Heavenly Master, I have a different world

The ghost market is already low-lying, and the black market is deep in the ghost market. Even in broad daylight, the light is blocked by the ravines above.

At night,

He couldn't even see his fingers.

Fortunately, the shops and stalls on both sides provided a faint halo of light, otherwise even if there were people coming from the front, they would not know it and would bump into each other.

If he hadn't known that he was currently in the capital, Fang Zheng might have mistakenly thought that he had reached a hidden tunnel somewhere.

‘How could such a place exist in Zhaonan Mansion? ’

Glancing around, he shook his head secretly.

This place is obviously not under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. The ghost market can develop and grow so much in the same place, which also shows that the influence of the imperial court is insufficient.

"Ding……"

The vendor on the side was sitting cross-legged on a futon, holding two iron pieces and gently bumping them against each other. Sparks spattered, and the items on the stall were vaguely visible.

Shiobiki!

If a person does not eat salt, his limbs will be weak and he will be unable to do any heavy physical work, let alone practice martial arts to strengthen his body.

Therefore, salt is extremely important to both people and the court.

The imperial court made the sale of salt a monopoly, and issued salt quotations to salt merchants who met the requirements. Salt without salt quotations was private salt.

In order to deter salt traders, the court imposed severe penalties on illegal salt sales.

The punishment ranges from being jailed to being beheaded.

However, the price of salt is not low, and coupled with the money spent on buying salt, the price of official salt is extremely high, so private salt business has been banned many times.

Even in order to fight against the imperial officers and soldiers, many big salt dealers had to organize their own armed forces. In this way, many salt dealer leaders evolved from just businessmen selling private salt to becoming powerful men who caused trouble.

Private salt is not allowed to be sold.

Shiohiki is fine.

If a private salt dealer can acquire salt, the private salt can also be turned into official salt, but the salt from the yamen is actually sold here.

Speaking of which...

It’s also ridiculous!

Shaking his head, Fangzheng stepped forward.

Common items are sold in ghost markets, but most of them are extremely rare to find on the black market.

Such as various ferocious beasts, rare birds, magic weapon materials, and even a lady who is said to be from a famous family, the prices are clearly marked.

The many goods are eye-opening.

After a brief observation, Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze and headed straight for his destination.

"Wow..."

Opening the curtain, he walked into an inconspicuous-looking shop.

There was a young girl in green sitting behind the long table. She raised her head when she heard the sound, with a tempered smile on her face, and said in a crisp voice:

"Your Majesty, welcome!"

Fang Zheng glanced at the entire audience and frowned:

"Is this Qianji Pavilion?"

"Not bad." The girl nodded:

"Qianji Pavilion sells all kinds of information, including ancient secrets, past events, and current hot topics. Even the affairs of the beauties' boudoirs are no exception."

"As long as we have it, and as long as the young master can afford the price, any news can be bought and sold here."

"..." Fang Zheng looked at the girl, his expression gradually became suspicious, and he suddenly said:

"what are you?"

This was a very rude question, but there was no expression on the girl's face. She just smiled and turned sideways to reveal the door behind her.

"Ha ha……"

Laughter came from inside the door. A dwarf, no more than four feet tall, walked out with his hands behind his back. He nodded towards Fang Zheng and smiled:

"This friend has good eyesight. I, Xiao Cui, is a machine puppet created by an expert from the Mo family. It can be fake and real. My friend is the third person to see through it on the spot."

"Mechanism puppet?"

Fangzheng's eyes narrowed:

"What a brilliant Mojia art!"

He didn't pay attention at first, but when he got closer, he realized that the girl's expression was stiff and her eyes were dull when she spoke.

Upon closer inspection, we found that everything about the girl was different from ordinary people.

"yes."

The dwarf nodded and put his hand on the girl's arm. He actually tore off a layer of skin, revealing something densely packed inside that looked like gears.

The girl subconsciously closed her arms, and the gears turned accordingly. Her flexibility was the same as that of ordinary people.

"The Mo family's organ skills can make people marvel, but the method of injecting soul into this puppet to make it come alive is truly amazing."

