Qiu Shiliang's second visit to Zangjiao Building was half a month later, just in time for Wang Sui to officially close the stall in Zangjiao Building, and ended the registration and distribution of the painting box. In the past half a month, he sent the master of the North Gate to monitor Wang Sui's direct sales process throughout the whole process, and made a statistic of the property he obtained.

In just half a month, Lei Gongxi has amassed millions of dollars in Chang'an City. Qiu Shiliang felt that he was desperately trying to establish his feet in Daming Palace, and for more than ten years, he had been rampant and extortive, and he had not been able to drill camps desperately, all in vain. Lei Changye sent a little minion to Zangjiaolou to demonstrate Lei Gong's play, and the wealth he earned in half a month was comparable to the wealth he had amassed.

He stood on Pingkang West Street, looking at the Lei Gong Opera banner waving in front of Zangjiao Building, and his envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart were about to nourish blood.

Since he comprehended the realm of the Eight Qualities, he thought that he had been freed from the greed for money and wealth, and that he could leap to a higher realm of life and enjoy the endless glory of life.

However, after hearing the report of the spies on the north gate, he found that these figures, which were full of copper stench, still had an almost instinctive attraction to him, just like a dog smelling and would run a, even if he ate too much delicate and delicious dog food, he could not change it.

It's like killing so many people and doing so many hurtful things to get to the eight-grade figure, and it's also in vain.

The millions of assets accumulated by Wang Sui brought to Qiu Shiliang this kind of double dimensionality reduction blow.

If it weren't for the temptation that could make him a real man in the Lei Gong Drama, Qiu Shiliang even wanted to rush into Zangjiao Tower now and take Wang Sui and his millions of fortunes for himself.

"Check, check my death, check the long night of Raid, the thunder drama of the long night, find out all the news of the magic weapon in the painting!" Qiu Shiliang returned to the Yanying Hall west of the Zichen Hall of Daming Palace, and immediately found the demons of Changsu on the north gate and assigned them a task.

The demons of Changsu were divided into three teams by him, one team was good at tiptoeing and sneaking, and those who searched for news went to Zangjiaolou and the Jiangnan area to inquire about Lei Changye and Lei Gongxi. A team of dressed up guests is stationed in the Tibetan Jiaolou to monitor and protect Wang Sui.

In Qiu Shiliang's eyes, this Wang Sui is just a stunned person. Although he is very good at propaganda and publicity, he is really not very good at protecting himself, carrying a bag full of money to wander around Chang'an City, throwing money everywhere to have fun, as if he has no concept of money at all.

This money has been regarded by Qiu Shiliang as his own, and he must not be robbed by others, so he must keep Wang Sui and prevent him from being attacked and killed by other Fang Town's secret lines in Chang'an City and robbing his property.

The third team, which is also the elite of the demons in Changsu, entered the Daming Palace, joined the top ten masters of the Great Inner Palace, and studied how to fully seek Lei Changye's Lei Gongxi business according to the information transmitted by the first team.

Qiu Shiliang made a simple statistic, if Lei Changye's Lei Gong drama continues, not to mention other regions, let's just say that the 3,000 distinguished guests in Chang'an will bring him about 6 million yuan a year. If you count his entry into the painting and the right to live forever, the gross profit of a year can reach 20 million yuan at any time.

Since the two tax laws, Datang has paid only about 30 million yuan a year in its heyday. Now the eight towns in the southeast and the towns in the north are no longer in the Chang'an court, and the taxes are only the share of Guanzhong, Hanzhong and Bashu, which is less than half of what Lei Changye earns.

A magic weapon for painting, which was used by Lei Changye to be superb, actually sucked out all the huge wealth of the Tang Dynasty hidden in the wealthy family. This is something that the previous masters of the Tang Dynasty have never done. No matter how powerful the emperor of Chang'an is, the rich and large landlords everywhere have 10,000 ways to avoid taxes.

From the founding of the Tang Dynasty to the present, the wealth hidden in the wealthy families has accumulated to an unimaginable level.

Qiu Shiliang also knew that the nobles in Jiangnan and Chang'an were extremely rich, but he didn't expect that these goods would be so abundant! If he could cut off Lei Changye's longevity power and Lei Gongxi's business by himself, he could do this business to the extreme, knock on the bones and suck the marrow, and squeeze the nobles who entered the painting into a dry man. He really wanted to see how much money he could have if he sucked up the oil and water of these powerful people.

After arranging everything in Yanying Palace, Qiu Shiliang still felt his heart burning. The calm heart that I cultivated after practicing magic skills is all gone. He once again felt the pain of being burned by the fire of greed, and even when he was meditating, there was no peace in front of his eyes, and the small mountains of gold piled up and down in front of his eyes made him upset.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, he returned to his Protector's Mansion, only to feel that his throat and eyes were uncomfortably dry, and no matter how many bowls of water he drank, it still hurt. When he was meditating at night, he had to get up several times to go to the toilet, and he felt that the magic skills he practiced seemed to have a posture to disperse.

He took out from his bosom the painting box that the martial artist of the King of Soldiers had brought back and presented to him. He knew that the greed that he couldn't control now was the desire for compensation caused by his physical shortcomings, and if he wanted to maintain the calm mind that his magic needed to maintain, he had to control this greed.

And to control his greed, he must become a man with a complete body.

He looked at the painting box, his eyes were full of greed, he wanted to enter the painting now, even if he was fighting to death in the Lei Gong Canyon, it was better than being tortured by greed now and not being able to live in peace.

