The chivalrous spirit is fickle

"After all, I was not fair enough in this matter. The extra 10% is our apology."

After saying that, Wang Tianlai put down his pen and gently pushed the paper on the table towards Shi Gu.

"All the information about Zongming Prefecture Shen Zhongyi is here, of course, there is also that little character with rotten teeth."

Shi Gu looked down and saw that in such a short period of time, Wang Tianlai had written a thick stack of papers while chatting with him.

Seeing this, Shi Gu couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Wang, with your skills, you can definitely make a lot of money by painting pornographic pictures."

Wang Tianlai was already accustomed to Shi Gu's jokes and did not react much, but just spoke softly.

"Master Shi, it's really hard for people to respect you with your mouth."

Shi Gu chuckled, stopped talking, picked up the paper on the table and began to read it carefully.

Although Tongtian Pavilion is not a sect that excels in military force, its ability to collect intelligence can be said to be extraordinary.

The paper contained detailed information about Shen Zhongyi and even mentioned the monster behind him.

Contrary to Shi Gu’s guess, it was not a great demon in the pseudo-innate realm, but a pure demon.

There were no monsters in the world originally. It was those ninth-grade warriors who aspired to enter the innate realm who forcibly opened up a path to monster transformation.

Masters who successfully transform into demons can be called great demons, but these great demons will occasionally leave offspring after transforming into demons.

The descendants of great demons are born as demons. These demons live in the human world, gradually multiply, and form a real group of demons, the so-called pure demons. Pure demons have strong bodies and are born in the third-grade martial realm.

Shi Gu breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were many masters in the pure demon tribe, according to the intelligence from Tongtian Pavilion, the pure demons in Zong Ming Mansion were only at the early ninth level.

Such strength is enough to establish one's own territory in the martial arts world, but after all, he is not as powerful as those terrifying monsters.

If it really is a big monster, Shi Gu will have to use some trump cards that will aggravate his injuries.

Shi Gu didn't care about Shen Zhongyi's existence. When pure demons choose puppets, they don't choose those with good talents and great ambitions, because such people are difficult to control.

After reading the information about Shen Zhongyi and the pure demon, Shi Gu then looked at the information about the man with rotten teeth.

Song Chao, a fifth-rank martial artist, is Shen Zhongyi's confidant and is loyal to Shen Zhongyi. He is greedy for money but not for sex and alcohol. He likes to make money but is extremely stingy to everyone, including himself.

Saving money but not spending it?

Shi Gu didn't think much about it and continued watching. However, as he watched, his expression gradually changed and became unpredictable.

In that thick stack of papers, Shen Zhongyi and the pure demon only occupied one-third of the space, and the rest was detailed information about Song Chao.

It’s just that what is written on this paper is a little too distorted.

After a long time, Shi Gu put down the paper, gently pushed it to Wang Tianlai, and whispered.

"You can stamp it now."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tianlai picked up the seal on the table, pressed the ink pad, and then stamped it on the papers, while speaking curiously.

"What does Master Shi think of Shen Zhongyi and Song Chao?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Gu frowned and spoke in a low voice.

"This Shen Zhongyi has too much bad taste."

Wang Tianlai seemed accustomed to it and said disapprovingly.

"How many normal people are there among those who practice the demon clan's skills?"

Shi Gu glanced at Wang Tianlai, then said no more, stood up, grabbed the paper with the seal, and was about to leave with his bag.

Wang Tianlai watched Shi Gu walk all the way to the door, but saw him come back and sit back in his original seat.

"Master Shi, is there anything else?"

Shi Gu sat cross-legged and answered confidently.

"The food I just ordered hasn't arrived yet. It would be a waste if I leave."

Wang Tianlai pulled the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, but he stood up and bowed to Shi Gu.

"We have finished talking about everything that needs to be discussed, so I will not disturb you, Master Shi."

Having said that, Wang Tianlai turned around and left, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said to Shi Gu with a bit of gloating.

"Oh, right, Master Shi."

"I heard from my men that someone spent three thousand taels of silver in your store and bought out everything in the store."

"I have to remind you that the people of the Mountain God Cult are all a bunch of poor people. You have to watch carefully the money that comes out of their hands."

