But after Lei Wujie walked out a few steps with great enthusiasm, he turned around and found that Xiao Se was still sitting lazily on the stool, drinking leisurely one cup after another.

"Why don't you leave?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se raised his eyebrows gently: "Have you paid the bill?"

Lei Wujie felt that his blood was poured with cold water. He took out the last bit of silver from his body, and walked back and placed it on the table: "Waiter, get... check out."

The waiter saw that he was so arrogant and handsome. He thought he was a rich young man, but he was so shabby when he took the money. After collecting the money, he walked away with a cold face.

"You can leave now." Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se helplessly.

Xiao Se drank another glass of wine and shook his head gently: "Don't leave."

"Why again!" Lei Wujie was angry, but Xiao Se glared at him and his arrogance immediately disappeared.

Xiao Se said slowly: "Go, yes. Dengtian Pavilion, don't break into it. You are a disciple of the Leimen. You don't need to break into the Dengtian Pavilion at all. Just take the famous thorn and swagger in."

"I don't have a name." Lei Wujie said softly.

"What?" Xiao Se was stunned.

"I don't have a name thorn." Lei Wujie's voice was as light as a mosquito's scream.

Xiao Se could hear it clearly this time, and he repeated the side with a bit of threat: "You don't have Mingla? You are a disciple of Leijiabao, you told me that you don't have Mingla? You don't have Mingla, what are you going to Xueyue City?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "Actually, this time, I came here by myself. I was not on the list of Leijiabao going to Xueyue City this year. Because, I am..."

"Because, you are... Lei Bo's disciple." Xiao Se frowned slightly.

Lei Wujie nodded: "Yes, I am Lei Hong's disciple. Master is an alien in Lei Family Fortress. No one talks to him except me. That day he gave me this package and told me to go to Xueyue City and meet someone. So I came."

Xiao Se frowned and tightened, but he still didn't continue to scold him.

"But don't worry, I will break through this Dengtian Pavilion." Lei Wujie looked confident, "I will definitely pay back the money I owe you."

"Which level does it need to go to to meet the person you are talking about?" Xiao Se asked.

"It's probably the 16th floor." Lei Wujie grinned.

"I probably guessed who the person you are going to meet is." Xiao Se stood up and walked out, "But with your current cultivation level, you can't break through."

Lei Wujie followed and patted the long package: "Actually, I still hid my hands all the way, and I have learned some truths in the past few months when I have tried the Arhat Fist every day."

The two of them walked forward slowly. During this period, they passed by a wine shop. Xiao Se suddenly stopped and sniffed his nose hard: "It smells so good." He looked up and saw the sign on it: Donggui.

"You just wait for me here." Lei Wujie patted Xiao Se on the shoulder, "I'll go to the Pavilion, and when I reach the 16th floor, I will see the person I want to meet, and I will come back to find you."

Xiao Se looked at him thoughtfully.

"Come back with 500 taels of silver to find you!" Lei Wujie hurriedly added.

Xiao Se sighed without saying anything. Lei Wujie had already walked forward with great strides. Xiao Se thought of that snowy night, and this young man also walked towards his Xueluo Villa in such a big stride, with a full of energy.

"How many levels do you think he can reach?" Suddenly a lazy voice came. Xiao Se turned his head and saw a man with a mustache standing beside him at some point. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a green gown, and his long hair was scattered, with a bit of depressedness, but there was a romantic atmosphere in his eyebrows. Standing with Xiao Se, who was also wearing a blue shirt, it looked like a pair of brothers who had been reunited after a long separation.

"The eleventh floor. I can probably pass the Elder Pavilion and the 16th floor, that's impossible to even think about." Xiao Se turned around and said.

The man with a mustache touched the beard and shook his head: "If you open the package, you can reach the twelve floor."

"Only one more layer?" Xiao Se raised his eyebrows.

"Ten layers up, each layer is a realm." The man smiled.

"You know so well?" Xiao Se asked.

"I have been opening a restaurant here for more than ten years." The man stood under the sign of "Donggui" with a little proud tone.

"Just just now, there was a waiter who said that he had been here for more than ten years, but he didn't seem to have much knowledge as much as you." Xiao Se said lightly.

"That's natural." The man pointed inside the house and sniffed his nose hard, "Because my wine smells better than his."

"What wine do you have?" Xiao Se asked.

"Shaoxing Huadiao Dukang wine, Lanling fine wine, Hongmao wine, Hongmao wine, lamb fine wine, Wujiao skin, daughter wine, bamboo leaf green, Huangjiu Henian Gong, apricot flower Fenjiu 'Tongsheng Jin'. Which kind of wine wants to drink?" The man felt that he had fainted from drunkenness just by saying these names.

"Since I've arrived in Xueyue City, I naturally want to drink the Fenghua Xueyue." Xiao Se didn't choose either.

"Flowers, snows and moon?" The man smiled, waved his hand gently, and a camellia in the hand of a flower-selling girl on the roadside fell into his hands, "I'll go brew now."

