C2 Pavilion of Ascending Smoke's Rankings

Hearing that the Pavilion of Ascending Mist was going to change Martial Arts Ranking, over a hundred people inside and outside the God Manifestation Workshop turned their heads to look. The newly written white Martial Arts Ranking slowly rose up, and Baili Qingcang's four big words were written on the first rank.

"Ah?" "He even managed to beat the number one gang leader in the world, the Beggar Gang, Shi Xingjian!" Everyone started to discuss and looked at Baili Qingcang.

The number one Martial Arts Ranking of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist was no small matter! Even Pang Ying, who easily defeated the number one sword attack of the Central Plains and was famous in the capital, barely managed to make it onto the leaderboard. It could be imagined just how high the top ranker's martial arts had gone!

Li Jinglong glanced at Baili Qingcang, smiled coyly and said, "Mr. Baili, no need to take it seriously, I was just joking."

Some of his subordinates saw the situation and said, "Young Master, it's almost time to go to court."

Li Jinglong downhill donkey, "another day to ask for guidance from Mr. Baili, farewell." With that, he led his people out of the Divine Arm Workshop.

"Humph!" Today, the Great General is going to be sentenced to prison tomorrow, "Baili Qingcang muttered to himself with a mocking expression," Are you still delusional enough to think about making a move on the Divine Arm Workshop? Heh heh … "You really overestimate yourself!"

Dongfang Zhongyue looked at Li Jinglong with a gaze as cold as frost. There wasn't a shred of surprise or sympathy, only the gloating anger slowly faded away from the corner of his mouth. "Serves you right …" Master, what kind of background does that Pavilion of Ascending Mist have? Their reactions are too fast! "

The Pavilion of Ascending Mist had always been a magical existence to the commoners of the capital. No one knew who the mastermind was, and no one knew where they got so much information. According to legend, the opening of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist followed the example of the Divine Artefact Workshop, answering all questions based on the premise that you could pay the appropriate remuneration.

There were rumors that the Pavilion of Ascending Mist was secretly using a rogue tactic method to demand sky-high prices for questions that they could not answer, causing the questioner to be unable to pay the fee and withdraw the question on his own. However, there were also people who said that the Pavilion of Ascending Mist would always follow their words. As long as you paid the appropriate price, you would definitely receive a satisfactory answer. The two completely opposite ideas made the Pavilion of Ascending Mist even more shrouded in a layer of mystery.

"Humph!" Baili Qingcang showed disdain on his face and said, "It's just some tricks. You don't need to care about it."

Dongfang Zhongyu was surprised, "Master, don't tell me that even you don't know where they came from?"

"Heh heh, even deities are not omnipotent …" Baili Qingcang smiled and said, "However, I am too lazy to care about it. If you look at that black ranking carefully, you will know where the mystery lies … Oh yeah, don't call me master from now on. I already said that you don't need to think of not taking in disciples anymore. "

Watching Baili Qingcang walk into the pearl curtain, Dongfang Zhongyue curled his lips and stuck out his tongue. He turned his head and looked at the gang list carefully: The first gang, the second school, the third gang, the fourth guild … Ah? She felt that something was wrong …

At this time, a chubby middle-aged man walked in. He wore silk and white jade, and a professional smile was evident on his face. "Young Master Dongfang, I have something to ask you."

"Alright, alright," Dongfang Zhongyue withdrew his gaze from the Pavilion of Ascending Mist and said: "You can ask me anything you want."

"My grandpa …" Fatty Bai was very careful. He turned around and whispered, "There was a golden Buddha passed down from my ancestors, but my father died of a sudden illness and didn't have time to explain anything. So this golden Buddha is hiding somewhere …" "Hehe, if Young Master Dongfang can help me find it, I'm willing to offer a thousand silver taels …"

Before he could finish his words, a servant brought out a piece of paper and passed it to Dongfang Zhongyue. The latter took over a hundred silver taels before letting Fatty Bai read the piece of paper.

"Third courtyard..." At the east side of the wooden building … "The third pillar on the left …" The fat on Fatty Bai's face trembled as he hurriedly walked out. He even said, "If I find him, I'll definitely give him another 900 taels of silver …"

The crowd outside the building started discussing. Some people said that Fatty Bai was a famous salt merchant with a nickname of Hou Jiu. He was extremely crafty, and that even if he found something, he would never come back to give away money. He smiled back at them from the east and continued asking questions...

Contrary to everyone's expectations, after an hour, the salt merchant returned on horseback, shouting out that everything was under control. Not only did they fulfill their promise to make up for 900 taels of silver, they even had people set firecrackers outside the Divine Artefacts Workshop. Because of this, the name "Shen Ji Workshop" spread like wildfire. The more it spread, the more magical it became …

After all, there were a lot of rich people in the capital city. Although the asking fee was a hundred taels of silver, the people who asked about the matter still formed a long line. It wasn't until the middle of Shen Zhui that the crowd gradually dispersed. Black clouds covered the sky, and large droplets of rain were pouring down.

After sending off the last person to ask questions, Dongfang Zhongzheng stood silently outside the building. It was still warm and cold in the third month of the year, and the wind that blew in with the rain made people feel a little chilly. The day was not long, and it was getting dark even earlier because of the rain. As the pedestrians disappeared, the shops were closed, leaving only the quiet and long streets. Occasionally, some officials would drive their horses by and the sound of iron hooves could be heard in the night sky. This scene reminded Dongfang Zhongyue of that rainy night six years ago …

At that time, Dongfang Zhongyu was only thirteen years old, and he left the capital with his parents. On this rainy night, the family of three fled to the castle of White Poplar. Under the cold and hunger, they had no choice but to enter a inn to satisfy their hunger. Just when the people from the east had returned, a dozen or so men had followed them and broken into the inn.