He smiled, waved the girl back, and asked:

"What do you want to buy, brother?"

Fang Zheng followed the girl in green with his eyes still filled with shock.

Modern society also has mechanical prosthetics and robots, but they are far from the ones in science fiction movies, and they can be said to be fake at first glance.

And this girl...

Unbelievable!

How could a mechanism puppet from another world reach this level?

Now that we can make humanoid puppets lifelike, can we also make things similar to sniper rifles and airplanes?

"Brother?"

"Brother, come to your senses."

The dwarf waved his hand, causing Fang Zheng to wake up from his random thoughts.

"Feel sorry."

He cupped his hands:

"Too surprised at the moment."

"Understood." The dwarf nodded:

"When I first met him, his performance was not as good as my brother's."

"cough!"

Fang Zheng coughed lightly and said:

"I want news about the Chen family in Wanbao Pavilion."

"Chen family?" The dwarf looked enlightened and said with a smile:

"This is a hot trend recently, Chenghui thirty taels of gold."

"Thirty taels of gold?" Fang's expression changed slightly:

"You can find out the situation of the Chen family by asking a little now. Thirty taels of silver is acceptable, but thirty taels of gold... Is your price too high?"

"Otherwise." The dwarf shook his head:

"Others' information is not as comprehensive as Qianji Pavilion's, and the information obtained from other sources is certain to be accurate. However, Qianji Pavilion's reputation as an innocent child cannot be faked."

"Brother." He said seriously:

"Qianji Pavilion has the latest news about the Chen family, and there may be an opportunity to get rich overnight. Let's see if we can seize it."

"Compared to this, what is a mere thirty taels of gold?"

"..." Fang Zheng didn't say anything.

"That's it." The dwarf sighed:

"How about I add a collection of recent news from Zhaonan Mansion? No matter how cheap it is, I will definitely not be able to make the decision."

"make a deal!"

Fang Zheng finally nodded and asked casually:

"If I want to buy something yin, where should I go?"

"This news is considered a gift." The dwarf handed over two pamphlets while collecting the check, and said casually:

"There is a street in the black market dedicated to people who practice magic. There is something you want in there. Of course, you can also go to Wanbao Pavilion."

After walking out of Qianji Pavilion, the cold wind blew, causing Fang Zheng to tighten his black robe subconsciously.

He glanced back.

So dark!

Shaking his head and being speechless, he walked towards the depths of the black market.

…………

"Guest sir."

The stall owner is sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a miniature screen in front of him. There are many women on the screen, and the colorful embroidery is flying and beautiful.

"My picture of hundreds of beauties can be used to harmonize yin and yang, and refer to the bliss of men and women. After dark, all the beauties in the picture can be summoned to enjoy together."

"The price is eight hundred taels of silver, absolutely not expensive."

The screen is only a foot long, and there are not many beautiful women on it, but there are about ten or twenty of them, all of them lifelike.

Fang Zheng knelt down and looked at the woman on the screen, his eyes flickering:

"Killing people to take their souls and trapping them in this magic weapon using secret methods is a good idea, Taoist Master, but does it harm Tianhe?"

He saw clearly.

The women on the screen are not dead objects, but the souls of each woman. No wonder they can be summoned to participate in the bliss of men and women.

"Ha..." The stall owner, who was wearing a black robe, raised his head slightly when he heard the words. A finger withered to the point of being skinny and boneless was slowly poked out of his long sleeve, and he tapped the screen:

"This thing was not made by a poor Taoist, but was obtained from an evil Taoist. Fellow Taoist, please don't be righteous. If I destroy this magic weapon, the woman in the picture will instantly lose her soul."

"At that time, who will be responsible for the cause and effect?"

Fang Zheng shook his head.

After death, the three souls and seven souls each have their own destiny.

Nowadays, the souls of all the female ghosts have been absorbed into the screen. Without the physical body to provide essence, they are equivalent to rootless duckweeds. Once these female ghosts are released, they will devour the essence, blood and vitality of living people on their own.

Anyone who buys it can expect to be sucked and fucked by adults.

and,

The female ghost in the painting will also turn into a bloodthirsty and resentful spirit over time. This will not change just because the woman was good-natured during her lifetime.

