In Xiaoyaowu, in the celebrity's wing, Ma Wu looked at the Sanying Gate's big gold seal on the wine table, Shen Jinzhong, with a sullen face.

Ma Wu is a businessman, and when doing business, he values ​​​​being friendly and making money. At the dinner table, Ma Wu rarely shows off to others, but today, he was really angry.

"Shen Jinyin, you are really hard to find. I posted several times, but you are finally willing to come today."

Shen Jinzhong laughed dryly: "Fifth Master, I did encounter something before. Today I will apologize to you for the big gold seal. With a humble attitude, which somewhat relaxed the atmosphere, Ma Wu asked: "What happened to Qin Tianjiu? You already knew the reason, why didn’t you tell us?”

Shen Jinzhong quickly explained: "Fifth Master, I did hear some rumors before, but I don't dare to say anything that is uncertain."

"What are you unsure about? Isn't that person named An Zongding your friend?"

When An Zongding was mentioned, Shen Jinzhong stopped talking and his eyes wandered left and right.

Ma Wu understood what he meant and ordered his men to go out first.

There were only two people left in the wing, and Shen Jinzhong finally spoke: "Fifth Master, An Zongding can't be considered my friend, he should be considered my master."

Shen Jinzhong is a martial arts cultivator. Ma Wu knows this. There are many practitioners in the two sects of civil and martial arts. There are fixed routines and methods in cultivation, which are basically open to the public. Therefore, cultural cultivators and martial arts cultivators do not care too much about their masters.

"Shen Jinyin, don't just find any excuse to excuse me. You said he is your master, but I would like to hear who you studied under?"

Shen Jinzhong waved his hand and said: "I'm not talking about the master sect, but the gang sect. An Zongding is one of the founders of Sanying Sect. Ma Wuyike, how many years has Sanying Sect been around?"

There is no written history of Puuo Prefecture, but starting from the records of Ma Wu’s father Ma Chunting, Sanyingmen has become the largest sect in Puo Prefecture.

"How old is An Zongding?"

Shen Jinzhong shook his head: "I don't know about this. No one in the Sanying Clan knows about it, not even the late Bao Jingzhong knows about it. Mr. An's cultivation level is not on the ground, and his age is not something I can guess."

An Zongding is a cultivator on the clouds.

The cultivators on Yunshang are indeed difficult to deal with, but just based on this, don't try to scare Ma Wu.

Feng Dai is bitter, autumn leaves are falling, and water is springing up. If we really talk about the backers on the clouds, Ma Wu also has many.

"So, your Sanying Sect is still under An Zongding's control?"

Shen Jinzhong still shook his head: "He usually doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the gang, but now he mainly takes care of the business of Xuehuapu."

"Xuehuapu?" Ma Wu was stunned.

Shen Jinzhong nodded and said: "Fifth Master, you should know my difficulty now. I can't tell you about this. I can only find ways to get Xiaojiu back."

Ma Wu held his chin and didn't speak for a long time.

While in Curie, Li Banfeng and his wife were listening to music to relieve their boredom. The record player played a song and Li Banfeng said the title of the song.

He said it wrong, Li Banfeng put rouge on his wife.

That's right, Li Banfeng scratched his wife's belly.

The lady knew that Li Banfeng was a bit competitive, so the songs he chose were not too difficult, allowing Li Banfeng to win a few more games.

But when Li Banfeng scratched the itch, he was really merciless, and when he picked it with his fingers, he made the record player laugh several times.

"It's no longer possible, sir. My little slave can't bear it any longer. My husband can't hold me any longer, but I can't breathe out anymore."

The record player begged again and again, and then Li Banfeng stopped, and a puff of steam spurted out from the mouth of the horn.

The record player took a breath for a moment, and suddenly felt something strange: "Mr. sir, go to the fifth room and have a look. The bitch in that room is making some noise."

This is the ability of the house spirit, she can sense every change in the house.

When Li Banfeng arrived in the fifth room, he saw bright lights shining on the wall, and a picture appeared in front of Li Banfeng.

Through this picture, Li Banfeng saw the situation of living outside.

In Li Banfeng's residence, the firelight of the projector kept flickering, as if he was in a hurry to see Li Banfeng for something.

Li Banfeng asked: "How did you know the projector was looking for me?"

The screen switched, and a field appeared on the wall. The beautiful girl from the fifth house, wearing a gauze skirt, was picking flowers in the field:

"I didn't know he was looking for you. I just missed him. I looked out the window and found that he was very anxious."

It's hard for the fifth-bedroom girl to figure out why she has a soft spot for projectors when there are so many magic weapons in her home.

