"Don't believe everything you get from others." San Tongmu said: "I observed this afternoon and found that although everyone outside was talking about our affairs, I didn't say any regulations at all. It seems that unlike the situation last time, the other party did not find any clues related to us."

Da Pucheng then breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What should we do now? Or live a normal life as usual? Could it be their trap?"

"It's possible. I asked the Military Commission, and they also did not find a specific source of information. It seems that it was caused by online literary creation. But the first few articles were actually mostly created by old writers for many years. Wei Fangyuan said that the people behind may also be mixed with the previous guys."

San Tongmu said, found a mask to put it on, and wiped half-length hair backwards. It turned into a back head. This is what they are, the body is simulated directly with the law of space, and can directly impress the hair without hair spray.

"I'll go out tonight to see the situation. Young Master, please wait at home."

Dapucheng was a little worried: "If you go out like this, will someone be discovered?"

San Tongmu shook his head: "Now, almost half of the practitioners in the entire imperial capital are looking for our whereabouts. I just need to pretend to be such a person, not use the laws of space, and have no suspicion of exposing my identity. Young Master, please rest assured, I will definitely come back tomorrow morning."

Although he was still a little worried, Dapucheng knew that it was useless to worry. His strength was not enough. Even if he went out, he could not cope with various problems, and he did not have enough experience. It could only watch San Tongmu leave the house, sit on the bed, and sigh.

Now the cold wind in the imperial capital has gradually disappeared. When the month comes to bottom, winter will soon pass, and many things will be completely opened. Santongmu stood on the roof of the imperial capital, watching the practitioners flying around in the distance, and felt a little more melancholy in his heart. Here, they are ultimately strangers.

Other practitioners may also look at San Tongmu, and only think that this person is wearing a black mask on his face, just like some of them. Such people are all people who have normal identities in daily life, perhaps some employees who do not want to reveal their identities, but want to achieve success and fame.

In fact, the practitioners look down on such people the most is such people. They are sneaky and very unhappy, and they have a very meaning of being a bitch and having to set up a archway, which is incompatible with these practitioners who are willing to revenge. What's more, in the current situation, no one has the right way of uniting, so most people just saw it and left.

Everyone is doing their own things silently. If you don’t interfere with me, I will not interfere with you. They are looking for the sky above the imperial capital and in the streets and alleys, hoping to find some clues when they meet the great fortune. I have to say that after these practitioners’ cultivation increases, there is nothing else, and there is still time to have a lot of free time.

San Tongmu pretended to be a practitioner looking for opportunities. He occasionally passed by other practitioners and encountered some small groups that had begun to cooperate. When the other party saw someone coming, they lowered their voices. What's more, they looked at you with cold eyes and told you to get out quickly.

Santongmu didn't care about this, and there was no expression in its eyes. No matter what the other party's attitude towards it, Santongmu had never spoken. Just after passing by, Santongmu would pass these people's faces a little, at least with an impression.

Especially those who can clearly feel that their cultivation is strong, most of them are masters, and occasionally there will be several true realm practitioners. After all, even if the empire has strict requirements on recruiting practitioners, those who can reach the true realm are somewhat better than others, and there are not many people who miss the net.

The realm that wanders on the streets now is either the people from the Supervision Department and the Picking Team, or the senior executives of various sects. Even if they are recruited, they will not join the imperial organs. These people are very lawful and do not make San Tongmu feel difficult to do.

After wandering around the imperial capital for a while, San Tongmu also found some news, especially about the spread of this incident. It seemed that it was because, among the creators of the story at night, a practitioner was found. The practitioner wrote novels, and this kind of thing really sounded strange.

But in fact, there are quite a few such situations.

If you really want to explore the reasons, it can only be said to be the cause of those sects. You must know that not all people with talent for cultivation are willing to practice. Longevity is attractive to some people, and even to those people in their origins, it is like being possessed by demons.

But correspondingly, there are also some people who do not yearn for long life, but pursue other things. This is a very normal phenomenon. After all, everyone's thoughts are independent and cannot be generalized. However, it is difficult to deal with in sects.

In the past, all these sects were closed and could not even be touched by the mountain gate. Where did the disciples inside come from? That is, the disciples in the sects reproduced each other, and some sects were even like a metropolis, which had been reproduction for thousands of years.

Since the disciples inside are all descendants of the original practitioners, they are actually rarely without the talent for cultivation, because those who do not have the talent for cultivation are often dismissed. At the same time, the sects will select children with talent for cultivation from outside every year, seek their parents' opinions, and then register with the empire to bring them back to practice.