"Don't take the money for the dirt. That thing is sold by the pound, and it's only one cent per pound."

Hearing this, Shi Gu's breathing choked and he froze in place.

"Silver wrapped in clay" is the name for a counterfeit silver ingot. It is the most common fake silver, but it is also the easiest to identify. Some experienced people can tell the real thing just by touching it.

Although Shi Gu could tell the real from the fake, the problem was that when he saw the pomp and circumstance of the group of people led by the old man in black, he thought they were some wealthy people and did not check them carefully at all.

Damn it, who could have thought that group of people would actually play tricks on him?

Wang Tianlai looked at Shi Gu, whose face suddenly stiffened, and his mood became better. He strode out of the room with a smile on his face. After he left the room, a servant followed him.

Wang Tianlai reached out and patted the servant's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Go and inform all the distinguished guests."

"After one year, all news about the release of bones will be lifted. Tell them to prepare silver in advance and not waste time here."

After giving the order, Wang Tianlai put his hands behind his back and left laughing.

……

At the same time, in Lin'an City, thousands of miles away.

A group of men who were carrying goods, holding the change in their hands, explained to Danzhu.

"Shopkeeper, this is not silver, it's silver wrapped in dirt, it's worthless."

Dan Xiu and Shen Yue looked confused, as if they were listening to a mystery. They had no idea what the other party was talking about. After the man explained for a long time, Dan Xiu and Shen Yue looked at each other and asked in unison.

““Do you have any money on you?”

They both fell silent at the same time. After a moment, Dan Xiu stood up. She opened the two boxes on the ground. Both boxes were filled to the brim with books.

Danxiu patted the box and spoke calmly to the workers.

"Yes, you can use this as payment for your wages. There are many secret manuals in here, which are very valuable."

Hearing this, everyone came over doubtfully and hurriedly picked up the books inside. Then, exclamations of surprise rang out among the crowd.

"This is... the illustrated version of 'Dream of Brothel'!"

"And this is the book Young Hero Abin. I couldn't buy this book even when I went to Dengzhou."

"'The Holy Monk's Stick Presses the Fox Cave', 'The Carnal Prayer Mat', 'The Spring Scene', these are all good stuff."

"That's it. This time it finally came."

Everyone gathered around the box enthusiastically, taking out the books inside one by one and reading them.

Shen Yue looked at those people curiously and couldn't help but ask Dan Xiu who was standing beside her.

"Sister Danxiu...are these things really the secret manuals of martial arts? Why do they sound wrong?"

Dan Xiu didn't understand the meaning of the titles of the books at all, but she thought the names of these "gongfa" were a bit strange. Listening to Shen Yue's question, she, who was kept in the dark, whispered.

"Shi Gu told me that this was a secret manual of martial arts and wouldn't let me see it."

"They should be valuables. Let Shi Gu redeem these books himself after he comes back."

Chapter 32: The Heavens

In Tongtian Pavilion, after Wang Tianlai separated from Shi Gu, he did not go to meet other guests, but walked up the stairs.

In this pavilion, there is a waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain. The rushing water pours down, making a huge noise, which can effectively cover up some sounds that should not be heard.

This building has seven floors. The first to third floors are all used to receive guests. The room where Shi Gu is located is on the third floor. The fourth to seventh floors are off-limits to outsiders. This is where Tongtian Pavilion stores a large amount of intelligence.

Wang Tianlai walked all the way to the seventh floor, only to see that it was all white, piled with white drawing paper. A figure was sitting among the messy files, with long hair hanging down. He was holding a pen and constantly copying a portrait of a stunning woman on the paper.

In the portrait, the stunning woman is dressed in white, with two fingers of her right hand tapping together like the seal of Guanyin, while her left hand is slightly pressed down like the Taoist demon-suppressing seal.

In addition, the woman had double pupils, and they were different in color, one was red and the other was gold. She had twelve long swords on her back and her eyes were indifferent, like an immortal.

After Wang Tian took a look at the woman in the portrait, he quickly withdrew his gaze, bowed slightly, and reported in a low voice to the person who was copying the portrait.

