He Has a Dragon

When he was still in Forty-Nine City in the secular world, Wang Le heard from Li Mubai that Li Bai was also a strong martial artist, but his life was short.

Now in this pilgrimage city, Wang Le once again saw the famous poems left by Li Bai. He was not surprised at all. At most, he was murmuring in his heart.

After all, Lao Tzu, Li Dan, Confucius, and even the First Emperor Ying Zheng, all of whom are well-known in the secular world and whose names go down in history, are all martial arts hegemons who have won the pinnacle of divine battles. It would not be a big deal to add another poet, Li Bai.

Getting back to the topic, Wang Le stopped looking at the screen and said to the young man: "There is nothing to see, take me to find a good seat!"

The young man nodded in agreement, and then led Wang Le around the screen to the hall.

There were only five or six tables placed in the two-hundred-square-meter hall, which was brightly lit and as bright as day. It seemed a bit empty.

At this time, two tables in the hall were already occupied by guests, who were talking softly, drinking water and wine, and laughing from time to time. There was no shouting, noisy and unrestrained scene like Wang Le thought.

This inevitably made Wang Le mutter in his heart: "The quality of the guests who dare to enter this Shangpinju is quite high!"

Because Wang Le was dressed in an unusually low-key manner and looked very ordinary, the guests in the hall just raised their heads and glanced at him, then continued the unfinished conversation with his tablemates.

The young man's footsteps did not stop in the hall, but led Wang Le across the hall to the stairs leading to the second floor, and then climbed up the stairs.

Along the winding wooden stairs, Wang Le quickly reached the second floor under the guidance of the young man.

When the young man opened the door curtain at the stairway, Wang Le felt a rush of hot air blowing against his face, as if he was in a different world from the cold season outside.

Then bursts of melodious sound of string and bamboo string playing and singing reached both sides of my ears.

"Senior, please come in." The young waiter who opened the curtain said respectfully to Wang Le.

Wang Le, with an indifferent face, nodded and then walked into the hall on the second floor.

I saw that the entire hall on the second floor was also about 200 square meters. Except for a table placed next to the four windows, there was no more table.

In addition, in the middle of the hall, there are two slender women wearing similar Hanfu gauze playing silk and bamboo orchestra, making the atmosphere of the whole hall very comfortable.

At this time, only one of the four tables facing the window in the entire hall was empty, and the young waiter naturally let Wang Le sit there.

During this process, Wang Le clearly felt that the guests at the other three tables were looking at him.

If it was just like this, Wang Le wouldn't care. The key was that he was keenly aware of the inexplicable vigilance in the eyes of these guests looking at him.

"I'm going to stop here, I feel a little bad!" Wang Le couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered silently in his heart.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le, who had just walked to the empty table by the window, looked at the young waiter Nan and asked, "Is there any room here?"

The young waiter was stunned at first, then quickly replied with an embarrassed look on his face: "I'm so sorry, senior. If all the boxes were not full today, I wouldn't have let you sit here."

"Uh!" Wang Le twitched the corner of his mouth and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He thought to himself: "Why don't this largest inn and restaurant in the pilgrimage city see a few guests? It turns out they are all staying in the private rooms."

As for how many private rooms there are in this Shangpinju? Where is the box? This is not what Wang Le needs to care about, not to mention that he is not interested either.

If you are interested in this superior residence, you can use the Dharma Eye to see through it before Wang Le enters the door.

At this time, a respectful young waiter asked Wang Le: "Senior, if you are not in a hurry, I can arrange for you to go to the accommodation to rest for a while, and then invite you to come and have a meal when there is a private room."

After a pause, the young man did not forget to add: "Of course we can also deliver the meals to your residence."

"Uh!" A hint of helplessness flashed across Wang Le's face, and he waved his hand and said, "No need to go to such trouble, I'll just eat here!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Le sat down on the empty chair in front of the table, then looked up at the waiter who was about to leave to prepare the meal, and asked: "What good wine do you have in Shangpinju? Give me a bottle. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the young waiter immediately replied with a respectful smile: "Of course you have to drink the specially brewed Jianxian drunk when you come to dine at our superior residence."

"It is precisely because of this Sword Immortal Drunk that most of the martial arts experts who have come to the Holy City recently like you will come to our high-grade residence to dine, just to taste the Sword Immortal Drunk."

"Oh? What's the origin of this drunk swordsman?" Wang Le asked the young man with interest, while speculating in his heart with surprise: "According to this man's opinion, the martial arts master who recently came to the Holy City There are so many! Is it possible that the alliance army will pass by here on its way back, thus attracting the attention of many forces? For example, those hidden cults hiding in the dark."

Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He dared to go around and around on his own, but in the end he was still going the same way as the alliance army!

You must know that the Alliance army is being watched by the Zoroastrian Cult and Huayin Pavilion, and there may be another conflict at any time.

Moreover, Wang Le firmly believed that in addition to Huayinge and Zoroastrian Cult, the two hidden sects that had surfaced, there must be many hidden sects staring at the alliance army, but they were not known for the time being.

It is precisely because of these unclear danger factors that Wang Le will try his best to avoid places that the alliance army may pass through when planning their route.

"Oh, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Now we can only take it one step at a time and try to deal with it at the drop of a hat."

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, the young man replied with a smile and explained: "Sword Immortal Drunk, as the name suggests, of course it can make the Sword Immortal drunk."

"And this swordsman is none other than Li Bai, the author of the famous poem you just saw on the screen in the lobby on the first floor."

Having said this, the young man continued with a proud face: "It was during that time that Li Jianxian drank our Shangpinju Jianxian drunkenly and wrote this famous poem."

"Uh!" Mr. Wang couldn't help but complained in his heart, speechless: "It's such an old-fashioned story."

At the same time, Wang Le thought that Li Bai lived more than a thousand years ago, and couldn't help but secretly marvel at the history of this superior residence.

But it was nothing more than secretly stunned, because Wang Le was now filled with thoughts about his own safety.

Before the young man could continue talking, Wang Le waved his hand and said: "Then bring me a pot of Sword Immortal Drunk, and your specialties, please serve them as soon as possible!"