I will survive with proficiency

Lianyun City West District.

In the west district in the evening, the monks of the family had finished their busy day and returned to their houses, and the shops in the market began to close.

There is no night market in Lianyun City.

In other words, even the West District, where the law and order is relatively good, is not safe at night.

In Fangshi, a city in the west district, a "Hong's Cloth" shop with a small storefront and unobtrusive exterior decoration was empty.

At this time.

A friar with a rough appearance and an unshaven beard stopped the shopkeeper who was about to close the door:

"Shop, buy a piece of cloth."

The hunched shopkeeper turned his head and glanced at the monk who came to buy cloth, and continued to close the door: "It's closed, fellow Taoist, come back tomorrow, remember to hurry up."

The words fell, but the hand that closed the door was held down immediately, and the rough and frivolous monk said hoarsely:

"I also ask the shopkeeper to help me. I have a happy family and urgently need a piece of red cloth. The cloth is six feet long and one foot wide. The size cannot be more or less."

The hands of the rickety store closing the door froze, glanced at the rough monk with cloudy eyes, and said slowly: "Congratulations, fellow daoist. Purple is an auspicious color. You are happy at home, why don't you buy purple?"

The rough and crazy monk has no expression on his face:

"Red is festive, just red. It is inlaid with golden lace, and the pattern is Cuishan flower. There are twenty-six flowers, one cannot be more, and one cannot be less."

The rickety shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and finally stopped closing the door. The tall wooden door was half open and half closed, waiting for the master's next move.

After a while, the rickety shopkeeper nodded and said:

"Fellow Daoists have quite a few requests, so they have to be customized. Since you are interested, you can come in with me."

Store doors reopened.

The rough and crazy monk breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, He Xianxiang's information was effective. Based on this alone, stewed monster meat is enough.

The rough and crazy monk Chen Ping followed the store owner into the store.

The storefront is really not that big, it looks tens of square meters, and all kinds of cloth are hung together, which makes the space look extremely small. The hanging fabrics are not too high-end, they are all ordinary fabrics. In short, an unremarkable shop.

Chen Ping didn't say a word the whole time, and followed the shop owner into the shop, but the shop waiter didn't follow in, and stood guard at the door. And the shopkeeper went behind the counter.

"What information do fellow daoists want?" the shopkeeper cut to the chase.

Perhaps there was no one at the moment, the store did not lead Chen Ping to a high-secret room such as a dark room, but communicated directly in the store.

Since the store is direct, Chen Ping didn't beat around the bush, and handed over a piece of yellow talisman:

"Alone, Situ Shan,"

"This is the address of his house. I want all his information."

The reason for giving the address of the house is because I am worried that there will be people with the same name and surname. After all, Situ Shan is a small person, and the store owner may not know him. If you get the wrong information, you're screwed.

The shopkeeper obviously did this kind of thing a lot, and he was familiar with the road, without the slightest surprise.

Just routinely say:

"50 low-grade spirit stones."

The price is quite reasonable.

Information is always valuable, but Situ Shan is only a mere second-floor qi training ant, worthless. Comparing the two, the price is almost the same.

Chen Ping paid out silently.

There are only 13 disposable low-grade spirit stones in his pocket. But there are still 200 reserve funds, which have never been used, and are waiting for one day to be used for emergency.

Now is the moment of emergency in Jianghu.

No, save the moment.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, there may be some in stock, I'll come as soon as I go." The shopkeeper took the spirit stones, counted them, and immediately turned around to uncover a large and heavy piece of cloth behind the counter, which disappeared.

The moment the cloth was uncovered, Chen Ping could only see the darkness behind him, unable to see anything. But I can feel the faint coercion in the dark, and that kind of coercion is not weak. Or rather strong.

... There are high-level monks in the dark.

A moment later, when the shopkeeper reappeared, he had an extra file in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, please read. Do you understand the rules?"

"Understand."

Chen Ping took the file.

The so-called rule is that the dossiers cannot be taken away, and what they sell is knowledge, not commodities. I am afraid that the store does not want to become a loophole due to the circulation of files.

It's a bit of a 'burn after reading' feeling.

Chen Ping opened the file on the spot.

Situ Shan's materials are lackluster.

It is nothing more than the introduction of his family, the introduction of his cultivation base, the introduction of his skills and spells, and the introduction of his address.

After the introduction of spells and skills, there are conscientious remarks, to the effect that a monk's swordsmanship, spells, and other strengths may change at any time, and these information may lag behind.

These are not what Chen Ping cares about.

But when he saw the bottom line, even though he had already guessed in his heart, when he saw it now, Chen Ping's heart still jumped.

[Situ Shan: Qi Jianglun's secret apprentice. 】

Chen Ping clenched his hands, and instantly understood a lot of things. Things that had no clue at first became extremely clear, and the ins and outs were clear at a glance.

It turned out to be Qi Jianglun.

That makes perfect sense.

"Fellow Daoist, have you finished reading it?" The shopkeeper pointed to the hourglass next to it that was about to run out.

Chen Ping returned the dossier and said in a hoarse voice:

"Buy another person's information, Qi Jianglun."

The shopkeeper is still expressionless:

"160 spirit stones."

Chen Ping's mouth twitched.

But still pay silently.

Is it expensive?

It's so fucking expensive.

