Although the cod is steamed and there is still steaming on it, the cod meat gives people a cold feeling when it enters the mouth, making people feel cold. Then, after a slight coolness, a slight and silky feeling spread out in their mouths. Jiang Lin couldn't help but close his eyes.

"How is it?" Seeing Jiang Lin showing a look of enjoyment, Qinglong Siming asked hurriedly.

Jiang Lin did not immediately answer Qinglong Siming's words, but slowly chewed the cod meat in his mouth and drank all the wine in his glass in one sip. Then he opened his eyes and showed a look of nostalgia on his face and said, "I know now why there are so many monks in this Baihua Building."

"Haha, it seems that Brother Jiang has a good understanding. If you rely solely on beauty here, it will naturally be no different from other brothels, but with these dishes, you will be a monk who is pure and has no desires, and you will also be nostalgic to travel back and forth." Qinglong Siming laughed at Jiang Lin's answer.

"It's not easy for this master to cook dishes in combination with alchemy techniques." Jiang Lin said with emotion. That's right, Jiang Lin not only tasted the deliciousness of cod, but also ate such a bite of cod meat and a sip of wine. A spiritual energy actually rose from Jiang Lin's body, the same as when he was practicing with elixirs.

This forced Jiang Lin to look at this Baihua Tower with admiration. Although the monks valued the idea of ​​being out of the world and controlling the wind, to the bottom of the story, every monk would eat three meals a day like a mortal before fasting. He used these rare treasures of elixirs to cook dishes, and the taste was so good, and the effect of elixirs was also the effect of elixirs. Jiang Lin was indeed a little moved by the wonderful ideas of this Baihua Tower.

However, this is also related to Jiang Lin's never seen the world since he was a child. Jiang Lin, who can practice, has a bit of a lone monk. Therefore, Jiang Lin does not know that in fact, there is no lack of luxury in the world of cultivation, which is even more than the luxury of mortals.

After all, not everyone who becomes a monk is keen on practicing, and there are also many who are keen on enjoying because of their backers. For example, Yun Changsong, who was killed by Jiang Lin, is an example. Since a small Yu Changsong wants to enjoy, those who have better conditions than Yun Changsong are even more luxurious.

"It's not just that, I'm a fourth-grade alchemist." Qinglong Siming said with a smile.

"Fourth-grade alchemist?" Jiang Lin's face flashed with surprise. Although Jiang Lin did not become a disciple in the alchemy, he had to rely on his own exploration. However, during this year of living in the Qinglong Palace, Jiang Lin still knew some common sense in the cultivation world.

For example, alchemists and weapon refiners have their own grades, ranging from first to ninth grade. Although Jiang Lin can now refine a small dragon pill with a hint of spirituality, it is related to the spirituality of the dragon energy itself. If divided according to grades, Jiang Lin's level of alchemy is only about the second grade, but with family-borne Dharma Skills, Jiang Lin can refine fourth grade elixirs.

But even if you summarize, Jiang Lin can barely be considered a third-grade alchemist. Mo Yi, who had a transaction with Jiang Lin, should be a fifth-grade alchemist, so it is a bit difficult for the old chef to be sure. But a chef in a brothel was actually a fourth-grade alchemist, which surprised Jiang Lin.

You should know that the fourth-grade alchemist is enough to give some sects with medium strength or above to become alchemy elders. Even in the Qinglong Palace, he can still have an extraordinary status, but Baihua Tower is such an existence as a chef, which makes Jiang Lin a little confused for a moment.

At this time, on the east side of Baihua Tower, there was a pavilion more magnificent than Chunxiang Pavilion. The drunk Lin Fei was hugging a woman and starting to move. The woman's actions of wanting to refuse and greet her made Lin Fei's eyes become more and more hot.

Behind the screen in the pavilion, a woman in white clothes and a man in blood-red skull dress looked out of the screen. The woman's eyes showed a look of disgust, and the man looked cold.

"Have you found out?" Lin Fei, who looked more and more abnormal, lay directly on the woman and began to roar like a beast. The woman hugged Lin Fei tightly, and a sound of desolate sound came out of her mouth. The man in a skeleton suit asked faintly.

"The investigation has been made. The person who destroyed the plan is Jiang Lin. The specific cultivation level is unknown, and the place where he is a disciple is unknown. He is about eighteen years old. He has now reached the fifth level of the Qinglong Sect, and may be even higher. No one knows where he brought it back when the Lord of the Qinglong Hall was Qingling, who went to Beishuishan to seal the Demon Palace."

"I brought it back a year ago? It seems that a Supreme Elder Wan He died a year ago, right?" The man raised his eyebrows, then looked at the woman with a side face, and then blocked his eyes on the scene that was still going on in the attic.