Without a physical body, obsessions and resentments will only accumulate until they completely blind the mind.

"Fellow."

The stall owner was unhappy with the audio:

"If you don't want to buy it, you can leave. Don't disturb my business."

"Ha..." Fang Zheng chuckled:

"Taoist Master, please don't get excited. I'm here to do business. I heard that you can buy Yinhun Beads here. Is that true?"

The Yin Soul Pearl is a condensed form of Yin Qi that only a mage can refine.

That is to say,

This person in front of me is a mage!

But it's obviously not the right way to go.

"Do you want to buy the Yin Soul Bead?" The stall owner turned his eyes and looked through Fang Zheng's black robe to the Five Ghost Pocket hanging around his waist. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes:

"Use it to feed the ghosts, right?"

"How to use it, Taoist Master doesn't need to worry about it." Fang Zheng said:

"It seems that the Taoist priest has it, how can he sell it?"

"Fifty taels of silver a grain." The stall owner stretched out a finger. The shriveled flesh and bones of the fingers looked like they came from a skeleton.

"It's expensive." Fang Zheng shook his head and took out something from his body:

"How about I trade this for it?"

"This is..." The stall owner looked down and his voice trembled slightly:

"Ginseng essence?"

"Not bad." Fang Zheng nodded:

"A drop of ginseng essence is exchanged for a Yin Hun Pearl."

"This..." The stall owner hesitated, as if he wanted to bargain. When Fang Zheng was about to hold the porcelain bottle filled with ginseng essence, his voice changed again and he said hurriedly:

"make a deal!"

"Okay." Fang said with a smile on his face.

"I have twenty drops of ginseng essence here."

"Twenty drops?" The stall owner's fingers trembled slightly and his voice sounded regretful:

"I don't have that many Yin Soul Beads."

"how many?"

"Twelve."

"Then let's change twelve first."

Fang Zheng did everything he could to do this. He took out an empty bottle and separated out twelve drops of ginseng essence, then exchanged twelve Yin Soul Beads with the other party.

"Fellow Taoist." The stall owner leaned forward and said:

"Twelve Yin Soul Beads shouldn't be enough. I still have them where I live. Fellow Taoist will come back in three days. How about we trade again?"

"Three days from now?" Fang Zheng shook his head. He didn't intend for anyone to confirm his itinerary:

"let's discuss it later."

"I'm often in the black market." The stall owner obviously knew this and said hurriedly:

"This is Pindao's fixed stall. Fellow Taoist fellows can come directly to me next time. I will keep the Yin Soul Beads in exchange for ginseng essence."

"When the time comes..." Fang Zheng said, his ears twitching slightly, he stood up and looked into the distance.

There was a faint noise there, and two figures jumped onto a high platform.

"There must have been a dispute, and we are preparing to fight to resolve the dispute." The stall owner also looked up and whispered:

"The young man in purple is the Qilin son of the Qian family. He has already become a Great Zhou Tianwu Master at a young age. His opponent will be in trouble."

The Qian family’s Qilin son,

Qian Fusong?

Fang Zheng nodded slowly. He had also been in Zhaonan Mansion for a while, especially paying attention to the situation of the Qian and Chen families in Wanbao Pavilion. How could he not have heard about the outstanding young people of the Qian family.

Then he asked:

"Isn't it okay to cause trouble here?"

"Not in private." The stall owner introduced:

"But if two people agree, they can go to the ring to compete. At that time, life or death will not matter, and the Archmage sitting here will not care."

Archmage?

Is there a great mage here?

Hearing this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but be slightly startled.

The Wuluo martial artist is the pinnacle of martial arts, and the Archmage is the pinnacle of the mage. However, the number of Archmages is far less than that of the Wuluo martial artist.

status,

Also higher.

"Let's do it!"

The sound of exclamation also brought Fang Zheng back to his senses.

The light and shadow of swords flashed in the distance, and with the breeze blowing, a person's body froze in place for an instant, and his head fell to the ground the next moment.

From engagement to end, no more than two breaths.

