The sudden sound made Jiang Qian look outside the door of the private room.
I saw a woman with skin like snow, bright eyes and white teeth, and a graceful figure pushing open the door and entering.
Seeing this, Xuan Fei said with an unhappy expression: "Shopkeeper He, your Zuixian Tower is becoming more and more unruly!"
The woman hurriedly explained: "Master Fei, please forgive me. The little girl heard that the chief senior brother of Taixuan Dao Palace was coming, and specially invited you two to the Zuixian Pavilion on the thirty-sixth floor."
"To show respect, from today onwards, when Brother Jiang comes to Zuixian Tower, all purchases will be free of charge, and you can book Zuixian Tower at any time."
"The atmosphere, Shopkeeper He is the atmosphere!"
When Xuan Fei heard this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and sighed in his heart.
Zuixian Pavilion is the signature room of Zuixian Pavilion. It is also the only elegant room in Zuixian Pavilion that serves third-grade spiritual meals. It only entertains powerful masters. It is the VIP room among VIP rooms.
A third-grade spiritual meal is worth at least 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones. It also needs to be reserved in advance.
And a table of spiritual food, plus a pot of high-grade spiritual wine, is equivalent to millions of low-grade spiritual stones.
With Xuan Fei's salary, even if he didn't eat or drink, he would have to save up for hundreds of years just to spend money at Zuixian Pavilion once.
Even if all kinds of gray income are included, a meal at Zuixian Pavilion is equivalent to ten years of work in vain, which is enough to make his body hurt a lot.
But the Shenyuan Mirror-Breaking Pill given to him by Jiang Qian is extremely precious among the fourth-grade spiritual pills. The market price is three million low-grade spiritual stones, but it is still expensive but not marketable.
In order to repay his kindness and not let Jiang Qian be underestimated, he gritted his teeth and prepared to go to Zuixian Pavilion for a big meal.
If he hadn't been the deacon outside Taixuan Dao Palace in Nanjun, representing the face of Taixuan Dao Palace, he wouldn't even be qualified to book Zuixian Pavilion.
He usually dines at Zuixian Pavilion, where he orders a table of seventh-grade spiritual food, a pot of seventh-grade spiritual wine, and spends about a hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
This is also the reason why Xuan Fei came to Zuixian Tower and the steward took him directly to the private room.
Without him, you are a regular customer!
A meal at Zuixian Pavilion, which costs at least one million low-grade spiritual stones, says it is free, or it is free forever. How grand is this!
At this moment, Xuan Fei deeply realized his poverty.
"Shopkeeper He is so polite. Opening the door for business, there is no reason to waive the bill! Besides, your father and your mentor Qingwei Zhenren are close friends, so I can't take advantage of Zuixianlou."
Jiang Gan smiled and refused, his tone extremely firm. After a pause, he continued, "If I go to Zuixian Pavilion, wouldn't it make it difficult for Shopkeeper He to do my job!"
"After all, the Xijiang Sword Sect is the dominant force in Nan County. The leader, Pan Yingjun, has extensive connections. He has two masters in one sect and is not weak in strength."
"Although Zuixianlou is not afraid, doing business requires harmony and wealth. Shopkeeper He cannot be allowed to offend the Xijiang Sword Sect, lest it affect Zuixianlou's business!"
"Otherwise, when I return to Taixuan Dao Palace, I won't be able to explain to my mentor when I see him!"
Shopkeeper He heard the firmness in Jiang Gan's words, took a deep look at him, and whispered softly: "In that case, the little lady will not disturb Brother Jiang's meal."
When Shopkeeper He left, Xuan Fei asked with a puzzled face: "That is the permanent exemption from Zuixian Pavilion. Senior brother, aren't you tempted?"
“What’s free is the most expensive!”
Jiang Qian said meaningfully that this was the experience gained from his previous life, especially since Duoduo played this trick to perfection.
Of course, the reason why Jiang Qian refused so simply was because he had a group of royal chefs under his command, and they didn't want to eat anything spiritual.
Xuan Fei didn't know this, so he just nodded thoughtfully.
At this moment, a sound like a thunderbolt sounded, and a sound resounded through Zuixian Tower like a bell, straight into the soul, deafening and deafening.
"The last lecture was about Xuanyuan Jingcheng who had been studying for forty years and suffered all kinds of humiliation. He stepped into the sky and shook Kunlun with his hands."
"On that day, there was heavy snow in the mountains, and the ground was consecrated. Thousands of thunders were like a prison in the sky, and the thunder illuminated the heaven and the earth. I knelt down and asked my ancestors to die, and wiped away the filth and filth of the family!"
"It's true that this scholar has no courage and dares to sink the world into the sea!"
Just a few words seemed to transport everyone to the tiny mountains and vast snowy plains.
A weak Confucian scholar, who endured humiliation and heavy burdens for decades, rose up on a dragon, thundered with thunder, and invited his ancestors to die.
Even though Jiang Gan knew the plot of "In the Snow" well, he still got excited when he heard it, let alone others!
In terms of the theory of spiritual practice, "In the Snow" can only be regarded as middle-to-lower among the nine novels revised by Jiang Qianmo.
