Super Sect System

I can only think of a way, find a topic, and eat slowly.

There is a feeling that it is best to chat for an afternoon.

When talking about martial arts, Shihua looked at him.

"He's the martial artist I'm looking for. How about it? Are you interested in introducing the juniors in my family to practice with me?"

"He?" The girl called Xiaoye pointed at Wen Ping, "He looks the same age as us, isn't it suitable to be a martial artist?"

A martial artist pays attention to experience and knowledge, so that he can better teach young people to practice.

But Wen Ping, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.

Shihua smiled and explained: "You really underestimated him, he is a monk of the seventh level of body training."

"I'm going to the bathroom."

There is no way, once we talk about this matter, we can only slip away. I can't refuse politely, and show it with actions. Is this clear enough?

But as soon as he went out, when he wandered to the stairs, he suddenly heard shouts from behind, and the voice was quite familiar.

Even among the two or three hundred people in Ji, his voice was particularly unique.

Wen Ping turned around, then looked up, and saw Yang Lele standing in the corridor on the third floor and waving at him.

"Sovereign, here."

There was another person standing beside Yang Lele, who looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a fine attire, with piercing eyes, extremely sharp when looking at people, but when he turned to Yang Lele, there was a hint of pampering on his face.

There is no need to think too much, and there is no need to dig out old memories from your mind. This middle-aged man must be Yang Zongxian, the current patriarch of the Yang family.

A leading figure in the silk and cloth business who almost monopolizes the entire industry.

However, Wen Ping just nodded to the two of them, and didn't think about going up to say hello, and didn't even think about going up to the third floor.

Wen Ping walked aside, patted Yun Liao leaning against the door, "Okay, isn't it just a meal?"

Yun Liao sighed, "50 gold a dish, but the supply is still in short supply."

"No matter how delicious a dish is, it is just a dish. After passing through your mouth, it becomes something in your stomach. Fortunately, on the one hand, the key is that the owner of Baifenglou knows how to do business and understands marketing. He made three dishes The rule of one soup, otherwise it would not be 50 gold for a dish, everyone wants it, even ordinary people are willing to spend all their money to taste a plate."

"But compared to you, it's worse!"

Yun Liao suddenly said something that stunned Wen Ping.

After thinking about it, Wen Ping couldn't help laughing, because Yun Liao held a grudge against the time limit he made.

Just as Wen Ping was thinking about where to go next, Yang Lele came down and bowed to the two of them.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun, my father said that he would like to meet the two of you. Please have a meal with me as a token of gratitude."

"What to eat, three dishes and one soup, if you can't eat enough, just stop eating." Yun Liao complained.

Yang Lele quickly said: "As long as Elder Yun is willing to reward you, you can eat whatever you want. The Baifeng Tower belongs to our family."

The restaurant of my disciple!

Yun Liao was very happy, nodded and quickly agreed.

If someone invites you to dinner, Wen Ping naturally has no reason not to go.

So, both of them followed the guide to a private room on the third floor.

Only after opening the door did Wen Ping know what the master's freedom is. There are five private rooms on the second floor of the Baifeng Building, but here, this side is just one room. There are floor stalls in the house, square tables, flower tables, antique racks, a dazzling array.

What makes Wen Ping feel most comfortable is the freedom, the feeling of being able to walk when you want to walk is not ordinary.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun!"

Yang Zongxian stood up, waved to the dancers who were dancing, and they walked out of the room beside Wen Ping.

Wen Ping nodded, returned the salute, and responded, "Patriarch Yang, I have long respected you."

Yun Liao didn't care about this, he really couldn't do it if he was asked to salute ordinary people as a 13th level body refiner.

But after all, it was the other party's treat, and he was the host, so Yun Liao nodded and responded rather perfunctorily.

"Long-awaited."

Yang Zongxian has been in business for decades, so he couldn't hear Yun Liao's tone, but he didn't show any emotion.

Instead, he praised, "Elder Yun really has a personality. He has already practiced 13 levels of physical training at a young age. He pointed directly at Tongxuan. His future achievements are limitless. Please sit down and order whatever you want. I will order someone to do it right away. "

Of course, he Yang Zongxian is not a person who does not get up early.

If the Immortal Sect was in the past, he would definitely persuade his son to withdraw, and he didn't want to have any contact with the Immortal Sect at all.

But it's different now, he can hear the extraordinaryness of the Immortal Sect from his son's few words. Especially after the betrayal of relatives, such a young cultivator of level 13 body refinement chose to join the Immortal Sect. Doesn't that explain something?

A thousand gold entry fee.

The 15-year-old's entry standard for the fifth stage of body training.

The combination of the three shows that Wen Ping probably took out the backhand left behind by his father, a backhand at the Tongxuan Realm, which should not be underestimated.

After feeling Yang Zongxian's enthusiasm, Yun Liao unceremoniously ordered seven or eight dishes, while Wen Ping was not as greedy as him, and only ordered six.

If there is anything in this world that is more hearty and ecstatic than when you break through in cultivation, it is eating something made by gluttony.

Food is the most important thing for the people, after this meal, Wen Ping estimated that after returning to the Zongmen, he would feel sick to his stomach when he saw Yun Liao's cooking.

Gradually, dusk came, and Tiangong seemed to be a different person, covering Cangwu City with dark clouds. The gloomy weather caused the heat of Baifeng Tower to cool down, and people left one after another full of food and drink.

Those who have been waiting outside the door, they lined up behind the long snake, waited until someone ran out and told them that Huai Kong had a rest.

During the period, Yang Zongxian picked up a jade bottle from the ancient shelf beside it. The bottle was as green as a newly sprouted branch and leaf. Then he opened the stopper in front of Wen Ping's eyes, and immediately the aroma wafted into his nostrils, making people intoxicated.

It's not that Wen Ping has never seen this kind of fine wine, no matter what he is, he is also the young master of the 2-star sect.

The last time I saw this kind of wine was when my father used it to entertain the city lord.

He poured two glasses, pushed one to Yun Liao, one to Wen Ping, and finally poured himself a glass. He deliberately made a full expression while drinking, and the feeling was similar to that of the people downstairs who were late for the first time. same expression.

To this, Wen Ping can only say one thing, this is a showman.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun, drink it, this is the wine Huai Kong brought."

Wen Ping was a little surprised again, quickly picked up the cup, took a sip, "It brought?"

Very icy.

Putting a cup into your mouth, half of your body seems to be in a world of ice and snow.

Of course, it's not about taking off your clothes and throwing you into the snow to freeze, but the feeling of suddenly stepping into the snow from the hot June.

Hearty, mellow wine,

When Li Bai encountered wine, he always wanted to write something, while Wen Ping, who was not a poet, wanted to admire something.

Like the wind.

the wind

wind carrying clouds away

you wait for me

Carry my dream, take my longing

...

"Continued Cup!"

"Patriarch Yang, a glass of this good wine is enough, it's incredible."

"Sect Master Wen is offended, isn't he? My son is now a member of the noble sect. We are all like a family. I still have a pot. You can take it away later."

I saw that some readers said that they hoped that the protagonist would practice for a while, and then use this point to create a sense of refreshment. Of course, this is no problem, but let the protagonist practice at the beginning, and then go to beat others. I guess many people are tired of watching it. While accepting disciples, I think it is better to use the contradictions inside to create the protagonist's feeling of stepping on others. I don't know how the effect will be. Please give me some favorites first. This kind of plot is coming soon. I don't know if you have noticed, but there is a foreshadowing, which is to pave the way for the main character to fight!