With the survival of the fittest, the disciples within the sect basically have some cultivation skills and many geniuses. However, they seem to have no other choice except cultivation. After all, the sect is closed, and they can only choose to practice, not other things.

Even if the sects will provide them with some screened external news and allow them to receive the same level of education as outside, they will never allow them to choose a career. Moreover, in such a closed world, it is still beneficial to choose practice, that is, they can pass the time to the limit.

You should know that there is no network in the sect, the rules are strict, and you cannot do all kinds of things, especially the lack of entertainment projects. And practice is very good. You often go into seclusion, comprehend a martial art, understand a little rule, and close your eyes for several years, so that they can feel that they are not so bored.

Because of this, when the world of cultivation was opened and all sects began to open, some disciples entered the world to find their own way of practicing, some disciples began to preach to their own sects, and others became public officials of the empire and found their new lives.

But at the same time, there are many disciples who, because they don’t like practicing, are addicted to the flower world, use their own advantages, either make money and enjoy, or find things that are of interest to them. There are always ones suitable for you in the world.

So someone started writing novels.

Online novels can be said to have existed since ancient times, and are now considered a very important cultural industry in the empire. In addition, these disciples of the sect have a wild imagination and often cultivated completely different brain circuits from those outside in the closed world, so some people suddenly became famous after joining this industry.

And this time, the person who opened up this commotion was such a practitioner. His cultivation level was not high, but he was only at the realm of heaven and was not even a master. However, since he entered the writing industry, he was out of control and published three best-selling books in just two years.

Maybe the last book has just been completed recently. These days, they are in a state of exhaustion of inspiration. Then, the story of Dapu Cheng and theirs suddenly appeared, which brought him rich materials. He couldn't stop thinking and created a new book in a few days to make hundreds of thousands of words.

I have to say that practitioners are really fast to type, and they can sleeplessly. Whether they use primitive physical keyboards or virtual reality ideas to code, they are much faster than normal people. In addition, this person is really passionate, so he is as productive as a mutant sow.

After hearing about this, San Tongmu couldn't help but sigh for a moment.

He finally started where the source of this incident was. Every hit novel would be imitated a lot, just as every hit product would be printed. So after a few days of sales, a large number of imitations began to emerge like mushrooms after a rain.

Riding on such an east wind, the writers of garbage news began to find new focus. Various idiots were flying all over the sky, mixed with the plots in these novels, plus the reprocessing of artistic creations such as advertisements, ghost animals, and funnyness. So from today on, this matter began to ferment completely.

San Tongmu could feel what Wei Fangyuan said, and what he meant was mixed with malicious intentions among the latecomers. This incident broke out so quickly, far beyond ordinary online topics, and the depth was too deep. If no one was deliberately guiding, no one believed it.

Obviously, these masterminds behind the scenes, or those who exposed their information last time, or those who were ulterior motives, were in short, just to completely muddle the water. No matter what their purpose was, they were just trying to let San Tongmu and others show their strength and plan to take advantage of the troubled waters.

San Tongmu has always been very confused. If the information exposed last time was done by a foreign race, it means that they have sneaked into the imperial capital and have the means to prevent the pickets from finding out where they are. But since that is the case, why don’t they seek revenge directly?

Not strong enough? Stop teasing. How could it be that they can sneak into the imperial capital secretly? So what are they planning? Why do they have to expose this information? San Tongmu always feels that this matter is definitely not that simple.

However, at this moment, a practitioner suddenly landed beside San Tongmu, reached out and said hello and asked, "Hey! Brother! Looking for Yu clan?"

San Tongmu took a look and showed no expression. In fact, he was already secretly nervous. Whether this person was intentional or accidental, it was uncertain whether it was this person. San Tongmu had to take everyone seriously, especially in this strange atmosphere, who came to him on his own initiative.

The man obviously also saw San Tongmu's alertness and smiled repeatedly: "Don't be nervous! Don't be nervous! Please let me get closer, I have a big business to talk to you!"

Santongmu's eyes flashed for a moment, but there was no obvious expression of resistance. Judging from the person's appearance, it seemed that such a "business" was not uncommon in the imperial capital. Such familiarity and skillful approaches were like a conventional underground industry.