"Sure enough, the Qian family won." The stall owner sighed:

"That person is overestimating his own abilities. Little does he know that the Qian Family's Immortal Wind and Cloud Body Technique is a unique skill in Xuantian Dao. It can ignore any attack to a certain extent."

"You have brought disgrace upon yourself and lost your life in vain."

Fang Zheng said nothing, his face was solemn, still looking at the corpse on the ring.

He saw it clearly just now.

When the two of them fought, Qian Fusong's body was like a phantom, ignoring the long knife falling on his body, passing by the opponent's sword, and easily beheading him with one sword.

Immortal wind and cloud physical skills?

This power,

Can you ignore physical attacks?

Then my own pistol...

Fang Zheng felt a chill in his heart.

The man who fought Qian Fusong was not weak. Although he was not a great Zhou Tianwu master, he had strong energy and excellent sword skills, but he was vulnerable to Qian Fusong.

'really! ’

‘The world is so vast and there are so many talented people, but I am just a frog in the well in Gu’an County, unable to see the real world. ’

‘The puppets of the Mo family’s mechanism, the Taoists trap people’s souls to refine hundreds of beautiful pictures, but the martial arts also has such mysterious skills as Xianfengyun Taijutsu. ’

'I thought that since the vowel thunder method was successful, I should be a little more arrogant. Now it seems that it is better not to underestimate the people of the world and continue to be honest. ’

With a soft sigh, Fang Zheng walked towards the outside of the ghost market.

*

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The Qian family has Qilin son Qian Fusong, who has the martial arts training of Da Zhoutian at a young age. The Chen family also has two prides, the thirteenth sister who is a genius in martial arts and Chen Jiuniang who is a genius in martial arts.

Thirteenth sister is only twenty years old, but she is already a mage who has developed magical powers.

Jiuniang's famous name is Chen Yuyan. She is also a martial arts master with Zhou Tian cultivation. She has excellent swordsmanship. It is said that she also has a certain inheritance of Xuantian Dao.

pity……

These two are too young!

The younger generation has not really grown up yet, and there is no one in the Chen family who is the older generation to stand out, and the older generation is even more devastated.

Today's Chen family can be said to be in dire straits and in danger.

Once the hostile forces take action, they will definitely be violent, and then...

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and continued to look down.

‘The vowel thunder method involves the inheritance of Tianlei Mountain, and Tianlei Mountain is related to the legendary ancient thunder tribe. This matter should also be a secret in the Chen family. ’

‘Not many people must know. ’

'Chen Jiuniang, Thirteenth Sister, Chen Qi, the second master of the Chen family...'

Fang Zheng stroked the book with his fingers, clicking on each name, his eyes thoughtful.

After all, the Vowel Thunder Method is one of the top techniques in the world, so it is best to get it. He does not intend to give up, and of course he will not interfere in the dispute between the Qian and Chen families.

but,

It would also be feasible to take advantage of the two families' fighting to plunder a member of the Chen family and let him take him to the place of inheritance.

"Chen Qi!"

Fang Zheng paused with his fingers.

Compared with Chen family masters such as Jiuniang and Sanmei, although the second master Chen Qi has a high status in the Chen family, his own force value is very low.

even.

Even the true energy has not been cultivated.

But he has been in charge of the business of Wanbao Pavilion for many years and has controlled the core business of the family. He must know where the vowel thunder method is inherited. If he can win...

Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed softly.

As a core member of the Chen family's business, Chen Qi possesses the secret key to the family's treasure house, and he may have been targeted by other forces for a long time.

Want to get started, easier said than done?

As for Jiuniang and Thirteenth Sister...

Either he is on the front line of the battlefield, or he will be secretly sent away. With just him and Xiang Xiu, trying to capture him is tantamount to wishful thinking.

"stop!"

"That's it!"

Fang Zheng shook his head. He was not a thoughtful person and was good at planning. Once things got complicated, he was blinded and didn't know how to deal with them.

If you really encounter this kind of thing, you will most likely just rush over it.

Yuan Yin Leifa had no idea at the moment, so he simply picked up the news collection from Zhaonan Mansion and treated it as the current hot news to pass the time.

