Take eating as an example, with his ultimate sense of taste, these foods carefully cooked by chefs with high-quality ingredients seem to be full of mistakes.

Not only can he taste the original earthy and bloody energy of the meat of the ingredients, but he can also feel the mixed taste in the soup.

As he chewed, millions of smells turned into information and flowed into his brain, so how could he have the joy of eating?

The same is true for vision. A woman with a good appearance caught Tang Luo's eyes. The powerful visual system seemed to be able to slice the human body, and all the subtle asymmetry was enlarged in the line of sight. Why is it said that people can't stand the careful view? After the vision is so strong, Tang Luo has a deep understanding.

Being extremely sensitive does not make people happy. For Tang Luo now, insensitivity is often easier to obtain happiness and satisfaction than sensitivity.

After suppressing the six senses, the food in your mouth becomes delicious.

After storm the food on the table swept away the clouds, Tang Luo gracefully wiped his mouth with a square scarf, intending to see the strange headmaster in the west building.

Although Xiling was once prosperous, it was located in the border of Longzhou, and most of the people who came and went were merchants. He had only read things like Yiren Opera Troupes from books. It was rare to see living people, so he was still a little interested.

After all, the technical content of magic in front of warriors is much higher than that of dancers who twist their bodies.

But before he could walk out of the wing, he heard a riot downstairs. The originally noisy restaurant lobby suddenly became silent, and even the musicians stopped playing the piano.

The drinkers on the second and third floors all felt the inexplicable atmosphere. Some people close to the outside world stretched their heads out to find out, but when the ostentatious people were glimpsed at the group of Kunwu Chongzheng officials in black uniforms, they immediately shrank their heads back.

With the arrival of the two teams of arbitrators, Chunxianglou completely lost the atmosphere of joy. All the guests on the first floor stood honestly in the dance floor and did not dare to move. Even the prostitutes who were drinking became dignified girls with a solemn face.

It is actually very simple to make a living in Kunwu County. You can just follow a code, and the arbitrator is the embodiment of this code. Therefore, whenever arbitrators appear in groups, it means that someone will be in trouble.

The clever shopkeeper walked out with a sad face. Although he had known for a long time that he would definitely be retaliated by the arbitrator, it was unexpected that the other party would come so quickly.

And I just have to deal with a small shopkeeper like him, so there is no need to use such powerful power.

The nervous shopkeeper walked to the black-faced arbitration and said tremblingly: "Big... Sir, little... The little one comes from the head, please be sure to give up with ease."

A shopkeeper surrendered for no reason, which attracted the attention of others in the queue. The black-faced arbitrator's face became even darker. He couldn't figure out how there would be such a stupid shopkeeper.

Even if I really hold a grudge, I can't bring two teams to Chunxianglou to find trouble. I'm not a lunatic!

He waved his hand and pushed the shopkeeper who was blocking the aisle to the side. The arbitrator said with a dark face: "This time the Holy Son is traveling to pick up his friends, it has nothing to do with your Chunxianglou. Just play music and dance, don't ruin the Holy Son's interest!"

As the arbitrator said something, the drinkers in the hall realized that the reason so many arbitrators came to a small Chunxiang Tower was not to shock the bandits, but to serve as guards for the Holy Son.

No wonder the arbitrators lined up in two rows, and the drinkers suddenly realized, and then stretched their necks and looked forward to it.

After all, the saint son of this generation is Bu Xiao, who is known as the Little Saint King. In the future, he will at least be the lord of the peak of Wusheng Mountain. Such a person may only be seen by them when he was young, so every drinker does not want to miss it. It seems that just a glance is enough to become a capital to brag about in the future.

The solemn arbitrator stood in two rows, a tall and tall young man appeared at the end of the queue, walking calmly in the middle of the road, with long purple hair hanging behind him in a disorderly and orderly manner, his handsome facial features were like a fairy who was exiled to the dust. Just from a distance, people unconsciously lowered their heads and felt ashamed of themselves. Even the prostitutes in Chunxianglou couldn't help but breathe when they saw Bu Xiao's face.

People are lustful. A man like this is a handsome man. If a woman takes a look at him, she may have named his children in her heart.

Bu Xiao has experienced too many of these gazes in his life. Needless to say, in Kunwu County, he can feel the envy, obsession and awe in everyone's eyes with the halo of Wu Sheng Mountain.

But during the years he traveled around the world, he also felt the other side of the world, desire, jealousy, possession, destruction, etc. For him, as long as he was not a hostile gaze, most of them could be ignored.

Sitting down at a clean table, the two teams of arbitrators guarded all directions, as if he wanted to be an ordinary drinker except for his larger background.

But the guests in the building didn't dare to think so. Even if the arbitrator said everything was the same, they were still extremely reserved.

After all, most of the people who can come to Chunxianglou to consume are well-known families, and the arbitrator is the administrator of Kunwu County.

People's favors are indispensable in daily life. Even the young man who is not good at playing tricks will at least be taken to the arbitration office to be familiar with him. At least when a boy commits a crime, the arbitrator can show mercy.

Seeing the shopkeeper who was called uncle standing respectfully at the table of the Holy Son, the young men who were originally looking for fun must be honest at this time, so how dare they act rashly?

Not to mention them, even the piranhas on the stage have broken the strings and sounded several times. You can imagine how much pressure Bu Xiao’s appearance puts on Chunxianglou.

The prostitutes who were usually good at flirting and flattering were even more silent at this time. They were even more pure than the ladies of the aristocratic family. They tried their best to close their legs and stood gracefully beside the guests.

The good fireworks land turned into a strange standing playground. Everyone kept the most flattering smile on their faces, but they did not dare to look at the pilgrimage to Bu Xiao.

The so-called various forms of sentient beings are just the true self that appears in the face of power, which is really ugly.

Standing by the window, Tang Luo looked at the strings that had broken for the third time by the piano player, and shook his head helplessly. It would be better to go to the west building to see the Yiren performing earlier, at least the atmosphere there would not be so stiff.

To be honest, I sighed a little. After six years, I saw this direct descendant of Wu Shengshan again. The other party was already a saint-sect-level figure. Tang Luo, who had no idea about Wu Shengshan, subconsciously took out Xu Laoying and made a comparison.
Chapter completed!