The drunken guest house is a restaurant, and there are also rooms that can be used as inns.

The people of Mingyue City know that the largest, most gorgeous, and at the same time the most expensive restaurant in the center of the city is the drunken guest house.

It was close to noon, and it was meal time.

Although it is expensive to drink in a drunken house, it is not easy to get a table that can be used to drink at this time.

In a private room on the fourth floor, a strong man in a black robe sat like a mountain.

At this time, Xiao Yi was comfortably drinking the famous wine of the Jade Silkworm Continent, Snow Bamboo Aging, and eating a variety of famous local delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Then listen to some kinds of news, see some beautiful scenery, and from time to time in the mouth "sloppy!" "Don't be too happy.

He inquired directly about this place after a good night's sleep, and it was not yet time to make a handover.

"Qingzhu should be full of wine, and Hualou is good to climb!"

After drinking well, he actually jumped out of such a sentence, and then shook his head and reveled in his intoxication, and intuitively felt that the emperor of the Jade Scorpion Country was not as satisfied as he came at this time.

I want to get two more sentences of ink, but I can't find it when I search my stomach.

When he remembered the scene when his mother Long Qiaoling forced him to study when he was a child, his heart suddenly froze, and then he remembered the scene where Wang Xin and the snow clouds flew together, and after a sip, he came back to his senses from that artistic conception.

"I'll have to find a clever guy to inquire......," he began, deliberately paying attention to his surroundings.

Drunken Guest House is a large restaurant with four floors.

All are made of giant wood, painted with vermilion and inlaid with gold, decorated gorgeously, open and close, and the silk sound is endless.

Obviously, this boss has a lot of background, and it can be seen from the situation that it is almost full of customers.

"Little two?" He roared.

Someone outside the private room answered, and a thin boy of fourteen or fifteen years old hurriedly opened the door and trotted in.

“…… Two more jugs of this wine! ”

Xiao Yi squinted at the young man a few times, but no matter how he looked at it, this kid didn't have the kind of cleverness that Li Si had at that time.

Tsing Yi is short, with a towel on his shoulder, and a flattering smile on his face, he is indeed a drunk guest.

"Don't want to hear anything useful from this kid." He snapped up in an instant.

Xiao Er agreed and ran out again, and after a short time, he brought two more pots of wine.

"What else does the guest officer command?" The young man looked at his physique, first timid, and asked cautiously.

"Go, go!" Xiao Yi waved his hand in disgust, and the young man hurriedly withdrew, still frightened.

With Xiao Yi's divine sense, the conversation of the diners in the entire drunken guest house could not escape his ears at this time, and everyone's voices and smiles were also vivid, but none of them allowed him to find someone who could ask for news.

It was really Li Si who impressed him too deeply at that time.

But just when he was a little depressed, a movement a few hundred meters away on the street outside the drunken guest house immediately attracted his attention.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen diners in the drunken guest house who also began to change their expressions, obviously using their divine senses to investigate.

Only then did Xiao Yi discover that there were six realms of aura that were not lower than his own cultivation, and there were also some slightly weaker ones, such as condensing qi and building foundation realms.

Xiao Yi was taken aback, he was a little arrogant just now, and quietly restrained the aura around him a little.

The reason why he came here was not to covet his appetite, but to hear some local customs and trivial matters in such places, so as to facilitate his next activities.

In addition, I also want to find an idler like Li Si, this kind of person is often sent by some forces from all parties to inquire about the news and sell information, which is not only convenient for others, but also for his own family to get some benefits.

It's a pity he didn't come across.

The place that Xiao Yi paid attention to on the street was the exit of a small alley, which had caused a riot before.

It was a man in a yellow shirt, about thirty years old, who ran out of the alley desperately.

But as soon as Kankan ran to the center of the street, before he could drill into the crowd, a flying sword flashed coldly, and it shot out of the alley, and immediately inserted it into the back of the man's heart, revealing the tip of the sword from his chest, and the corpse fell to the ground and never moved again.

Frightened street passers, "Coax! They scattered and fled, leaving a foot or so, but no one had much to do.

Five men in yellow shirts were quickly chased down from the alley.

"It seems that this is a big force,......" Xiao Yi silently thought about the yellow-clothed people he met when he first came to Jade Silkworm.

One of them, who was obviously a leader with a seventh-layer cultivation of condensation, touched the dead man's body for a while, and then took out a roll of things and put them in his arms.

He glanced at the corpse with a sneer, and with a sigh of relief, he returned to the alley.

The four people around him were all about the fourth floor of condensation, and after a while, they ran out of the alley and entered another street.

At this time, Xiao Yi found that nearly ten people in the drunken guest house had immediately left the wine table, and walked out of the private room and the hall quickly, obviously chasing after them.

But the few people who were similar to Xiao Yixiu were leisurely and unmoved.

Monks of this realm, the movement within a radius of several miles cannot escape the detection of divine sense, unless there is a high-level monk deliberately protecting it.

But the level of the people who killed and robbed the goods was too low, and Xiao Yi's divine sense stared at him to death, and he had already seen that the object was a roll of leather.

"Treasure map?" He thought to himself, matching with some of the news he had overheard earlier.

At this time, several divine thoughts collided together, but they did not attack each other, they each got out of the way, and three of them still came from the drunken guest house.

Xiao Yi snorted, but remained unmoved and continued to drink.

But he had already risen to the idea of snatching the leather roll over and looking at it, and he knew that he was afraid that the monks in the restaurant who were also staring at the yellow-shirted men thought the same way.

The five yellow-shirted men entered a large mansion a mile away, and the plaque on the gatehouse read, "Fang Mansion!" "Two big words.

Half an hour later, Xiao Yi left the drunken guest house and returned to the inn room, but his divine sense still did not let go of the prying eyes of the other party's house.

In an inn in the southeast district, a mile away from his inn, Wang Xin held a copy of "Miscellaneous Tales of the Lotus Garden" in his hand.

The book was very thin, it was made of paper made of the best jade silkworm specialty, snow-capped mountains and green bamboo, and the book was halfway over, but she was not looking at it.

She bought it when she saw that it was well-made and copied neatly, but she still can't tell what is written in the book.

Most of her attention was on Xiao Yi.

If she wanted to, Xiao Yat would know her location immediately, but she didn't have that idea at all.

But everything Xiao Yi did fell into her eyes, including the things he paid attention to.

She also looked at the Fang Mansion, and it was not like Xiao Yi who was only staring at the few people who had obviously completed the task.

In the Fang Mansion, except for the subordinates and female dependents, most of them were dressed in yellow shirts, and the word fire was still on the waist card.

The five men reported to an old man in charge of the mid-foundation realm and left, and the roll of leather was handed over to a warehouse in the Fang Mansion.

There are three more of these leathers, which are packed separately in four purple wooden boxes, which together make a complete treasure map.

Of course, a fake picture is a fake picture, and it will never be true.

In addition to the monk in charge of the house, there was also a white-haired old man with a higher cultivation aura than this steward, dressed in a red robe, who was meditating and practicing in an underground secret room with a calm face.