Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 105
The sudden sound made Jiang Gan look outside the door of the elegant room.

I saw a beautiful woman with snow-like skin, bright eyes and white teeth, pushing the door open and entering.

Seeing this, Xuan Fei said with an unhappy face: "Shopkeeper He, your Zuixian Tower is getting more and more unruly!"

The woman quickly explained: "Master Fei, I'm sorry, the little girl heard that the chief elder brother of the Taixuan Dao Palace is here, so I came here to invite the two of you to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion on the 36th floor."

"To show respect, from today onwards, when Brother Jiang comes to Zuixianlou, all consumption will be free, and you can book at Zuixianlou at any time."

"Atmospheric, shopkeeper He is atmospheric!"

Xuan Fei couldn't help giving a thumbs up when he heard the words, and he was even more amazed in his heart.

Zuixian Pavilion is the signboard of Zuixianlou, and it is also the only private room in Zuixianlou that provides third-grade spiritual food. It only entertains the masters and powerful people, and it is the VIP room among the VIP rooms.

A third-grade spiritual meal is worth at least [-] low-grade spiritual stones, and it needs to be reserved in advance.

And a table of spiritual food, plus a jug of top-grade spirit wine, is worth millions of low-grade spirit stones.

With Xuan Fei's salary, even if he doesn't eat or drink, he has to save a hundred years to go to Zuixian Pavilion once.

Even with the addition of all kinds of gray income, a meal at Zuixian Pavilion is equivalent to ten years of work for nothing, which is enough to make him feel a lot of pain.

But the Shenyuan Pojing Pill that Jiang Gan bestowed on him was extremely precious among the fourth-grade spirit pills. The market price of 300 million low-grade spirit stones is still priceless.

In order to repay his kindness and not let Jiang Gan underestimate him, he gritted his teeth and prepared to go to Zuixian Pavilion to have a big meal.

If it weren't for him being the deacon placed outside the Taixuan Dao Palace in Nanjun, representing the face of the Taixuan Dao Palace, he wouldn't even be eligible to book the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

When he usually went to Zuixian Pavilion to eat, he would order a table of seventh-grade spiritual meals, add a pot of seventh-grade spiritual wine, and spend hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones.

This is also the reason why Xuan Fei came to Zuixian Tower and the steward took him directly to the private room.

Without him, Shukeer!

A meal at Drunken Immortal Pavilion, which consumes at least one million low-grade spirit stones, is free if you say it’s free, or it’s free forever, how grand it is!

At this moment, Xuan Fei deeply realized his own poverty.

"Shopkeeper He is polite, open the door to do business, there is no reason to exempt the order! Besides, your father and mentor Qingwei are best friends, and I can't take advantage of Zuixianlou."

Jiang Gan refused with a smile, his tone extremely firm.After a pause, he continued, "If I go to Zuixian Pavilion, wouldn't it be difficult for Shopkeeper He!"

"After all, the Xijiang Sword Sect is a land tiger in Nanjun. The head of the school, Pan Yingjun, has a lot of friends. There are two masters in one school, and his strength is not weak."

"Although Zuixianlou is not afraid, but doing business pays attention to harmony and wealth. We can't let shopkeeper He offend the Xijiang Sword Sect, so as not to affect the business of Zuixianlou!"

"Otherwise, when I return to the Taixuan Taoist Palace, it will be difficult to explain to my mentor!"

Shopkeeper He heard the firmness in Jiang Gan's words, took a deep look at him, and said softly: "In this case, the little girl will not disturb Brother Jiang's meal."

When shopkeeper He left, Xuan Fei asked with a puzzled face: "That's the permanent free order of Zuixian Pavilion, don't you feel tempted, big brother?"

"Free is the most expensive!"

Jiang Gan said meaningfully, this is the experience he has learned from his previous life, especially Mou Duoduo's mastery of this trick.

Of course, the reason why Jiang Gan refused so simply was because he had a group of royal chefs under his command, and did he want to eat any spiritual food.

Xuan Fei didn't know this, but nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, a sound of a gavel resounded, and a sound resounded like a great bell resounding through Zuixianlou, directly into the soul, and it was deafening.

"Last time I preached that Xuanyuan Jingcheng studied for [-] years and endured all kinds of humiliation. As soon as he stepped into the sky, he started to shake Kunlun."

"On that day, Weishan was snowed heavily, and the ground was sanctified immediately. Thousands of thunders were like a prison in the sky, and the thunders illuminated the sky and the earth. I begged my ancestors to die, and swept away the filth and filth of the family!"

"It's really Mo Dao's scholar who has no guts, dare to let the world sink into the sea!"

Just a few words, as if to bring everyone to the Weishan Daxueping.

A weak Confucian scholar, who has endured humiliation for decades, rose up on a dragon, and was crowned with thunder, inviting his ancestors to die.

Even if Jiang Gan knew the plot of "In the Snow" like the back of his hand, his blood was still boiling with excitement, let alone other people!

In terms of practice theory, "In the Snow" can only be regarded as the middle or lower among the nine novels edited by Jiang Ganmo.