"The governor is inspecting on behalf of Tian, ​​has he already passed Changtu Mansion?"

"Looking at the route, Zhaonan Mansion shouldn't be coming, but the flood in Nandi of Gu'an County has affected one side, so this person should make a trip."

"Just right."

"The magistrate of Gu'an County is his protégé. Mr. Yan will soon be promoted to another place, so we can reminisce about old friendships when we meet him."

"But this governor is really afraid of death. He always wants the imperial army to go ahead before going anywhere. He probably also knows how bad his reputation is."

"Chang Wei?"

"Unexpectedly, after separation, Chang Wei actually met the injured witch Qin Keqing. He was chased by her to vent his anger, and he had no choice but to jump into the river to escape."

"After passing out, he was revived by a woman and brought her back to his house to be his concubine. Is this a story from a graphic novel?"

"Escape from desperate situations every time, could this be the protagonist?"

Fang Zheng was speechless.

"Fang porcelain has become popular, sales have increased significantly, and some porcelain merchants from the capital have purchased it. I didn't expect that Qianji Pavilion would even have such news."

"Linghu An challenged the Korean master of Tenglong Martial Arts School, and the two tied."

"Linghu An..."

…………

The next day.

"Brother Wen!"

Linghu Anlang walked over with a smile and said loudly:

"Long time no see, how are you?"

"It's acceptable." Fang Zheng once again pretended to be Wen Tailai, the thunder hand, and visited Linghu An's house in Zhaonan Mansion.

He cupped his fists and raised his hands towards the opponent:

"Master Linghu is in high spirits and seems to be doing well these days!"

"Haha..." Linghu An gently stroked his beard:

"Some happy news indeed."

He recently took the elixir brewed by golden thread carp, and there are vague signs of breaking through to the realm of leakage-free, and he has established a firm foothold in Fucheng.

It can be said to be a double happiness, and your face will be naturally radiant.

"When did Brother Wen come to Zhaonan Mansion?"

"Just arrived."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth:

"I originally planned to go to Gu'an County to catch up with Mr. Fang Zheng and reminisce about old times. I never thought there would be officers and soldiers stationed there, so I decided to come here to have a look."

"I just happened to hear about the Linghu family's challenge to the Tenglong Martial Arts School, so I came here to visit."

"Gu'an County has been really inconvenient recently." Linghu An nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed inward:

"As for the challenge..."

"The rumors in the market are not true. I just found an opportunity to compete with the Korean gym leader. I was lucky enough to not be defeated. I am already satisfied."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows:

"It is said that the leader of the Han Palace is known as the number one person in the Zhaonan Mansion who is undefeated. The head of the Linghu family is undefeated...could it be that he is about to advance to the level of Wulu?"

"Hey!" Linghu An shook his head and sighed:

"How can it be so easy to have a true body without leakage?"

Having said that, he could not hide the smile on his face, and he was obviously somewhat confident.

Improving the level without leakage is not just as simple as a great increase in strength. There is no leakage in the body and essence, which also means an extension of life.

In theory.

A martial artist without leaks can live for one hundred, forty or fifty years, and will die suddenly in a short period of time until his energy and blood decline.

Linghu An still has the true skill of immortality. Even if he has to fight with others, as long as he is not seriously injured, it will not be a problem to live to a hundred years old.

He is now in his early fifties...

If you really become a Wuluo martial artist, you will still have a living.

"Brother Wen is so angry that he seems to have made great progress in his cultivation."

Linghu An's eyes flickered and he suggested:

"Gestures?"

"No way." Fang Zheng smiled and waved his hand:

"I can't compare to the head of the Linghu family."

"Brother Wen, why do you have to be so modest?" Linghu An shook his head, suddenly made a sword and stabbed diagonally:

"watch out!"

He put his index and middle fingers together and formed a sword gesture. It seemed like a light thrust, but it was extremely sharp. The sword intention was already there before the sword finger reached.

Fang Zheng's body moved with excitement, and the fur where the sword pointed was tightened. At the same time, he raised one hand, and the muscles and bones in his body made a thunderous sound and gathered in the palm of his hand.

