After a stick of incense, the little guy pushed the door and entered.

At the same time, he also carried an incense burner in his hand.

The servant placed the incense burner on the table, and the cigarette smoke rose up, gradually enveloping the hearing room.

"It's off the smoke. ”

"It's used to insulate sound, and to remove tracking marks from your body." ”

Ning Baifeng's brows furrowed slightly.

The little guy explained: "Don't worry, just in case. ”

Ning Baifeng nodded and asked, "What is the result?"

The little guy smiled and said, "The above agreed to sell this news, but ...... The cost will be so great that you can't afford it. ”

Ning Baifeng asked, "What price?"

The little guy was silent for a moment, then held out a finger.

"A Tongbao coin?"

Ning Baifeng asked in some surprise.

Although the news of Jianwentang was very expensive, he had never encountered such a price.

The little guy shook his head and said, "It's a creation coin." ”

Ning Baifeng was stunned at first, and then dumbfounded.

After walking thousands of miles for so many years, Ning Baifeng has used a lot of folding money and spent a lot of Tongbao money, but he has never seen the creation of money.

It stands to reason that only a hundred Tongbao coins can be exchanged for one Tonghua coin, but in fact, people who have Chuanghua coins rarely use them to exchange them for Tongbao money.

Ning Baifeng felt that this was no longer a lion opening his mouth, but treating others as idiots.

Slaughtering fat sheep is not this method.

Ning Baifeng secretly took a deep breath, got up and said, "Farewell." ”

The little guy immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, "Alas...... Don't worry, the price is negotiable. ”

Ning Baifeng looked at the little guy quietly for a moment, and slowly understood.

Dare to see and hear the news didn't know what price it could offer, so he opened his mouth and waited for the person who bought the news to make a counteroffer.

With a veteran of the news business like Jianwentang, it is impossible not to assess the value of news.

The only explanation is that either the news is extremely valuable, or the news is worthless, and it still varies from person to person.

Ning Baifeng sat down again and said, "How to talk about it." ”

The little servant said, "In order to ensure the safety of Jianwentang, I need to know your identity first. ”

Ning Baifeng thought about it, took out the sword order from his arms, and put it on the table.

The little guy didn't reach out to take it, but looked closer, and the three words on it made his pupils shrink.

After confirming the authenticity of the sword order, the little servant looked up at the young man in white and said, "The price of this news is calculated according to what you said, and it is worth a Tongbao coin." ”

Ning Baifeng took the sword order on the table back into his arms.

The reason why he dared to reveal his identity was that there was no point in concealing his identity for what he was going to do later.

Ning Baifeng shook his head and said, "Now, this news is only worth a folded back penny. ”

In an instant, it was a hundredfold price difference, not that Ning Baifeng Lion opened his mouth, the moment he took out the sword order, for him, the news had already been paid.

The current folded back coin is just a verbal lottery.

The little guy sat up straight, looked much more serious, and said, "The dragon turtle is imprisoned in the dragon breeding pond of Qin Tianjian, and it is personally guarded by Yan Zishi, the leader of the dragon warriors. ”

Ning Baifeng asked, "Where is Qin Tianjian?"

The little guy's eyes immediately widened, thinking that this person was really bold.

But he quickly calmed down and said: "If the guest officer wants to break in or spy on him, I don't think it's necessary. ”

He didn't mean to look down on the other party, according to the news from the hall, this person was also an earth immortal.

The reason why I opened my mouth to remind me was only because of that sword order.

Ning Baifeng smiled and nodded, and took out ten folded back coins from his arms and put them on the table.

He understands the kindness of the little guy, as for whether to do this, he should always go to Donglai Mountain.

Ning Baifeng was about to get up and leave.

"Slow down, the money you give exceeds the share, I don't dare to collect it indiscriminately. ”

The little guy said, "I can sell you another piece of news." ”

Ning Baifeng stopped.

