"Can anyone tell me what happened in the Overworld?"

Zhao Xuanling kept thinking about what had happened in the world in the last few months.

But it's a pity that Rao wants to break his head, but he never remembers what happened recently.

"No, how do I feel like I'm out of touch with this world after I haven't seen him for a few months? It shouldn't be. Although my Daomen is in decline, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and there are many good people who are willing to pass on the highest national policies and regulations of the Ming Dynasty, as well as some information to us. But I've never really heard of any information about "mythology" organizations or anything like that in recent months. The corners of Zhao Xuanling's mouth were slightly certain, and he couldn't help but ask secretly in his heart.

This is the difference after the inconsistency in the position.

Sometimes, even if there is not much difference in strength between the two. But because of the different heights they stand on, the depth of information they get is inconsistent, so all kinds of jaw-dropping achievements can occur in the blink of an eye.

The appearance of the "myth" organization in Haizhou in the Ming Dynasty was covered by the high-level of the Ming Emperor Dynasty from top to bottom, except for a limited number of parties, it is estimated that only "half parties" like Yue Ding are qualified to know.

But just then, Zhao Xuanling looked at the side of him and insisted that this "local official" was really the person who had appeared in reality, and he wanted to speak and stopped, and his words flickered.

He had already thought in a blink of an eye that maybe the information that this person said before was a secret that belonged to the highest level of the Ming Emperor Dynasty!

Easily, not to mention those ordinary people, even among the six divisions of the Ming Dynasty, not necessarily many people can know!

"It seems that this political status in the Ming Emperor Dynasty is definitely not low!" Zhao Xuanling's eyes flickered, and in just a moment, he didn't know how many names were emerging in his heart.

"May I ask, then...... Why did you appear in Haizhou, and did you stop Luojiao again? And why did you use the code name "Diguan" in your name? And what you are practicing, is it "ability" or "martial arts"? And did you join the Mythology before us, or after us? ”

In the blink of an eye, one question after another came out of the mouth of Yue Ding, who was eager to try.

Even no one could see his face. But without exception, even the head of the high seat, especially like a clay sculpture and wood carving, has not said a word so far, and Lin Qing can also feel that this young man is interested in the "local official" itself after the reality appears.

And Zhao Xuanling, who originally wanted to ask Yue Ding something, also shut up in an instant.

Compared to exploring what the identity of "Yue Ding" is in reality. He is undoubtedly more interested in this "magistrate" who can come into contact with them head-on, talk casually, and even appear freely in the real world.

Although the "True Martial God" is at the top of the place, in his personal realm, it is clear that all the secrets of heaven and earth are in his heart. But even if Zhao Xuanling was crazy, he didn't dare to ask these questions!

And now there was a man with him who opened his mouth, and asked him all the things he wanted to know most. For him, it couldn't be better.

Be generous to others, fly with oxtail, and travel thousands of miles. Zhao Xuanling came out of a small sect of Taoism that could be extinct, and his front half of his body was poor and depressed for twenty, thirty or forty years. If he wants to support himself, he doesn't know how many times he has done such a thing, where will there be any psychological burden?

"Anyway, I don't need money, just listen to a little bit." Zhao Xuanling smacked his mouth, and snorted casually twice to prick up his ears, wanting to rub some light on the side.

"Hmm...... Information comes at a price. The amount of information represents the level of value. You want me to answer these questions, but at what cost? The "local official" shrouded in brilliance, there seems to be a mockery on the mask that can be seen vaguely.

And his harsh words, like the friction of two pieces of waste wood, echoed unhurriedly in the temple.

The two people on the side who listened were eager to smooth out the "waste wood" in this throat.

"Is this person's throat originally like this, or is there something wrong with martial arts? Why does it sound so dry? Coincidentally, such a thought flashed in their hearts at the same time, but looking at this hazy figure of the "local official", they didn't ask this sentence.

"But I want to remind you that there are some costs to the questions you are asking...... You may not be able to afford it with your net worth. Do you really want to ask? ”

"Hmm..." For a moment, Yue Ding's heart was restless and excited, as if he had been knocked down head-on by a basin of ice water, and not even a single flame was directly lit.

As the second son of the Duke of Fuguo, he was born noble, what kind of wealth he has not seen?

Not to mention the rest, just to say that in the past few months, in order to practice martial arts for himself, the family has not said that he has filled in a ten-story building, which is not far behind.

And this is just the first phase of his own martial arts project.

With the improvement of his martial arts realm, not only is the Fuguo Prince's Mansion betting, but even His Majesty in the palace has countless money rewards, and it is the kind that you don't have to give!

But such a monstrous wealth also depends on where it is displayed!

Ever since Yue Ding told his old father what he had seen and heard in the True Martial God Temple, the contemporary Fuguo Gong had secretly told him countless times.

Tell him that if he still has the opportunity to meet Zhenwu, then Yue Ding will definitely not be able to bring any bit of his aura to the Zhenwu Temple.

Outside, you are the second son of the Duke of Fuguo, but in the Zhenwu Temple, in front of the Zhenwu Emperor, does that emperor still care who you are?

If you should pretend to be a grandson, you have to pretend to be a grandson, and if you should be low, you should be low, and you should be low. And you must not use any language related to money and interests to defile the eyes of Emperor Zhenwu!

Opening and closing your mouth is money, profit, and the smell of copper.

Do you really think that when such a thing happens, the Procuratorial Department of the Daming Criminal Department can intervene in mediation, and then spend 80,000 Daming treasure banknotes and a pennant of "love for teenagers and help each other", and then everyone can 'release their previous suspicions' and 'shake hands and make peace'?

Believe it or not, people are just one finger to kill you, down to your father, to the six divisions, six departments and three mansions, and up to His Majesty the Ming Dynasty, you have to shout "Die well!" ”

"This ...... Look at what price I can exchange with you, you always look at it? In the blink of an eye, Yue Ding already remembered his status in this temple, and immediately blushed, and said angrily to the "local official" urn.