But in terms of the wonderfulness of the story, "In the Snow" can be ranked in the top three, and can compete with "Shading the Sky" for the top spot!
The iron man is gentle with Xu Xiao, Wu Su is crowned with a sword in white, and Li Chungang opens the gate of heaven with his sword.

Cao Changqing, the Confucian saint in Qingyi, Xianzhi, the second king in the world, Deng Tai'a, the sword god of peach blossoms, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who is astoundingly talented, has no secrets on his toes...

Each of the wonderful and gorgeous characters deduces one after another wonderful stories, in which the romance of the rivers and lakes is full.

The storybook is wonderful, but there are few storytellers in the world who can make people feel like they are on the scene.

The storyteller of Zuixianlou is definitely a leader in the storytelling industry. Whether it is the control of the storyline or the emotional changes of the characters, they are just right.

Even compared with You Zhuxia, he is not inferior at all, even worse.

Jiang Gan's spiritual thoughts glanced into the hall through the private room.

In the center of the Zuixian Tower, 33 wooden tables are neatly stacked together, forming a nine-foot-high platform.

A middle-aged literati in elegant white clothes sat on a high platform, his face was like a crown jade, his eyes were like bright stars, and two strands of white hair hung down on each forehead, adding a third of masculine charm.

This middle-aged scribe was handsome, but what really attracted Jiang Gan's attention was his cultivation level.

In Jiang Gan's perception, the spirit of this middle-aged scribe is very strong, comparable to the ghost fairyland of the third rank of the fairyland, and the mana fluctuations around him are only the seventh rank of the fairyland of the yin god.

A little bit of golden light flashed in the depths of Jiang Gan's eyes, and a broken, dark, and dead space emerged in his vision.

The sky is not the sky, the earth is not the earth, even the darkness is broken into pieces, and between the cracks, pieces of nothingness are exposed.

Here, there is no Tao and reason intertwined with true meaning, no vitality that blends inner and outer heaven and earth, only decay and ineffable nothingness in the cracks of darkness.

"The Purple Mansion is shattered, and the Dao foundation is damaged. This middle-aged man used to be a real person of the third rank of the Immortal Dao Ghost Wonderland!"

Under the insight of the Fa-breaking eyes, Jiang Gan saw the details of the middle-aged scribe at a glance, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

Although there are not many real people in the third-rank ghost fairyland of the immortal way, there are also many, but there are very few storytellers in the third-rank realm.

For a novelist, an excellent storyteller represents endless faith and willpower.

This is especially true when the storybook novel is good enough, and it can have the effect of one plus one far greater than two.

While Jiang Gan was thinking, the middle-aged scribe took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued:
"If Xuanyuan Jingcheng is the seed of Confucianism and Taoism that has been rare for hundreds of years, then Lu Dongxuan, a Sanren of Taoism, is the strongest person in the Spring and Autumn Millennium."

"Whether it is the way of swords or the way of heaven, it is the best in the world. Riding a crane to Wudang will create the Wudang Taoism."

"I have loved the red clothes for 800 years, and have passed through the gate of heaven without entering, setting the general trend of Xuanwu's prosperity for 500 years."

"Because he once dreamed of wearing a red dress, he believed that this was the person he was looking for all his life. He didn't want to ascend, but just wanted to wait for the reincarnation of that red dress in the world."

"He has practiced Taoism for 700 years in the third life, and finally waited for that red dress. Jiangnan is good, the red dress is the best!"

"In the second life, he is Qi Xuan frame, the head teacher of Longhu Mountain, the Dao Jia of the [-]th in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the most powerful person in the world."

"Just because I couldn't wait for the red dress, I gave up my extraordinary cultivation and reincarnated decisively."

"In the third life, he is Hong Xixiang, Wudang Junior Martial Uncle. If he is not number one in the world, he cannot go down the mountain. What he cultivates is the supreme way of heaven."

"Riding a bull to study for twenty years, once enlightened, soaring and riding a crane, once stepping into a land fairy, riding a crane to the south of the Yangtze River."

"Waiting for 700 years, but waiting for the beautiful woman to die soon. Then I took the beautiful woman to the territory of the subjugated countries in the Spring and Autumn Period, one sword after another, and only a few pillars of luck remained."

"One sword opens the gate of heaven, and said in a loud voice: Lu Dongxuan, a Sanren in the poor way 500 years ago, Qixuan frame in Longhu Mountain 50 years ago, and now Hongxixiang in Wudang, has cultivated 700 years of merit!"

"Poverty swears, willing to practice for the righteous way of heaven and earth for another 300 years! Just ask the world to open a line, let Xu Zhihu soar!"

"On this day, Xu Zhihu rode a crane and flew into the gate of heaven, Hong Xixiang was reincarnated, and we will meet again in the sky 300 years later!"

Everyone was shocked, they never thought that Lu Zu, who is invincible in the world, would be the world's most infatuated person.

Not to become a fairy, but to find that red dress in the world of mortals. This wait is 700 years, which makes people have to admire!

