I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Wu Qiong took a deep breath and led the people behind him into the city.

Soon, a one-eyed young man appeared in front of them: "You guys, please follow me and go see Mr. Wu Yun."

Wu Qiong and the others nodded slightly, then followed.

Hui Tianyu led the way, his expression as usual.

Several disciples of the Hanshan sect who were on duty at the city gate looked at Wu Qiong and other members of the Perak sect with slightly complicated expressions.

When Wu Qiong reported his family name earlier, everyone guessed in their hearts that the Thunderbolt Sect, like their Hanshan Sect, would join Chang'an City.

This, logically speaking, is not so unexpected.

The top leaders of the Hanshan School basically have a consensus, and have greeted their disciples, reminding everyone to calm down and concentrate on doing their own things well.

There have been people from the Chen family before.

But anyway, the Chen family also had a good reputation in the past.

The person in charge at the moment, Chen Jiezhi, is also a master of the sixth realm of martial arts.

Faced with them, the young people of the Hanshan faction were more or less psychologically prepared.

But Thunderbolt Sect is different.

This is basically the same local force as their Hanshan faction.

Everyone started from the same point earlier.

"We have seized the opportunity, and they are one step behind, and they are one step behind."

Someone cheered up the fellow disciples: "As Senior Brother Cao said before, our current competitor is the Chen family, so we have to keep our eyes on the future!"

Everyone nodded, looking excited.

Wu Qiong didn't take the little commotion behind him to heart.

He gathered his energy and prepared to meet Mr. Wu Yun later.

Following behind the one-eyed young man in front, the members of the Perak Sect passed through the courtyard and came to a large hall.

After passing the transmission, Hui Tianyu left, and Wu Qiong led several fellow disciples into the hall.

Zhang Dongyun projected that Mr. Wu Yun, who was dressed in black, was sitting facing the gate of the palace, watching them come in.

"See seniors."

Wu Qiong and others saluted together.

Mr. Wu Yun, who looked like an old man in black, said calmly, "How?"

"For the time being, I will temporarily act as the head of the sect." Wu Qiong replied calmly.

Mr. Wu Yun raised his snow-white brows slightly: "Where's your former head?"

Wu Qiong's tone was a bit cautious: "If you go back to the senior, the senior brother was injured, it is difficult to travel long and bumpy, and he is still recovering from his injuries at the moment.

However, these days have passed, and he should have recovered a bit. If the senior has ordered, I will order someone to escort him here. "

Mr. Wu Yun smiled: "It's okay."

Seeing that the other party was dissatisfied with not keeping him alive, Wu Qiong was secretly relieved.

He continued: "It's just a pity that the outsider who secretly communicated with the senior brother escaped, and our faction failed to capture him.

Afterwards, he asked his senior brother, but he didn't know the specific origin of the other party, and every time the other party took the initiative to contact him.

but……"

Wu Qiong's tone was somewhat cautious: "According to my brother's guess, the person behind the other party may be... His Royal Highness of a certain county king in the capital."

"The son of King Tang, in order to win the heir, is he secretly cultivating his henchmen?"

Mr. Wu Yun smiled casually.

He didn't delve into the news, but instead asked: "You took the position of head and replaced it, how much blood has been shed in the Thunderbolt Sect?"

Wu Qiong looked a little bit sad, and replied slowly: "Senior brother is against the law, most of the fellows in this sect are dissatisfied, but there are still some people who obey him.

I waited for the surprise attack. Although they were caught off guard, there were still casualties. "

As he spoke, he carefully observed the expression of the old man in black in front of him:

"However, it didn't hurt the vitality of the faction, nor did it cause major turmoil."

From Wu Qiong's observation, the old man in black in front of him is definitely not a kind-hearted person.

When the other party asked him about the casualties in the internal strife of the Thunderbolt Sect, he probably didn't care about the disciples of the Thunderbolt Sect.

Instead, he was asking how the civil strife would affect the strength of the Thunderbolt Sect, and whether it would delay their service to Chang'an City.

After hearing Wu Qiong's answer, Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly:

"According to what you said last time, among the properties under the name of the Perak Sect, there is a business of carriage and horse transportation?"

Wu Qiong replied: "Exactly."

"Tongzhou is an important place for transportation, and people from all walks of life are waiting to come and go." Mr. Wu Yun said: "There is a suitable errand right now, and I will entrust it to you from the Thunderbolt Sect."

Wu Qiong saluted: "Please give me your instructions, senior, I will definitely handle the matter properly."

Several members of the Perak Sect behind him, who are all confidantes, followed him and saluted together: "I am willing to serve Chang'an, and I am willing to serve the seniors."

"Bi Song Shi Jing, you all should know." Mr. Wu Yun glanced at them.

Wu Qiong and the others nodded.

Jasper crystal is a mineral with a wide range of uses.

Not to mention some folks use it, many practitioners will use it.

In terms of output, it is not particularly scarce, but the overall situation is that demand exceeds supply.

Especially high-quality turquoise crystals.

If it appears on the market, generally speaking, it will be swept away soon.

Wu Qiong pondered in his mind, is there any need for this in the early construction of Chang'an City?

If they really want to find jade pine crystals, where should they go to buy them in large quantities?

He was thinking, but he heard the old man in black say:

"Here, Bisong stone crystals are produced. Since Tongzhou has a lot of people coming and going, I don't have to worry about buyers."

Mr. Wu Yun examined Wu Qiong: "If the Thunderbolt Sect has the ability to maintain a stable market, it's okay for you to represent this business yourself. What I value is a stable result, understand?"

Wu Qiong and the others took a deep breath.

Today's Bisong stone crystal veins are basically controlled by the Eastern Tang royal family and the top powers, and no new mines have been discovered for a long time.

I didn't expect there to be in Longling.

How did no one find out before?

Could it be that it was buried too deep?

In this way, mining and production are more problematic...

"Senior, I don't know how many jade pine crystals can be produced in Chang'an every day, every month, every year?" Wu Qiong asked cautiously.

Mr. Wu Yun said in a calm tone: "The daily production of Qianjun rough stones is just for leisure. As the number of people in the city increases, the output will only increase."

Wu Qiong and the others were stunned.

For minerals such as Bisong Shijing, it is only a rough stone, and the daily production of Qianjun is already an exaggerated figure.

If it can be dug continuously, this place is undoubtedly a super big mine.

"I will return to Tongzhou right now, and I will definitely handle this matter properly and give senior an answer as soon as possible." Wu Qiong said seriously.

Mr. Wu Yun waved his hand: "Let's not go in a hurry."

Wu Qiong and the others were astonished.

Mr. Wu Yun stood up, walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Everyone in the Thunderbolt Sect hurriedly followed.

At this time, a voice came from far outside the city:

"Tang Chi, the deacon of Wangzhen Temple, please see the Lord of Chang'an City."

Outside the city, an old Taoist priest looked solemn.

Beside him are two old, two middle-aged and four fellow disciples.

The two old Taoist priests were of the same generation as Tang Chi, and they were two generations older than the two captured Xie Zhao.

The two middle-aged Taoist priests were the uncles of Xie Zhao and the others.

The five members of Wangzhenguan looked solemnly, staring at the majestic city in front of them together.

Then, a light voice came from the city: "Come in."

The five of Tang Chi sorted out their descriptions and walked towards the city together.

Unexpectedly, just as the old Taoist stepped into the door with one foot, a voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Left foot?"

Tang Chi and the others were astonished.

And the voice continued:

"Take it."