According to his previous earning power, several years of storage would not be able to buy Qi Jianglun's information alone. According to the current earning power of selling talisman skins, with a surplus of 8 spirit stones a month, it takes a full 20 months, nearly 2 years of storage, to buy this information.

Buy?

Must buy.

After a while, Chen Ping got Qi Jianglun's dossier, and the procedure was the same—read it immediately, and return the dossier at the hourglass time.

"Fellow Daoist? Is there anything else?" the shopkeeper reminded.

Chen Ping touched the inner lining, and there were some spirit stones from Situ Shan's corpse.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Buy another message."

The rickety store owner was a little surprised. He took a serious look at Chen Ping for the first time and thought, can you afford to buy so many people's information at once?

But this is a buyer's business, and as a store owner, I can't interfere.

The shopkeeper nodded and said slowly:

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

Chen Ping still had the same hoarse guttural voice: "The caravan that will come to Lianyun City last time, when will it arrive?"

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback.

Not many people buy this kind of information.

But then back to normal.

Can come to the store to buy information, who doesn't have it? Some people buy the time when a certain woman comes to Kuishui.

"Fellow Daoist bought the information twice, and the third information is worthless, so there is no charge. It is considered a gift from the store to Fellow Daoist."

"If the journey goes smoothly, there will probably be a caravan arriving in Lianyun City in 6 days, but if there are other incidents on the way, it will be uncontrollable."

Chen Ping understood.

Hand over and leave.

"Fellow Taoists understand the rules after going out, right?"

"Naturally."

This information was inquired by him himself, and it has nothing to do with this store. He can't mention the transaction of information between the two parties with anyone, otherwise he will be held accountable.

The so-called 'pursuing' means not dying.

In short, everyone can know that my shop provides information, but no one can have evidence.

Chen Ping left the cloth shop, spat out the cobblestone that suppressed his voice in his mouth, followed the old procedure, turned a few streets, changed his makeup a few times, and then headed all the way east.

At the same time, he sorted out Qi Jianglun's message in his mind.

Qi Jianglun, first-order casual cultivator.

In the early years, he learned how to make rune skins from an old master. This guy is not talented in cultivation, but his talent in making rune skins is different, so he figured out a set of skills for making rune skins by himself.

Then he killed his teacher and set up his own family.

Because of his superb skills, he quickly gained a reputation in the small circle of talisman skin making. Since then, he has embarked on the road of recruiting apprentices and teaching careers.

Surprisingly, Qi Jianglun, whose pockets were gradually bulging, didn't choose to spread out. He didn't even look for a Taoist companion, and focused on making talisman skins.

Apart from making talisman skins, Qi Jianglun has another great hobby, which is gambling. He hangs around the gambling houses all the year round, and the people who gamble every day are haggard.

As for whether it was because of gambling that he embarked on the path of poorly recruited apprentices frantically hunting for spirit stones. It was because he took too many spirit stones by recruiting apprentices, and then fell into a gambling addiction. This is unknown, it was not written in the dossier.

‘No wonder this guy makes so much money and the yard is still so simple. ’ Chen Ping remembered the scene he saw when he went to study at Qi Jianglun’s house.

‘Is gambling so addictive? It's really unreasonable for Qi Jianglun to sink into the gambling house without even looking for a Taoist companion. I am sworn to death with drug gambling! '

Chen Ping was confused and incomprehensible.

But that's what the data says.

also.

In the early years, Qi Jianglun invited a high-ranking monk as a guest to protect his safety, but he was almost murdered by that high-ranking monk later, and he never invited him again. And led to a suspicious character.

In order not to be missed by outsiders, Qi Jianglun chose to live next to the house of one of the leaders of the city defense, named Zhou Jianping. This is similar to Chen Ping's choice to live next to Yu Qingyi.

Chen Ping thought the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. Zhou Jianping's cultivation level is not introduced in the information, but it is impossible to be weak. Otherwise, you can't be one of the leaders.

Other than that, Qi Jianglun had only a few disciples who had close contacts with him.

Situ Shan is one of them.

Besides Situ Shan, there was another apprentice whose identity was not disclosed to the public.

There are four apprentices whose identities are disclosed to the public. When he was learning leather crafting at Qi Jianglun's residence, the monk who distributed books and gave discipline guidance to everyone was one of his apprentices.

These five people are all second-tier Qi practitioners.

Qi Jianglun himself is a Qi trainer on the fourth floor, and there is still a long distance from the fifth floor.

At the end of the dossier, Qi Jianglun's final comment on the coffin was given.

[Qi Jianglun: It is not appropriate to rob the road. ]

This conclusion is quite reasonable.

Come to think of it, Qi Jianglun has a lot of fame but little money. A great reputation means that the probability of robbery being traced is high, and there are several apprentices, so the risk of robbery is also high. But because this guy lingers in the gambling shop all year round, all his money is lost, and the income from robbery is too small.

The input-output ratio is not equal.

In addition, the dossier also gave a suspected but unconfirmed information:

Qi Jianglun seems to have a backhand, but the backhand cannot be in the late stage of Qi training, because the cultivators in the late stage of Qi training have a radish and a pit in Lianyun City, all under the eyes of Hong's cloth, it is impossible to treat Qi Jianglun like a dog and not Spotted by Hong's cloth. As for the monks in the early and middle stage of Qi training, because there are too many, Hong's cloth can't cover the eyes, and there may be mistakes.

Chen Ping withdrew his mind.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.