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The power of the castrated version is a complete mess, but its characteristics are perfectly preserved.
So Longwu Pavilion got its name.
"So isn't this just going around the bar?" Jiang Lu couldn't help but ask.
"Oh? Junior brother, the way you describe it is quite descriptive."
Henlie nodded thoughtfully, and then walked towards the gate of Longwu Pavilion:
"Anyway, let's follow my senior brother in first."
It can be seen that Hen Lie's status in Longwu Pavilion is indeed high. When the doormen on both sides saw Hen Lie coming back, they bowed and said: "Welcome Hen Lie back."
"No courtesy." Hen Lie smiled and stretched out his hand to hold up, while looking at Jiang Lu.
It seems to be saying:
Look, this is your senior brother's influence in Yunzhou.
The two doormen stood up and looked at Jiang Lu curiously.
That look made Jiang Lu feel a little uncomfortable.
Perhaps in their view, this was a newcomer that Tongcaomang had recruited from nowhere, so there was a slight sense of scrutiny in their eyes.
But just when Henlie was about to take Jiang Lu around first, a feminine and coquettish middle-aged man trotted over with his buttocks twisted.
It turned out that this was Sang, the father of Longwu Pavilion. After he heard that Hen Lie had returned, he rushed over immediately, pulled Hen Lie aside and whispered in a low voice.
After a brief explanation, Dad Sangcai said with a sad face: "She seems to be in a bad mood. You have to find a way to coax her out."
Hang Lie smiled bitterly: "How can I coax her? I haven't even won the championship, so I don't know where to start even if I want to coax her. With a person like her, do you still expect me to keep her stable by relying on gold, silver, or selling my body?"
"Oh, she sat in room number one half an hour ago. If you had come back earlier, maybe you could still have made it. But now, she doesn't even want to listen to her favorite little songs. It's a sin..." Baba-san had a sad face and complained in a sharp voice.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Lu came over and asked curiously.
"Eh?" Dad Sang noticed him now, squinted his eyes, reached out and patted Jiang Lu's chest: "This is a good seedling."
"Don't make trouble." Hen Lie protected Jiang Lu and slapped Papa Sang's hand away: "This is my junior fellow student from my former sect. He came to Yunzhou to visit relatives and see me. Don't try to meddle with him again."
Dad Sang pursed his lips and rolled his eyes: "Death look~ Can I still eat him?"
Jiang Lu had goosebumps all over his body.
I thought that if Lie Lie could thrive in this kind of working environment, he was indeed a master of all-breeding.
"Then your junior fellow apprentice..." Papa Sang rolled his eyes: "Does he work part-time?"
"We'll talk about this later." Hen Lie rubbed his temples with a headache: "The most important thing now is to stabilize that person."
When this was brought up, Dad Sang suddenly lost interest and eagerly shied away: "Anyway, I've done everything I can, and the rest is up to you."
After saying that, he turned to leave. When he thought of something, he turned to cast a matchmaker eye on Jiang Lu: "Our Immortal Sect disciples are very tight here. The Pavilion Master also provides subsidies and generous remuneration. Remember to contact me if you need it."
Although they are two different worlds, they have the same origin after all. After development, it is like a road of cultivation, with different paths leading to the same destination.
If we change the term "Xianmen" to "Xianmen", this description by Baba-san is tantamount to "innocent male model, passionate catwalk".
It seems that all successful people have surprisingly similar hobbies.
While thinking about whether to launch a show here, or call it a work-study program, Jiang Lu asked Henlie: "What's going on?"
"It's the rich woman I just mentioned who gave me the mission."
Henlie sighed:
"Her information channels are terrifyingly fast. We had just sat in President Yun's study half an hour ago, and she had already learned that I had not won the position of leader, and she came over to investigate.
She is already difficult to deal with, and I accidentally left her alone for half an hour. I'm afraid she will lose her skin this time. "
"So serious?" Jiang Lu was stunned: "I just stopped serving you."
"Look at you, have you forgotten the teachings that senior brother just gave you?"
Henlie shook his head:
"She is my biggest customer and the one I want to climb to. If I don't serve her, then who will make up for my lack of connections and resources?"
Jiang Lu thought for a while and said confidently: "If that doesn't work, you take me there, and my junior brother will take care of things for you."
"you?"
"Why do you look down on people?" Jiang Lu was angry: "If you can't get the leader, aren't you just relying on my gift?"
"I thank you." Hen Lie had no better idea, so he had to agree first and take Jiang Lu upstairs to the private room where the rich woman was.
Jiang Lu actually has a stereotype of self-made rich women.
In his opinion, this kind of rich woman should be the kind with a fat head and big ears, wearing a gold chain and a big bracelet, holding a bowl of big tonic soup, slapping you in the face, and threatening and tempting you to "give it to me!" image.
