The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

The capital city is really too big, but all shops like to choose on the busy streets. There are many people and business is naturally prosperous.

But there are also some shops that are opened in remote alleys or alleys. Such shops are generally long-standing, century-old shops, relying on signs and fame. With the change of dynasties, these shops still stand tall, and there is no idea of ​​moving places.

Most of these shops belong to the type that does not open for three years and eats for three years. They are mostly antiques, pawnshops, and feng shui. The "virtuous pawnshop" in front of Liang Yan is obviously one of them.

The middle of the yard was deserted and empty, and even the gate was closed tightly, as if no one had ever been here.

Liang Yan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to gently push open the store door. There was a tall counter in the store. Liang Yan's stature was half a head shorter than this counter.

A young man in his twenties was sitting behind the counter with his head in one hand and an abacus in the other, and he fell asleep.

"Cough, cough!"

Liang Yan coughed slightly. Seeing that he hadn't awakened the guy, he directly raised his hand and waved. A clear breeze blew by, and the guy sat up involuntarily and yawned greatly.

"Strange...How come you wake up after sleeping for a while?"

The young man murmured slightly, then turned his head, only then did he see the people in the shop.

"Huh? How many people are here to be things?" the guy asked.

Liang Yan shook his head and said: "Bring a word to your shopkeeper, saying that Yunhai Miao Miao Mountain is alive!"

After listening, the young guy's eyes suddenly became weird. He glanced up and down Liang Yan, and then said: "Okay, please wait here, son, I will go back to the hall."

After speaking, the head of the person behind the tall counter shrank and disappeared, and he didn't know where he went to the back hall.

Liang Yan stood in the shop and waited for a while, and there was an elderly man with long beard wearing a brown shirt, round neck and large sleeves. He walked out of a side door next to him, followed by a young man in his early twenties. The man who went in just now to spread the word.

"Hahaha! The distinguished guests come to the door, there are missed welcomes, and the elders are not entertained well. Please also ask the son Haihan!" The old man with long beards laughed while walking.

"It's okay!" Liang Yan only faintly responded, and the dumb behind him remained silent.

The long-bearded old man only dared to look at Liang Yan for a while, and then swept his eyes to the door, confirming that no idlers were here, and then lowered his voice: "Several people have come from afar, please go to the inner hall for a comment."

Liang Yan nodded and motioned to the old man to lead the way. The old man smiled, leaving the man in the outer hall, and led Liang Yan to the side door when he entered just now.

Several people walked through a flower bed and walked into a room behind. The old man with long beard closed the door, and then bowed down with a thump, clasped his fists, and said respectfully: " Yang, meet your ambassador!"

Outer door stewards are the disciples sent out by the Yungang Sect to manage secular businesses. Most of these people have no spiritual roots and are inherently unable to cultivate. However, because their elder relatives practiced in the Yungang sect, they also had to be sheltered, and they had fallen into the beauty of managing the secular business. At least they would have no worries about eating and drinking for a lifetime, and their status in the secular world was far from comparable to ordinary people.

The Wang Yang in front of him was the secret stake revealed to him by Shan He Li's divine consciousness, an external steward who didn't even know of his existence by this supervisory disciple.

"Those vulgar rituals are forgiven." Liang Yan waved his sleeves and asked: "Let me ask you, the supervising disciple of the sect, can he still be active in the capital?"

Wang Yang stood up and bowed his head and replied: "The task of the sect supervisory disciple is to not allow monks with a cultivation base above the foundation to enter the capital. Therefore, no matter which supervisor disciple, he has always hidden his identity in the capital. Active exposure."

"Well, according to what you said, how do the monitoring disciples perform their tasks?" Liang Yan asked.

Wang Yang replied: "Although the supervisory disciples will not take the initiative to attack, they will cultivate some of their own forces in the capital. They usually hide behind the scenes and let these forces patrol the capital instead of him. Anyone who is suspicious shall report to him. It’s up to the monitoring disciples to decide. If the cultivation level is not high, they will personally persuade or kill them. If the cultivation level surpasses them, they will send a message back to the sect and ask the seniors in the Juyuan realm to go down the mountain."

After listening to Liang Yan, his brows were slightly frowned, and he asked, "How can a group of mortal forces distinguish a person who cultivates?"

"The envoy does not know that Yungangzong has a strange stone. As long as you bring it on your body, you can check whether the people around you have spiritual power. If there is a red light on the stone, there is a cultivator on the side. Those in the position of supervising disciples all brought some of these stones." Wang Yang replied.

"So that's it!" Liang Yan nodded slightly, and thought secretly: "Developing Jianghu or Chaotang forces~www.ltnovel.com~ This is a good way!"

As soon as he thought of this, he then asked: "Then you know what forces in the capital are secretly developed by this supervisory disciple?"

Wang Yang thought for a while and said, "As far as I know, there are a total of five forces that belong to this supervisory disciple. Among them, the Haisha Gang with the widest range of forces. This gang sells illegal salt for its livelihood. From high-ranking officials to dignitaries, to traffickers and pawns, there are informants in the gang, and they are definitely the most powerful force in the capital."

Liang Yan nodded and said, "According to you, if this supervisory disciple still has secret activities, someone in the Haisha Gang must know some inside information."

"The envoy Mingjian!" Wang Yang arched his hands together.

"Where is the main hall of the Haisha Gang, you will take me there immediately!" Liang Yan said lightly, brushing his sleeves.

"The Haisha Gang is engaged in unseen business, so the main hall is located in our Suzaku district, not far away. Since the admiral is going to see it now, Wang Yang will lead the way."

Wang Yang turned around and took out two sets of black cloaks from a box in the room, put one set on himself, and handed the other set to Liang Yan, hehe smiled and said, "It's here now. In the evening, when we inquire into other people's nests, we still have to keep a low profile."

Liang Yan shook his head, stretched out his hand to push, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing is for the shopkeeper's own use, but I don't need it anymore."

Wang Yang's face was slightly stiff, a little embarrassing, but after a while he put the cloak away, and laughed at himself: "I and other worldly mortals, not like the immortals of the sect, can fly into the sky, kill people invisible, and protect themselves. It's more than enough, so you have to be more cautious."

Liang Yan smiled non-committal, and didn't want to explain anything to him. He just turned around and walked out of the room.