I wanted to laugh at the young man's bucket-like appetite with the master, but I saw Chu Wanning staring at the young man intently, and there seemed to be some unpredictable thin mist in his eyes.

Mo Ran subconsciously asked: "Master seems to know him?"

"Um."

He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect Chu Wanning to really know him, and he couldn't help but said in surprise: "What? Then, what is he?"

"The only son of the head of the Confucian style school." Chu Wanning said softly, "Nangongsi."

"..." Mo Ran thought, no wonder Chu Wanning knew him. After all, Chu Wanning was the guest minister of Linyi Confucianism School before, the son of the head, he must have seen it. It's no wonder that I don't know him. When I bloodbathed the Confucian school in my previous life, this Nangong Si had already died of illness.

At that time, he also said that the son of the head of the sect was a crooked and half-disabled man, but he didn't expect that when he saw him today, he turned out to be such an arrogant young man who was alive and well.

...How did you die of illness? Sudden illness?

Nangong Si had a great time eating downstairs. After a while, he ate two legs of lamb and ten catties of beef, and drank several bowls of wine. Mo Ran couldn't stop talking upstairs.

"Master, isn't Confucianism the most refined and elegant? What's wrong with this young master? It seems that we are less in tune than Xue Mengmeng."

Chu Wanning pushed back the head that he came over, and he still turned his face, looking at the scene below: "Don't give your fellows random nicknames."

Hehe laughed twice, Mo Ran was about to say something, but because Chu Wanning nodded his head with his fingertips, his sleeves were falling on his face like a cloud of smoke, and the fabric was light, like silk but not silk, like satin but not satin , feels warm and cool like water. I couldn't help thinking of something for a moment, and was stunned for a while.

Just now in the room, he went to tear Chu Wanning's clothes in a daze. He didn't pull them off for a long time. He thought it was Chu Wanning's tight clothes.

But looking closely at the material of the clothes at this moment, Mo Ran suddenly recognized that it was the "Ice Mist Silk" produced by Kunlun Snow Palace.

Kunlun Snow Palace is the most aloof sect among the immortals in the Upper Cultivation Realm. All its disciples, who started at the age of five, had to enter the Kunlun Holy Land for retreat and practice after one year. They could not leave until they produced their own spiritual core. Although the spirit core itself is self-contained, the practice is only to summon it. But this time is very long, often as long as ten to fifteen years, during which no unrelated people are allowed to enter. Therefore, food and clothing for the disciples became troublesome. The food was good, because the Kunlun Holy Land is adjacent to the Queen Mother Lake, and the disciples of Treading Snow Palace can enter the lake to fish for food every day, but they can’t weave their own clothes, can they?

Ever since, "Ice Mist Ling" came into being.

Clothes cut out of this kind of silk are not only as soft as smoke, but also have a dust-avoiding spell attached to them, so they won't be stained by dust, and they don't need to be washed unless they are splashed with blood or other stains.

But the most wonderful thing is that the "Ice Mist Silk" will change with the change of the master's body shape, which is indispensable for the disciples of the Snow Stepping Palace. They enter the forbidden area at the age of five, and it may not be until fifteen or twenty. Going out of customs, during this long period of time, from the child of Chuipiao to the youth of Yuli, the clothes woven by Bingwu Ling just fit him

They grew up together, eliminating the embarrassment of unfit clothes.

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