But in terms of the excitement of the story, "In the Snow" ranks among the top three, competing with "The Sky" for the top spot!
The iron man Xu Xiao is tender, the white-robed sword-crown Wu Su is the hero, the sword opens the heavenly gate Li Chungang, the brotherly love is deep and gentle, and the love of three generations has washed away the image.
The Confucian sage Cao Changqing in green, the second king in the world Xianzhi, the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a, the amazing talent Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the mystery of the toe fish...
Each and every wonderful character interprets each and every wonderful story, and all the romance in the world is included in it.
The story is certainly wonderful, but there are very few storytellers in the world who can make people immerse themselves in the story.
The storytellers of Zuixianlou are definitely the leaders in the storytelling industry. Whether it is the control of the plot of the story or the emotional changes of the characters, they are all just right.
Even compared to You Zhuxia, he is not inferior at all, and is even worse.
Jiang Qian's mind glanced through the private room into the hall.
In the center of Zuixian Tower, thirty-three wooden tables were neatly stacked together to form a nine-foot high platform.
A middle-aged scribe dressed in elegant white clothes sits on a high platform, with a face like a crown of jade and eyes like bright stars. There are two strands of white hair hanging down in front of his forehead, which adds to his masculine charm.
Although this middle-aged scribe was handsome in appearance, what really attracted Jiang Qian's attention was his level of cultivation.
In Jiang Qian's perception, the spirit of this middle-aged scribe is very powerful, comparable to the third-level ghost realm of immortality, and the mana fluctuations emanating from his body are only those of the seventh-level immortal realm.
A golden light flashed in the depths of Jiang Gan's eyes, and a broken, dark, and dead space appeared in his field of vision.
There is no sky, no earth, even the darkness is broken into pieces, and between the cracks, pieces of nothingness are revealed.
Here there is no true intertwining of Tao and principles, no vitality that blends the inner and outer heaven and earth, only old age and indescribable nothingness in the darkness.
"The Purple Mansion is broken, and the Taoist foundation is damaged. This middle-aged man was once a real person in the third-level ghost realm of immortality!"
Under the insight of the law-breaking eyes, Jiang Qian saw the middle-aged scribe's details at a glance, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
Although there are not many real people in the third-level ghost realm of immortality, there are also a lot of them, but there are only a few storytellers in the third-level realm.
For novelists, an excellent storyteller represents an endless stream of faith and will.
This is especially true when the story-telling novel is good enough, and it can have the effect of one plus one being far greater than two.
While Jiang Gan was thinking, the middle-aged scribe took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued:
"If Xuanyuan Jingcheng is the seed of Confucianism and Taoism that has been rare for hundreds of years, then Lu Dongxuan, a Taoist disciple, is the strongest person in the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years."
"Whether it is the way of swordsmanship or the way of heaven, he is the best in the world. He rides a crane to Wudang and creates the Wudang Taoism."
"I have loved red clothes for eight hundred years, and have not entered through the gate of heaven. This has established the general trend that Xuanwu will be popular for five hundred years."
"Just because he once dreamed of a man dressed in red, he decided that this was the person he was pursuing all his life. He didn't want to ascend, he just wanted to wait in the human world for the reincarnation of the man dressed in red."
"He has lived through three lives and practiced Taoism for seven hundred years, and finally waited for the red clothes. Jiangnan is good, it is best to wear red clothes!"
"In the second life, he was Qi Xuanzhen, the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, the Dao Armor of the Thirteen Armors of Spring and Autumn, and the most powerful person in the world."
"Just because I couldn't wait for that red dress, I gave up my otherworldly cultivation and decisively reincarnated."
"In the third life, he was Hong Xixiang, a junior martial uncle in Wudang. He could not come down the mountain until he became the best in the world. He cultivated the supreme way of heaven."
"I have been studying for twenty years while riding a bull. Once I have enlightenment, I can walk on a crane and step on a crane. I can become a land god in one step and ride a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River."
"I waited for seven hundred years, but the beauty was not long gone. Then I took the beauty to the lands of the subjugated countries in the Spring and Autumn Period, and cut down the few remaining pillars of destiny with one sword after another."
"Opening the Heavenly Gate with a sword, he said loudly: Five hundred years ago, Pindao was sent to Lu Dongxuan. Fifty years ago, Qi Xuan framed the Dragon Tiger Mountain. Now, Wudang has washed away the elephant, and he has cultivated merits for seven hundred years!"
"I swear that I am willing to cultivate the righteous path of heaven and earth for another three hundred years! I just want heaven and earth to open up and let Xu Zhihu ascend!"
"On this day, Xu Zhihu flew up to the gate of heaven on a crane, washed away the elephant soldiers and reincarnated, and met again in heaven three hundred years later!"
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Lu Zu, who was invincible in the world, was actually the most infatuated person in the world.
Not to become an immortal, just to find that red dress in the world of mortals. This has taken seven hundred years, which makes people admire you!
After silence, the entire Zuixian Tower exploded instantly, and all the guests started talking.