"It's just brewing now, is it a little late?" Xiao Se did not show surprise at his almost magical wave of his hand.

"It's not too late. Some wines are as old as they are, the better they are, while others are as fresh as they are. The wind and flowers, snow and moon cannot wait for a moment. When the wine is brewed, it is the most beautiful time. Don't worry, the moon is good tonight, and you can drink it." The man walked into the wine shop with the camellia.

After thinking about the meaning of the man's words for a while, Xiao Se also smiled and planned to follow him in, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the flower girl whose camellia was picked out of her hand. She stared at her big eyes with aggrievedly, and almost burst into tears. He sighed, thinking about why he always encountered these troubles that cost money, so he could only take out a piece of silver from his arms and throw it to the flower girl.

The flower seller burst into tears and laughed. He took the silver and said thank you and ran away. Xiao Se ignored him, but turned around and looked at the red dress again, but he was almost walking down the attic of Dengtian.

Xiao Se walked into the restaurant and found that the man with a mustache had gone where he went. The people in the restaurant were noisy and the business was good. Xiao Se found a place in the corner and sat down. A waiter greeted him: "What do you want for the guest?"

"I asked your boss to drink that pot of romance and romance tonight. Now, just give me some wine to pass the time." Xiao Se said lazily.

"The guest official was joking. The wine in the small shop was all the best. But there was no wine to pass the time. The little ones took their own initiative, so they came to Sangluo, Xinfeng, Zhucao, Songliu, Chang'an, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Osmanthus, Du Kang, Songhua, Shinjuana, and Prajna." The waiter said the names of the twelve types of wine in one breath.

"Is there anything special about this?" Xiao Se frowned slightly.

"There are twelve cups in total. Every time the guest's friend climbs into a pavilion, he drinks one. After twelve cups, the guest's friend should come back. He can drink the romantic and romantic things." The child still had a smile on his face.

This hotel is clearly not an ordinary character, but Xiao Se was curious and had no fear in his heart. He just nodded and said, "Okay, let's just come here."

Soon, the waiter brought up the twelve cups of wine and set it up on a long table, which was particularly spectacular. Everyone around couldn't help but look over and whispered to the handsome young man in a blue shirt. Xiao Se ignored it and just drank it slowly. Only after drinking the first cup, Lei Wujie, who was wearing red clothes, stepped in and walked in. He was shocked when he saw Xiao Se drinking: "Xiao Se, don't you have to be so anxious, right? Let's hold a celebration banquet for me now?"

Xiao Se was even more shocked: "You were knocked down on the first floor?"

Lei Wujie sighed, sat down and raised his head, drank a bowl of mulberry wine, and shook his head: "How can it be?"

"Why did you come back?" Xiao Se was puzzled.

"Oh, the person guarding the pavilion said that it was already Xu. Dengtian Pavilion is closed. I have to wait for tomorrow!" Lei Wujie felt regretful.

Xiao Se was speechless and wanted to leave the table of wine.

At this time, another tired old horse swayed in at the gate of the city. A man with a book boy was leading the horse with a peach wood sword hanging on his back. Before him, a scholar with a bookcase on his back was walking, looking at the scene in the city with joy, murmured: "This Xueyue City is much more interesting than that of Qingcheng Mountain."

The book boy carrying the peach wood sword looked disdainful: "Xueyue City is Fancheng, Qingcheng Mountain is Xianshan. You are really vulgar, uncle."

"It's vulgar." The scholar smiled and said, "You are practicing Taoism, I am just practicing swords. But I haven't entered your immortal sect. Also, don't call me uncle, you want to call me young master."

"You're so bad." Shu Tong showed no mercy.

The scholar scratched his head awkwardly and cursed: "Is this your way to cultivate immortality?"

Shutong snorted disdainfully: "The Tao can be told, but it is not the way. Name can be named, but it is not the name. You know nothing!"

"Okay, I don't understand." The scholar glanced at him and said angrily, "I don't understand the infinite swordsmanship, you can learn it from someone else."

"Okay." Shutong was not afraid, "Then I will tell Master when I go back, you secretly come to Xueyue City!"

"If I could really see that person, Master wouldn't be too late to be happy, so how could I really blame me?" The scholar smiled and looked at the tower in the distance.

"There is really that godlike figure on this Chongtian Pavilion, even the master is interested in it?" Shutong tilted his head, puzzled.

"Of course, I'll look at the one in the pavilion. Can you see the master?" The scholar smiled and said something ruthless.

"When will I get to the pavilion?" Shutong asked.

The scholar took out a bamboo tube from his arms, pretended to shake it, then reached out to hold a flying bamboo stick, frowned and looked for a long time, and said, "Now tomorrow!"

Shutong suddenly became angry when he saw the scholar's descriptive action. With a wave of his finger, a sword energy broke the bookmark instantly. Shutong said with a little teasing: "Young Master, you have taken this sign back!"
Chapter completed!