Brother Han Dao was very proud when he saw Xiao Pang was anxious. He said calmly: "Hey, Junior Brother, there are too many people here, it's really not a place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else, right?"
When Xiao Pang heard this, he immediately became alert. He thought, although Lingxiao City is relatively safe, there are definitely many cultivators who have been killed in secret. As long as the fight is not exposed, the guards of Lingxiao City will not bother to care! Could this guy in front of me want to use this to trick me into a place where no one is around to ambush me?
Brother Han Dao on the opposite side seemed to see Xiao Pang's distrust. He just smiled slightly and shook out something and threw it to Xiao Pang.
Since there was no spiritual energy attached to this thing, and this was a teleportation array with people coming and going, Xiao Pang was not afraid of the other party attacking him. He reached out and took it calmly. After a closer look, he was shocked again.
It turned out that the thing in his hand was actually a jade necklace of her mother. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was collected and carved by Xiaopang's father. His mother usually carried it with her. When Xiaopang was with his mother, he didn't know how many times he had touched this jade necklace. How could he not recognize it?
Now, more than ten years have passed. The little boy has become a strong man and a rising star in the world of cultivation. But his parents are gone. The jade is still shining, and the voices and smiles of his parents often appear in front of him, but the two sides are separated by yin and yang and will never meet again.
Seeing the things reminds him of people, even the strong Xiaopang can't help crying. The muscles in his arms are bulging, almost breaking his robes! An invisible murderous aura burst out from him in an instant. Even though Brother Han Dao on the opposite side is one level higher than Xiaopang, he can't help but turn pale with fear. He hurriedly explained: "Junior Brother Song, your father and Lingtang were much stronger than me back then, I don't have the ability to harm them! I just bought some information and collected some hard-earned money. Even if you don't want it, don't get angry, right?"
After hearing this, Xiaopang thought for a while, slowly retracted the spiritual pressure that had burst out, and then said lightly: "Let's go to the elegant seat of Wenxiang Tower to talk!"
Wenxiang Tower is a high-end restaurant next to the teleportation array, specially prepared for cultivators. The dishes and wines in it are made of spiritual materials. The eyeless fish and spiritual mushrooms in Xiaopang's hand are two of the more famous ones. Naturally, this kind of high-end dishes will definitely not be cheap. Brother Han is obviously not someone who can go there often, so when he heard this, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble you to spend more money!"
"No problem!" Xiaopang resisted the urge to punch the other party to death, took him to Wenxiang Tower, and asked for the most quiet single room.
Brother Han seemed to know that Xiao Pang had a rich family, so he was not polite at all. He immediately listed a long list of dishes, more than a dozen in total, all of which were worth hundreds of spirit stones. It was obviously too much for two people to eat. Even with Xiao Pang's body, he could only eat half of it. The extra food would obviously be a waste!
The waiter was a cultivator at the innate level, with a very accurate eye. He could tell that Brother Han was just a poor guy, and it was Xiao Pang who really paid. Therefore, although he was polite to Brother Han on the surface, his eyes were always fixed on Xiao Pang. After Brother Han finished announcing the names of the dishes, the waiter directly asked Xiao Pang: "Senior, do you want all these dishes?"
"I want them all!" Xiao Pang was too lazy to argue with Brother Han, and said lightly: "Bring a few more bottles of good wine!"
"Great!" Brother Han originally thought that Xiao Pang would reduce a few dishes, so he reported a few more dishes when announcing the names of the dishes, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't care at all. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, thinking, good, this time I finally met a fat sheep!
Little Pang also sneered in his heart at the same time: 'You fool who doesn't know when you are about to die, let this be your last meal! It's your death wine! '
When the waiter saw Xiao Pang said this, he didn't waste any words and went down to prepare it immediately.
Brother Han couldn't help but feel curious when he saw this. You know, the dishes he just ordered are worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and no ordinary foundation-building cultivator would be so generous. If someone else were to wear a tattered Taoist robe like Xiaopang, with nothing on him, and look poor, and order these dishes, the people at Wenxianglou would definitely be suspicious, fearing that you would default on the bill. But why did this waiter not suspect Xiaopang, a guy dressed like a country bumpkin, at all?
Thinking of this, Brother Han smiled tentatively and said, "Junior Brother Song, it seems that the people at Wenxianglou are very familiar with you? Have you been here before?"
