There are four tea stalls, one in the east and three in the west. They are not big, but the only one in the east is few.

Murong Chen led a few people to sit in the tea stall in the east. The dazzling and mysterious appearance of the two women immediately attracted several gazes.

The four of them sat down, Xiang Wujian looked at him and signaled Murong Chen not to make a sound, and then ordered a pot of Taiping Monkey Kui.

Murong Chen also understood that the people who drink tea in the east are all practitioners who walk in the world, so it is no wonder that there are so many fewer people than in the west.

When the tea was served, Bai Yunsheng poured tea for the four of them and handed it to Mu Xiaomin a cup, making the beauty in the beautiful lady's hat flash.

Bai Yunsheng took a sip of the tea and suddenly felt that the tea was fragrant but tasteless.

There are six tables in the store, full of four. The practitioners on the table on the left have the highest strength, but they are only in the late stage of the small camp.

Bai Yunsheng put down his glass and said without hesitation: "Although tea is good, it is not as good as wine."

Xiang Wujian took a sip of tea and said without hesitation: "Jiangzhou City is located in southern Xinjiang, and there are indeed a lot of good wine."

Bai Yunsheng continued, "Brother, tell me."

Xiang Wujian said without changing his face: "There is Qiulu in the north and Tusu in the south. As far as I know, the Tusu wine in Jiangzhou is as famous as the Qiulu in Mozhou."

Murong Chen glanced at Bai Yunsheng and said angrily: "A practitioner is actually greedy for things from the world, and is vulgar!"

In this world, I'm afraid only Miss Murong can "curse" Bai Yunsheng so calmly and casually.

Bai Yunsheng said bluntly: "I am happy. If you have the ability, let's practice!"

Murong Chen twisted his head and said, "Hmph, I don't drink this kind of thing!"

As soon as the second cup of tea was eaten, four or five more people walked into the tea shop. When they saw these people coming in, the other three tea guests got up at the same time, checked out and left.

In just a short tea room, there were only two tables of people left in the shop.

Murong Chen's eyes tightened, and Bai Yunsheng had already sent a message to the three of them: "It's the people from the Banana Cave."

Xiang Wujian immediately said, "Don't worry, we all changed our makeup, they can't recognize it."

Murong Chen's heart was already in his throat.

Since the Battle of Wuyun Mountain, the names and appearances of them have spread throughout the world. Even though they have passed for many years, the news of searching for them in the world is still rampant.

Bai Yunsheng was born in search of the five Dzi beads, and once he showed his strength, he would probably lose the opportunity to drink tea like this forever with his current strength.

He was not worried that his formless magical power would be discovered, but he was quite alert in his words: "The man with a white scabbard is very strong."

Murong Chen endured it again and again, but still tried to glance at the table behind the right with his only remaining light.

The five people ordered three pots of tea, and the tea had just been brought up.

Xiang Wujian also discovered the old man Bai Yunsheng said and said in a voice: "The rules of the sects in the Lihuo Continent are very strict. Only the masters in the camp can be equipped with white clothes. This person should be at the level of the Sima family's elders."

After Bai Yunsheng finished drinking the third cup of tea, the Houkui tea in the pot also appeared on the water. He warned: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go."

After saying that, he pulled Mu Xiaomin up and walked out of the tea stall.

Xiang Wujian left half a piece of gold and stood up and left. Murong Chen had no desire to be thirsty and followed Xiang Wujian's footsteps.

Just as the few people walked out of the hut, Bai Yunsheng's orderly steps suddenly paused without a trace.

He clearly felt a murderous aura flashing through his back, exactly the same as when he was facing the Gongshu Crazy.

night.

The nights in Jiangzhou are as warm as its climate, and the four squares and six cities are filled with fireworks.

In Rugui Inn in the south of the city, Mu Xiaomin held the drunk Murong Chen and finally put her on the bed. In the next room, Bai Yunsheng was also drunk and unconscious.

Xiang Wujian looked helplessly at the drunkard lying on the bed sleeping heavily, shook his head and left the room.

If we lose our karma, no one in the world can drink thirty kilograms of wine without getting drunk. These two "enemy" said they fight for wine, and they fought for 40 kilograms of Tusu wine overnight.

Mid-time.

The windows of Room 1, Tianzi, Rugui Inn, Yuhui Street, are still open.

The moon is as cool as water.

There are still many idle people returning home on the street.

Room No. 1 in Tianzi is Xiang Wujian's room, but there was no one in the room at this time.

The moonlight shone into the house, reflecting the white frost all over the ground, like Tusu wine filled in a wooden barrel.

There was still a rustling feeling of wine in the evening breeze blowing from the street market, but Bai Yunsheng was very sober at this moment - he was standing on the roof of a building opposite Rugui Inn, staring at the quiet, empty room No. 1 of Tianzi.

A few moments.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, the white clouds swept eastward along a gust of wind.

Half a moment ago, Xiang Wujian went in that direction.

Baiyunsheng is obviously faster.

The east of Jiangzhou City is the fief of the official in the Yingguang Kingdom, and all the residences of the ministers and princes of other surnames under the royal family are here.

It was late at night, but most of the official residences were still brightly lit, and you could hear the beauty of singing and dancing in the wind, and smell the fragrance of wine and food.

Among these buildings with rows of heights and heights, there are two largest and the courtyard walls.

One is located on the south side of the East City, the mansion of Ximen An, the left prime minister of the dynasty. At this moment, the mansion is as bright as daytime, singing and dancing, and the dinner in the mansion is at its climax.

The other one is three streets away from it, and is in the north of the East City, but it is pitch black and quietly shines in half the moonlight.

The rich door of this mansion was closed, and a thick layer of gray was covered with gold nails as big as a bowl. A golden plaque hung on the head of the door, with four large purple gold characters burned with: Xiaoyao Palace.

Bai Yunsheng is now in front of the palace.

Xiang Wujian had already stood here for three cups of tea.

He is waiting for the white cloud to be born.

The east and west Yulin Street in front of the door was clean, but there was no one there, and there was no sound.

Xiang Wujian looked at the mansion gate and said without looking back: "You are indeed not drunk."

Bai Yunsheng walked forward and said, "Brother, are you really from Jiangzhou?"

Xiang Wujian shook his head gently and said, "No, it's the first time I'm standing here like you."

Bai Yunsheng said: "The name of Xiaoyao King is below one person in the Firefly Kingdom, and above ten thousand people, it is the only prince of the foreign surname who was attacked. How could the eldest brother and his family fall into the wilderness of the northwest?"

Xiang Wujian said: "Eight hundred years ago, all these things you said were correct; eight hundred years later, I did come from Qianshan."

Bai Yunsheng took a breath of cold air and said, "It seems that there was a big change at that time."

Xiang Wujian sighed and said, "Everything has passed. It's been eight hundred years. I am the only Xiang family member who has returned to my hometown."

Bai Yunsheng murmured: "Hometown... I guess my elder brother has a lot to say to it."

Xiang Wujian turned around, looked at Bai Yunsheng, and smiled and said, "You are exactly the same as Senior Bai, and there are successors to Jiu Qiandou's name."

Bai Yunsheng also turned around—smart people never need to talk too much. He had heard the other party’s words of seeing off guests, waved his hand, and said, “I can’t drink that old man.”

Xiang Wujian just heard the three words "Old and Immortal", and Bai Yunsheng had disappeared on Yulin Street.

He stared at the lights in the distance for a long time. Less than fifteen miles west of this place, it was the bright palace.

The moonlight is seductive.
Chapter completed!