Showdown, I am the koi of the world of immortality

"cost?"

Tu Nian blinked in confusion, and he, Jin Nanfeng and Chu Qiurong also put down the books in their hands and turned their eyes around in confusion.

This kind of thing can be regarded as a secret in the world of immortality. Except for Nie Yanchen, the gossip basket, even the other sect leaders may not know it.

Nie Yanchen immediately became happy and scolded a few people: "Look, I have to catch up on my knowledge with you on weekdays, but you always find me verbose. Now, let's see how ignorant you all are in reality." "

Glancing at the two senior brothers who were sitting on pins and needles from the corner of his eye, Tu Nian snickered to himself.

It seems that before she joined the sect, these two senior brothers must have suffered many years of abuse. Nie Yanchen's words were high-sounding, but in fact they were just an old lady's talk.

Nie Yanchen straightened his body, put on his master's airs and said, "Master, I will tell you about the Misty Rain Pavilion."

The three curious babies immediately looked sideways, with focused expressions.

Clearing his throat, Nie Yanchen started with his favorite question-and-answer interaction, "Everyone knows that Yanyu has the most timely and accurate information in the entire world of immortality, but have you ever thought about where Yanyu's news channels come from? Coming?"

Chu Qiurong had no time to think and said: "Not to mention normal wandering inquiries, there must be a lot of dead people in Yanyu's assassination business."

Tu Nian deeply agreed.

In fact, it's not just Yanyu, but Yuqing's dungeon and Bihai's Endless Tower. These are not only used for detention, but also as weapons for torturing and interrogating prisoners. There is an unknown amount of blood and tears condensed behind the simple line of text in the classics.

"There is also a secret thorn." Jin Nanfeng added.

These days, there are a lot of secret assassinations among sects. You can know this by looking at Lin Qingqing and Ding Rong a while ago.

The words and secret stabs in the dead man's mouth are all easy to figure out. Nie Yanchen was not surprised that several disciples could guess this. He smiled and nodded, "What else?"

"What else?" The three of them were all surprised and fell into deep thought for a moment.

Tu Nian's mind turned around twice, wondering if Yanyu's business could be worth the news. Who would have thought that she would have guessed right this time.

Seeing that no one among the disciples spoke, Nie Yanchen announced the answer in a leisurely manner, "In addition to using money, the most common way for Yanyu to buy his life is to use a secret that no one knows."

"Is this really true?" Tu Nian said in surprise.

"Otherwise, how do you think those people who have no money or treasures patronize Yanyu? From the secrets of the sect to the conflicts between neighbors, the value of secrets determines the value of human life."

Nie Yanchen smiled calmly, "Mianyu is only interested in profit, so naturally he knows how to make money. If he can exchange a painless life for a secret worth thousands of gold, it's such a beautiful thing, why wouldn't Mianyu do it."

"Too cruel." Chu Qiurong tutted, and Tu Nian felt the same.

Sure enough, among the three sects and seven sects, none of them is a fuel-efficient lamp. They are either dealing with human lives or have thunderous skills.

"So," Nie Yanchen said, "Misty Rain can use information to trade, and other invisible and intangible things, which is what I call 'price', can be used as bargaining chips in transactions with Yanyu."

"for example?"

Tu Nian felt that it was necessary to ask all these little details clearly before she approached Fan Chi, so that even if she couldn't get the answers she wanted from Fan Chi personally, she could consider trading with Yanyu Pavilion in the future.

"That's a lot."

Nie Yanchen put the finished books back into the pile and counted them on his fingers, "Such as interpersonal relationships, identity, voice, appearance, etc., you can't think of them. You can't have them without them."

After he said this, the three of them were immediately confused. Chu Qiurong said in surprise: "Can these things be traded?"

Nie Yanchen shrugged, "Then what can't be traded? Where do you think the secret thorn that Nan Feng mentioned just now came from? They were all disciples of various sects who went to Yanyu Pavilion in exchange. After selling their identity as disciples, Yanyu The pavilion then replaced him with someone with similar spiritual roots and similar cultivation, changed his face, changed his voice, and replaced him with integrity."

"I go……"

Tu Nian couldn't help but make a sound of surprise. Isn’t this a whole painting of the immortal version?

Nie Yanchen smacked his lips and continued: "Let's just talk about our sect. Even if it was not established like this before, there was still no Xizhuo of unknown origin in the sect, let alone other sects. The Xizhuo Death Sect, major The sect is always cautious when recruiting disciples, but Yan Yu’s move can only be said to be impossible to guard against.”

At this point, Tu Nian and the others stopped asking any more questions, and Nie Yanchen stopped talking. The four masters and apprentices silently immersed themselves in reading.

In fact, it's not that Nie Yanchen doesn't want to talk about it, it's just that Yanyu's business is full of tricks. If you really want to talk about it in detail, you can't say it all in just one and a half days.

A long time after the topic was over, Chu Qiurong, who was flipping through the book, suddenly spoke again: "Speaking of which, Master, these things in Yanyu Pavilion are so secretive, how did you know about them?"

Tu Nian glanced at Nie Yanchen out of the corner of his eye and saw him pause almost invisible, then lowered his eyes and said with an understatement, "I just got to know him a little bit from a friend before."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Chu Qiurong didn't ask any more questions, shrugged and immersed himself in reading a book.

After carefully flipping through the snow-covered collection of books, Tu Nian realized that Nie Yanchen was not boasting. The historical accumulation of his family was indeed rich enough, but it was just piled here and there. It seemed sparse when scattered. Now that it was gathered together, it was enough. There are more than three rooms in the main peak tower.

After the four masters and apprentices worked hard for a day, Jin Nanfeng ended the battle first, "I have read through all the classics here."

"Same here." Chu Qiurong followed closely.

Soon after, Nie Yanchen put down the last scroll in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Even if you can't see it, I also looked at it. There is no race with yellow-brown eyes and a strong body that Xiaosi said. "

Unfortunately, Tushan's bloodline failed to work this time. Tu Nian leaned back on his chair and shook his head with a tired look on his face.

Among the four of them, she was the least able to read. After a day of intense reading, she was really exhausted.

Raising her hands to gather together the books scattered on the floor, Chu Qiurong said: "It seems that these people are really some kind of secret organization."

"There are so many secret organizations out there."

Nie Yanchen glanced at him, turned to Tu and said, "I can't find it in the book collection, which means those people are nothing to be afraid of. They are probably people from all walks of life who messed around together, and they happened to be bumped into by you, my disciple."

Three religions and nine streams? What kind of person from all walks of life can have the ability to enter Wauzhou alone?

Knowing that Nie Yanchen was comforting himself, Tu Nian lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I hope so."

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the door, and Shiyan's voice came from outside, "Sect Master, the third princess of the demon clan is here to visit."