"That's fine!"

Black Pengzi's skin is dark, round and fat, and smile and goodness are with a little arrogance: "At present, there are 19 tenants and 36 servants in the Heipeng Inn, and then three dreamers and them. The servant can set off, and will be able to go to Zhongzhou in about a month... Of course, you are a dreamer and you can live in a good room!"

"Servant?"

Fang Yuan is slightly surprised.

"Of course... not all dreamers are as lonely as the guests. Now, in this world, the dreams of the big family, even the most basic dreamers, which trip is not with a few Wu Zongshi?"

Hei Pengzi snorted: "There are more wives and wives, and they are serving with them. These people, but they rely on resources to build up, and want to have great achievements, hehe..."

Between words, it is quite disdainful, but it seems to be very optimistic about Fang Yuan, a monk.

Fang Yuan listened, but it was a smile in his heart.

This is not because he does not have the mind in this regard, but it is really shallow and shallow, and there are not many people who use it.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, a virtual sacred dreamer will actually have no followers, which is completely proof of pure intentions.

Not much to say at this time, directly into your room, you can see a lot of space, bedroom, living room, and even quiet room are all available.

Of course, the house is still not available.

After all, it is in the sky, there must be taboos, but there are public houses and special chefs.

If the customer is not happy, they can also rent the house to use, the service is very comprehensive.

‘If Huo Qing’s kind is a solo traveler, then He Pengzi has a bit of a bigger and stronger taste... In time, maybe it’s really something to be done...’

Fang Yuan opened the window and looked at the wind and blue sky from the outside world, thinking silently.

......

It was late at night and it was time for dinner.

Most of the dreamers are quiet, rarely go to the inn hall to dine, mostly to the room, and by the way with the maid Ji Yun drinking, happy like a fairy.

Fang Yuan did not have such treatment. He came to the lobby and ordered a meal.

The speed of the folks is very fast, and there is also the cultivation of Yuanlijing. It should be the servant of Hei Pengzi. At this time, he is doing the chores, but his face is not indifferent and insulting.

"Guest, the daily meal is a side dish, not collecting money, of course... If the guests still want to eat, you can tell the house to do another work, or send a servant to the house to do so, this will have to collect money! ”

This servant seems to be in his thirties, but Wu Zong is not very old. Fang Yuan estimates that he is at least 60 years old. At this time, there is a white towel on his shoulder, which is very flexible. It is quite a style of running.

"No, these are enough!"

Fang Yuan nodded and sent him down.

At this time, there were not many people eating in the lobby. He occupied a corner alone and he enjoyed himself.

The food is very rich, three dishes and one soup, the soup is chicken soup, the taste is very delicious, it is very appetizing, Fang Yuan has experience, and once I taste it, I know that this chicken is fed with special Lingmi, it is not a small one.

The other three, a mushroom greens, a dish of meat, and a plate of stir-fry, the taste is very good, it is even better than the royal kitchen found in Yuanwu mainland, can not help but chopsticks, eat a few bowls of rice.

"The rice of this staple food is made of cloud pearl rice, which can be included in the list of mysterious products. It is also very good. Unfortunately, compared with the yellow rice, it is still a little worse..."

After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan touched his stomach and satisfied with a sigh.

"Huang Wei Mi is the spiritual thing of the mysterious product. It is of great benefit to me and other dreamers. It is very harsh in growth conditions. It is rare in the five major leagues. I am afraid that only the Dagan royal family can supply a large quantity. Unfortunately, for me, it is the most impossible way to get it!"

At this moment, a soft voice floated over.

"Thank you for this girl!"

When Fang Yuan turned his head, he immediately saw a woman wearing a green dress, like a beautiful woman. She smiled and saw him look over, and her face was red.

"Under the Yuan, unknown girl name?"

Fang Yuan haha ​​smiled and asked directly.

"The little girl Liu Mengmei is the person of Liuzhou in Zhongzhou..."

This Liu Mengmei looked at the soft and weak, and the speech was also whispering, very gentle and decent.

"It turns out!"

Going out, the most taboo is shallow, and Fang Yuan respected a glass of wine, and that's it.

I have to say that the wine in this inn is also good, the color is green and blue, and the mouth is pleasant. Fang Yuan only drank a few cups, and it has already been somewhat awkward.

He is not a greedy person, this amount is just right, immediately got up and returned to the room.

Liu Mengmei looked at his back, smiled softly, and returned to the room.

"Saints!"

In the room, two Tsing Yi maids had already waited and went straight to the ceremony.

"Well, that person really wants to go to Zhongzhou. We will arrange it one step ahead of time and immediately receive the miraculous effect..."

