Chapter 42: Still win

Wu Qiong took a deep breath and brought a few people behind him into the city.
Soon, a single-eyed young man appeared in front of them: "A few of you, please come with me and meet Mr. Wuyun."
Wu Qiong and others nodded slightly, and then followed.
Hui Tianyu led the way, looking as usual.
Several disciples of the Hanshan School who were on duty at the city gate looked at Wu Qiong and other members of the Perak Sect, with a slightly complicated expression.
Earlier on hearing Wu Qiong's self-reporting of his family, everyone guessed in their hearts that the Thunderbolt Sect, like their Hanshan Sect, was about to join Chang'an City.
This point, logically speaking, is not surprising.
The high-level Hanshan faction basically reached a consensus, and greeted the disciples to remind everyone to calm down and concentrate on doing their own things.
There have been members of the Chen family before.
But anyhow, the Chen family had a reputation in the past.
Now the principal Chen Jiezhi is a master of the sixth state of martial arts.
The young people of the Hanshan School were somewhat psychologically prepared to face them.
But Perakzong is different.
This is basically the same local force as their Hanshan School.
Everyone started in the same way earlier.
"We have seized the opportunity. If they fall behind one step at a time, they fall behind step by step."
Someone cheered on the same door: "As Senior Brother Cao said earlier, our current competitor is the Chen family, so we have to look forward!"
Everyone nodded, their expressions excited.
Wu Qiong didn't care about the little commotion behind him.
He worked hard and prepared to see Mr. Wuyun later.
Behind the one-eyed youth in front of him, the Perak Sect walked through the courtyard and came to a large hall.
After passing the pass, he returned to Tianyu and left. Wu Qiong led several fellow students into the hall.
Zhang Dongyun projected that Mr. Wuyun, dressed in black, was sitting facing the hall door, watching them come in.
"See seniors."
Wu Qiong and others saluted together.
Mr. Wuyun, who looked like an old man in black, looked calmly: "How?"
"At the moment, I will be the head of the sect temporarily." Wu Qiong replied calmly.
Mr. Wuyun's white eyebrows were slightly raised: "Where is your former head?"
Wu Qiong's tone was a little cautious: "If you go back to the senior, the brother is injured and it is difficult to travel long distances and bumps. He is still recovering from his injuries.
But these days have passed, he should recover a little bit, if the predecessor has orders, he will be ordered to him. "
Mr. Wuyun smiled: "It's okay."
Seeing that the other party didn't stay alive with him, Wu Qiong was secretly relieved.
He continued: "It's just a pity that the outsider who secretly contacted the senior brother escaped, but the faction failed to capture him.
After that, I asked my senior, but he didn't know the specific origin of the other party, and the other party took the initiative to contact him every time.
but……"
Wu Qiong's tone was a little cautious: "According to my brother's guess, the person behind the other party may be... a certain county majesty in the capital."
"The son of King Tang, in order to seize the protagonist, secretly cultivate his own party feathers?"
Mr. Wuyun smiled casually.
He didn't delve into the news and asked instead, "How much blood did you shed in the Thunderbolt sect?"
Wu Qiong's expression was a little bit sad, and he slowly replied: "The brothers are perverted. Most of the students in this school are dissatisfied, but some people still obey him.
I waited for the surprise attack. Although I caught them by surprise, there were still casualties. "
As he said, he carefully observed the expression of the old man in black in front of him:
"However, this faction has never been hurt, nor has it caused major turmoil."
As far as Wu Qiong observed, the black-clothed old man in front of him was definitely not a compassionate person.
The other party asked him about the death and injury of the Perak sect in civil strife. Most of them were not concerned about the Perak sect disciples.
Rather, I was asking how the civil strife affected the strength of the Perak Sect and whether it would delay them from serving the city of Chang'an.
After listening to Wu Qiong's answer, Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly:
"According to what you said last time, are there carriages and horses in the industry under the name of Perak?"
Wu Qiong replied: "Exactly."
"Tongzhou is an important place for transportation, and people from all walks of life are waiting to come and go." Mr. Wu Yun said: "There is a suitable errand right now for you, Perak Sect."
Wu Qiong bowed: "Senior, please give me instructions, I will wait for things to be done properly."
The several members of the Perak sect behind him, all of whom are confidants, followed him and saluted together: "I am willing to work for Chang'an and my predecessors."
"Bisongshijing, you should all know." Mr. Wu Yun glanced at them.
Wu Qiong and others nodded.
Bissonite crystal is a kind of mineral with a wide range of uses.
Not to mention that some folks use it, but many practitioners will use it.
In terms of output, it is not particularly scarce, but the overall demand is still in a tight situation where demand exceeds supply.
Especially high-quality bismuth crystals.
If it appears on the market, it will generally be scanned soon.
Wu Qiong wondered whether there was a demand for this in the initial construction of Chang'an City?
If they really want to buy Bisongshijing, where should they buy it in bulk?
He was thinking, but he heard the old man in black say:
"Here, there is Bisongshijing produced. Since Tongzhou has a lot of people, there is no need to worry about buyers."
Mr. Wu Yun scrutinized Wu Qiong: "If the Perak Sect is capable of maintaining a stable market, it's okay for you to represent this business yourself. The old man values ​​it as a stable result, understand?"
Wu Qiong and others took a deep breath.
Today's bismuth crystal veins are basically in the hands of the Eastern Tang royal family and the top powers, and no new mines have been discovered for a long time.
Unexpectedly, there is actually in Longling.
How did no one find it before?
Could it be buried too deep?
In this way, mining and production are relatively problematic...
"Senior, I don't know how many Bisong Stone crystals can be produced in Chang'an every day, every month, and every year?" Wu Qiong asked cautiously.
Mr. Wu Yun's tone is not fast and slow: "Nissan produces a huge amount of rough stones, just waiting for leisure, as the number of people in the city increases, the output will only increase."
Wu Qiong and others were stunned.
For a mineral such as bismuth crystal, it is just rough, and Nissan’s Qianjun is already an exaggerated figure.
If you can keep digging, this is undoubtedly a super big mine.
"I will return to Tongzhou next time. I will definitely handle this matter properly and give seniors an answer as soon as possible." Wu Qiong said seriously.
Mr. Wuyun waved his hand: "Don't be busy walking."
Wu Qiong and others were stunned.
Mr. Wuyun got up, walked with his hand held down, and walked out of the hall.
Everyone from the Perak Sect hurriedly followed.
At this time, a voice came from far away from the city:
"Tang Chi, deacon elder Wangzhenguan, please see the city lord of Chang'an."
Outside the city, an old Taoist looks solemn.
Next to him were two old, two middle-aged and four fellows.
The two old Taoists and Tang Chi were of the same generation, two generations taller than the previously captured Xie Zhao.
The two middle-aged Taoist priests were the uncles of Xie Zhao.
The five people in Wangzhenguan looked solemn and looked at Xiongcheng together.
Then, a light voice came from the city: "Come in."
The five Tang Chi arranged the description and walked towards the city together.
Unexpectedly, the old Taoist had just stepped into the door with one foot, and suddenly there was another voice in his ear:
"Left foot?"
Tang Chi and others were stunned.
And that voice continued to sound:
"Take it down."