Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The old storyteller looked a little dazed looking at this tall building and luxuriously decorated inn. After a while, he finally spoke and said: "Girl, are you stupid? With this decoration, this facade, this location, including food and accommodation, you only get twenty or thirty taels of silver a night! Let's go back The small hotel last night was enough for one night

Come on! It’s not easy to make money nowadays! "

Yuan Xiaolou refused, rolled his eyes, and said, "No, let's stay here tonight! I never want to stay in that dirty and damp black hotel with Ye... and my husband! Then I would rather sleep in the wilderness!"

The old storyteller was overjoyed and said, "Then let's sleep in the wilderness!"

Yuan Xiaolou ignored him and dragged Ye Xiaochuan into Fukelai Inn.

I'm not stupid. I know that the food here is delicious, and I don't want to eat bad bread anymore!

The old storyteller jumped at the door and cursed: "A bunch of prodigal things! I made some money, but you three guys ruined it all!"

To support a granddaughter who loves to live in a luxurious imperial suite, and two incomparable and voracious eaters, the old storyteller feels that the pressure on himself is really great.

While counting the money in his wallet, he muttered: "Bankrupt! Bankrupt! I'm really going bankrupt this time! I will never go to the city in the future! I haven't earned enough to spend!"

Walking into the lobby of the inn, he chose an empty seat and sat down. Yuan Xiaolou recruited the waiter in the lobby, opened two rooms, and then started ordering.

Rice Tong doesn't like eating meat, so he first orders fifty large steamed buns and a large bowl of rice porridge.

I ordered something to nourish the body for Ye Xiaochuan, and ordered two jars of Huadiao for Grandpa.

This made the old storyteller feel better. At least this prodigal girl could still think of her grandfather while she was prodigal, so she had to pay for tonight's money.

After sitting down, while waiting for the waiter to serve the food, Ye Xiaochuan discovered that the old storyteller was not chattering, but was peeking into a corner of the lobby from time to time.

Ye Xiaochuan was a little strange. He turned around and saw a dozen young men in the corner, seemingly teasing the two girls who were dining.

This made Ye Xiaochuan very disgusted.

He had seen a lot of this kind of thing along the way. Even in some suburban mountain villages, you can often see young men dressed in luxurious clothes or above bullying women.

Although the world was victorious in several wars last year, more than 20 million soldiers were lost.

The comeback of the Heavenly Realm has become a foregone conclusion. These young men with hands, feet and strong bodies just don't want to join the army and go to the front line. They still bully women in the rear, which is simply worse than animals.

Although Ye Xiaochuan used to eat tofu from the fairies around him, he is a person with a bottom line.

He would never bully someone, let alone reach out to a married woman.

Compared with these dudes who are not enterprising and still want to have fun during the national crisis, Ye Xiaochuan feels that he is a noble person.

If Ye Xiaochuan saw this situation in the past, he would definitely draw a sword to help when there was injustice, and the least he could do would be to break the legs of these dudes.

Now, he seemed a little numb.

There are scum everywhere, and one or two people alone cannot control them. These scum must be fundamentally eradicated.

This is a big project, related to education.

Moral education must start from childhood and does not happen overnight.

Just as Ye Xiaochuan was about to look back, he caught a glimpse of the two women surrounded by the dandies in the middle.

After just one glance, Ye Xiaochuan was stunned.

He was sure he saw it right.

It’s plum leaves and phantoms.

Li Ziye turned a very delicate teacup in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

Her dead eyes seemed to have some emotion.

But it was more of a joke.

She was not looking at these dandies, but at Ye Xiaochuan and others.

To be precise, he was looking at the old storyteller and the bamboo pole and curtain leaning against him.

When Prince Zhao's hand touched Li Ziye's hand, Li Ziye smiled: "Are my hands warm? How do they feel?" Prince Zhao was overjoyed to see this beautiful woman so seductive. He nodded repeatedly and said: " I have seen countless girls, but I have never seen a girl with such a stunning appearance. Let’s have a drink and a meal first, and in the evening I will take you to experience a different life!

"

The dandies around him were laughing and nodding.

Li Ziye suddenly sighed and said, "I think so too, but you touched my hand, and among the men who touched my hand, only the Evil God is still alive, so you just die."

Prince Zhao and others were stunned, thinking that Li Ziye was joking.

But the next moment, these people suddenly began to suffocate as if their necks were being strangled by ropes.

They grabbed their necks with both hands, and after just a moment, their faces turned purple, their veins stood up, their eyes were sudden, and they were so painful that they couldn't scream even if they wanted to, and they fell to the ground one after another.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen or four dandies all fell to the ground, as if they had strangled themselves to death. The death was miserable.

The diners who were eating in the hall screamed and ran away when they saw that people had died, and the dead ones were the most notorious noble scum in the city.

Yuan Xiaolou also recognized Li Ziye and Phantom. Her expression changed rapidly and she whispered: "Grandpa, let's leave quickly."

The old storyteller smiled bitterly and said, "It's too late."

Sure enough, Li Ziye stood up and walked in front of them.

He glanced at the old storyteller and the bamboo curtain, and then looked at Yuan Xiaolou, who looked pale.

Said: "Miss Xiaolou, I haven't seen you for a year. You have changed a lot. Do you still remember me?"

Yuan Xiaolou immediately shook his head and said: "You have recognized the wrong person. I don't know you. I am not a Xiaolou girl either."

Li Ziye casually carried the rice pail aside and sat on the bench.

He said lightly: "A person's appearance can be greatly changed in many ways, but the breath can never be changed. On the Samsara Peak that day, you blocked the blow of the Purple Sun Divine Dagger for your brother, and was killed by Hua Wu. It's impossible for Hua Wuyou to save you. But after seeing this old man, I think it's not Hua Wuyou who saves you, but this old man. Among them, only this old man understands the magic of resurrection

technique. "

Li Ziye's words made Yuan Xiaolou's pretty face change suddenly.

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was also filled with turmoil.

Yuan Xiaolou was still quibbling, saying: "I, it's not... you recognized the wrong person."

Li Ziye frowned and said, "You still don't admit it? Phantom, come here and see if this big panda is the one at the ancestral hall behind Samsara Peak."

Phantom walked over and recognized Rice Tong immediately.

She said in surprise: "Are you Zhenyuan Xiaolou?"

Yuan Xiaolou lowered her head, feeling very scared. It was not that he was in danger, but that Ye Xiaochuan's identity would be discovered by Li Ziye.