Liu Mengmei slowly said: "It is only that he is very high-minded, easy to approach, and this place is also sheltered by Hei Pengzi, can not just do it, and broke his rules! Give me the cloth of the nine lotus lights into the soul! I am in a dream Will meet him!"

"Follow!"

The two maids immediately squatted and went down.

Among the dreamers, there are too many ways to kill people without seeing blood.

Moreover, the mutual smothering of the Holy Lotus and the Alliance League, as long as they do not violate the basic rules, or harass other guests, it is expected that the Black Pengzi does not dare to intervene!

Liu Mengmei smiled slightly and came to the center of the nine long-lighting lights. He was hand-printed and sat down with a sacred color on his face: "Dise!"

Hey!

Around the flames of the Changming Lantern suddenly lit up, a secret wave of volatility came out.

......

Within the room, Fang Yuan sits cross-legged and looks relaxed.

"Yes, good! This house is constructed with Lingmu, and it is combined into a small array, with the effect of gathering yuan, shielding, etc... Even the entire inn is a huge implement. The owner of each room has a small permission, and the final core is still in the hands of Hei Pengzi!"

I can only see this by his rumors.

But one thing is certain, that Hepengzi is not only imaginary, but also has the attainments of the sect.

When he came to this cultivation, the array of methods that he had arranged could already produce a highly intelligent genius, and even if he did not need to be hosted, he would automatically maintain his operation and exert 10 to 10 powers!

However, if Hei Pengzi really moved something, then there is only one end, that is, the dozens of dreamers in the inn joined forces to kill the slag.

With this deterrent, coupled with the notarization of the spirits, all the way to security and privacy, there is basically no problem.

"Just... that woman, Liu Mengmei?"

Fang Yuan touched his chin and his face flashed a smile.

Although the other side is well concealed, there is no such thing as a dream, but he has a feeling.

Needless to say, it was too coincidental that the woman was entangled in the Qin family's deliberately leaking breath.

"To fight high above the sky, endangering the safety of dozens of dreamers, I think this saint is not so courageous... The only possibility is to compete in the traditional means of the dreamer!"

Fang Yuan has a well-thought-out, closed his eyes, and entered a deep level of entry.

......

The night is deep.

Fang Yuan’s true spirit is in a dream, and suddenly feels a wave of fluctuations.

"When is it really? Can't wait!"

There was a sneer on his face: "I can pass this inn and ban, but it's still a bit of a skill, just dare to break into my dreams? If you really send the sheep into the tiger's mouth, um, this woman is better than Menglian. Already in the real world of sacredness!"

At the border of dreams, a layer of misty fog has emerged.

This situation is very obvious, that Liu Mengmei is really not good, even want to sneak into his dreams.

Nai Fangyuan has eight guards of swords. If it is launched at this time, it will inevitably make this woman's heart hurt and eat a big loss.

"But... this is not in line with my original plan!"

Fang Yuan carefully sensed that he had already seen this fatal eyebrows with his feet: "A virtual sacred one, is there a different kind of help?"

With a wave of his hand, the eight-sword sword suddenly converges, letting the fog invade, and the real spirit is dizzy, almost falling into a dream.

‘Set the timing, once more than a quarter of an hour, I did not wake up, the eight-sword sword array immediately started, killing the enemy! ’

In the moment before the drowsiness, according to the three corpses and seven killings, a subtle thought was separated and attached to the eight-sword array.

Both physical and spiritual aspects are guaranteed. Fang Yuan has no worries and is prepared to play with this saint.

"A district has a realm of realm, and even dared to come to my home, even if it has the help of different treasures, it is still too arrogant..."

When he thought of a move, he immediately fell into a dim vortex.

......

In the morning, Jin Jinhui fell.

Under the green hills, the rooster screamed, and in a small village, suddenly began to get angry.

"The sky will be reduced to the people, so people must first bitter their minds, work their muscles and bones, hungry their body, empty their bodies, do what they do, so they are heart-to-heart, and they can't do it..."

In a thatched cottage, a clear reading sound came out.

With a bang, the door opened, a beautiful woman with a gentle color came out, although she was only twenty years old, but she had already combed the woman’s shackles. Two eggs with warmth and warmth on the face, with a happy color on his face: "The rhubarb is really awkward!"

Quickly sprinkled a few glutinous rice **** for reward.

Immediately, he began to chop firewood, boil water, and cook. Although the weather was cool, the forehead still showed signs of sweat.

Farm life is inherently very difficult, not to mention supporting a scholar.

When the morning light is bright, I will have breakfast, but a pot of porridge, two bowls, one thick and one thin, add a boiled egg in the thick bowl, think about it, add another one, This came to the partial room: "Fu Jun, it is time to eat breakfast!"