But he looked at the picture box, thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up.

There must be someone trustworthy to protect the Dharma for him, so that he can dare to let his divine consciousness enter the painting box. But as the culprit of the Manna Change, the first person in the world to keep his position after killing 2,000 court officials, he was all enemies in Chang'an City, and there was no one he could trust. Even if he recognized the fakes, none of them really supported him.

The people gathered around him were either for power or money.

Moreover, the magic skills he practiced were taught to him by an unborn demon. When he was cultivating demonic skills, he was guided by a trace of qi from this demon, so he advanced by leaps and bounds and made rapid progress. But the trade-off is that all signs on his body will be exposed to the adversary's surveillance at any moment.

At this time, his martial arts can indeed compete with this demon. However, once he enters the box, his physical signs will be extremely abnormal. Once the Adversary is aware of his anomaly, he will most likely do something to him.

Now he has to open one eye even to sleep.

At this moment, there was a sudden warning in the depths of his heart.

"Who!?" a roar rang out from above the walls of the Protector's Mansion. It was a few internal masters who had reached the seventh rank of the small seven grades that he had to bring with him.

The sound of blades and cloaks sounded, and the shouts of killing outside the courtyard shook the sky.

With the shouting of the master of Ouchi, the elite of the guards at the north gate of the Protector Mansion came out, and hundreds of black-clothed and black-armored generals with skills as high as the peak of the third rank lined up neatly, with swords and swords, lined up in several rows on the periphery of the Protector Mansion, blocking the return of those who broke into the mansion.

Several talismans rushed into the sky, the horn of the Shence camp sounded slowly, and the 10,000 Shence troops quickly drove into the left side of the Protector's Mansion, and the Mo swordsmen, sword and shield hands, pikemen, axe men, bow teams, crossbow teams, and even seven or eight winch crossbows were carried out and erected on the high platforms at the four corners of the Protector's Mansion.

Under the siege of thousands of troops, the people who broke into the Protector's Mansion were not afraid.

This person was wrapped in black, wearing a black hat with a black scarf on it, holding his arms on his chest, standing up and bowing his head, ignoring the swords, guns, swords, and halberds around him.

"Shoot the arrows!" the archers were the first to attack.

A thousand archers played the strings at the same time. A thousand arrows slashed a dense black shadow in the air, accurately converging on this intruder.

A dense crash sounded. A thousand arrows shattered his bones and piled up around him in a ring of broken arrows.

"Release!" the captain of the crossbow team roared.

The dense bolts of crossbow bolts struck the man like a thousand bolts of lightning. The crossbow arrows were shattered like eggshells, and this person simply dusted off the rain of crossbow arrows that killed the soul.

The sound of thunderbolts coming from the high platforms on all sides of the Protector's Mansion. It was the roar of a winch crossbow as it was fired. Seven or eight thunderous arrows were aimed at the intruders.

A linear image emerged from the lower edge of the black scorpion behind the Chuang Fu man, like a poisonous scorpion's scorpion tail flicked hard, and the blue scythe blade slashed across the sky, reflecting the moonlight, leaving a bleak light and shadow.

Seven or eight giant arrows were swept into debris at the same time, and they fell in the air like a rain of sawdust.

The scorpion-tail-like scythe shrank and unconsciously shrank into the black and disappeared.

"Thunder!" the captain of the North Gate Guards ordered. Hundreds of fourth-grade Su Wei Fu mages fired the Five Elements Thunder Method at the Chuang Fu people.

Colorful Rayfa bombarded the Breaker, blowing up his black hat and hat to powder. His armor and clothes were torn apart by the blast, revealing his bone-white skin.

"Don't turn bones?!" Qiu Shiliang, who had been watching coldly at the gate of the Protector's Mansion, jumped his eyelids, "Finally refined into ......"

He slowly raised his hand.

Seeing his gesture, the formation of the Divine Ce Army retreated like a tide. The four corners of the Protector's Mansion are high, and the winch crossbow is silent. The ranks of the guards at the North Gate vanished as if they had melted into the night.

The Ouchi masters who had been monitoring this person also disappeared into the courtyard.

"Come in and talk. Qiu Shiliang said lightly.

The man who broke into the mansion slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was half disfigured, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he strode towards the Protector's Mansion.

When this person entered the door, Qiu Shiliang withdrew from all the subordinates of the Protector's Mansion and closed the door himself.

"Senior brother, it's so hard to see you. The trespasser spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Who are you, I don't know you, but a newly accepted disciple?" Qiu Shiliang asked in a deep voice.

"It's not just white, the floating life will be a closed disciple under the chaos of the world, and I came to meet my senior brother. The Chuang Fu man said in a low voice.

"Hmph. When the helmsman passed on my magic skills, he didn't have the name of master and apprentice, but he just took what he needed. Now I and the helm are both eight-grade bodies, and when it comes to the master-apprentice generation, it's just a joke. Qiu Shiliang sneered.

"In this way, Lord Lieutenant can call me the Lord of the White House, and I am the Lord of the Demon Palace of the Floating Life Society. Bai Qi's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, but said logically.

"I did make an agreement with the Lord at the helm that if the floating life would be refined into the Immortal Bone Clan, I would like to provide the North Gate Guards to refine the Bone Clan's soldiers for the Lord at the helm. But that was before I knew what it was like to be at the helm. Qiu Shiliang sneered and said, "If you want the demon clan to dominate the world and completely eradicate the human race, when the time comes, I am afraid that there will be no place for me in the demon world." ”