"Lu Zu is really a role model for our generation. I would like to call Lu Zu the strongest lover!"
"Lü Zu is certainly respectable, but Xu Fengnian is a role model for us. A manly man should open up a wide harem, even if he supports the wall and walks away!"
"Women are just a burden. It would be unwise for Lu Zu to give up becoming an immortal for a woman!"
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Listening to the heated discussion among the people, and feeling the power of faith and willpower rushing like a river from the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, Jiang Gan couldn't help but curl up his lips.
He looked at the middle-aged scribe with a touch of intimacy and expectation.
I really wonder what kind of surprise this middle-aged scribe can bring him?
God does not take what he wants, but he suffers the consequences. If such a good tool is not properly cultivated, he will not be able to live up to his fate.
Jiang Gan took stock of his wealth and found that except for the Qianyuan Palace Lantern and the Nine Treasures of the Heavenly Dragon Blessed Land, he had nothing.
All the treasures obtained previously were integrated into the Heavenly Dragon Blessed Land and became part of the blessed land.
After thinking for a moment, he picked off a leaf from the peach tree. The green leaves were as crystal clear as jade, exuding a faint vitality.
Although this vitality is weak, it is extremely pure. Just smelling it gives people a refreshing feeling.
If it is swallowed, it can heal any injuries and prolong life without causing any injuries. Its wonderful uses are endless.
The only drawback is that there is a Hongmeng Demon Seed hidden deep in the leaves. Once it is swallowed, it will turn into a cauldron for Jiang Qian's cultivation.
Jiang Qian turned his hands, and the leaves of the peach tree appeared in his palm, playing with them wantonly.
"Sir, you are a great talent. You have told the story of "In the Snow" so brilliantly and so deeply that you should be rewarded!"
After finishing his words, Jiang Qian flicked his fingers and heard a hissing sound. The leaves cut through the void and turned into a green stream of light, which shot straight towards the middle-aged scribe on the high platform and landed on the desk in front of the scribe.
The middle-aged scribe recognized the extraordinary beauty of the peach leaves at a glance and quickly put them into his sleeve.
When I took the leaves into my hands, a faint breath of vitality came over me, and the originally shattered Zi Mansion actually faintly recovered.
The middle-aged scribe's heart trembled. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, raised his hands and saluted in the direction of Jiang Qian, and said loudly:
"Thank you so much for the reward from our guest, Shi Feixuan would like to thank you!"
Immediately afterwards, Shi Feixuan saluted all around, thanked the many guests, and left in a hurry.
Jiang Qian and the others were now full of wine and food, and listened to a piece of storytelling. Satisfied, they slowly left the Zuixian Pavilion and returned to the Taixuan Treasure Pavilion.
At the same time, deep underground in Zuixian Tower, in a very secret hall, jade is used as pillars and glass is used as lamps.
The surrounding walls and floors seemed to be all paved with purple jade, making it appear rich and noble.
The main hall is very spacious. In the center of the main hall, there is a huge transparent amethyst coffin.
It can be seen that inside the amethyst coffin lies a stunningly beautiful woman with a pure temperament, otherworldly, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, like a goddess who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
Her figure is perfect, and she is so graceful and graceful, but people dare not have any thoughts or daydreams, for fear of blaspheming her holy elegance.
The only flaw was that her face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, as if she was an ancient goddess who had been cursed.
Even though she was lying in the coffin, the woman was still extraordinary. Her whole body was filled with a layer of vague immortal energy, giving her an invisible feeling of great momentum and vicissitudes of life.
Even this woman gives people a sense of eternity, as if this person has existed for endless years.
The years have left their breath on her body, and there is a kind of weight and vicissitudes of time, which adds a bit of mystery to her.
In addition, there is also a sense of "ultra" and "transcendence" in women, who are independent from the world and will not wear away with time.
This woman is not purely human. Although she looks exactly like a human in appearance, there is a mark of a white lotus between her eyebrows.
This white lotus mark is extremely miraculous. Just one glance at it makes people feel worshiped, and they unknowingly contribute the slightest bit of faith and willpower.
Threads of milky white and crimson faith and willpower converge towards the amethyst coffin and sink into the white lotus mark. This is the faith and willpower.
A rhythmic heartbeat came from the woman's chest, as if she was about to wake up at any moment.
At this time, a beautiful woman who was as gentle as water, with a beautiful orchid heart, and incomparably beautiful, knelt in front of the amethyst coffin with a pious face, and respectfully bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.
This peerless beauty is none other than Shopkeeper He of Zuixian Tower, He Hongyao.
The identity of the woman in the coffin is even more terrifying. She is one of the most powerful gods pardoned by King Wen of Zhou Dynasty, the Holy Mother of the White Lotus of Antarctica.
During the Divine Zhou Era, Our Lady of the White Lotus guarded the twenty-four states of the Southern Barbarians, shepherded hundreds of billions of creatures, harvested countless faiths, and her divine power was immeasurable!
However, with the collapse of Shenzhou and the backlash of luck, the Holy Mother of White Lotus was seriously injured and was severely wounded by Tao Ancestor, so she had to slowly recover through deep sleep.