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Chapter 781

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"I want to renounce asceticism!"

Little Meng was filled with grief and indignation. The figure in white standing on the second floor was simply … too eye-catching!

"Eh? This young man … is extraordinary! There is such a person in the Western Region? "

Master Xuan Ci looked at the young man in white with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "This young man has perfected Nine Apertures and has begun to condense his Hidden Latch and polish his Interior. Once he achieves Oneness of Heaven and Men and perfects his Interior, he will be able to reach the Exterior. "

"There is such a young hero in the Western Region? His cultivation and strength are comparable to the first on the Ranking List of Young Masters, 'Shapeless Sword' He Jiu! "

Master Xuan Ci spoke highly of the young man in white.

"Comparable to the first on the Ranking List of Young Masters?"

Little Meng did not know how powerful the first on the Ranking List of Young Masters was. But … the terrifying Demoness of Grand Luo Gu Xiaosang was only fourth on the list.

In terms of ranking, Shapeless Sword He Jiu was definitely stronger than Demoness of Grand Luo Gu Xiaosang!

This "pretentious prick" in front of him was actually so powerful?

Not only was his image inferior, but his strength was also far inferior. Little Meng was depressed!

"Innkeeper, give me three rooms."

Little Meng turned his head away from the eye-catching figure and walked to the counter. He took out an ingot of silver and put it on the counter. Then he shouted at Qu Jiuniang behind the counter.

"Five taels of silver per night. That's not enough!"

Qu Jiuniang glanced at the ingot of silver on the counter and rolled her eyes. She did not even raise her head. She simply ignored him.

"Ten taels of silver is not enough? This is daylight robbery! What's more … your attitude is really bad! "

Little Meng was even more depressed!

But … he was not a blind person.

A young and beautiful woman opening a shop with the title "Immensity Sea's Number One" in a chaotic place like Quicksand Town was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

"Three of the best rooms!"

Little Meng took out another ingot of silver and thought to himself, "Brother, this is public money! I have plenty of money! "

"Only two rooms!"

The woman in the black dress flicked her sleeves quickly and the two ingots of silver disappeared in an instant.

"Two rooms … you took 20 taels of silver!"

Little Meng felt that it was necessary to remind her. No matter how much "public money" it was, it couldn't be taken advantage of like this! Do I look like a fat sheep?

"Based on the number of people, five taels per person! There are still five taels left … Aren't you going to eat dinner? "

The reason given by Qu Jiuniang was simply irrefutable.

"Then … give me two vegetarian chickens! Give me a plate of roasted mutton! "

The Shaolin monks of this world did not abstain from eating meat. They only abstained from things with strong smells like ginger, onions, and garlic.

"Not enough money! Five taels of silver could only eat steamed buns. If you want to eat chicken or roast lamb, you'll have to add another twenty taels! "

Qu Jiuniang replied indifferently. Her attitude … was still so bad.

"I …"

Xiao Meng was annoyed. Just as he was about to say, "I'm not eating anymore." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pretentious criminal on the second floor holding a glass of cold red wine.

"You're too pretentious! He's even drinking red wine! "

How could he be inferior to others in this aspect? Naturally, Little Meng could not accept it. After all, it was "public funds". How could they be suppressed by others?

He had no choice but to drink! But vegetarian chicken, roast lamb, and a pot of green tea. Although it was a little expensive, it was still a normal expense!

After taking out a few more taels of silver, Qu Jiuniang nodded and threw out two keys. "The food will be served later."

"The person upstairs … Who is he?"

After spending eighty taels of silver, Xiao Meng considered himself a big customer. Asking a little information from the boss was considered as a big customer's benefit.

"'Glacier Swordsman' Bai Ze."

Qu Jiuniang smiled faintly. "This information is free. If you want to know more, you'll have to pay! "

"How black-hearted!"

Xiao Meng had spent eighty taels of silver. Even if it was public funds, the treatment of a big customer was just to know the name of a big customer.

"The most expensive thing here is tea!"

Seeing that Xiao Meng had finished, Master Xuan Ci said, "In a place like Quicksand Town, there is no shortage of cattle and sheep. Mutton is cheap, but vegetarian chicken is more expensive. Tea, especially green tea, is even more expensive! This price is reasonable! "

"I understand!"

As a traveler, how could Xiao Meng not understand the principle of "rare things are expensive"? It was just that … When he saw others drinking red wine, he could not help but order a pot of green tea.

He walked up to the second floor. The dazzling figure in white was still standing there.

"Glacier Swordsman Bai Ze, what is his background?"

Seeing this figure, Xiao Meng frowned slightly. This was his first real journey in Jianghu. His master had given him a free hand to train him. Naturally, he had to consider many aspects.

"I hope it won't affect our trip."

It was normal for Jianghu people to draw their swords at the slightest disagreement. Xiao Meng walked up, secretly on the alert.

"Are you three Shaolin monks? Bai Ze greets the three masters. "

To Xiao Meng's surprise, this guy who looked as cold as ice was not as arrogant as he thought. Instead, he smiled and greeted the three masters.

"Amitabha!"

Xiao Meng and the other two masters put their palms together and saluted.

"Shaolin monks are very rare in the Western Regions!"

'Bai Ze' shook the crystal cup, the dark red wine rippling. "I heard that … the Crying Elder of the Crying Ridge has reappeared in Jianghu. I wonder if it has anything to do with you."

After saying this, Bai Ze smiled and nodded. He turned and returned to his room, ignoring Xiao Meng and the other two masters.

"Crying Elder? What's his background? "

Xiao Meng was baffled.

However, he realized that his master, Master Xuan Ci, had a gloomy expression when he heard the name 'Crying Elder'. There was a hint of coldness in his expression.

"Master, you …"

After returning to their room and sitting down, Xiao Meng looked at Master Xuan Ci with a puzzled expression and asked in a low voice.

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Ci chanted the name of Buddha and let out a long breath. His expression gradually returned to normal.

"I've been cultivating in seclusion for decades. After hearing this name, I still can't calm down!"

There was a hint of sorrow in his eyes. Xuan Ci sighed and said, "Crying Elder is your master's enemy!"

Xuan Ci recounted the whole story without sorrow or joy.

It turned out that before Xuan Ci became a monk, he was once a hero in Jianghu. He once killed an evil spirit in a chivalrous act. However, that evil spirit was unexpectedly the disciple of Crying Elder.

Then, a disaster befell him. Crying Elder wiped out Xuan Ci's entire sect overnight.

At that time, Crying Elder was a grandmaster of the Seventh Heaven of the Exterior. Before becoming a monk, Xuan Ci was no match for him at all. He had no hope of revenge.

Xuan Ci, who was despondent, accidentally met the Abbot of Shaolin, Kong Wen. He was converted by Kong Wen and became a disciple of Shaolin.

After decades of meditation, the hatred in Xuan Ci's heart had not faded.

"Crying Elder has reappeared in Jianghu. The hatred between us will never end. This time, we're entering Immensity Sea into Crying Elder's territory. You must be careful. Don't run around! "

Xuan Ci's expression was calm. However, the prayer beads in his hand seemed to spin faster.

There must be a battle!

At this moment, Xiao Meng's heart was somewhat heavy.

His master was at the peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Exterior. He was half a step into the grandmaster realm. Compared to Crying Elder, who was at the Seventh Heaven, his cultivation was still a little weaker.

'Master, you must win!'



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