"Master, Shi Gu has agreed to our terms. After one year, we will no longer be bound by the original agreement."

Hearing this, the person who was copying the portrait slowly raised his head, revealing the face of a young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, very handsome. He held the paintbrush in his hand, and his gaze did not linger on Wang Tianlai for too long. Instead, he looked at the woman in the painting again, his eyes full of infatuation and endless affection.

This person is none other than the current Tongtian Pavilion Master, Jiang Lu, who is at the seventh level of martial arts.

Jiang Lu looked at the woman in the painting, stretched out his fingers, gently placed them on the portrait, gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes, and whispered.

"It would be good if Shigu agrees, but if I do that, I will never see that person again."

Jiang Lu's voice was filled with regret and loss, his brows and eyes were bleak, only filled with longing.

Wang Tianlai sighed inwardly when he saw this. The woman in the painting had been wandering around the world for two hundred years, but no one knew her name. They just called her...

All the heavens are alive.

Zhongtian Jiesheng is not a name, or even a person, but a heritage so long ago that even Tongtian Pavilion is unaware of it. Each Zhongtian appears naturally and then stands at the top of the world.

It can be said that this is the strongest inheritance in the entire martial arts world. However, for some reason, each of the gods has a lifespan of only three hundred years, and after three hundred years, they will pass away.

A new generation of all gods will appear within three years.

The so-called Tiantian Jiesha was just a name that suddenly appeared two hundred years ago, but whether it was the style of doing things or the name that sounded murderous, it seemed that it was intended to compete with all the gods.

Therefore, the saying of the Two Heavens came into being in the martial arts world. Ever since the heavenly calamity appeared in the world, people in the martial arts world have been looking forward to the so-called battle between the Two Heavens.

However, during these two hundred years, the gods have only fought against each other twice. The first time was a quick fight, and the second time, all the gods were killed.

After Zhu Tianjie was killed, Zhong Tianjiesheng once set foot in Tongtian Pavilion and wanted to ask about Shi Gu's background, but her inquiries were fruitless, and she did not make things difficult for Tongtian Pavilion.

However, after that, Jiang Lu became obsessed with All Heavens Are Alive. He sat here every day, painting the portrait of All Heavens Are Alive over and over again, tirelessly.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Tianlai decided to persuade Jiang Lu again. After all, this was not a solution.

"Pavilion Master..."

Jiang Lu seemed to have the ability to read Wang Tianlai's mind. He raised his hand slightly, stopped Wang Tianlai from talking, and continued talking to himself.

"I heard this statement when I was traveling in the South China Sea."

“If there is a girl you like, draw her on paper, draw her ten thousand times, and say her name a hundred times every day.”

"After you have copied the painting ten thousand times, the woman in the painting will walk out of the painting and stay with you forever."

"Even though it's a fake person, I want it too."

As Jiang Lu was talking, he began to laugh out loud and shook his head gently, as if he was laughing at his own stupidity.

"In life, we need something to think about. Just living is too boring."

"Uncle Wang, you don't have to persuade me. I know what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tianlai stopped trying to persuade her. He stood aside and looked down at the woman in the portrait.

All the gods are alive...there will be no private feelings.

Bang! Suddenly, the door was kicked open. There was a sound of footsteps. A girl in men's clothing came angrily. The girl had a heroic look on her face, without the feminine charm of a woman. She looked fair and capable.

Jiang Baizhi, twenty-one years old, seventh-grade martial artist.

Seeing Jiang Baizhi walking towards them, Wang Tianlai and Jiang Lu looked at each other tacitly, smiled bitterly at the same time, and looked like they had a headache.

Jiang Baizhi walked up to the two of them and questioned angrily.

"Uncle Wang, Pavilion Master."

"Why should we suppress the things that Yulin League did!"

Listening to Jiang Baizhi's angry questioning, Jiang Lu put down the paintbrush in his hand, sighed deeply, and said helplessly.

"Are you talking about the Yulin League using poisonous insects to make money? The Yulin League offered a very high price for that matter. We took the money to do the job, so naturally we had to ban the news about the poisonous insects."

Jiang Baizhi became even angrier after hearing this, and glared at Jiang Lu and asked.