Chapter 1112

After they left, chuxuan turned his head, looked at the shopkeeper and joked, "a thousand taels of gold for spiritual loss."

The shopkeeper now wants to die. Although he doesn't know what the "spiritual loss fee" is, he knows that it is asking himself for money or a thousand taels of gold. He can't get so much money even if he is bankrupt.

With a puff, he knelt at the feet of Chu Xuan without any restraint. He kowtowed with his nose and tears, and scolded himself that he should not be open to money and should not be blinded by jealousy.

Seeing that he was still sincere, Chu Xuan finally took all the silver tickets and cash in the store, a total of 13892 taels of silver. Only then did he leave with satisfaction, leaving the tearful shopkeeper, beating his chest and groaning in the shop.

With the money, chuxuan didn't stay in the mountain town for a long time. God knows what background the tartar youth has. If he moves in the tartar soldiers, he will cause a sensation by himself, and his sneak plan will be ruined.

Although I don't know whether there is a netherworld cult behind this tartar, if you disturb the netherworld cult and scare the snake, you will not be able to uproot it by root, and you will not be able to obtain the Youming stone you want.

Be careful to drive the boat for ten thousand years. It's the king's way.

When Chu Xuan walks out of the shop, countless people will automatically dodge the tide, for fear that he will annoy Chu Xuan, a murderous evil star, and make him quite speechless.

Walking in the street filled with dirt road in the mountain town, I watched the shops on both sides of the street, enjoyed the strange customs, and smelled the delicious food and wine from the small shops on the street. Chuxuan swallowed his saliva, touched his stomach and went to a restaurant.

Tavern man, he was welcomed in with a smile.

On the second floor, sitting next to the window, chuxuan ordered some stewed beef, a chicken, several dishes of vegetables. After a while, the dishes were ready. Looking at the dishes with perfect color and flavor, chuxuan was moved.

Gulping down the delicious food on the table, chuxuan is not distracted, immersed in the world of delicious food.

Well, I haven't eaten delicious food for a long time. Chuxuan can't help but stir up his fingers.

When they were in high spirits, several young men and women in uniform clothes went up the second floor with swords on their backs, and sat down next to chuxuan under the guidance of the bartender.

Several young people are tired, dusty, face with a worried color, but also a trace of vigilance around.

Chuxuan looked up, ignored and continued to eat.

After a cup of tea, two groups of young men and women in uniform clothes came to the second floor and sat down.

Chu Xuan had already wiped out everything on the table at this time. He felt a little hungry, so he had to call the waiter to get some food.

looked at the young men and women, and Chu Xuan was also a feel shy.

Chuxuan had no choice but to smile bitterly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Since his practice, he had a big increase in food, which was like a bucket of rice.

While waiting for the dishes, Chu Xuan looked at these young men and women curiously, and saw some small characters engraved on their chest.

They are Huashan, Kunlun and Quanzhen.

Chu Xuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that they were some martial arts sects. He didn't expect that he was lucky today. He met three of them at once. He had seen some famous and decent sects in martial arts novels.

But when I think about it, I'm an immortal cultivator. I'm more than they are, but I don't have much yearning and admiration in my heart.