"Two days later, it was the 60th birthday of Emperor Dayan, in order to create an auspicious world, the Qintian Supervisor released the spirit of the dragon pond to soar to the capital. ”

The little guy said, "Back to ...... There are also people who will come over there, and the guest officers can go to the South Street Huiyuan Pavilion to have a look. ”

Ning Baifeng looked at the little guy and said with a smile: "These are two pieces of news. ”

The little guy waved his hand and said with a generous smile: "If you have any excess, you will give it to the guest officer." ”

Ning Baifeng opened the hearing room and strode away.

......

......

After Ning Baifeng left, the little guy did not leave this hearing room, restrained his smile, and waited quietly.

It's like waiting for the next guest to arrive.

On the table where I heard it, there were still the ten folded back coins.

A moment later, the door to the hearing room was opened, and a middle-aged scribe walked in.

The little servant immediately stood up and saluted, and said, "According to your orders, no money was collected, these are excess fees, and you will deal with them." ”

The middle-aged scribe said, "It seems that you have said a little more. ”

The little guy immediately leaned over slightly, and glanced at the incense burner slightly.

The sword has two edges, which can hurt others and oneself. The smoke weighs and covers the eyes.

The middle-aged scribe said, "See clearly?"

The little guy nodded and said, "It's definitely Ning Baifeng, the chief disciple of the Sword Pool." ”

The middle-aged scribe tapped his fingers lightly on the table, was silent for a moment, and said: "Yuntai is about to discuss the sword, and Huiyuan Mountain is closing the mountain at this time, but at this time, Ning Baifeng came to Shangdu to inquire about the matter of the dragon turtle, there will inevitably be something inside, you immediately send the message out, and immediately let the people in the mountain send the news out." ”

The little guy immediately responded.

The middle-aged scribe thought for a moment and said, "What happened just now is private, and it doesn't need to be sold as news, and don't spread it." ”

The little servant was a little surprised at first, and then saw the scribe's eyes and nodded seriously.

After the smoke cleared in the house, the servant and the middle-aged scribe left one after another.

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......

Donglai Mountain is located in the eastern area of the imperial city of Dayan Shangdu.

The name of the mountain comes from the east, and it means that the purple gas comes from the east.

The mountain is not high, perhaps because of the city, it still looks a little majestic, or it may be that the buildings on the mountain create a sense of majesty.

Therefore, the archway at the foot of the mountain is also extraordinary, a gilded plaque is hung in the middle, and the four big characters of purple gas from the east are full of spirit, which is obviously not a vulgar word.

Ning Baifeng stood in the corner of a street and alley, looking up at Donglai Mountain in the distance.

After learning about Donglai Mountain from Jianwentang, he immediately rushed here.

Fortunately, there are many tourists in the city now, and Ning Baifeng circled around Donglai Mountain for a week, which did not arouse suspicion.

He even took advantage of the gap between the patrol soldiers to get close to Donglai Mountain, but found that the mountain was full of piles.

At the foot of Donglai Mountain, there are seven-foot-high stone lampposts every few zhang, and the lights are lit day and night.

The stone lantern array piles are scattered among the mountains, advancing layer by layer, and at least seven layers are visually inspected.

Ning Baifeng was not sure, and sneaked into the mountain without alarming the prohibition.

Stop-and-go, there is no opportunity to take advantage of it.

Turning back to the main gate of Donglai Mountain, he couldn't help but sigh that the Dayan Imperial Court was indeed willing to pay the capital.

Ning Baifeng squinted and thought about it, and set off to blend in with the pedestrians.

......

......

Hui Yuan Hall.

As the name suggests, this is an industry set up outside Huiwonsan.

Cultivators, although they will not have a headache for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but the Fu Zheng Pill Spirit Stone Magic Weapon is a bottomless pit of consumption.

Many disciples practice in the mountain, the resources consumed are huge, and the peripheral industries are missing, and the mountain gate is bound to be in trouble.

If a sect wants to survive, peripheral industries are indispensable.

However, there are also sects in the world that do not buy property and devote themselves to cultivation and seeking the Great Dao.

Such sects are collectively referred to as the Hidden Sect.

