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Shen Cong has already sold all the funeral goods of the Qian family on the black market, and this time he has earned a total of about 100,000 taels of silver, and it can be seen that the Qian family has really made a lot of money this time.

Because they are not the kind of family of the Wang family that has cultivated a five-grade powerhouse, the wealth of the whole family is only a few hundred thousand taels at most.

Over the past year or so, he has obtained a total of about 180,000 taels from the ancestral grave of the Qian family.

Among them, 20,000 taels are counted as the money won by their own gambling, 60,000 taels are used as profits, and the remaining 100,000 taels are regarded as their hard work every time they dig graves.

Anyway, he is also a second-grade powerhouse, and after shooting so many times, it is not too much to count 100,000 taels.

Shen Cong is not a particularly cautious person, digging more than a dozen times is enough, and he will no longer trouble the Qian family in the future.

I bought a few large meat buns, returned to the blacksmith shop, had a beautiful breakfast, and listened to the blacksmiths show off their hearsay anecdotes.

Since ancient times, anyone who wants to achieve something on the road to martial arts must either have a solid family background and sufficient resources, or they have to work hard and look for opportunities everywhere.

How many can be like themselves?

There is no need to go anywhere, just stay in this small place, there is neither pressure nor danger, and the cultivation is still rising.

This is just like the girl in Qingyunfang, lying on the bed, without wasting the strength of Lao Shizi, the silver will flow by itself, which is quite similar.

How beautiful?

"I heard that Qingzhou Mansion is going to hold a martial arts conference to select talents for the imperial court, if you can have enough dazzling results in the martial arts conference, maybe you can enter the real martial arts division, or directly join the army and become an official."

"This is a rare event in the past few decades in Great Xia."

"It's a pity, the Qingzhou Mansion is too far away from us, we don't have that opportunity, and we don't have the one to go and see."

Shen Cong listened to it and was also quite interested.

"At the martial arts conference held by the state capital, there should be a lot of martial artists of the middle and third grades, and even martial artists of the upper third rank, right?"

However, he was only a little interested.

Because even if there is a strong one, it must be a referee on a high platform, and it is impossible to compete in martial arts, and a low-level martial artist fights, for himself, there is nothing too much to learn, and he has to run so far, in case he encounters any danger...

It's better to go to Qingyunfang to see the big throw, half two pieces of silver and a pot of tea, free refill, no charge for two or three hours, and from time to time to some um-hmm-ah accompaniment, isn't it beautiful?

After breakfast, Shen Cong was about to strike iron, but a familiar figure suddenly came outside the door.

"Yo, Elder Zhong, why did you come here in person?"

The steward's sharp eyes immediately bent over and trotted forward, and his chubby face was extremely flattering.

Zhong Linggu didn't look at him, just responded flatly, and then walked straight in front of Shen Cong, arched his hand and said:

"Master Xiao Shen, I don't know if this year, the senior who made the copper coin dart has ever been here?"

Shen Cong wanted to refuse, and he didn't want Zhong Linggu to disturb his peaceful life, but before he could speak, Zhong Linggu spoke again.

I saw him say sincerely:

"I really want to meet that senior, if Master Xiao Shen has clues and can introduce the old man, the old man is willing to give 10,000 taels of silver."

Shen Cong shook his head.

"It's not about money..."

"Fifty thousand taels! The old man gave 50,000 taels, just begging Master Shen, if you meet it, help me pass on the words, just say that the old man has some ancient books on martial arts, and if he wants to communicate with his predecessors, he really can't see it, and it doesn't matter. ”

"Hiss~! Fifty thousand taels! ”

Everyone present couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in unison.

Fifty thousand taels, it is difficult for these people to even see a thousand taels in their lives, but Shen Cong actually has fifty thousand taels now!

Or don't do anything, just pass on a word.

For a while, everyone's eyes were red with envy.

Shen Cong's mind moved slightly.

It seems that this Zhong Linggu really wants to find himself, and he is actually willing to pay 50,000 taels, just to find his own clues.

Good fellow, could it be that he still has something in his hand that he has found in the ancient tomb and has not solved important ancient books?

If that's the case, he can also consider making a face, and then go to see him, anyway, he can't beat himself, see what it is, can make him spend so much money.

Maybe I'll be able to learn something myself.

Thinking of this, he acted as a question:

"Then let's talk about it first, if I hadn't seen that senior, Elder Zhong wouldn't be able to embarrass me as a little blacksmith."

Zhong Linggu was overjoyed, and immediately arched his hand again:

"Master Xiao Shen rest assured, the old man will never do such untrustworthy things."

Shen Cong nodded.

"In that case, then when I meet him, I will definitely talk to him."

"Thank you."

Zhong Linggu handed Shen Cong 50,000 taels of silver tickets, then looked around and said:

"This silver was given to Master Shen by the old man, if anyone is red-eyed and wants to covet anything, don't blame the old man for crushing his whole family."

When this sentence was spoken, everyone instantly broke out in a cold sweat, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The intimidation of a fifth-grade martial artist definitely has enough weight, and it is far from something they dare to disobey easily.

"Goo."

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and responded again and again:

"No, no, no, we have always respected Master Shen, and there will be absolutely no ill intentions."

"Yes, yes, please rest assured."

Hearing this, Zhong Linggu nodded and left this place.

This Zhong Linggu is indeed a little scheming, he knows very well that there is a master of the third grade in this Cloud City, so he is humble and polite, and he will definitely not easily do things that are out of line, so as not to displease that master.

Otherwise, with his identity, it would be impossible to give himself a little blacksmith 50,000 taels of silver tickets, but to find a random subordinate, threaten and intimidate, and send away a silver ingot.

For the sake of your knowledge, it doesn't hurt to see you.

Shen Cong smiled slightly, put the silver ticket in his pocket, and continued to start striking iron.

He didn't go to see Zhong Linggu that day, otherwise this old boy would have been suspicious.

Let him dry for a few days, and then change his appearance again, and then go to see him, meet him first, see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd, and talk about the rest later.

The blacksmiths were threatened by Zhong Linggu, so they naturally didn't dare to talk to Shen Cong anymore, otherwise, they would have already shouted for Shen Cong to invite him to Qingyunfang and help the new girls in Qingyunfang to measure their measurements.

That's fine, after all, a righteous gentleman like himself goes to Qingyunfang with everyone every day, which is really harmful.

And if a person goes quietly, no one knows, I just didn't go!