Mother used her frail body to protect her father from the wolves. The leader easily pushed her aside and she vomited blood. The men then took her and her father away. If not for the boss admiring his father's reputation, risking his life to cover his mouth and pull him behind the counter, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand here today. When he returned to the capital six years later, it was to avenge his parents, his eight hundred relatives, and his old family …

"Zhongyu, time to eat." Zhao Ziyu's sweet and crisp voice sounded behind him.

Fang Zhong came back to his senses and wiped the corners of his eyes as he let out a long sigh. When he closed the door, his eyes happened to pass by the Pavilion of Ascending Mist on the other side of the street. The third floor of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist was lit by candlelight, and behind the half-open window stood a figure. Seeing him look over, the man quickly closed the window.

"Hee hee …" The Dongfang Jingyue chuckled lightly, closed the door and walked into the rear building.

"Zhongyu, write a notice in a while. In the future, when you meet someone who opens a shop for business, the cost will increase to five hundred silver taels." Baili Qingcang was holding a half a foot long old ginseng in his hand, chewing it like it was a carrot.

The old mountain was tough and hard after drying. It was difficult to cut it with a knife, and he could feel the roots of his teeth tingling as easily as if he were biting cucumbers. After sitting down, the servant served him some rice. Although Baili Qingcang's servants were deaf and dumb, Dongfang Zhongyu still habitually thanked him.

There were four dishes on the table: fish, meat, eggs, and vegetables. "Elder Sister Zi Yu," he said as he ate, "there's no need to cook so much. It would be a waste if I couldn't eat all by myself."

Zhao Ziyu smiled and said, "You are growing up and eating more. It's just a few dishes, what's the point of wasting it? " She never ate fireworks, only some fresh fruit for the season, and she didn't eat much. Dongfang Zhongyu always thought: Could it be because she only eats fruits that her skin is so tender?

Baili Qingcang, on the other hand, didn't even eat the fruits. His food was all mountain ginseng, lingzhi, deer antler, leopard embryo, and other nutritious items. At this moment, he picked up half of the deer antler and began chewing it like he was eating broad beans.

"The more Dongfang Zhong thought about what he had just said, the more he could not help but ask," "Master …" "Don't call me master." Baili Qingcang didn't even look at him.

"Alright, Big Brother Baili." Dongfang Zhongyue felt slightly helpless, "Today's business is so good! He had almost collected four thousand taels of silver. Why didn't he open his store every day? I'll earn a lot of money to buy deer antlers for you! "

"Do I need money?" Baili Qingcang rolled his eyes at him. He tore off a piece of deer antler with his right hand and shook it. When he opened it again, it was a golden antler in his hand that shone with a golden light. "Huh?" Dongfang Zhongyue didn't think he had the ability to turn stone into gold, and was so shocked that his mouth dropped open.

Baili Qingcang threw the Golden Deer antler onto the table and said, "The whole purpose of opening the God Base is to help you, you think I want to make money? The reason why I opened it once every five days and raised the fees is to increase Shen Ji Workshop's reputation. I'm not looking at all the fortune-tellers, I'm here to attract all those officials and dignitaries. Isn't that your goal? "

"Oh …" Dongfang Zhongyu could only nod. There was nothing he could hide from Baili Qingcang, but he still added, "More importantly, I have made them forget my original identity."

Baili Qingcang turned around and continued chewing on the deer antler, "What's more, I don't have that much time to waste. I have to spend a lot of energy to convert this energy!"

Dongfang Jingyue curiously asked: "Big Brother Baili, how much deer antler and mountain ginseng do you need to eat to recover? You eat so many nutritious foods every day. If they were placed on ordinary people, they would have long since been roasted … It's burned out! "

"Based on the amount, I'll need at least another ten years to fully recover my magic power." Baili Qingcang said lightly. Dongfang Zhongyue couldn't help but secretly twitch his mouth, thinking that with so many good things, even a thousand people would be enough to make up for it! I wonder if he'll be all right if he eats it...

The night passed in silence. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was to hang up the notice he had written last night. Normally, the front of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist would already be filled with people, but today, the front of the Divine Arm Workshop was much more crowded than the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. Seeing that it was changed to the fifth day, many people who were waiting for questions started asking.

Dongfang Zhongyu didn't explain any further. He only said: "This kind of thing is extremely tiring. As a person, you should at least rest!" He went into the building. He had just closed the door when he heard the sounds of hooves coming from the street outside. He was afraid that there might be more than a dozen people there. Soon after, the door was knocked.

Dongfang Zhongyue thought that Cao Guoguo, Li Jinglong, had been humiliated and refused to accept it, so he brought some people to make trouble. When he opened the door, he saw a young military officer standing outside. "The officer, who wore a gold-threaded soft armor and had a lotus leaf gold helmet on his head, had a valiant look on his face. He cupped his fist and greeted Dongfang Zhongyue," "May I ask if Mr. Baili is here?

Dongfang Zhongyu saluted with his hands, pointed at the notice and said: "I'm sorry, but we don't open our shop until five or ten days ago. General, please come back in a few days …"

"Sigh!" The young military officer said, "I'm not here to ask questions, I'm here to meet Mr. Baili Qingcang."

"I'm sorry, he's very busy and doesn't see anyone else." The more people in the east retreated, the more they had to close the door. Behind the young officer stood more than a dozen other military officers. One of them immediately took two steps forward to block the door, and berated: "Do you know who our general is? How dare he be so unreasonable! "Do you not want to live anymore?"