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

There is a feeling that it would be best to chat all afternoon.

When talking about martial arts masters, Shihua looked at him.

"He is the martial artist I am looking for. How about it? Are you interested in introducing the younger members of your family to practice at my place?"

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

A martial artist should be experienced and knowledgeable, so that he can better teach young people how to practice.

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

Shihua smiled and explained: "You have really underestimated him. He is a seventh-level body refining monk."

"I'm going to the toilet."

I have no choice but to run away as soon as the matter comes up. I can't refuse politely. I have to show it with actions. Is this clear enough?

But as soon as I went out and wandered to the stairs, I suddenly heard a shout from behind me. The voice was very familiar.

Even among two to three hundred people, his voice is particularly unique.

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

"Sect Master, here."

There was another person standing next to Yang Lele. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in fine clothes, with piercing eyes. He looked at people very sharply, but when he turned to Yang Lele, there was a hint of doting on his face.

There is no need to think too much or to retrieve old memories from the 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 monopolized the entire industry.

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

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

Yun Liao sighed, "50 gold for a dish, but the supply still exceeds the demand."

"No matter how delicious the dish is, it is just a dish. After you eat it, it becomes something in the stomach. The good thing is that on the one hand, the key is that the boss of Baifenglou knows how to do business and understands marketing. He has made three dishes

There is a rule of one soup, otherwise it would not cost 50 gold for a dish. Everyone wants it, and even ordinary people are willing to spend all their money to have a plate."

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

Yun Liao suddenly said something that stunned Wen Ping.

After thinking about it carefully, Wen Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yun Liao had a grudge against the time limit he had set.

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

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun, my father said that he would like to meet you two and treat you to a meal to express his gratitude."

"What to eat? Three dishes and one soup. If you don't have enough, just stop eating." Yun Liao complained.

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

My disciple’s restaurant!

Yun Liao was quite happy, nodded and agreed quickly.

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

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

After opening the door, Wen Ping realized what the master's freedom was. There were five private rooms on all sides of the Baifeng Building, and on one side of the second floor. But here, this side was just a room. There were stalls, square tables, and several flowers in the room.

, Bogu shelf, dazzling array.

What made Wen Ping feel most comfortable was the freedom. The feeling of being able to move around whenever he wanted was extraordinary.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun!"

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

Wen Ping nodded, returned the salute, and responded: "Clan Chief Yang, I have admired you for a long time."

Yun Liao didn't care about this. If he was asked to be a 13th-level body-refining monk to salute an ordinary person, he really couldn't do it.

But after all, it was the other party's treat and he was the host. Yun Liao still nodded and responded in a rather perfunctory manner.

"Long time admiration."

Yang Zongxian had been doing business for decades, but he could not hear Yun Liao's tone, but he was not moved at all.

Instead, he praised him and said, "Elder Yun really has character. He has already reached the 13th level of physical training at a young age. He is directly aiming at enlightenment. His future achievements are limitless. Please sit down and order whatever you want to eat. I will order it immediately.

"

Of course, Yang Zongxian is not a person who gets up early without benefit.

If the Immortal Sect was in the past, he would definitely persuade his son to withdraw from it, not wanting to have any interaction with the Immortal Sect.

But it was different now. From his son's few words, he could tell that the Immortal Sect was extraordinary. Especially after everyone betrayed and separated from their relatives, such a young 13th-level body-refining monk chose to join the Immortal Sect. Doesn't that explain something?

Thousand gold entry fee.

The entry standard for the fifth level of physical training at the age of 15.

The combination of the three indicates that Wen Ping probably used the back-up moves left by his father. A Tongxuan-level back-up move should not be underestimated.

After sensing Yang Zongxian's enthusiasm, Yun Liao ordered seven or eight dishes without ceremony. Wen Ping didn't want to be as greedy as him, so he ordered six.

If there is anything in this world that makes people feel more invigorated and more ecstatic than when they achieve breakthroughs in cultivation, then eating gluttonous food is it.

Food is the most important thing for the people. After this meal, Wen Ping will probably feel nauseated when he sees Yun Liao's cooking after returning to the sect.

Gradually, dusk has arrived, and God seems to have changed into a different person, letting dark clouds cover Cangwu City. The gloomy weather makes the heat of Qiu Baifeng Tower begin to cool down, and one after another people leave after having enough food and drinks.

The people who had been waiting outside the door lined up behind the long snake and waited until someone came out and told them that Huai Kong was resting.

During this period, Yang Zongxian picked up a jade vase from the ancient shelf nearby. The vase was as green as freshly sprouted branches and leaves. Then he opened the stopper in front of Wen Ping. The aroma was immediately fragrant and intoxicating.

It's not like Wen Ping has never seen this kind of fine wine before. After all, he is the young sect leader of a 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 cups, one to Yun Liao and one to Wen Ping. Finally, he poured himself a cup and deliberately made a full expression while drinking. The feeling was just like the people downstairs who were late for Taotie's cooking for the first time.

The expression is the same.

In this regard, Wen Ping can only say that he is a drama queen.

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

Wen Ping was a little surprised again. He quickly picked up the cup and took a sip, "What did it bring?"

Very cool.

When you put a cup in your mouth, half of your body feels like you are in a world of ice and snow.

Of course, it doesn’t mean taking off your clothes and throwing them into the snow to freeze, but it does mean the feeling of suddenly stepping into the snow from a hot June day.

Hearty and refreshing, the wine tastes extremely mellow,

Li Bai always wanted to write something when he met wine. Wen Ping was not a poet, but he also wanted to praise something.

Such as wind.

Wind

The wind carrying the clouds away

Wait for me

Bring my dreams, bring my longings

…

"Continued Cup!"

"Clan Chief Yang, one glass of this good wine is enough, it's too much."

"Zongzong Wen is out of town, isn't he? My son is now a member of your sect, and we are now a family. I still have a pot here. You can take it away later."