"Lefa!"

"The muscles and bones roar together!"

Linghu An raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face. The opponent's move had clearly transformed his true strength into his bones, and the foundation of martial arts was already established.

Even if there are some hidden injuries, the strength can be dissolved into the bone marrow. This is the basis for seamless advancement.

He barely reached it when he was nearly fifty years old.

and.

The method practiced by the other party was obviously extraordinary, at least stronger than his own inheritance. The thunderous force of his palms made his sword fingers feel slightly numb.

As his thoughts turned, Linghu An couldn't help but feel a flash of jealousy in his heart.

"good!"

With a low whistle, he spun around, pointed his sword diagonally at the back of his head, and forced out a foot of sword energy from his fingertips, which could break through gold and iron.

If the mortal body is stabbed by it, there will probably be a hole on the spot.

This is it.

He has already used six points.

"drink!"

Fang Zheng's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly. The thunder rolled in, like a thunder explosion on the ground, and Linghu An's figure was stagnated.

Taking this opportunity, he raised his big hand and struck the sword with a thunderous sound.

The Five Thunder Hands surged with great strength, and struck out continuously with several palms. The thunder became louder and louder, and finally merged into one.

"boom!"

Linghu An's clothes trembled and he pointed his sword forward. Lei Yin was separated by his sword, and his remaining strength forced Fang Zheng to retreat.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Fang Zheng looked at his palm, and a red dot suddenly appeared. He couldn't help but expressed surprise and praised:

"The head of the Linghu family is very capable, Wen is ashamed of himself."

"Brother Wen is too modest." Linghu An looked complicated:

"The method you practice is amazing, and you are much younger than me. Your future achievements are limitless. Sooner or later you will surpass me."

He said with a sigh.

He had used 80% of his strength just now, but he only had a slight upper hand.

If you want to truly win, you have to hold the sword and go all out. The original Wen Tailai was far from that strong. He took the Golden Thread Carp and his strength increased a lot. Unexpectedly, it was still not as fast as the opponent's strength.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel depressed.

However, he is not a person who worries about gains and losses. On the contrary, he has a firm mind. He came out of this depression in an instant, smiled and stretched out his hand:

"Walk!"

"Come inside and talk."

Fang Zheng chuckled and nodded.

His vowel thunder method has approached the realm of six thunders, and he has realized the wonders of thunder sounds. His physical body is full of strength, and his strength is almost doubled.

The strength is naturally stronger than before.

If you achieve the realm of six thunders...

‘The top method can defeat the weak with the strong, and I will not deceive you sincerely. If it can be fully inherited, it is not a delusion to have a flawless battle in the realm of six thunders. ’

'I think that Senior Brother Wu, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, can play with the veteran Zhou Tianwu Master like a cat and mouse at a young age, and I may not be able to do it. ’

After entering the house, the two chatted happily.

Fangzheng's main purpose of this trip was to inquire about the situation in Zhaonan Mansion and to make some insinuations about the current situation of the Chen family. After all, he could not completely trust Qianji Pavilion.

The dispute between the Qian and Chen families in Wanbao Pavilion is a major event in Zhaonan Mansion recently, and Linghu An is not aware of it.

…………

A few days later.

Fangzheng was invited to Feiqiong Tower.

This place is one of the best restaurants in Zhaonan Mansion, especially the chef's method of cooking fish. It is always full of customers.

Top floor.

"Brother Wen."

Linghu An pushed open the door and walked in, extending his hand and saying:

"This is Qi Gandao, the owner of the Qijia Village outside the city. The Qi Family has a military background. The soldiers they trained are all elite soldiers on the battlefield."

"This is Chu Nansheng, the deputy master of the Tenglong Martial Arts School. He is the younger brother of the master of the Tenglong Martial Arts School. His secret skill of exploring the Dragon Claw is the best in Zhaonan Mansion..."

"The money of the Qian family, Master Qian..."

"Everyone." After turning around, Linghu An introduced:

"This is Brother Wen, the Thunderman Wen Tailai I often call. Brother Wen and I met in Gu'an County, and we can be considered old friends."

