Chapter 459

Name:The Martial Son-in-law Author:姒念
In addition to the girls, there are at least four early builders at the site.

The rest of the guests, qingyishuier Qi peak period cultivation.

Since the three of Zhang Chu entered the rest station, the sight from all directions showed naked examination and bad, and even an inexplicable hostility.

The middle-aged female staff at the rest station didn't feel anything different. After closing the door, they took Zhang Chu and his three to a window seat.

"What would you like to eat?" After all, the enthusiasm of working in such a place has long been dissipated. It's not easy to lose face. How dare you expect a service attitude that makes you feel at home.

This is the only highway leading to Tianshan Mountain. The distance between rest stops is as short as more than 100 kilometers and as long as four or five hundred kilometers.

In other words, within a hundred Li radius, there is no commercial activity except this rest station. If you like to eat, you can rest, or you will go away. At least no one with a sound mind will pay attention to the quality and attitude in such a rare place.

Zhang Chu and Zhao Tang are OK, but they can't eat.

Considering that Qin Sitong didn't have a proper meal all day, Zhang Chu ordered three plates of high-quality and cheap fried noodles, plus a plate of yak meat, which cost a total of 500 yuan.

It's a rare commodity. If it's too expensive, drive a few hundred kilometers to the next rest station. Maybe it will be more expensive.

The speed of serving the meal was OK. It was served in less than ten minutes. The color, flavor and flavor of the noodles were all incomplete. The noodles were dry noodles bought in the supermarket. The more they ate, the more they became. In the end, they turned into a lump. Qin Sitong frowned. But I still have to eat. There are no five-star hotels around here.

"Brother Chu, it's a little strange." Zhao Tang suddenly came over and whispered.

"What do you say?" Zhang Chu pretends to be careless and eats yak meat.

"There are so many people sitting in the hall that we are eating. You see, their tables are empty." Zhao Tang used Yu Guang to scan the empty tables of other guests.

So that's it.

Zhang Chu lightly shrugged: "nothing, just afraid of being poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Zhao Tang Leng for a moment.

"Ha ha, after all, this is the only way to Tianshan Mountain. Most of the practitioners here are preparing for the promotion of the hermit sect. The guests in this rest station are probably from the same family. For the sake of safety, they can't accept the food without explanation. If you win, you will lose a lot. "

Hearing Zhang Chu's explanation, Zhao Tang was worried: "should we be more careful?"

"No Zhang Chu shook his head and said with a relaxed face: "being too careful is just to scare yourself. Ordinary poisons are of little use to the practitioners. The poisons that can really poison the practitioners are all elaborately refined by the special poison refining sect. If you come across a master of poisoning, don't talk about eating, I'm afraid that if you catch a few breaths, you may be poisoned. "

"Yes, it's too low-level to poison food." No longer worried, Zhao Tang picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of yak meat in his mouth. Although it was not delicious, it was not bad. It was meat after all. For men, even meat cooked in clean water is a good thing.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was closest to Zhang Chu suddenly laughed: "young man, he is young, but his cultivation is so advanced. I don't know where he came from."

The middle-aged man, in his early 40s, has thin cheeks, deep concave eyes, big bean eyes, and a well groomed goatee on his chin. He is indescribable or shrewd.

The cultivation of middle-aged men also reached the early stage of foundation building, and naturally they could feel Zhang Chu's true cultivation.

Looking at the whole secular world of practice, it is very rare for middle-aged men to take the initiative to ask.

Recently, several major events have happened in Dongzhou, which has made it famous. To be honest, the other party will immediately guess Zhang Chu's real identity.

In order to be on the safe side, Zhang Chu did not answer according to the facts, but wrote lightly: "he was born lowly and learned by himself."

Hearing this answer, the middle-aged man laughed and didn't go deep into it.

No one is a fool. An ordinary practitioner may be able to reach the peak of Qi training, but if he wants to go further and break through the bottleneck, he just depends on his talent and the day after tomorrow's efforts, he is just a fool. All the practitioners who can break through the bottleneck are born in a famous family with unimaginable background or wealth.

Those practitioners with good luck enter the right sect. With the promotion of the sect, one person will get the right way, and the dog and the rooster will ascend to heaven. Naturally, they can also break through the realm.

But this has been promoted to the hermit sect.

If you live in the secular world of practice, but have the foundation period of cultivation, its background financial resources, absolutely reached a very terrible situation.

And the top circle, in fact, is so big. When you name it, you basically know it.

Since Zhang Chu didn't want to talk about it, the middle-aged man didn't ask. As soon as the conversation turned, he said with a smile, "after all, it's still a long way from Tianshan Mountain. Don't delay on the road."

After Zhang Chu's reply, Zhao Tangxian was not happy: "the boss didn't say anything. You are a little worried about eating salty radish, aren't you? I'm afraid it's not your turn, even if it's an order to leave. "

The middle-aged man waved his hand again and again: "ha ha, how do you say that? I don't mean to give orders at all. Actually... The guest rooms of the rest station have been reserved. There is no room left. Even the hall is fully enclosed. Do you want to spend the night in the car? "

"Is it round? So many of you? " Zhao Tang eyebrows pick, obviously do not believe the middle-aged man's lies.

"What are you talking about! If there is no place, there will be no place. Don't think that if there is a monk in the middle of foundation construction, you can compete here! " By the door of the woman, impatient Jiao drink up, temper that call a dry.

"Well, you don't count!" Zhao Tang naturally won't be frightened by a woman.

The woman rubbed a stand up, a word not to open dry.

Fortunately, the companion was quick eyed and pulled the woman down, then called the staff and asked in a deep voice, "how much is the rest station?"

Female employees have been working here for half a lifetime. They have never seen anyone before, and they don't talk too much. They just say, "100000!"

For the whole rest station, 100000 yuan is also the price of conscience. After all, it costs more than 100 yuan to eat a plate of bullshit fried noodles here.

One of the gentle practitioners stood up, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR Code: "turn around, today the rest station can only receive us."