When Li Banfeng left his home, the projector hurriedly said: "Director Qi, there's a call coming in. It's Luo Zhengnan. He called several times. He should be looking for you in an emergency."

Li Banfeng took the phone, plugged in the dial, and called Luo Zhengnan. Luo Zhengnan picked up the phone and immediately transferred the call to Ma Wu without saying anything.

When the call was connected, Ma Wu said to Li Banfeng: "Old Qi, it's best not to investigate An Zongding's matter any further."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Why not check?"

Ma Wu pondered for a moment and said, "This guy has a lot of background."

Listening to Ma Wu's hesitant speech, Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What's your background that can scare you like this?"

Ma Wu thought for a long time and said, "Have you heard of Xuehuapu?"

"Never heard of it."

"What should I tell you?" Ma Wu thought for a while and asked, "Do you have a lot of foreign money on you?"

Li Banfeng used to carry some silver coins with him: "Yes."

"Take one out and have a look."

Li Banfeng took out a silver dollar. The front of the silver dollar was engraved with the word "Puo" and the back was engraved with a snowflake. All the silver coins in Puuo Prefecture were of this style. Li Banfeng never asked what the special meaning of this snowflake was.

Ma Junyang said: "Lao Qi, all the silver coins in Puozhou are made in Xuehuapu. You should know how special this place is."

Li Banfeng took the silver dollar, fiddled with it for a moment, and asked: "Is this An Zongding the leader of Xuehuapu? Where is Xuehuapu? I'll go and talk to him."

Ma Wu didn't know what to say.

"Lao Qi, this place is really not something we can mess with. Little Fatty was lucky this time and was rescued by us.

My wife is back too, and there is no need for him to go back to Sanyingmen anymore. We can just take care of him ourselves, and that ends here."

Li Banfeng still didn't understand the current situation: "You tell me where Seolhwapo is first, and I will go and take a look when I have time." Seolhwapo is an unnameable place. No one can tell where it is.

People in Seolhwapo don't show up easily, and we rarely talk about things in Seolhwapo. If we talk too much, they will hear us.

Lao Qi, listen to my advice, this matter can no longer be pursued."

What's wrong with Ma Wu? Are you so cautious about everything you say?

Li Banfeng returned to his home and asked the record player: "Madam, where is Xuehuapu?"

"The place where money is minted, the silver coins of Puzhou come from there."

"The people who work here must be special, right?

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"The person who can control the coins of Puozhou is naturally not an ordinary person. People in Puozhou don't dare to talk about them.

Xiaonu doesn’t know much about these people.”

Li Banfeng turned to ask his companion: "Old man, have you been to Xuehuapu?"

The old man's answer was completely expected: "I should have been there, but I forgot where."

Hong Ying didn't know the concept of Xuehuapu. Other magic weapons had heard of Xuehuapu, but they didn't know as much as the lady. Li Banfeng had a key question at the moment: "Xuehuapu is so powerful, and their people don't show up so easily. Why?"

Did you suddenly show up this time and suddenly focus on me?"

Compared with others, Guren knew more: "The people in Seolhwapo don't show up easily, it doesn't mean that they stay in Seolhwapo and never come out.

The people of Seolhwapo often traveled around Proju. After understanding the situation in Proju, they knew how many coins to mint and how to disperse the money."

Spread out the money?

Li Banfeng noticed this sentence.

Guren continued: "The so-called not showing up means that people in Seolhwapo will not reveal their identity easily. If the other party reveals their identity, there must be a special reason here."

An Zongding is from Xuehuapu. He is investigating me and has sent the dead souls who have been in contact with me to other states.

Chu Zikai took over these dead souls and sold them to the black market. Could it be that he was also from Xuehuapu?

Will the Dark Star Bureau have information about Seolhwapo?

There is too much information to check, and Dark Star Bureau has a lot of information that is not allowed to be entered into electronic devices. I have to look through it one by one, and I don’t know when I will see it.

"How long has it been and he still has the heart to read the information?"

"The person didn't do anything wrong, and he must have known it in his heart."

The next morning, the second grader returned to his work station, picked up a copy of the Fighter's Dark Ability Tutorial, and read it carefully word for word.

He was indeed reading very seriously. From half past eight to ten o'clock, he only looked at this page and never turned it over.

He is very nervous and can only hide his nervousness through studying.

Shen Jingye asked for instructions from his superiors, who agreed to use the dark ability tester.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the tester will be started, and then a comprehensive test will be conducted on the growth of his dark ability over the past year.

He secretly took the concoction several times and imagined the growth curve of his abilities. The second grader couldn't help but shudder.
To be continued...