"The cultivation level of Taoist Wanhe in the early stage of the tribulation was once obtained from ancient heritage. He mastered some wonderful methods and had a trump card called the Spirit-Fendering Mantra. It is said that people who were sealed with the Spirit-Fendering Mantra Wind Spirit will become ordinary people no matter how high their cultivation level is."

The woman bounced her fingers, and a pink fog passed through the screen and shot into Lin Fei's lumbar spine, whose face was already red. Lin Fei, who was originally loosening, suddenly stiffened his body, and Zhang Hong's face turned redder, and a feeling of having to burst made Lin Fei even more crazy.

The woman seemed to feel something, and her originally looked secretive, her moaning became even more gentle. Her body sucked on Lin Fei like an octopus, and she kept swaying her body in conjunction with Lin Fei's looseness.

"The man named Jiang Lin seems to be just an ordinary person from the outside, and is very similar to being hit by the Spirit-Fencing Spell. Could it be..." The man's face changed and he looked at the woman in horror.

"It shouldn't be. When you and I killed the bear demon, you and I saw him take action. Otherwise, we wouldn't pay attention to this person. Although I have never seen the Spirit-Fendering Mantra, even the Sect Master was afraid of Taoist Wan He's Spirit-Fendering Mantra. He could not have cultivating the Spirit-Fendering Mantra, so he could not be that person."

Hearing the man's words, the woman frowned, then shook her head, and did not let go, and looked at the scene outside the screen. The woman turned around and left, and a strange color flashed across the man's eye makeup, and then she left with the woman.

In the room outside the screen, Lin Fei was loosening faster and faster. The woman was slowly angry with a faint pink aura. When she smelled this aura, Lin Fei's face became crazy. Suddenly, Lin Fei's body paused, and then his whole body trembled unnaturally.

The woman under Lin Fei made a pleasant sound. Then, Lin Fei, whose face was flushed, his almost bleeding skin faded, and finally turned into a somewhat sickly pale body. Lin Fei's body gradually became soft, like a boneless earthworm.

Feeling Lin Fei lying on his body pressing softly on him, the woman under Lin Fei showed a trace of dissatisfaction. Then, Lin Fei, who was in a semi-unconscious, pushed away. The woman was not wearing any clothes, and sat cross-legged on the side naked, with a pink mist slowly surrounding the woman.

"Is it him?" The woman and the cold man who left the screen in Liuxiang Pavilion attic appeared behind Chunxiang's forehead. The screen was made of unknown material, and you could see the outside inside, but you could not see the inside outside.

At this time, outside the screen, Jiang Lin and Qinglong Siming were gradually relaxing, not knowing what they were saying, and Jiang Lin had a smile on his face. Qinglong Siming was dancing, as if he was telling some excited stories.

"That's right, it's him!" Seeing Jiang Lin outside the screen, a blood-red sharp light flashed in the cold man's originally cold eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qinglong Siming, who was excited, saw Jiang Lin pausing for a moment, then looked at a carved screen in the room with confusion. Qinglong Siming also looked over, and Qinglong Siming, who did not say anything strange, patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder and asked.

"Oh, nothing." A look of confusion flashed across Jiang Lin's face, and then he shook his head. Qinglong Siming started drinking and eating, but Jiang Lin began to be wary.

Because just now, Jiang Lin felt a trace of murderous intent coming from the screen behind the wall, so Jiang Lin turned his head to see it. However, when Jiang Lin went to see it, the fighting intent disappeared again. Because the murderous intent was very weak and the time it appeared was very short, Jiang Lin was not sure if it was his own illusion, but he secretly began to be careful in his heart.

"What a keen insight, you can restrain your breath. This screen is made of a hundred-year-old sunken sea wood with other materials, so it can present this mirror effect. However, this screen can block our breath, how did he discover it..."

Seeing the reward turn over, a light flashed through Jiang Lin's eyes, as if he had discovered something. The woman reminded the cold man, but after the reminder, the woman showed a puzzled look on her face, and then she couldn't help but look at the man.

"I can't tell his cultivation level, but he has such a keen insight. This person named Jiang Lin is not weak, so be careful when dealing with him in the future. Who is the person next to him?" The cold man said with a serious expression. Looking at Jiang Lin's gaze through the screen, he dared not have any other expressions.

"Qinglong Siming, the son of Qinglongyang, the prince of Qinglong Kingdom. The brother of Qinglongjing you designed, has a slut in the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, and is a slut." The woman said.

"I originally thought that the conflict between the Prince's Mansion and the Nalan family could be created and the Qinglong City was in chaos, so we could take the opportunity to take advantage of the troubled waters. Unexpectedly, they were all destroyed by this guy. Has the news in the picture been found out?" The man glanced at Jiang Lin again, and then the two of them turned and left.
Chapter completed!