"I just come here to drink occasionally!" Xiaopang replied lightly. In fact, he was not telling the truth at this time. Since Xiaopang entered the fifth level of Xiantian, he often came here to consume, and he always ate good meals and drank good wine. Before leaving, he also bought a lot of fine wine and delicacies. At the beginning, he was also suspected by others, and he even had to pay the bill before eating and drinking. But after a few visits, the people up and down the Wenxianglou were no longer suspicious, and they completely treated this generous fat man as a master. Not to mention that he ordered more than a dozen dishes today, even if he ordered dozens of dishes, no one would ask more questions.
Brother Han saw that Xiaopang didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions. After a while, a lot of dishes were served. It's convenient to be a cultivator. If you use ordinary fire to cook, so many dishes will take a while, but Wenxianglou uses the real fire of cultivators to cook dishes, and the pots are specially refined magic tools, which are so fast to cook. More than a dozen dishes were finished in almost no time.
After the dishes came, they filled the wine again, and then they left very consciously. Leaving room for the two to talk.
Xiaopang was worried about his parents' whereabouts, so he naturally couldn't eat, but Brother Han was not like that. He was like a starving ghost reincarnated, grabbing with both hands, and wolfing down the wine and food on the table. His rude appearance made the juice drip everywhere, making it difficult for Xiaopang to eat. Helpless, he could only let him eat, and Xiaopang just drank coldly on the side.
In this way, Brother Han ate for a quarter of an hour before he stopped eating reluctantly with a burp. After drinking a glass of thirty-year-old Baihua wine, he fell on the chair contentedly and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm so full. I haven't eaten so happily for a long time!"
Seeing that he finally stopped, Xiaopang put down the wine glass calmly and said lightly, "Brother Han, have you finished eating?"
"I've finished eating!" Brother Han said with a smile.
"Then can we talk about business?" Xiaopang said solemnly.
"Ah, of course, of course!" Brother Han gradually became serious after hearing this, and then sat up seriously and said to Xiao Pang: "Junior Brother Song, this deal is very simple, 500,000 spiritual stones, I will give you the place where your father's remains are!"
"500,000 spiritual stones is not a problem!" Xiao Pang said lightly: "But how do I know whether what you said is true or false?"
"500,000 is not a problem?" Brother Han regretted it when he heard this, and without saying a word, he slapped himself first, and then said with a bitter face: "Junior Brother Song, I just said something wrong after drinking. It's not 500,000, but 1.5 million spiritual stones."
"I'll give you 250!" Xiao Pang sneered.
Brother Han was overjoyed when he heard this, "Two and a half million? Oh my, thank you so much, Junior Brother!"
"Don't be in a hurry!" Xiaopang sneered, "You have to let me know whether the news is true or not first, right?"
"It must be true. The necklace I gave you is the evidence!" Brother Han said hurriedly.
"That's shitty evidence. Maybe you bought it on the street!" Xiaopang sneered.
"How is that possible!" Brother Han immediately explained anxiously, "I swear I didn't lie to you! If you can't find it, you can come back and settle with me?"
"Hmph, Cangmang Mountain is a million miles in radius, and there are millions of cultivators. How can I settle with you!" Xiaopang was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he said directly, "Stop talking nonsense. If there is no further evidence, I can't just give you so many spirit stones based on a necklace!"
"This~" Brother Han was immediately worried when he heard it. He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, you are forcing me. I really don't have any further evidence! How about this, I will take you there myself?"
"Hey~" Xiaopang looked at him with a smile and said, "Do you think I am an idiot? If I follow you, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the remains of my parents. First, they will fall into the hands of the evil sect. Then you can exchange them for a fifth-grade magic weapon, right?"
"Hey, there is no such thing! There is no such thing!" Brother Han smiled and apologized.
"Let's put it this way!" Xiaopang was too lazy to argue any more, so he changed the subject and said, "Tell me how you found the remains of my parents first?"
"This is it!" Brother Han Dao then said sincerely, "It was one morning about 20 years ago. I was looking for spiritual medicine somewhere in Cangmang Mountain, and suddenly I found a fierce battle between high-level cultivators ahead. I was only at the initial stage of foundation building at that time, so how could I dare to approach a place where at least Jindan cultivators were fighting? So I was scared, afraid that I would be affected, and hurriedly found a place to hide. I hid for a long time before finally waiting for the cultivators in front to finish the fight and leave.
Brother Han continued, "I was curious at the time. I didn't know why there would be Jindan cultivators in such a place, so I came to the battlefield and found the bodies of two cultivators, a man and a woman, nailed to a tree. The male cultivator had a righteous face and the mark of the inner sect elite disciple of Xuantian Academy was on his robe. The female cultivator was beautiful and was also an inner sect disciple. They looked like a couple.
(To be continued)