539: C539 Riding a Donkey into the City

C539 Riding a Donkey into the City

It was not as elegant and exquisite as the Treasure Auction House, and was not as high up as the Heavenly Seal Tower. It could pick stars with one's hands, and the only reason it could become the number one restaurant in Jiangdong Prefecture City was because, although it could not be compared unilaterally to these three restaurants, it still had the characteristics of all three restaurants at the same time.

From the outside, the building looked grand and magnificent, like a dignified noble lady who was proficient in calligraphy and zither, calligraphy, and painting. As she walked into the building, every detail emitted a delicate and exquisite feeling, like the jade of a small family.

In addition, because of the advantage that the restaurant had, whenever the sun had risen or was about to set, the bright red sunlight or the sunset would fill the entire third floor. When that time came, the entire restaurant would seem to have produced a miracle, and the name "Sun Restaurant" would also become famous.

Because of this, the owner of the restaurant, who specialized in marketing hunger, had thirteen tables on the first floor and six on the second floor. However, there was only one table on the third floor.

If one wanted to go to the third floor of the Rising Sun Restaurant to feel the light of the immortal, one had to have a lot of money. Even the distinguished guests in the Jiang Dong Prefecture City and the mayor's mansion would be proud of being able to eat once on the third floor of the Rising Sun Restaurant.

Slowly, for the people of Jiangdong Prefecture City, not to mention going to the third floor, even if they could have a meal there, it would be enough to brag about themselves for many days. After all, Jiangdong Prefecture City was the number one center city in the Jiangdong Region, and it had no lack of Immortal disciples. However, there were only twenty tables in the Sunny Sunrise Pavilion.

At the moment, it was not even time for lunch, but the twenty tables of the restaurant were already occupied.

The commoners downstairs raised their heads and looked up, wondering who was the person who would actually be able to go to the third floor of the restaurant to eat. They thought that this person might be a super warlord in golden armor, an immortal white bearded immortal, or a supreme deity from the heavens. Who could have known that the person sitting at the yellow table of the incense was a middle-aged man in ordinary black coarse clothes who didn't look anything special at all?

The appearance of this middle-aged man was truly ordinary. He was so ordinary that when he was thrown into the crowd, he could no longer be seen.

If the commoners downstairs were to see the person sitting on the third floor of the restaurant with their heads held high and their necks sore, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop to the floor.

However, only the white-robed man standing behind the middle-aged man knew that under the ordinary looking man, there was an unimaginable terror hidden.

Everyone thought that the clan head of the Single Clan was a great scholar who could rule the country through the ages. His stomach was full of meridians and he was full of poetry and books, and his appearance was definitely refined and refined.

However, the white-robed head knew that this was a world where cultivators controlled sovereignty. Even if the clan had to be governed by a person who understood the knowledge of the world, how could they submit to the masses if their cultivation was weak?

The Single Family had always been a single branch, so the burden could only be placed on the previous heads of the family. No siblings could help them share the burden, so the patriarchs of the Single Family could only do both martial arts and literature.

At least, the Head Supervisor had seen it with his own eyes. The young playmate in front of him who had always declared that he would never listen to anything outside the ears of others and would only focus on the Book of Virtue, had ripped the former number one powerful warrior of the Jiangdong Realm and the number one guest of the Mayor's mansion into two with only two big hands.

Only the white-robed steward, who was the closest to the current patriarch, knew how terrifying this fellow in coarse clothes was.

No matter how full of poetic pride he was, the white-robed head would never forget the scene of him using his two hands to tear a living High Spirit Master into pieces.

"Do you think they'll come?"

Although the middle-aged man was a scholar, he didn't have the awareness of 'eating without speaking'. He picked up a piece of beef that had been marinated in the special sauce passed down from the ancestors of the Sunset Pavilion for a whole day and night and put it into his mouth.

The white-cloaked manager immediately bowed slightly and said, "That kid doesn't seem like someone who goes back on his words."

Middle-aged laughed: "It is your advantage but it is also your weakness." There are countless people willing to make friends with a mad man like you in all directions. I don't know how many ladies in the family are obsessed with you, but this habit of yours really makes me, the person who gave out the order, very vexed. Even though I know you've never been wrong about anyone, I still want to worry about that 'what if' that's the only thing that's happened to you. "

Although the White-cloak Manager had grown up together with the Lord of the great clans in front of him, who was the most powerful in the entire Jiangdong Realm, hearing these words, he still felt a chill in his heart.

When he was young, his words had always been a joke. Now that he had grown up, when he spoke his words again, there was something else in them.

However, this was his character, his spirit, and his spirit. How could he change this?

Can you make a naturally outspoken person become stingy?

Can you make a naturally stingy person outspoken?

Maybe, but that would take a long time.

It was extremely difficult for the white-robed manager to change his personality in a short period of time.

Moreover, once he changed, it would no longer be him.

The middle-aged man obviously knew him better than anyone, so he smiled and stopped talking about this question, afraid that if he continued, he would ruin the dao heart of this old friend of his and his right hand's.

If the heart of the Dao was in trouble and a demonic barrier was born, then cultivation would be in a very disadvantageous position.1

The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks, took a sip of the Searing Sun Restaurant's burning knife, and smiled, "This burning knife should have been brewed in a tavern near the village, but now it has a different taste. That stingy old woman has given this wine a vulgar name, 'pay out the bill'. "What do you mean by that? Didn't you say that once you entered the Blazing Sun Restaurant, even if it was just a normal burning knife, you would be willing to take out all your money?

The white-cloaked manager helplessly smiled and said, "The best wine in the restaurant was brewed by that female owner herself. But don't even mention 'not returning', you don't even drink the modified 'little girl's skin.' Who would have a way to drink the 'money out of my pocket'?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "My skin is too weak. I might as well take out my money. As for whether to return or not? "That woman who opened the building didn't know many words, but she had to give the best wine such a name. It was so sour, so sour, and even that pot of good wine became sour. It was so sour that I couldn't breathe."

The female boss, who was once the head bandit in the mountains, had only liked one person in her life, but she was a scholar who carried a secret and traveled far away. It would be strange if she didn't betray her feelings." "That scholar took revenge on all those who met him, and even said that he was a bird who knew his place. How could he be willing to live under a bandit's skirt all day?

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "It's fine if that scholar isn't a gentleman, but he's not arrogant yet, and he's far worse than a scholar like you. He's really too unsightly, I just don't like him. A type of alcohol was better than a type of alcohol. Heh … Return or not? Are you coming or not? Do you think he will return? Do you think he will come? "

The white-robed steward smiled and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and said, "Come, he's already here."

At this moment, at the city gate, a young man, covered in dust, rode a donkey into the city.

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