Chapter 821: Pingjing Town

How magnificent the scenery of the world is.

Chen Guanlou rushed to the agreed location, the southern foothills of the Xihuang Mountain range, in a single day.

Xihuang Mountain, running east-west, stretching for nearly a thousand miles, is one of the many mountain ranges in the south, not too famous.

The southern foothills of Xihuang Mountain have undulating terrain, many mountains, many waters, and many rivers.

The scenery is extremely beautiful and magnificent, but it is not famous. It cannot be ranked among the famous mountains and rivers at all.

Along the river course, there is a small town named Pingjing. The town has a sparse population, less than a thousand people, and there is only one inn and two restaurants in the town.

Recently, however, it has welcomed martial arts people from all sides, and martial artists have gathered.

The inn is not enough to accommodate them, so the local people rent out their own houses, collect rent, sell meals, and take the opportunity to make a fortune to improve their family's economic situation.

Chen Guanlou sat in a private room on the second floor of a restaurant eating. In the hot weather, he naturally opened the window, and at a glance, the whole town was in full view.

He was one of the first batches to arrive, and he was lucky enough to book a superior room in the inn, which was also the only superior room. Long-term booking, paid two months' rent in one breath.

Eating and drinking were solved in the restaurant every day.

Everyone from the restaurant owner to the waiter liked him.

A generous, heroic guest who ordered expensive dishes and didn't skimp on tips—who wouldn't like him?

Every day when the waiter saw him, he smiled until his eyes were only a slit.

I heard that the waiters in the restaurant had already fought a few times to compete for the opportunity to serve him. Finally, they decided the shift order by drawing lots.

"Lord Chen, is it the same three dishes today?"

"Change to a few new dishes. I heard there is game, get some."

"Alright! Should I still make it according to our local taste?"

"That's right. Just make it according to your local taste."

The waiter received the order and hurriedly arranged for people to go to the kitchen to cook. Then he served tea, snacks, and fruits. There are many mountains and little land in the area, and grain is insufficient, but there is plenty of fruit.

"Lord Chen, more than ten martial artists came to town yesterday, all fully armed. I heard the boss talking to the manager, saying that there are even Embroidered Uniform Guards in town, living in Li Yuanwai's house. I also heard that in order to please the Embroidered Uniform Guards, Li Yuanwai not only offered his concubine but even his own daughter, hoping to climb a high branch and form a noble marriage. I think he is dreaming."

"Why do you say he is dreaming? What if it succeeds?" Chen Guanlou asked with a smile; chatting, talking about the east and west, talking about everything.

"I have seen Li's daughter; she doesn't even look as good as the few female martial artists from two days ago. What kind of status do the Embroidered Uniform Guards have; can they take a fancy to her?"

The waiter curled his lips, very disdainful. He was disdainful of Li Yuanwai's wishful thinking, and disdainful of Li's daughter for not loving herself, ruining herself in vain. In his disdain, there was also a bit of envy. It seemed that he also dreamed of having a relationship with the Embroidered Uniform Guards and from then on becoming prosperous.

Chen Guanlou laughed. "Although martial artists are good, their lives are short!"

"That's not right. I heard people say that martial artists live a long life and can live to be over a hundred years old."

Chen Guanlou laughed.

How many martial artists in the world can live to the end of their lives? Most of them have already fallen halfway through seeking the martial path. There was no need to tell a restaurant waiter about these things in detail.

"It's just a pity that I don't have martial veins. Otherwise, I would go to the city to practice martial arts, and guarding the house for a noble person would be better than running the hall in a restaurant."

"Is running the hall not good?" Chen Guanlou looked at the other person.

The waiter seemed to realize that what he said before was a bit inappropriate, so he hurriedly found a way: "It's not that it's not good, it's just that I feel a bit regretful. I want to go outside and see, and gain some knowledge."

Chen Guanlou smiled when he heard this. He pointed outside. "See those outsiders? They are your knowledge. After this wave of excitement passes, what you have seen and heard these days will be enough for you to brag about for a lifetime.

Later, when merchants pass by, you tell them what you have seen these days, and they will definitely shout wow, and everyone will surround you. At that time, you will be the focus and center of the crowd.

So, now look carefully with your eyes, remember them with your brain, and it's best to record some interesting things with a pen; they will all be materials for you to brag about in the future, and even things you can eat with. Listen to me, it's definitely right, I won't lie to you."

The waiter was speechless, his face full of: I may be ignorant, but I'm not stupid!

"Don't you believe me?" He looked at the other person with a smile. "What good does it do me to lie to you? Do I covet your money or your life?"

"Lord Chen misunderstood. My brain is stupid, and I didn't react for a while." The waiter was very anxious, fearing that he would offend the distinguished guest. "Lord Chen, you have a large amount, don't be like me. I definitely believe you, I just don't know what to do."

"I've already told you what to do. Look with your eyes, remember with your brain, write with a pen. You don't even need to think, just record what you see and hear, and say it out. Let others do the thinking. Remember?"

The waiter nodded repeatedly. "Remember, remember. Then what should I do now?"

"Naturally, do your job well."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

On the only main street in the town, another wave of martial artists came. And lone travelers.

Chen Guanlou recognized the lone traveler.

Jiang Yitian of the Qingyun Sect, Zheng Daochong's senior brother.

Very unexpected, he actually came to Pingjing alone.

"Brother Jiang, why don't you come up and talk!"

Chen Guanlou took the initiative to greet him and ordered the waiter to add four more dishes, the dishes the chef was best at. Bring two pots of wine first.

Jiang Yitian looked up, saw him, and grinned. With a leap, he entered the private room directly from the window.

"Brother Chen has been here for a few days? Life is very nourishing, worthy of being someone who eats public food, not lacking money."

"Brother Jiang's words are very sour. The Qingyun Sect may lack other things, but it definitely doesn't lack money. You crying poor in front of me is laughable."

"Hahaha... Brother Chen's words are still so straightforward."

Jiang Yitian put down the weapon on his back and took off the bamboo hat on his head.

"Is Brother Chen also here for that rumor?"

Chen Guanlou swept a glance at the street. "The outsiders here are all here for the rumor, and I am naturally no exception. Brother Jiang, why are you alone? Where are the people from your sect? Don't they want to come and gain some knowledge? For the first time in many years, the Dayu ancient tomb has been opened; what an exciting moment."

"Has it been confirmed that it is the Dayu ancient tomb?"

"There shouldn't be any doubt about this point."

"The people from my sect are behind, and they will be able to catch up in two days at the latest. I don't have the patience to go all the way with them, so I came to take a look first. I didn't expect that in such a small town, so many martial artists would come. It's as if all the martial artists in the world have gathered here."

"This is just the beginning! Do you believe that there will be people with higher status coming later, even Grandmasters."

"Are Grandmasters also joining this excitement?" Jiang Yitian seemed very surprised.

"Such a big excitement, if I were a Grandmaster, I would also come to join the excitement." Chen Guanlou said casually. "As the saying goes, the opportunity of the previous dynasty is obtained by the capable. Rumor has it that there were immortals in the early Dayu dynasty. If you can get guidance from the immortals, guess if the Grandmasters will be moved?"

His expression was rich, and the hints were enough. The real purpose was to inquire whether the Qingyun Sect had Grandmasters and whether the Grandmasters had followed.

This time, one of the purposes of joining the excitement was to know how many Grandmasters there were in the world. If there was a chance, he also wanted to witness the fight between Grandmasters with his own eyes. Is the gap between Grandmasters and Grandmasters a natural chasm? ===== CHAPTER 822 =====