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Chapter 148: Going to the Inn, Mei 3 Niang
The mountains are covered with snow, the roads are difficult to walk on, and there are occasional heavy snowstorms. The biting winter wind makes people frown.
The swordsman rode on a donkey, and when the wind and snow stopped for a while, he walked on the snow, leaving a trail of footprints.
As soon as the weather started to turn cold, the swordsman bought a mink cloak from a clothing store in a town. He was not afraid of the cold, of course, he just wanted to make himself look more normal.
We were walking in the mountains far away from human habitation.
But I saw a tall attic.
The attic is four stories high and in the shape of a tower. It looks vigorous and majestic, with the eaves covered with a layer of silver. On the plaque hanging on the threshold are a few large characters written on it... "Laiqu Inn".
Judging from the appearance alone, this inn is one of the best even among the big cities of the Lingtian Dynasty. It will definitely attract many high-ranking officials from the court and wealthy merchants. It will be crowded with people and making a fortune every day will not be a problem.
But the fact that it is arranged in such a remote place will make passers-by say from the bottom of their hearts: what a waste of resources.
Riding a donkey past, I saw the door of the inn was wide open. Looking inside, I could see the interior layout and there were quite a few guests inside.
There was a warming fireplace on the left side of the wall. The plump and beautiful proprietress was standing at the counter, supporting her chin lazily. She also saw Li Changxiao passing by the door.
He didn't solicit customers, just watched quietly. In his other hand he held a cigarette, but he didn't smoke it, he just held it.
Li Changxiao got off the donkey, patted the little donkey, and pulled it towards the stable. There were many horses in the stable. The white horse that he had met some time ago was also quietly eating grass among them.
The stable was very high-end, wrapped in a layer of warm cotton cloth. After settling the little donkey, Li Changxiao walked into the "Laiqu Inn" and checked in with the proprietress.
"Young Master, are you heading north?"
Even in the middle of winter, the proprietress did not wear cotton-padded jackets, mink coats or other warm clothing. She still looked her best, showing off her plump and sexy figure.
Charming and...
Also sexy.
"Go north." Li Changxiao paid the silver and replied with a smile.
"What a coincidence." The proprietress stretched out her slender fingers and pointed at the guests in the inn, "They are all going north."
The proprietress threw a coquettish glance at Li Changxiao, "Young man, why don't you introduce yourself?"
"Just an unknown guy." Li Chang smiled, turned around, and introduced himself to the group of cultivators.
Soon, someone responded politely and gave their name and place of residence, whether true or false.
It is certainly not simple to have such an inn in such a remote place.
In fact, in terms of the distance, Li Changxiao has already walked nearly halfway. This place is the border between Qingyu and Dingyu. Although there are thousands of roads to take, most normal people prefer flat roads.
The location of this Laiqu Inn is so special. It is set up in such a position that most normal cultivators who go to participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit have to pass by this inn.
and so.
This inn was truly built for monks, and those who stay here are naturally monks. Of course, there are also mortals who accidentally break in, which is not a big deal.
Li Changxiao realized this early on, so he was not surprised.
At this moment, he looked towards the inn. There were about a dozen people, but among them, there was not a single one who could be called powerful. After all, in any era, no matter how prosperous the spiritual energy was, powerful people were always a minority among the minority. However, there were a few geniuses of the new generation who were famous in the whole continent and cultivators who could barely be considered powerful.
Most of them, like Li Changxiao, are mediocre cultivators.
"My dear, what would you like to eat? The seat closest to the fireplace is reserved for you. Go over there and warm yourself up."
The proprietress smiled sweetly and spoke in a gentle voice. The empty seat was not really reserved for Li Changxiao, but it just happened to be vacant, so she spoke like that.
After all, you are doing business away from home.
Li Changxiao bowed and thanked him, then sat in the warmest place, unscrewed the cork of the wine, drank a few sips of wine, ate a few bites of snacks, and was very happy.
I could hear the monks' discussion.
Since the spiritual energy has been exhausted, there are very few places where so many monks can gather at one time.
Speaking of which, the establishment of this "Laiqu Inn" is closely related to the Wanxian Summit, and its original intention was to collect news about various reforms.
It was built as early as eight years ago, but it is only in recent years that the number of visitors has gradually increased. The cultivators passing by here are not only from the Qing Domain, but also from the Fu Domain, Xuan Domain, and Bai Domain.
Because the entire Fuyao World looks a bit like an hourglass, with Qingfu Xuanbai on the south side, Honglu Dingji on the north side, and Qingding and Xuanbai bordering each other.
Therefore, Laiqu Inn came into being, implying that people come and go in a hurry, and the proprietress who built this inn could not be a simple person.
In fact, her reputation was well-known, and she was known as Mei Sanniang. Before her spiritual energy was exhausted, most people present would not dare to look her in the eye. But now that the times had changed, the martial artists present even dared to joke with the proprietress.
For example, when the white-clothed swordsman entered the inn, the landlady kept calling him "little young master". Soon, someone started to make a fuss, saying that the landlady was being unfair and why did she call him "little young master" and call herself "guest".
The proprietress stood with her hands on her hips and scolded them, saying they were shameless. They said they were so ugly and wanted me to call them young master. They should just dream on.
After saying that, he also asked Li Changxiao, right?
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely feel embarrassed or frightened, but Li Changxiao replied with a "yes". The proprietress was stunned, then burst out laughing, and the other cultivators also laughed, neither annoyed nor angry.
It’s not that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, they were no longer afraid of Mei Sanniang, but the way the monks get along with each other has undergone a wonderful change. Without the competition for resources, there is naturally less desire to fight and kill.
In addition, the Great Dao died, the spiritual energy dried up, and everyone felt a sense of sympathy.
The swordsman was drinking wine and eating braised beef in soy sauce. Wu Haitang, the woman in red whom he met some time ago, was also sitting in the inn. She nodded to Li Changxiao and went to talk about the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit with other cultivators.
Even though there were monks all around him, the swordsman still did not change his habit of falling asleep as soon as he lay down. He ate and drank to his heart's content, and when he was drunk, he fell asleep on the table.
Come to the inn.
Most of the guests come here to have a quick drink and then continue on their way.
A few will check in, but most will only stay for one night.
There are actually very few guests like Li Changxiao who get drunk.
When I woke up, there were very few monks sitting on the first floor chatting.
Li Changxiao rubbed his eyes, left the inn, and ran to visit the little donkey, fearing that it was bored in the stable. But when he got there, he realized that he was worrying too much. The little donkey was having fun with the other horses, and even his owner was too busy to pay attention to it.