Invincible Starts From One Punch Martial Arts

"I want to know about Xia Chenxiao."

As soon as Liu Xun entered the door, he said straight to the point.

Upon receiving Du Ming's summons, Liu Xun, who was at home with Mei Jiao Niang, rushed over immediately.

"Five thousand taels of silver."

Du Ming said unequivocally.

It was only five thousand taels to speak, and Liu Xun frowned slightly.

This is not a small amount.

"Are you sure this news is worth five thousand taels?"

Du Ming smiled and said, "It's just more or less."

Liu Xun looked directly at him.

A second later, he directly took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and placed it on the table.

Du Ming stretched out his hand to touch it, and his mental power immediately probed it.

The quantity is just right, and the silver ticket is real.

A smile suddenly appeared on Du Ming's face, he put away the bank note, and said with a smile, "Our people saw Xia Chenxiao in Wanhun Ling three days ago, and he turned into a ghost."

"Ghost!" Liu Xun's eyes lit up, "Is the news reliable?"

"certainly."

Du Ming said calmly.

"it is good!"

Liu Xun clenched his fists subconsciously, and there was a touch of excitement in his eyes.

In other words, it can now be confirmed that Xia Chenxiao, the master of the Xia family, is definitely dead!

This is indeed very exciting news.

As soon as Xia Chenxiao died, the twenty-six houses on Fairy Street could be purchased. With the current momentum of his Liu family in Blue Moon City, the young master of the Xia family had to sell it if he didn't.

As for the price, it will definitely satisfy the Liu family.

"And what about the second message?"

During the subpoena, Du Ming mentioned to him that he had two pieces of information to tell him.

Du Ming smiled and stretched out five fingers, "Five thousand taels of silver."

Liu Xun's face twitched.

Five thousand taels again!

His Liu family's money was blown by the strong wind, right?

"Are you sure this second message is also worth five thousand taels?"

Du Ming smiled, and then said indifferently, "You don't have to buy it, I think there will be many people who want it. But I can remind you that this second message is related to the first one."

Liu Xun's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint flash of sternness.

This old thing actually dug a hole here.

Shouldn't it be to break a piece of news into two and sell it?

But he did not dare to be presumptuous.

It wasn't because he was afraid of Du Ming's strength.

Although Du Ming is an immortal cultivator, he is only in the fifth heaven of Qi realm.

With his strength as a martial artist of the third level of the Dirty Refinement Realm, in such a close face-to-face situation, he was completely not afraid of Du Ming, and he could even cut Du Ming down with a single shot.

What he was afraid of was the Vientiane Tower.

The Wanxiang Tower is a giant that spreads all over the Great Chu Kingdom. Even the city lord has to give three points of courtesy, not to mention the little Liu family.

And here, Du Ming now represents the Vientiane Tower.

How dare he be arrogant.

Immediately, he took out five thousand taels of silver bills from his arms again and handed them over.

Only the hand that was handed over trembled slightly.

This silver note is not his own, but was allocated to him by the city lord's mansion to let him buy the city guard's training resources and various military equipment.

If the news is not worth the money, then he will lose a lot.

His annual salary in the city guards was only three hundred taels of silver.

Of course, as the eldest young master of the Liu family and the commander of the City Guards, what he cares about is not the mere three hundred taels of silver, but other things.

Du Ming took it with his hand, smiled faintly, and then said, "On the night of the full moon, the young master of the Xia family will appear at the Shilipo Taoist Temple outside the city."

"That's it? Then what?"

Liu Xun asked in surprise.

"No, that's all. I wonder what else Liu Dashao wants?"

Du Ming said lightly.

Liu Xun heard Du Ming's tone of refusing people thousands of miles away, and there was even a hint of irony, and he froze for a while.

Satire?

What do you mean?

In terms of the normal professional ethics of Wanxianglou, it is by no means satirizing that guests spend too much money, or spend money unjustly.

That irony is...

Liu Xun thought about it and began to connect these two things together...

His eyes slowly lit up.

It was so!

Such a simple question, he didn't even think of it at the first time.

At that time, his mind was full of spending too much money, forgetting the true value of this information.

After confirming that Xia Chenxiao is dead, the pillar of the Xia family is definitely gone.

The Xia family has no pillars of support. If the young master of the Xia family is killed again, with his Liu family's relationship in the City Lord's Mansion, the twenty-six facades of the Fairy Street are not easily returned to the Liu family's name.

However, before that, we must find a way to get the land deeds for the twenty-six houses of the Xia family.

With the title deed, when the young master of the Xia family suddenly died suddenly, then the follow-up money would not have to be given. The Liu family spent a very small amount of money to get the twenty-six facade rooms.

But this information must be kept secret.

If everyone knew the news of the death of the Xia family master, the Liu family might not have the chance to acquire so many properties of the Xia family.

The ten thousand taels of silver was wasted.

The final thing right now is to get in touch with the young master of the Xia family as soon as possible and sign a purchase agreement.

As for the price, it is basically arbitrary. As long as the purchase agreement can be signed, the next step will be easy.

Of course, the premise is that Wanxianglou must keep Xia Chenxiao's death absolutely secret, and must not let other families know.

"Deacon Du, today's matter needs to be kept secret by the Wanxiang Building."

Liu Xun said.

Du Ming said with a solemn expression: "Master Liu, please rest assured, Wanxiang Building is a business and always puts credibility first. This news is only sold to you Liu's family, but the news is only valid for 20 days. After 20 days, we will Wanxianglou no longer has the responsibility to keep this information confidential."

Liu Xun nodded.

He knew that the reputation of Wanxiang Tower was still excellent.

Unlike some underground black market trading news, the news is sold again after the customer walks away.

Twenty days is enough!

No, it only takes seven days, or even five days, all the twenty-six facades of this Fairy Street belong to the Liu family.

Liu Xun's eyes flashed with excitement.

Then he said goodbye to Du Ming and left.

Of course, by the way, I also bought some nourishing products from the Wanxiang Building, as if he bought it on purpose, so that outsiders can't grasp it.

After Liu Xun left, Du Ming walked up to the third floor.

At the door of a room, after arranging his clothes, he knocked gently on the door.

"Come in."

A gentle voice sounded.

Du Ming pushed the door open, closed the door gently, and turned around.

The room is very simple, with original wood floors.

There are three large blank areas hanging on the surrounding walls, which can be called extremely simple landscape paintings.

There is only one low table in the whole room.

Behind the low table sat an old man with a ruddy face, wearing a gray robe, with white hair and beard, sitting cross-legged.

"The business is done?"

The old man who was closing his eyes to recuperate, opened his eyes and asked calmly.

"It's done."

Du Ming bowed and answered respectfully.

The old man seemed to have no cultivation, but only Du Ming knew how terrifying the opponent's strength was.