The mountain gate is not big, only three or five people.

But Hui Yuanshan obviously does not belong to this category, a disciple of the Mountain Gate

There are many, so there must be a lot of peripheral industries.

The Huiyuan Pavilion in the capital of Dayan is like this.

Ning Baifeng stood at the door, looking up at the three-story Huiyuan Pavilion, thinking that the Great Sect was indeed magnificent.

The man standing at the door thought that this man was sick.

Dressed in white, he carried a bamboo tube on his back and a bamboo hat on his head.

This image doesn't look like a cultivator, but like a prodigal child running the rivers and lakes.

Standing at the door to make tea, not entering or leaving, blocking his own business, is really a bit unlucky.

The man was about to step forward and drive away, but he saw the young man in white come forward.

Seeing that the visitor was a guest, the guy squeezed out a smile and asked, "What do you need to buy?" ”

Ning Baifeng said, "I want to see your principal. ”

The man was stunned, thinking that this man was indeed sick.

Visitors are generally not easy to see even the shopkeeper in the museum, and the person in charge is you can see if you say you can meet them? Who do you think you are?

Ning Baifeng bypassed the guy and walked straight into the store.

The guy immediately turned around and stretched out his hand to pull the sleeve of the young man in white, "Guest officer, you don't ......"

Before he finished speaking, a jade sword order stopped in front of his eyes.

Three words were engraved on the sword order.

The guy was dumbfounded.

......

......

On the third floor of the museum, the guy withdrew with a smile and slowly closed the door.

Ning Baifeng listened to the sound of pedaling downstairs, turned around and walked to the window, overlooking the street scene outside the building.

The street in front of the museum is extremely wide, but there are not many pedestrians, but the carriages and horses walking in the middle are either rich or expensive.

Huiyuan Hall is not far from Donglai Mountain, and you can see Donglai Mountain when you stand in front of the window.

Moments later, the door was pushed open.

Ning Baifeng turned around, a little dumbfounded.

He thought to himself, isn't this world a little small, this can also be encountered.

"We really have a fate. ”

The old man who pushed the door in said sarcastically.

Ning Baifeng slowly calmed down and said, "Elder Ruling Law, I didn't expect you to be sent here. ”

The old man was none other than the former Elder of the Law.

After the incident of Mingxin Palace last time, there was no confrontation between the two factions that surfaced in the mountain, Ning Baifeng only inadvertently participated in it, Zhenyue Feng's side failed, and the law enforcement elder also became a victim.

"Of course, it's thanks to you. ”

Elder Deacon slowly closed the door and said, "I thought I would see you again in a few days, but I didn't expect it to be in advance, and it wasn't in the mountains. ”

Ning Baifeng frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

The ruling elder was sent out on duty and could not return for a hundred years, and if there was no accident, the two would not meet in this life.

Although there is indeed an accident now, it is a fact that the other party cannot return to the mountain.

From this sentence, he heard an extraordinary meaning.

"It seems that you don't know yet, forget it, it's a waste of words to talk too much to a dead man. ”

Elder Ruling smiled and said, "You just need to know that you will die here today, and I will soon return to the mountain." ”

Although the two had only met once, they didn't expect that the ruling elder would want to kill him when he saw him.

It seems that the last incident had too much impact on the ruling elders.

It's just that the ruling elder was released, which was the decision of the upper echelons of the mountain, maybe there was also the intention of the pavilion master, and it was basically impossible to return in this life, unless the pavilion master spoke.

With the fact that the ruling elder has no merit, it is almost delusional to ask the pavilion master for forgiveness.

Unless......

Ning Baifeng didn't dare to think about it anymore.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes glanced at the window beside him.

"It's useless, there is an independent ban on the third floor, you can't escape. ”

Elder Ruling didn't seem to want to say more, and with a wave of his right hand, sword light instantly rushed out of his sleeve.

Ning Baifeng didn't think about it, he opened his mouth and breathed.

Bite!

The crisp sound of the blade crashing was accompanied by a splash of sparks.

"Natal Flying Sword?!"