What's more, the other party's cultivation is not high, he is only at the level of a master, and he does not carry any weapons that can threaten San Tongmu. Even if there is one, San Tongmu has the confidence to avoid it. You must know that although the Kong family rules he is good at cannot be used, his body is still much more powerful in the true realm of humans.

What's more, even if the Yu clan's body was simulated by the law of space, it would not hurt the origin even if it was injured. So under the default of San Tongmu, the man walked in front of it, stopped at a position only two steps away from him, and whispered: "Brother, do you want some information about the Yu clan?"

"Oh?" It turned out to be an intelligence dealer. San Tongmu knew it in his heart, then looked at the smiling face of the man and couldn't help but ask: "How much information about the Yu clan can you have here? The people in the entire imperial capital are looking for the Yu clan. If you have specific information, why don't you do it yourself?"

The man smiled: "Brother, what are you talking about. How big can I make if my strength is thrown into the world of cultivation? You didn't know what happened last time. The picket team sent so many people to siege, but they didn't catch the Yu clan. Wei Fangyuan sent out and asked them to run away. Where am I their opponent?"

San Tongmu was a little curious: "Didn't it mean that the picket team caught it? It's just two people from the origin..."

"Ha! Brother, this is boring! Although your cultivation is higher than mine, everyone is in business and business. No matter how good your cultivation is, you are just friends. Aren't you fooling me with your eyes open? Isn't you caught two people of origin? Who believes it? If you believe it, you would have been here for half a night? Say less scenes."

San Tongmu thought this person was a little interesting and asked, "What do you think is going on?"

"Forget it, I'll just treat it as a gift to you? I think you've just been here for the Emperor, right? Let me tell you, the picket team in the imperial capital is the face of the entire empire picket team and the Dinghai Sword Needle of the entire empire cultivation world. They must have gained something when they go out. Although I don't know how much of the things behind this, I'm sure the picket team must have let the two Yu tribes run away that day. But in order to cover up something, or just want to maintain their face, I came up with some statements about the origin of people to fool the public media. But... everyone knows this kind of small method, just to stabilize the emotions of ordinary people. For us, hehe..."

San Tongmu nodded as he heard this: "What you said makes sense. Then tell me, since the picket team has not found it, what way do you have to get the whereabouts of the Yu clan? If you really have it, why don't you cooperate with the picket team? Do you have to come to me?"

The entire imperial capital is so big, even if we want to cooperate, many people flew around the sky, many of them were masters. Why did you come to me? You know, the news is not a pie that fell from the sky. San Tongmu did not believe in this person's sincerity.

"Brother, what do you mean? Can I still lie to you?" The man was immediately displeased.

San Tongmu shook his head: "I didn't say that, but if you come to me with so many people, you can only explain two situations. Either you think I'm easy to cheat, or you sold the same news to more people. Do you think I'm right?"

The man suddenly was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It was me who was wrong. Brother, I looked at the black man, but I didn't expect that he was a good person. Not bad! I sold the news to many people, but I just wanted to get more money. But I was not chosen by everyone in business. You can also see that the people I looked for didn't look evil, and they must be masters. Selling the news can be considered a business. However, although this news was sold to many people, I can guarantee that they have never found the location of the Yu clan. As long as people who get the news, they may get the last chance. Whether success or failure is the result or failure depends on who is stronger in your hands. But if you don't buy it, there will be no chance at all!"

San Tongmu frowned. He didn't expect that this person was so open. He was willing to buy the news, but he could not make a decision easily, otherwise he would be seen that he didn't care about the truth or falsehood of the news. A cultivator who was wandering on the street at such a time was not about whether the news about the whereabouts of the Yu clan was true or false. There was probably only one possibility - that is, he knew where the Yu clan was.

If such news spreads, it will probably be even more troublesome.

So it thought about it carefully before asking tentatively: "How much are you planning to make?"

The man smiled and stretched out five fingers. San Tongmu tried to cut the price, and finally set it at 350,000 yuan. After paying the money, the man smiled and said, "I will only say the news once, remember it! Five days later, at 3 pm, the Yu tribe will appear in a valley in the northwest suburbs of the imperial capital. The valley is easy to find. On the mountains on both sides, there is a giant stone sculpture that has collapsed halfway, commonly known as Shixianggu."

After saying that, the news dealer waved his hand, turned around and went out to find another person. San Tongmu watched him leave, thought for a moment and then laughed. No wonder he could not find the Yu clan if he got the news. I'm afraid that this person could sell the news for five days.
Chapter completed!