Tianji Pavilion?

It sounded like the name of some secret agency, Nan Ming was a little interested, so he continued to ask.

That person knew everything, the existence of Tianji Pavilion was no secret in Wind Sword Continent.

It was the largest intelligence organization in the Wind Sword Continent, knowing the most and least known secrets in the world, and it was also the most powerful carrier pigeon in the cultivation world. Their eyeliner is all over the rivers, lakes and seas, and they can know and record any wind and grass in any place at the first time, record it, and pass it to the headquarters in Tianque Imperial City.

The pavilion master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion was a Great Cultivator of the Holy Realm named Xie Xinghe, a mysterious person who could not see the head and the end of the dragon, and almost no one had ever seen him make a move. However, over the years, the Tianji Pavilion, an all-pervasive and secret-minded organization, has not been uprooted, and the strength of this pavilion master has been seen.

"One day in Lancheng, the branch of the Machine Pavilion, only needs to spend a little Lingyuan, you can go there to exchange for a copy of the time book, and see the recent news. ”

The drinker said and shook his head, "But it's all something that everyone knows. Occasionally, there are a few anecdotes, and the trivial things of some rookie in the cultivation world are also written on it, and it is just a joke. ”

"Thank you, brother. ”

Nan Ming didn't get bored after listening to it, no matter what era it is, what kind of great changes have happened in the world, there will always be an agency to transmit information and gather intelligence.

An organization like Tianji Pavilion has always collected all kinds of unknown secrets in the world over the years, some of which even he doesn't know. There have been a few particularly outstanding ones who have been able to find some clues about themselves from the remnants of countless epochs, and thus write a record for themselves.

In those few records, he is always portrayed as a vicious super devil, and many things that are obviously not his work have been inexplicably recorded on his head.

In order to keep their intelligence work from going wrong, Nanming sometimes had to reluctantly do all those unnecessary things.

Out of a thirst for learning, and by the way, he often infiltrated the headquarters of such organizations, looking through their treasured files, and enjoying the strange stories of novels.

Of course, I won't say how this infiltration process was, anyway, no one found out about his existence in the end......

Drinking all the bad wine in the cup, Nanming left the tavern.

A group of people had somehow gathered in the market not far away, and he curiously leaned up to take a look, but there were people giving out porridge and water, and many ragged people were lining up to receive it, and the scene was a little chaotic.

The giver was none other than the girl who came into the city with him, Fu Huijing.

She still covered her face with a veil, she could not see her face, she held the porridge spoon in her hand, and handed it to the poor people spoonful by spoonful, and there was no pretentiousness between her words and deeds, and there was no trace of impatience in her words and deeds.

In Nanming's unique perspective, the girl's soul is shining, and although the light is still faint, it has already emitted a strange fragrance that is different from ordinary people.

It reminded him that a long, long time ago, he always had a soft spot for this kind of fragrant soul, not for eating, but for collecting.

In order to collect these gadgets, Nanming also opened several small shops specializing in soul trading, grabbing a mortal who can do business to be the store manager, and himself hiding behind the scenes, enjoying the souls they offered.

The more luminous the soul, the more beautiful it will be when made into a lantern.

There are still many such collections in his womb, but now it seems that they are all childish toys from his youth, and they are not worth mentioning.

Nanming, who was immersed in the unbearable past, didn't realize that someone had recognized him.

"Nanshang Immortal!"

An old man walked up tremblingly, with an excited expression of awe, and almost bowed his head, "You were in a hurry just now, and I haven't had time to thank you for saving your life, please accept the old man's gift." ”

"Little dog, don't hurry up and thank the immortals, if it weren't for the kindness of this immortal these days, your father and mother wouldn't be able to come back......" As he spoke, he pulled over a yellow-faced and skinny child, pressed the child's head and bowed down.

The people around immediately looked over, and some of them looked familiar, as if they were the people on the boat at that time.

He watched with interest as the little ants looked excited, and they hugged themselves in the middle like the stars holding the moon.

Someone talked about his deeds like a storyteller, and the sword that night that cut down the living corpse of Banjiang was passed on to him for 300 rounds of bloody battles, and these mortals who had never seen the world were thrilled, and their eyes gradually became full of reverence.

This feeling makes Nanming feel particularly novel.

He has become what others call "the righteous immortal of benevolence and righteousness, hoeing the strong and helping the weak", and the time book in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion also has its own glorious deeds circulating, I don't know if Wucheng, which is thousands of miles away, will also receive rumors.

This whim-of-the-moment role-playing game is getting more and more interesting. In this way, his true colors must not be exposed, otherwise he will not be able to play.

The time quickly came into the evening.

At night, the city was very quiet, because there was a plague outside the city, the gates were closed, and the merchants disappeared.

Nan Ming sat in the room, preparing to go out and kill the city lord silently, so that the birthday banquet two days later would justifiably be stillborn. He is accustomed to convincing people with force, and he really can't think of any good way to convince people with reason for a while, so he can only be so simple and rude.

But before he could go out, he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the rooftop, as if someone was walking on top like a cat, suppressing his breath and heartbeat, and clearly intending to do something sneaky.

He immediately jumped back on the bed, and the corners of his eyes hidden under the quilt were slightly curved, and he always felt that something good was about to happen.

Within a moment, a man in black slipped in from the windowsill.

The cultivation of this black-clothed man seemed to be more powerful than that of ordinary martial artists, and his gestures were almost silent, and the others in the surrounding rooms did not notice it at all.

But Nan Ming could still hear the man's breathing, approaching suddenly, his facial expression instantly relaxed, as if he was asleep, and there was still a trace of salivation on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, he felt a cold finger lightly touch his forehead, and a faint aura erupted out, like a sword stabbing into the spiritual platform in his brain.

- Is this man here to kill himself?

Nan Ming suddenly muttered in his heart, a little unsure what kind of effect such an attack should have on him.

Just when he was struggling with how to act next, he found that his body was light, and the man in black carried himself on his shoulder, and jumped out of the windowsill as he came.

Then there was a rush of running, and occasionally a brief moment in the air, the wind whistling in my ears.

Nan Ming secretly opened a crack in his eyes, and saw that the City Lord's Mansion that he had been to during the day was close at hand, and the guard at the gate seemed to open one eye and close one eye, allowing the man in black to carry himself into the mansion.