When Li Wenshuo came down from the sky again, it was already past noon, the sun was just right, not sunning or cold, but at this moment he came to a small city in Wanzhou, which was only more than 300 miles away from Li's Zhuangzi.

He walked silently through the streets, his aura so hidden that ordinary people would not notice him even if they saw him, let alone someone who could follow and spy on him without being noticed by him under his powerful sense.

The twilight is dim and pedestrians are in a hurry.

Wanzhou is rich, with Bainan City as the most, the city is very small, there are only three main streets, there are many shops, it is very prosperous, the famous restaurant and the green building have hung up the lanterns in advance.

There is a bookstore there on West Street.

Although there are no readers everywhere, few people will spread their books in such a miasma, ordinary businessmen only make money, do not buy books, and those who buy books disdain to come to this kind of place to buy books.

And those who happen to come in because they buy a book, once they buy it, will never buy it a second time.

Therefore, even though this bookstore is located in a busy city, it is still very depressed, or it can be said to be clean.

Li Wenshuo came to the front of the bookstore, didn't pay attention to what words were written on the plaque, but just took a general look at the layout of the bookstore, and knew that this should be a branch of Taixuanlou.

He had lived in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion for a while, and had also been to other branches of the Taixuan Building, and they all had one characteristic, that is, they were simple, empty, and wafting with a fresh fragrance, but they also revealed the smell of a killer everywhere.

Taixuanlou is a very magical place, it is not only the biggest killer organization in the world, but also the most well-informed information trafficker in the rivers and lakes.

No one knew who the owner of Taixuanlou was, even when he followed Lao Huang and Shangguan Yu, he hadn't heard them mention this.

But judging from Taixuanlou's actions over the past two hundred years, these assassins should be almost neutral, or rather, these assassins who make the world frightened are just vassals, and what Taixuanlou really needs is this intelligence network all over the rivers and lakes.

Li Wenshuo strode into the bookstore, turned his head and looked around, and found that this bookstore was not only simple, but also really ordinary, and it really couldn't talk about safety.

However, no matter how mysterious Taixuanlou is, it will have to do business after all, otherwise, it will only be a waste of resources to keep the complicated and majestic intelligence and eager assassins.

If you want to do business, you naturally need a channel of communication with the outside world.

In this way, this bookstore that is rarely visited is indeed a good place, and no one will eavesdrop at all, and even if there are other customers, the boss will take those in need to the hidden pavilion in the back to buy the books they need.

It was a blood-stained book of murder.

But there is nothing to say about taking people's money and doing things with people.

The middle-aged man sitting in the shop noticed something unusual, looked at the first guest who came today, and asked, "What book does the guest want to buy?"

Li Wenshuo said: "Take a look first, and buy what you like." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, and said with a cold face: "If you don't buy it, you can leave, you are not allowed to read the books here." ”

Li Wenshuo didn't hear it, a pair of eyes then scanned the building, he followed Shi Wushuang to practice innate qi, from him to learn some ancient books and publications, at this time it was obvious that this was only used to decorate the bookstore books, there were actually several out-of-print ancient books, and even precious Tang editions.

The middle-aged man frowned, carefully looked at the young man with the sword in front of him, and always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't recognize it for a while.

At this time, Li Wenshuo picked up a copy of "Qi from Miscellaneous" translated by Tang Feng, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, look, how much silver is this book?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "That's not necessarily, if it's cheap, it will sell you fifty taels, and if it is expensive, it won't be a problem to sell you for three thousand taels." ”

The middle-aged man was talking about the price of a life, not the price of a book.

Li Wenshuo laughed, threw a gold leaf, and said, "Then I want this book, help me wrap it, don't hurt it." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, among the merchants in Liyang these years, not to mention gold, even silver was very little, and ordinary large transactions were settled with copper coins pulled by ox carts.

But copper coins, as long as there is copper, carved a board, anyone can cast, how can there be real money and silver, that thing will never depreciate.

A book is just a few pieces of paper and a little ink, and in the eyes of a middle-aged man, it is not as valuable as this piece of gold leaf.

Although he was a little puzzled, he still took the gold leaf, picked up the butter paper and honestly wrapped the book, after all, the assassination work was still small, and they also had to eat.

