One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 122: Xie Anlan's Banquet

In Binghuo Hall, all the Xuanguang disciples looked at Zhao Fuyun and pondered in their hearts. At this time, one of them said loudly: "Brother, I am willing to participate in this patrol and investigation."

The person who is speaking is He Bingfang.

After that, everyone expressed their willingness and said that it was all up to Zhao Fuyun and they would obey his orders.

Zhao Fuyun looked at everyone and said, "We are all cultivators. We should understand that everything we do is cultivation. Similarly, everything we experience in the world is the cause of disasters. Everyone should be cautious. The world is in turmoil, like a storm. We are walking in it, so we need to be firm at every step."

Everyone looked serious and Zhao Fuyun couldn't say much.

So that night, Zhao Fuyun made arrangements so that teaching would not be delayed, and arranged for a group of people to go first.

Two days later, someone invited Zhao Fuyun to a banquet. After thinking about it, he agreed.

He thought it would be a lively banquet with many local noble families, but surprisingly there were only two people waiting for him there, one of whom was someone he knew, Zhu Ke, the priest of the Chiyan Temple.

He guessed that the other person was Xie Anlan because his name was written on the other party's invitation.

For Zhao Fuyun, since he was attending the banquet, it didn't matter whether there were many or few people. But he was still a little surprised that there were only two people here.

"So Brother Zhu is here too. This is really Fuyun's fault. It should be Fuyun who hosted the banquet for Brother Zhu." Zhao Fuyun said.

Zhu Ke laughed and said, "I heard that among the cultivators in Tiandu Mountain, some are ascetics who only absorb the spiritual essence of heaven and earth and transform it into magic power to avoid the impurities of magic power. They never boil stones to collect smoke. I have never smelled the smoke of spiritual stones from you. If you want to treat me to a meal in Guangyuan Mansion, I am afraid that the spiritual stones are too much to pay."

Zhao Fuyun smiled and said, "When I went down the mountain, the mountain gate gave me thirty spirit stones as a stipend, so I might be able to ask for one or two favors."

"That depends on the specifications. If you just want to eat casually, three spirit stones will be enough. If you want to invite singers and dancers to a brothel, then at least twenty spirit stones will be needed. And if you go to a place like Qingya Cottage, thirty spirit stones may not be enough." Zhu Ke said with a smile.

Because Zhao Fuyun had borrowed the altar from Zhu Ke five times to refine the Red Flame Divine Lamp, he was already quite familiar with it. In Zhao Fuyun's heart, he had already recognized this person.

"What kind of place is Qingya Xiaozhu? Why is it so expensive?" Zhao Fuyun asked in surprise. He had been to the market several times and knew that thirty spirit stones could buy a magic weapon of ordinary nature.

"Qingya is naturally a place where there are elegant people. If you are curious, you can ask him. Qingya Cottage is opened by his family." Zhu Ke led the topic to Xie Anlan who was standing next to them and smiling the whole time.

Zhao Fuyun's gaze naturally fell on him. This man looked quite elegant and was very tall, with a light, neatly trimmed beard on his lips. If it was on someone else, it would inevitably look a bit vulgar, but on his lips, it gave people a sense of elegance.

His eyes were bright, but not to the point of being eye-popping. Instead, they had a kind of spiritual glow, like morning dew reflecting the morning light.

"This must be Brother Xie Anlan." Zhao Fuyun said with a greeting.

"I dare not. I am the seventh child in my family. The elders call me Xiaoqi, and my friends call me Laoqi. If Taoist Zhao dislikes it, you can just call me Laoqi." Xie Anlan did not say that some people called him Qi Ye.

"Then I'd better call you Seventh Brother. Calling you Old Seven simply takes away a layer of Seventh Brother's elegance. The elegance of a bad person is not desirable." Zhao Fuyun said with a smile.

"Haha, there are rumors in the city that Taoist Fuyun is serious and taciturn. After seeing him today, I know that the rumors are not credible." Xie Anlan said with a smile. He also took the opportunity to call Zhao Fuyun Taoist Fuyun, not Taoist Zhao.

"You two should stop flattering each other and just sit down and talk," Zhu Ke said.

"Yes, yes. Come, Taoist Fuyun, please." Xie Anlan led the two of them inside. It was a very elegant place, not in a room, but in a pavilion.

There are bamboos, flowers, rockeries, and gurgling water beside it. In the middle of the pavilion is a white jade table. On the stone table is a small stove that is burning. Smoke is rising from the stove. When you walk into the pavilion, you can smell a fresh air. The air is inhaled into the lungs and can go straight into the dantian. The talisman in the dantian glows and swallows it, turning it into magic power.

The smoke is the spiritual energy rising from the boiling spirit stone.

There was a woman in white next to her, kneeling there and making tea.

The three of them sat down, and the woman just distributed the tea to them.

"I heard that Taoist Master Fuyun liked tea but not wine when he was practicing in the mountains, so I took the courage to entertain him with this pot of tea." Xie Anlan picked up the cup with a smile, and Zhao Fuyun also picked up the cup.

The three of them drank it all together.

When he took a sip of the tea, he first felt a surge of heat entering his stomach, and then he felt a coolness spreading throughout his body. The slight dryness in his body caused by practicing fire magic was immediately washed away.

The whole person seemed to become light and refreshed at this moment. The feeling even penetrated into his five internal organs, carrying his consciousness and lingering in his five internal organs.

After sipping it carefully for a while, he opened his eyes and couldn't help but say, "What a good tea."

He felt that if he could drink this tea regularly, his cultivation speed would definitely increase significantly.

"This tea is indeed good tea, but you can only drink one cup a month, and one cup costs at least ten spirit stones." Zhu Ke next to him said.

"I drank such expensive tea in one gulp without even tasting its flavor. What a pity." Zhao Fuyun said with a smile.

"Master Fuyun's words are totally wrong. The value of this tea is to be drunk by people. It also has its value to get the praise from Master Fuyun." Xie Anlan said with a smile.

Some people always give people a feeling of annoyance when they compliment others or kiss up to them, but Xie Anlan is completely different. He gives people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze. Not only does he not appear humble, but the other party will not feel embarrassed either.

However, Zhao Fuyun's thoughts became clearer and clearer. A person like Xie Anlan, who asked Zhu Ke to be the middleman and invited himself, must have come not only to get to know him, but it could not be said to be because of love.

So, he felt that there must be something worth doing this for.

Afterwards, the woman took the tea away and brought up something else without Xie Anlan's instructions.

I don't know when, but I heard the sound of a piano coming from the side. The sound was not loud, and it was vague. It blended with the sound of flowing water and the wind in the bamboo forest next to me, like a natural music.

They chatted with each other about some interesting things happening among the noble families in Guangyuan Prefecture. Zhao Fuyun also talked about his cultivation in the mountains. The moon was already high in the sky.

Zhu Ke seemed a little impatient and said, "Seventh Brother, don't you have something to say to Taoist Master Fuyun? Why are you beating around the bush here? Taoist Master Fuyun is also a straightforward person. If you have something to say, just say it directly."

"Okay." Xie Anlan said with a long sigh.

However, Zhao Fuyun understood that the important business of the night had arrived.

　I drank a glass of white wine, and I couldn’t drink more than two taels. I came back and wrote a novel for everyone to read.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)