But he never thought that after Hen Lie opened the door, what caught Jiang Lu's eyes was a man leaning against the window, holding a wine glass, looking listlessly and melancholy at the scenery outside the window, with vicissitudes in his eyebrows and white hair. But she is also a graceful woman with the appearance of a young girl in her late teens.
"Mrs. Han, I'm back." Henlie smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and stepped forward to ask her for more wine.
But the other party moved his fingers slightly and turned the rim of the wine glass to one side, avoiding the spout of the wine pot.
She didn't look back, her eyes were drooped, her cold profile exuded an aura of keeping strangers away from her, and she said calmly: "I'm well-behaved, but I'm not very capable."
"Uh..." Hang Lie immediately looked embarrassed.
"I've been waiting for you for almost an hour." She continued.
"I'm sorry." Hang Lie was sweating and lowered his head and replied: "I didn't know you came back. I was..."
"It's okay, no need to explain."
Hang Lie breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you..."
"Anyway, you and I will have nothing to do with each other from now on."
Mrs. Han stood up, put the wine glass on the window sill, turned around to leave, and never glanced at Hen Lie again.
Only then did the latter understand that Mrs. Han was going to kick him, and of course she would no longer care about why he came back late.
Hen Lie's expression changed and he said, "Mrs. Han, please stay."
"Anything else?"
He originally didn't intend to let Jiang Lu get involved, but now that things have reached this point and it seems irreversible, he has no choice but to bite the bullet and become a live doctor.
"Although I didn't win the championship, I brought the leader to you!"
Mrs. Han turned her head and glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"You mean this person at the door?"
"Yes, this is my junior brother." Hen Lie smiled humbly: "Junior brother, come in quickly."
Because Hen Lie asked him not to come in yet, Jiang Lu kept hiding at the door and peeping. Knowing that the other party had discovered him a long time ago, he simply showed up openly.
"I don't call this person, my name is Jiang Zhimo."
But Mrs. Han obviously didn't understand his nonsense and had no interest in understanding it: "I don't care what your name is."
Jiang Lu showed a confident smile: "But I do care about your name."
But as soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong. The other party seemed to be calling Mrs. Han...
Hen Lie came over and pulled his sleeve, scolding him in a low voice: "Do you think you are funny?"
Mrs. Han's face was expressionless and indifferent.
She said like a treasure: "In the first round, you first lifted up a piece of black iron, and then smoothed the magic weapon of the Yunying Chamber of Commerce. In the second round, you made the puppet have intelligence. In the third round, you suppressed the painting skills. Bishuang from Yunyan Tower won the championship in the end, right?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Lu was a little surprised.
It seemed that the other party's information channel was indeed terrifying. She knew everything in such a short period of time. I'm afraid someone here told her just after the game over there.
"Something, but not much."
Mrs. Han said to Jiang Lu condescendingly:
"Let's do this. I'll give you a chance to perform. If you can show a performance that far exceeds your level in the selection, then I will take back my words about throwing away your senior brother."
"Well..."
Jiang Lu looked at Mrs. Han, then at Hen Lie who was full of hope, and finally nodded helplessly:
"In that case, let me give you some unique skills."
"Special skill?"
"A famous Northeastern delicacy..." Jiang Lu's eyes were determined: "Stewed goose with iron roots!!"
Chapter 151: The Spirit of the Halberd Eater: Jiang Lu Plays with Fire
“Northeastern China...stewed goose with iron root...”
A trace of confusion flashed in Mrs. Han's narrow eyes.
In the Jiuzhou Continent, Yunzhou is already very northeast, but she had never heard of this dish in Yunzhou, and what was even more confusing to him was that.
If I ask you to perform your talent, what can you cook with me?
But Jiang Lu had no intention of explaining.
It seemed that he planned to wait until the results were achieved before unraveling the mystery. He only said "Please wait a moment" and pulled Hen Lie out of Room No. 1.
Even Han Lie was a little confused about his actions: "What are you doing? People asked you to show off, so what famous dishes did you mention? And you stewed a goose with iron roots, which doesn't sound like a precious dish?"
"Poke it!"
Jiang Lu smiled crookedly: "Although the name doesn't sound very nice, the ingredients of top-notch Northeastern cuisine are all good things."
"Imprisonment?" Hang Lie thought for a long time and said, "I have never heard of any special criminal law targeting monks."
"No wonder." Jiang Lu shrugged: "So you are destined to live a relatively failed life."
"what?"
"Okay, don't worry about the rest. Let's go to the kitchen and I'll make you a famous Tokyo dish."
"Didn't we just show you the famous Northeastern dishes?"
"Yes, but it must use the traditional craftsmanship of the old capital."