But he still couldn't help asking: "Are you stupid to buy a book with a gold leaf?"

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo suddenly became a little angry, you are stupid, your whole family is stupid, a group of uneducated old and coarse people, and they are all disgusted with being a killer, no wonder they look at the store here.

He thought so angrily in his heart, but he still said expressionlessly: "What do you know, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book." ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, handed the book to Li Wenshuo, and then said: "Look at it again, if you have a book in the picture, buy it, I am quite happy to sell it to you, the price is the same, a book is a gold leaf." ”

Li Wenshuo said hehe, "If you don't buy it, I'm afraid you'll lose money if you buy it again." ”

Looking at Li Wenshuo's playful eyes, the middle-aged man was suddenly stunned, and an extremely bad feeling rose in his heart.

At this time, Li Wenshuo said softly: "Birds fly in the water." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned again, his body gradually straightened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied tentatively: "The fish swims in the clouds?"

Li Wenshuo nodded with a smile and said, "Yes." ”

The middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a guest with something to do, but then he became cautious again.

There are many code words in Taixuanlou, there are low-level code words that are ordinary fist and drink orders, and there are also code words formulated by high-level assassins on the top floor of Taixuanlou like this, and not many people know about the latter one.

"Killing or asking questions. ”

Li Wenshuo said: "Ask questions. ”

The middle-aged man said, "Please speak." ”

Li Wenshuo nodded and said, "I want to know what has happened in the Central Plains in the past three months." ”

"There are so many things to say, I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights. ”

"Focus on the news related to the top ten people on the martial arts list. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Although this matter is big, there are many people who know it, and the news is not worth a gold leaf, but since you asked, then I will tell you about it, but only in the master of the Central Plains." ”

Li Wenshuo hooked his lips and smiled deeply, and said, "Listen to me." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "In the past three months, Li Wenshuo, the tenth sword immortal on the martial arts list, has not had any news, according to legend, he has been fighting in the grassland, and even fought with three masters who broke the army realm, but according to inaccurate information, Li Wenshuo should have returned to the Central Plains, and I don't know where he is." ”

"Baili Chaohua, the ninth of the Wubang, left Taohuazhuang on horseback three months ago, passing through the three cities of Hushu, Shuda, and Jiuli, and then lost his whereabouts, but there is news that he went to Zhongzhou. ”

"The seventh Song Mingzhe, a few days ago on the official road outside Chang'an City with a crane with a childish face of a man, missing a left arm, as for the man, claiming to be Dongfang Jie, we checked the masters in the rivers and lakes, unfortunately, the previous generation of Kunlun head who should have been dead for many years happened to be called this name, if it weren't for Wudang Zhang Yuanzhi's help, Song Mingzhe estimated that he couldn't even save his life, but the matter was over, Song Mingzhe did not return to Yehua City, Zhang Yuanzhi and the person who claimed to be Dongfang Jie are also missing, as for the others, we have no news。 ”

Li Wenshuo nodded, thought for a while, and said, "You are not the owner of this bookstore, right?" ”

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint murderous aura surging in the slits of his upper and lower eyelids, and he said in a cold voice: "Why is Your Excellency asking this?"

At the same time, his arms were already shrunk into his sleeves, and he didn't know what he was holding.

Li Wenshuo laughed twice and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just saying that the master of Taixuanlou will naturally only be a murderous knife, but since he is opening a bookstore here, why should he send someone who understands books." ”

"What do you mean. ”

"It's not interesting. ”

After saying this, Li Wenshuo turned around to leave, but only heard the middle-aged man behind him say coldly: "Wait." ”

Li Wenshuo laughed and said, "What's the boss?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and for some reason, when he saw this young swordsman, he was a little uneasy, and said, "How much silver is the book in your hand worth?" ”

When Li Wenshuo heard this, he walked towards the lively street outside the door, and said as he walked: "The first Tang Feng translation of "Qi from Miscellaneous", to say the least, is worth three or five thousand taels of silver, or the kind that has no price, I really thank the boss." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned, and his face was gloomy all of a sudden, as if he could squeeze out the water, which answered the question of the old man for a long time, and he seemed to have lost it.

Turning his head to look at the large pile of books, he fell into deep thought, thinking about whether he would try to apply to the above to transfer a knowledgeable scholar over.