"Brother Wen." Qian Zhengwen gestured:

"The small Gu'an County can actually produce two masters, Master Linghu and Brother Wen. It seems that the pond water can also raise dragons!"

"I don't dare." Fang Zheng handed over his hand:

"Master Qian, you're welcome."

Everyone present was of extraordinary status, and no one was weak in cultivation, but it was this young master who spoke first.

The surname is Qian...

The Qian family in Wanbao Pavilion?

Fang Zheng looked at Linghu An, who nodded slightly, which was obviously what he was thinking.

"Speaking of which, there is another person in Gu'an County." Qi Gandao, the owner of Qijia Village, said with a smile:

"Fang Zheng, the boss of Fang Ci, is a good businessman. In just a few years, Fang Ci porcelain has been sold well in several houses."

"Even porcelain merchants from the capital came from thousands of miles away to buy it."

"Fang porcelain is one of the most precious porcelains in the world!"

"Not bad." Linghu An nodded:

"You all don't know. Compared to me and others who fight and kill, Mr. Fang is the real one. No one from top to bottom in Gu'an County dares to say that he is not."

"Let me ask, who can do it?"

"Oh!" Qian Zhengwen asked curiously:

"Why?"

"Of course it's because Mr. Fang is generous with his wealth and does not want to live up to his reputation." Linghu An said with a smile:

"Fang Ci's business seems to be owned by Mr. Fang, but in fact everyone from the prefect, Mr. Yan, to the Yamen police officers have a hand in it."

"Even I have a share."

"Furthermore, Fang Ci's employees are never stingy with money. Yunzhi Textile Factory recruits a large number of female workers, and they are highly respected in the hearts of the people."

"To offend Young Master Fang is to offend the entire Gu'an County."

"oh!"

"You are so capable?"

"amazing!"

Hearing this, several people in the venue couldn't help but admire him.

"What a good idea!" Qian Zhengwen even clapped his hands and praised:

"To be willing to give up your own money, win over officials and gentry, and take a city into your pocket, this kind of behavior is not something ordinary traders can do."

"admire!"

"This kind of people are more admirable than those who are masters of martial arts and martial arts."

He sighed with emotion and admiration, which made Fang Zheng a little embarrassed. He didn't think so much when he did these things.

I just thought that it would be more convenient to tie people into an interest group for the money.

"It is said."

Linghu An frowned, thoughtfully:

"There are rumors that Mr. Fang was of extraordinary origin, but he was in trouble for some reason."

"That makes sense." Qian Zhengwen nodded:

"Only the children of aristocratic and wealthy families know how to prepare for a rainy day, share the benefits, and will not monopolize it like some people do."

As he spoke, he hummed slightly.

"The Taotie only eats but does not vomit. It may seem like it is ruling the roost for a while, but there will always be a day when it is old and everything that has been eaten in the stomach will be vomited out."

"The Chen family has occupied Wanbao Pavilion's business in Zhaonan Mansion for many years. Even the Xuantian Taoist disciples have found it difficult to interfere. It has long annoyed all the real people."

"This time the Qian family replaces him, which is in line with the will of heaven."

"I hope you can help me!"

He stood up, cupped his fists and cupped his hands:

"When the thing is done, the Qian family will be very grateful!"

Um?

What are you doing!

Is this the Qian family recruiting helpers to deal with the Chen family?

but……

It would be nice to get a closer look at the Chen family's situation.

Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, thoughtfully, and everyone else in the room looked at each other, obviously also having their own plans.

There's no rush.

Today's gathering should be just to say hello in advance, and the formal cooperation will not be so hasty.

…………

A few more days.

The atmosphere in the city gradually became tense, and even ordinary people could sense that something was wrong. The number of pedestrians on the road became visible to the naked eye.

Ghost market.

Fang Zheng arrived at the entrance by familiar means, threw out the token, and stepped inside.

Seeing that no one was watching him go in, he pursed his lips, found a place to rest, came to a deserted place, and tapped the wooden board beside him.

"The man went in."

"Um."

Behind the wooden board, a person spoke in a muffled voice:

"knew."

Then he threw out a money bag.