Dong Xiao picked up the wine glass in front of him and smiled: "Boss Zhang, this is also the way to treat guests in Shangxian Realm. The reason why you are aristocratic. You are the true body of Shangxian Realm and the first guest in Shangxian Realm in recent hundreds of thousands of years. Naturally, everyone must first welcome you."

Zhang Xiaohan felt that if there was wind, she would have to be messed up in the wind. What kind of logic is this? As cultivators with unknown origin and obvious malicious intentions towards the Shangxian Realm, shouldn’t they be attacked by people? Why would they still be welcomed by the wind and dust?

"Boss Zhang is a guest from afar, so I'll toast Boss Zhang first." The head of the An family said with anger and holding the wine glass. Everyone in the hall also picked up the wine glass and agreed. Zhang Xiaohan looked at Dong Xiao's slightly joking expression, took a deep breath, and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

The head of the An family took a sip, and everyone in the hall, including Dong Xiao, was like this. Zhang Xiaohan felt uncomfortable as if there were caterpillars crawling over his body, and he also took a sip of wine.

The wine glass was put down, and the head of the An family seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness before. He introduced the food in front of him and was polite. While introducing the food, he also talked about the customs and customs of Shangxian Realm. There were other monks toasting in the middle. Although the atmosphere in the hall was still a little cold, it gradually became active.

Zhang Xiaohan couldn't swallow it, and he tasted like a wax. This is the so-called aristocratic demeanor? Because he came from afar, he would let go of possible hatred or treat others with danger first? Are these people still monks? Are monks so naive?

"It's just a sign of their etiquette. A formation was arranged outside the hall, first polite and then soldiers. Boss Zhang didn't need to worry. He would have to start a massacre after staying for a while. I wonder if Boss Zhang could still make a move after eating other people's food." Dong Xiao whispered beside Zhang Xiaohan.

Zhang Xiaohan wanted to shrugg, but suddenly stopped again, shook his head and said, "I wonder if they would treat Qianyao like this too - the nobles I know would not do this."

"How to do it?" Dong Xiao turned his head.

Zhang Xiaohan frowned slightly, what should I do? She knew that one of the etiquettes of aristocrats was to respect her opponents, of course, when the opponents were worthy of respect, and to maintain their demeanor, no matter at any time.

"Wars continue to occur among mortals, regimes are constantly overthrown, and the victors either imprison the losers or chop their heads. The real nobles will remain elegant when facing death." Zhang Xiaohan remembered the story of Queen Mary, the beautiful and elegant woman who was overthrown during the French Revolution, and when the lady climbed onto the guillotine, she apologized for stepping on the executioner's feet.

"But they will not eat with the enemy." This sentence comes from a novel. A revenge sailor spent more than ten years cultivating himself into a real nobleman. He could sit on the dining table of his enemies, but he would not even give a drop of water to his throat.

"But the regions are different, so the so-called etiquette is naturally different. I am not a nobleman. Eating people means being short-mouthed - don't you want me to kill me in a while?" Zhang Xiaohan said with a squint over Dong Xiao.

The two people have no spiritual sense to transmit their voices, and their voices are not high. If they have the intention, others can listen.

"I'm very sorry, it's not that I intentionally eavesdropped, but that I'm born with a sensitive hearing." A gentle voice suddenly inserted in, "The aristocratic etiquette mentioned by Boss Zhang just now is very novel."

"This is the eldest son of the Qing family. The Qing family is a family of medicine and the only family without a head. The children of the Qing family are very...democratic." Dong Xiao pondered for a while before choosing a suitable word.

Democracy? Dong Xiao actually understood the word democracy. Zhang Xiaohan sighed for a moment, and nodded politely to the eldest son of the Qing family, "Etiquette is naturally different for different social classes. I have not personally felt the aristocratic etiquette I mentioned. I am very far away from that kind of social distance, and I just read it from books."

As soon as Zhang Xiaohan spoke, the hall slowly calmed down. The eldest son of the Qing Dynasty showed a slightly yearning expression and said, "I apologized for stepping on the executioner's feet. I didn't even touch a drop of water from my enemy's house. Only those who are noble in their hearts will do it. Just hear it, I feel yearning. If I see it with my own eyes, I will be impressed."

"Boss Zhang is in a world where he is so well-educated. Boss Zhang must have followed the rules of that world." Someone next to him said, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhang Xiaohan's hands. At that time, Zhang Xiaohan was playing with the wine glass in his hand, and most of the spiritual wine in the glass had gone down.

Zhang Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and said, "No." She raised the wine glass in her hand higher, admired the blood-red juice in the cup, and then looked up at the monk and said, "As for the local customs, I am trying my best to adapt to the etiquette here, but to be sorry, I don't think I can adapt to it."

The monk showed embarrassment on his face, but he did not ask, but raised the cup higher, respecting Zhang Xiaohan from afar. Zhang Xiaohan cooperated to shake the cup forward and took a sip on his mouth.

"Can you ask why?" asked the eldest son of the Qing gentleman.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were all over, Zhang Xiaohan put down his wine glass first, and then said warmly: "Because I have adapted to the identity of a monk, after I became a monk, what I have accepted is that the strong are respected and I have always been committed to maintaining these words."

"The monks in the lower realm, the upper realm and even the lower fairy realm are like this. I wonder where Boss Zhang comes from? Can it be convenient to explain?" asked a monk.

"I have stayed in all three places." Zhang Xiaohan said casually, but he still carefully used the words.

"Boss Zhang is the so-called ascension monk?" The head of the Gu family suddenly said.

The momentary silence in the hall seemed to mean something, Zhang Xiaohan chuckled: "Ascending monk? It turns out that this term is also available in the Immortal Realm."

Zhang Xiaohan had no scruples. She was not the emperor's son of the Demon Realm, and her identity had nothing to hide. Even if these monks knew the identity of humans and gods, she didn't care. However, she still noticed the subtle expression on Dong Xiao's face.

"The three realms ascended, but there was no spiritual power on their body, and it also had a natural and friendly feeling. The hexagrams could not be predicted..." said the eldest son of Qing slowly.

Zhang Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, and Dong Xiao beside him laughed softly, "Boss Zhang, it's not these noble monks, but you, you were caught out in a few words."

Zhang Xiaohan's raised eyebrows froze, and then he casually said: "So what, I like to make people surrender clearly or die."
Chapter completed!