After the silence, the entire Drunken Immortal Building exploded in an instant, and all the guests talked about it.

"Lu Zu is really a role model for my generation, I would like to call Lu Zu the strongest lover!"

"Lu Zu is certainly respectable, but Xu Fengnian is my role model. A man should open up the harem, even if he walks away against the wall!"

"Women are just a burden. How unwise is it for Lu Zu to give up becoming a fairy for a woman!"

……

Hearing the heated discussions among the crowd, and feeling the power of faith and willingness flowing like a river in the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, the corners of Jiang Gan's mouth could not help but twitch.

He looked at the middle-aged scribe with more intimacy and anticipation.

I really don't know what kind of surprise this middle-aged scribe can bring him?
If God does not take it, he will be blamed instead. Such a good tool person, if he doesn't train him well, he will be sorry for this encounter.

Jiang Gan checked his net worth. Except for the Qianyuan Palace Lantern and the Nine Treasures of Tianlongfudi, he has nothing of his own.

All the treasures obtained before were integrated into the Heavenly Dragon Paradise and became part of the Paradise.

After thinking for a while, he picked off a leaf from the flat peach tree. The green leaves were as crystal clear as jade, exuding a faint vitality.

Although this vitality is weak, it is extremely pure. Just smelling it, it gives people a feeling of refreshment.

If it is swallowed, it can heal the wound if it is injured, and increase the life without injury, which has infinite magical effects.

The only disadvantage is that there is a primordial demon seed hidden deep in the leaves, once it is swallowed, it will turn into a cauldron for Jiang Gan's cultivation.

Jiang Gan flipped his hands, and the leaves of the flat peach tree appeared in his palm, playing with them wantonly.

"Sir, you are a great talent. The script of "In the Snow" is wonderful and soul-stirring. I appreciate it!"

When the words fell, Jiang Gan flicked his fingers, and only heard a swoosh, the leaf pierced through the void, turned into a green streamer, shot straight at the middle-aged scribe on the high platform, and landed on the desk in front of the scribe.

The middle-aged scholar saw the extraordinaryness of the flat peach leaves at a glance, and quickly put them into his sleeves.

With the leaves in hand, a faint breath of vitality hits, and the originally broken Zifu faintly recovers.

The middle-aged scribe trembled in his heart, suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed his hands in the direction of Jiang Gan, and said loudly:
"Thank you for your reward, Shi Feixuan hereby thank you!"

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feixuan saluted all around again, thanked the many guests, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Gan and Jiang Gan were full of wine and food at this time, and they listened to another episode of storytelling. Satisfied, the two slowly left Zuixianlou and returned to Taixuanbao Pavilion.

At the same time, deep in the basement of Zuixian Tower, in a very secret hall, jade pillars are used as pillars, and glazed lamps are used as lamps.

The surrounding walls and ground seem to be all paved with purple jade, which looks rich and majestic, with a compelling air.

The hall is very spacious, and in the very center of the hall, a huge transparent amethyst coffin lies horizontally.

It can be seen that lying in the amethyst coffin is an extremely beautiful and alluring woman, with a pure temperament, extraordinary and refined, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, like a goddess who does not eat fireworks in the world.

She has a perfect body and is full of charm and charm, but people dare not think about it, for fear of desecrating her holiness.

The only fly in the ointment is that her face is extremely pale, without a trace of blood, like an ancient goddess who has been cursed.

Even though she was lying in the coffin, the woman was still extraordinary, her whole body was permeated with a layer of immortal aura, with an invisible sense of momentum and vicissitudes.

Even on this woman, there is an ancient feeling of years, as if this person has existed for endless years.

The years have left a breath on her body, and there is a kind of weight and vicissitudes of time, which adds a bit of mystery to her.

In addition, there is a sense of "extreme way" and "transcendence" in women, who are independent from the world and ageless.

This woman is not a pure human being. Although she looks exactly like a human being, there is a white lotus mark on the center of the woman's eyebrows.

This white lotus imprint is extremely miraculous, just by looking at it, it will make people feel admiration and worship, and unconsciously contribute a little bit of faith and vows.

Strands of milky white and crimson faith power gathered towards the amethyst coffin and submerged in the white lotus imprint. This is faith power.

The rhythmic heartbeat sounded from the woman's chest, as if she was about to wake up at any time.

At this time, a gentle as water, with a pure heart and a beautiful heart, a stunning beauty who is so glamorous kneels devoutly in front of the amethyst coffin, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times respectfully.

This peerless beauty is none other than He Hongyao, the treasurer of Zuixianlou.

The identity of the woman in this coffin is even more frightening, she is one of the extreme gods pardoned by God Zhou Wenwang, the Antarctic White Lotus Holy Mother.

During the Shenzhou period, the Virgin of the White Lotus guarded the 24 states of Nanman, shepherded hundreds of billions of souls, harvested countless beliefs, and her power was immeasurable!

However, Shenzhou collapsed, and under the backlash of luck, the Holy Mother of the White Lotus was seriously injured, and was severely injured by the Taoist ancestor, so she had to slowly recover through deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)