e.They didn't stop in Qingyang Town. After leaving the mining area, they went straight to Jiaceng.As soon as Jiang Wang left, Ge Heng immediately went to find Hu Guan.Didn't you send that bottle of wi...Whether or not Qiyunting colluded with the Jiao Guo is unimportant. What's important is whether Wei Ning will allow Qiyunting to collude with Jiao Guo.

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This was the reason why Feng Ming's face was so grim; he had already realized the severity of the situation.

"So what am I supposed to do" he asked.

"What are you going to do Lord Weining has already given you a choice. Letting Qiyunting collude with the Jiao Nation can appease his grandson's hatred for Chiyun Mountain. But by letting you go, what could Lord Weining gain Or what does he want"

Jiang Wang said, "Satisfy him."

Feng Ming gritted his teeth: "For Jiao Xiong's death, we have already paid enough sincerity..."

Jiang Wang sighed inwardly, Wei Ning should have really kept Feng Ming in check and made Feng Yue consider this issue. Compared to Feng Yue, Feng Ming simply lacked the necessary experience and decisiveness.

But then he reconsidered, was Feng Ming worth such a huge price Would it make Qingyun Pavilion afraid to act He had only thought of this layer, perhaps Weinning Hou was considering another.

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“Or there’s another way, but I wouldn’t recommend you choose it,” Jiang Wang continued. “You don’t necessarily have to find Wei Ning Hou, the Wu Gong Hou who just left is also an option.”

All the traitors from the Jiao Guo were captured by the subordinates of Marquis Wugong. Marquis Wugong said that Qing Yun Ting had nothing to do with the matter of Jiao Guo, so it naturally had nothing to do with it.

But Jiang Wang's reason for not recommending it was naturally out of concern for Feng Yue's safety. At the same time, Qingyun Pavilion will still need to continue in Shun'an Prefecture, and tearing up with Hou Weining is not a rational choice.

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Feng Ming fell silent for a moment: "I know what to do."

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He patted Jiang Wang on the shoulder: "I'll go back and figure out a way to raise funds. I'll definitely make the old monkey satisfied. Also, bother Yu, you wait here. If there's any new situation, notify me immediately."

Saying that, he took out a small white box, three inches square, from his bosom: "Please keep this sound-transmitting box. I'll leave it to you here."

The thousand-mile sound transmission box made by Mo Men is very effective, but because of its secrecy, it is shunned by many practitioners and has not been popularized. Moreover, it is extremely easy to block, and it is almost impossible to use in combat scenarios, which are all limitations that restrict its sales.

But it is said that within the Mokumen there exists a sound-transmitting box, nearly impossible to block or shield, though it has never leaked outside.

Jiang Wang reached out and took the small white square box, his attitude very serious: "Brother Feng, please rest assured, I will definitely guard here firmly and keep a close eye on the Hou Mansion."

The Sound-transmitting Box from a Thousand Miles was exquisitely crafted. It felt cold in his hand. Though he had heard much about this object, it was the first time he saw its true form. With such a small box, one could achieve such extraordinary effects. The mechanisms of the Ink Gate sect were truly unparalleled in the world.

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"Misfortune reveals true feelings. Though we are meeting for the first time, I will never forget the loyalty of brotherhood!" Feng Ming patted Jiang Wang's shoulder again in encouragement, then turned and flew away quickly.

As for winning people over, he wasn't completely clueless about that.

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"Then can you help me find Qingyun Pavilion for my brother"

Jiang Wang said that boringly in his heart, sighed, and prepared to start his boring surveillance work - he could almost be sure that nothing would happen to Feng Yue before Feng Ming made a move.

But in order to perform well, he had to do this futile thing by blending into the Qiongting Pavilion.

Just then, a voice came from behind. It was more direct and to the point than Jiang Wang's own thoughts—

“Can you give this to your older brother”

Jiang Wang sighed a long sigh. He had been sighing all day today, it was too much to bear.

Turning around, I saw two familiar figures, one fat and one thin.

Then Zheng Lao San, with his chubby fingers, pointed at the thousand-mile sound transmission device in Jiang Wang's hand, seemingly a bit embarrassed: "It looks very valuable."

“Oh well, it’s just paying to avert disaster. A little stinginess will lead to bigger losses.” Li Lao Si stood by, acting like a kind-hearted bystander trying to mediate the situation.

Jiang Wang felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. These two mischievous kids were still here, this fate was truly a curse.

“Why” Jiang Wang tried his best to keep calm. He genuinely wanted to know why.

These two guys didn't even have the aura of an extraordinary being, they looked like they were at most the level of an outer disciple in the Maple Forest Academy. Of course, he could feel their approach.

But I really didn't expect them to dare come over, to dare speak, to dare extort!

Don't you have eyes I attended the Longevity Banquet in Houfu's inner courtyard and had a lively conversation with the son of Zong Shou, from Qingyun Pavilion.

“We are reasonable people.” Lao San said earnestly, completely unaware of Jiang Wang’s inner thoughts. “You lost the money for the cloak before, but not for the robe. We need to settle accounts clearly, one thing at a time.”

At that time, they had agreed to clear things up, but these two foolish bandits actually played word games with him! It's true that he was wrong to take advantage of the situation and force a sale, but even for a tattered cloak and a ragged robe, it shouldn't have cost him so much again and again, right

Their earnings, wouldn't they be more than a hundred times

"So what else do you want" Jiang Wangqi laughed angrily.

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“Didn’t Third Brother just say so” The burly man seemed casually to be swirling the steel knife: “That box of yours is pretty good. A gift How about you give it to a friend”

Li Laosì clapped his hands happily and said, “Ah, this is called reciprocity!”

Coming from others to you Is that reciprocity

Jiang Wang almost clapped for them, and couldn't help but smile: "What if I said no"

"Hey!" Li Laosi's face turned cold, and he pointed with his thumb: "Look at this solid build, this shiny steel blade. Do you see"

"Hey!" Lao San patted him, quite disdainful. "Don't be so bloody. I don't hack people."

He was clearly the one making the decisions in the pair, behaving with great presence. He smiled at Jiang Wang: "We never force anyone, we'll hang you up in a tree, until you agree."

“It’s not convenient to communicate here, it’s not good if people see us.” Jiang Wang pointed to the small grove of trees not far away: “Let’s go over there and talk”

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"Yes, for something so valuable, it's indeed difficult to just hand it over casually." Lao San understood and said, "Then let's go!"

"Come on, come on!" Li Lao Si took the lead, striding forward with confidence and determination.

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Jiang Wang followed leisurely behind.

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Probably afraid he would run away, Cheng Lao San kept sticking close to him, his eyes fixed on him all the time.

The three of them walked into the pitch-black forest like that...

In less than ten breaths, Jiang Wang patted his hands and sauntered out.

For him, this was just a small episode, a slight diversion to lift his spirits.

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Keeping a close eye on things, that's where you need to really shine right now.

And in the grove, two figures, one fat and one thin, were dangling from the trees, tied up with vines.

The two of you looked at each other.

This is the time.

Click, click.

The sound of crunching twigs, coming closer and closer.

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