The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 232: Contradictions abound, I don't know why, the mind's face invites you into a trap

Wuji Realm, Fusheng City, and Quan Palace.

The complaints of the crowd came to an abrupt end because of the words of the city lord.

People looked at the silk book in their hands again, examined it carefully, and began to think in their minds.

After a moment, everyone looked at each other, and their eyes revealed the same meaning.

They could gather together what was required by the silk book, but the price was unaffordable.

Then, everyone turned their eyes to the old man in yellow who had spoken before.

The old man sighed, feeling the gazes from all around him.

“Since it is Wuji Temple’s intention, we should do our best to complete it.

However, the things on this silk book are all treasures in the world.

Just getting them together is a difficult task, let alone completing such an astonishing number.

We are really unable to do so and are afraid that we will not be able to meet the needs of Wuji Temple.

I hope Wuji Temple can show some leniency and reduce the number a little bit.”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, everyone started to agree.

"Yes, the number written on the silk book is really too astonishing."

"Please tell Wuji Temple about this matter. It's not that we can't accomplish it, but we are powerless."

The city lord remained silent, observing people's reactions.

When no one else spoke, he smiled slightly:
“Don’t worry, Wuji Temple understands everyone and knows that this is not an easy matter.

So, tell me, everyone just needs to do their best.

As for how much is accomplished, it all depends on each person’s wishes.”

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this matter is not a serious matter, otherwise the conditions would not be so relaxed.

“Since everyone has no objection, then this matter is settled.

The deadline is four months, and four months later is October 1st.

Everyone, please prepare your things and someone will come to pick them up when the time comes."

After the city lord finished speaking, he picked up the golden chopsticks and ate with relish.

Upon seeing this, the maids immediately walked over to the people, picked up the wine jugs and filled the jade cups.

They toasted each other eagerly and laughed sweetly.

The old man in yellow was smiling and tasting the wine handed to him by the maid.

People no longer sat upright and started to clink glasses and the depressing atmosphere suddenly became lively.

An hour later, the silver hook hanging in the sky shed light.

The old man in yellow returned home, sat behind the desk, and stroked the silk book spread out on the table.

"Father, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes standing in front of the desk asked cautiously.

"Nothing, something just feels wrong."

The old man in yellow shirt stared at the silk book and frowned.

"What's wrong? This seems to be no different from the usual offerings requested, except that the amount is shocking."

"I just think this is a little strange. If it was the same as usual, why would we go to all the trouble of summoning all the family heads in the city to the Palace of Power?

When we expressed our dissatisfaction, we were told that we just had to do our best and that we were given plenty of time.

Knowing that we couldn't complete it, why did we write such an abnormal number on the silk book?
Do you think Wuji Temple takes this matter seriously?"

"The Immortal Sect likes to exaggerate. Father, are you overthinking it?"

"That would be great if it is. Have you contacted the ancestor?"

"The ancestor only said four words, follow orders."

"Just follow orders, just follow orders."

The old man in yellow robe paced back and forth, constantly repeating these four words.

"Being cautious can catch a cicada for a thousand years, being careful can sail a ship for a thousand years."

At this time, I looked at the couplet hanging on the wall opposite the desk.

The old man in yellow had a serious expression.

"Give orders to do their best to collect all the things in the silk book.

At the same time, find out about the situations of other noble families and report to me once a month."

“Father, if this happens, we will have to sell the two shops on the street we just bought, and maybe even the three mines we acquired a few years ago.

Those are three "golden mountains."

"Do you need me to repeat it again?"

The yellow-shirted old man's look made the middle-aged man tremble.

"I see. I'll do it right away."

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June 15th, Sui Shi Lou.

"How does this face look?"

Looking at Qin Zhiming's fat face, Sikong Wan nodded.

"You have completely hidden your true self behind the mask you created."

"What do I look like to you?"

Qin Zhiming, with a smile on his face, picked up the bronze mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

"It's like wearing a smiling human skin mask. It's a bit fake."

“Is it still not perfect enough?”

“That’s enough. If I hadn’t been able to see the changes in your mind with my own eyes, I would have thought you were a sincere and enthusiastic person.

I don't understand. With your strength, you don't need to make friends with others. As long as you practice step by step, you can surpass most of the disciples.

Why would you bother to learn how to deceive others with your mind? "

“This is the difference between you and me. When people live in this world, they need to communicate with others.

You communicate to gain recognition from others, I communicate purely for gaining benefits.

Isn't it the same for you, the disciples of the noble families?"

Qin Zhiming took back the mask created with his mental power and looked at Sikong Wan.

The principle of this mask is the same as the "false intention" he created before using the spear and the power of his mind.

Divert a part of your mind and think that you never lie and are sincere.

Use this mind to control your body.

When ordinary people talk to him, they will only feel that he is a person who is consistent in his appearance and inner self.

According to the world Qin Zhiming was in before, it means creating another personality to drive the body.

Unless he is an extraordinary person like Sikong Wan who can see the changes in one's mind, or someone whose mental power far exceeds that of Qin Zhiming.

Otherwise, no one could see the true emotions hidden by Qin Zhiming.

"Okay, let's go to the Dragon Tiger Dojo."

"Do you really want to do that?"

"What else? We only have one chance, so be careful not to make any mistakes."

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The Longhu Dojo was crowded with people.

Apart from the center of the crowded crowd, where the immortal was sitting cross-legged, there was a large empty circle.

There were also several small circles appearing in the crowd.

There is a disciple standing in each of these circles.

Both men and women have them, but their clothes are different.

They are all Tiandeng disciples, and the people who isolate them from many disciples are their followers.

These followers formed a circle and constantly used their eyes and hands to drive away the disciples who wanted to approach them.

The disciples who were driven away dared not speak out but were angry.

In Longhu Ridge, strength is respected.

Tiandeng disciples are not only the best treated disciples, but also the ones who are stronger than most of the disciples.

Even most of their followers are powerful A-level disciples.

Therefore, no one dared to break the circle they formed.

At this time, Lu Yang, a disciple from a noble family, saw an acquaintance.

He thought for a moment and was about to step forward to say hello when he was suddenly bumped from behind.

He turned his head and glared:

"who!"

I saw a simple and honest fat man with an apologetic look on his face:

"I'm sorry to bump into you. It's all my fault that I didn't stand firmly and got squeezed by the people behind me."

"You are weak, go back and practice hard first, don't join in the fun here."

Lu Yang frowned. The fat man's apology was sincere and he didn't feel any falsehood in it.

"Thank you for reminding."

After the fat man bowed, he stood there panting and shouted out his questions like the other disciples.

The disciples around him who heard his question looked at him sideways.

How to lose weight quickly? Is this also a question?
(End of this chapter)