Heavenly God Mnemonic

In the Xutian city.

Yang Qingxuan has been in retreat for more than a month, and the broken arm has completely grown out under the effect of the regeneration pill.

After recovering both hands, he was a little uncomfortable. After a few days of adaptation, he gradually got used to it.

Three hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones were all used up in less than a month.

The main reason is that in the process of growing the arm, in addition to the function of the regeneration pill, it also consumes a lot of spirit stones.

Yang Qingxuan has already touched the realm of the original Wu Da Consummation, but in the Xutian City, the aura is very indifferent, and it is impossible to continue without the spirit stone.

He sighed, thinking of the 450,000 spiritual stones that had been taken away by Xutian City, it hurts, but he had to bow his head under the eaves.

On this day, Yang Qingxuan left the secret room and went to the Zuixiao Tower.

There are a lot of restaurants in Xutian City. After all, to experience this kind of thing is to lick blood on the edge of the knife and beat it down on the field of life and death. Many people like to drink a few jars.

Moreover, in the restaurant, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, all kinds of news and bragging are flying all over the sky, either fictitious or real, not distinguishing true from false. But to this boring and cruel experience, add a few ray of popularity and temperature.

Zuixiao Tower is very elegant, with a height of a hundred feet. From the outside, it looks simple and exquisite, full of smoke and firework. The front door is carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Entering the door, there is a long corridor with more than a hundred steps, with strange flowers and plants on both sides, and various pavilions and boxes are faintly visible and dotted around.

Yang Qingxuan walked through the corridor and went straight to the lobby. There were fifty or sixty tables and chairs arranged in a certain order.

Yang Qingxuan was quite surprised. The placement of these tables and chairs seemed to imply a certain rule, making the crowds shuttled inside not at all crowded.

Most of the table was already full of people, Yang Qingxuan found a corner to sit down, he didn't want to be too eye-catching.

"Sir, how many people do you have? What drink?"

Immediately, Xiao Er came up, put all kinds of small plates and tea, and then stood aside with a smile, waiting.

Yang Qingxuan looked around for a week and said, "Whatever."

Xiao Er put a list on the table and said with a smile: "Lord, take a look."

Yang Qingxuan turned a page and scanned it a few times. They were all unheard of wine. He casually ordered an altar and said, "Let's come to the altar for this peach blossom wine-drunk and forget me."

"Good! You have good eyesight. This is the best wine sold in our restaurant. Wait a minute and come right away."

Xiao Er was about to pour wine, but Yang Qingxuan was stopped again, and asked, "You can also take the task?"

Xiao Er squinted his eyes and said with a grin: "Of course. This wine list, you can just turn back."

With that, he made a gesture of please, and turned to pour the wine.

Yang Qingxuan turned the wine list to the back, and he saw many tasks, with detailed explanations and various prices.

"Kill Xuanji Sect disciple, a head of 500,000 spiritual stones."

"Kill Jingyue disciple, two hundred and fifty thousand spiritual stones per head."

"Killing Tianmenzong disciple, a man has twenty-five spiritual stones."

Yang Qingxuan: "..."

He turned a few pages, and it was all about killing people. It was normal until later, but it was also very difficult, such as catching wild beasts alive, searching for the remains of a hundred races and so on.

"My lord, your wine."

Xiao Er quickly brought up the wine and filled Yang Qingxuan with a glass. The wine was clear in color, strong in aroma, and mouthwatering.

Yang Qingxuan put down the list and drank it in one fell swoop. The taste was soft, sweet and elegant, with a faint peach scent, as if in a peach forest, forgetting all the troubles.

"Drunk and forgetting sorrow is indeed a good wine, making people forget sorrow." Yang Qingxuan took the wine glass with a trace of infatuation in his eyes, and even fell in love with the wine.

"The reason people worry too much is because they have a good memory."

Suddenly, a clear voice came, followed by a white figure, sitting on the opposite side of him.

"It's you?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said, "You are not dead yet."

The man in white frowned, looked at the clear peach blossom wine, and said, "Will this thing really taste good?"

Yang Qingxuan looked at him and smiled in surprise: "Have you never drank it?"

The man in white shook his head.

The shop Xiaoer recommended: "Then you must taste it." Then he bowed to Yang Qingxuan, "If you have any other needs, please call me at any time." After that, he went on his own.

Yang Qingxuan took out a cup, poured a cup for the man in white, and said with a smile, "Try it."

The white-clothed man looked at the clear drink, hesitated for a moment, then took a sip and drank it, his white face turned blush, as if he was embarrassed.

"Haha." Yang Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

The white-clothed man was ashamed and angry, hurriedly secretly lucked, and pressured the wine down.

Yang Qingxuan was afraid of attracting people's attention, lowered his laughter, poured him another glass, and asked jokingly: "How does it taste?"

The white-clothed man's face was still a little red, and he glared at Yang Qingxuan, and said solemnly: "It's not bad, the taste is a bit sweet."

"Haha." Yang Qingxuan couldn't help laughing again, and persuaded the drink: "Since it tastes good, drink more."

"Drink and drink."

The white-clothed man picked up the wine glass, drank it in one shot, and then drank a few more cups. After taking precautions, with his cultivation base, it would be okay to drink up the entire restaurant.

"Satisfied now."

The white-clothed man stared at Yang Qingxuan with a pair of clear black eyes.

Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly: "Satisfied, satisfied, why did you come to this restaurant? How did you escape last time?"

"You can escape, why can't I?"

The man in white gave him a white look, his eyes fell on his right hand, and said: "Your Qing Yunzhi's mission is complete."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and waited for him to continue.

The white-clothed man groaned for a while and seemed to hesitate, but he still said, "I am here to take a task. I didn't expect to meet you."

"What task?"

Yang Qingxuan asked immediately, he is now in short supply of spirit stones to attack the original Wu DaZhen, and is very sensitive to the task.

The white-clothed man thought for a while, stood up, and said, "If you want to do this task together, come with me."

With that, he walked to a corner of the lobby, which led to another corridor, which seemed to be the VIP area of ​​Zuixiao Tower.

Yang Qingxuan immediately followed and shouted, "Wait for me."

The two went out of the lobby one after another, and saw a curved corridor leading to the pavilion boxes.

After walking for a while, turning seven or eight turns, came to a pavilion, only a small second in commoner stood by the door, stopped the two of them, and said: "What happened to the two?"

The white-clothed man glanced at him and said, "Da Xiao."

The little second hurriedly stepped aside, and said, "Please come inside."

Yang Qingxuan immediately followed the white-clothed man into the pavilion, and saw that inside was a very spacious hall, with elegant decorations and a sense of solemnity. The tea tables and chairs were all incomparable, and more than twenty people had already gathered.