"Why did you care about Zhenbang's main money in the inn just now?" Tang Xiaomian followed Chang Shengcai tightly and asked in confusion.

"Give people money and eliminate disasters for others. Is there anything wrong with this?" Chang Shengcai said coldly, as if Tang Xiaomian's words were the stupidest words he had ever heard.

"Do you still have a game tomorrow?"

"No more, the martial arts test will determine the outcome. At that time, the elders of the sect in the audience will choose their favorite disciples based on their observations." Tang Xiaomian lowered his head and said, estimating in his heart how likely he could be selected by the major sect. Although he was always in a passive state of being beaten in the early stage of the game, the moves in the later stage should be quite eye-catching. Today, he should be the most eye-catching.

"If you have nothing to do tomorrow, you can go to the goods warehouse with me and catch Sun Kongwu in the evening. Then we will share the money in half." Chang Shengcai said, his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Tang Xiaomian, but when he saw that Tang Xiaomian did not seem to have the ecstatic expression he imagined, he obviously felt a little regret in his heart. It was obvious that the temptation he had made was huge.

Tang Xiaomian shook her head. Song Aniu was going to compete tomorrow. He wanted to cheer up this friend whom he had not seen for many years. And when he saw Chang Shengcai and Zhen Daoqian in the inn just now, he had already made up his mind not to have too much contact with this person. A greedy world number one has completely broken his yearning for childhood to grow up.

Chang Shengcai didn't know Tang Xiaomian's heart, so he looked down and thought that he was so tired today. Thinking that the child's strength would recover quickly, tomorrow, 80% of him would take the initiative to chase him and clamor for him to go, so he didn't say much.

This time travel is really a big profit. As expected, time travel is a good thing. Just like countless time travel novels I have read, I was instantly full of strength in this world. I am no longer the cowardly and incompetent person who was the one who could only watch the rich man driving a luxury car while I could only ride a bicycle and follow behind to eat the exhaust of the car. Since God is not bad to me, I have to work harder to create glory. Although this person is a little older, he is not as handsome as the book says, but it is not too bad. What's more, if you have strength here, you have everything. Now that you have strength, how to rely on your strength to monetize it in the future is another problem.

Chang Shengcai had no place to live. On the way back, I asked several inns and got the answers I received, without exception, was full. Sorry, please change one. This three-in-one set completely speechless.

In the end, Tang Xiaonian gave him an idea. There was still a place in the woodshed behind the noodle shop. Now that the weather is getting warmer, it is enough to lay a mattress on the ground. Although Chang Shengcai thought that he could still live in a good bed with his status and the few pieces of silver in his arms, he was rejected without exception and could only listen to Tang Xiaonian's words and followed him back to the noodle shop.

The people in the noodle restaurant were extremely curious about this legendary top master of the Heavenly List and did not give him a chance to rest. These people had a dream of martial arts, but they all gave up this difficult road due to their own reasons. However, the fire in their hearts had never really been extinguished. Now, as soon as they saw the top master of the Heavenly List, they immediately asked all the questions in the world.

Chang Shengcai had just traveled here and didn't know much about everything here. Now, a group of people suddenly came around to ask questions, making him ask one or two big questions, and his head was buzzing. He couldn't say he didn't know, it was easy to reveal his identity. He suddenly thought it was open and he must hide the fact that he was a time traveler deep in his heart and could not tell anyone else, otherwise he would always feel that he was going to be a bad thing.

Tang Xiaomian looked at his answers with most of the differences, thinking in her heart that it must be a temporary amnesia caused by the madness of heart failure. Fortunately, the master and the others didn't know much about the Jianghu, so they didn't know whether Chang Shengcai said it was right or wrong. In addition, Chang Shengcai said it was in line with ordinary people's fantasy about the Jianghu, so it was naturally loved by the boss and the others.

The few people talked in the middle of the night. Finally, after Tang Xiaonian reminded him several times and Chang Shengcai to express his tactfulness that he was already sleepy, it was over. Seeing the master and boss's unsatisfactory appearance, Tang Xiaonian felt extremely funny.

At night, Tang Xiaomeng blew out the light and lay on the bed, thinking about what she saw today, especially what happened in the inn at the end, which was really enough to have a great impact on him. She thought that only the boss, master and ordinary people like him would care about Yinliang, but she didn't expect that Chang Shengcai, the world's number one, was so disillusionable.

"Xiaomian, are you asleep?" The master was lying to the bed. He asked carefully with his throat at this time.

"No, what's wrong with Master?" Tang Xiaomian turned his head and said.

"I thought, ask you how you are this time... this martial arts test, the boss doesn't let me ask, but I can't hold it in my mind." The master asked carefully. In fact, he had already discussed this matter with the boss before, especially when he saw Tang Xiaomeng's face was hurt, he didn't ask at that time, but he had an answer in his heart. But now after hearing Chang Shengcai talked to him, he was a little fascinated by the world, so he wanted to ask what was going on.

Tang Xiaomian didn't hide the traitor. She told the master everything that happened today. How could he meet Xiao Song Aniu and how could he get the advice of the master to defeat the disciples of Xuantian Martial Arts Hall?

After hearing this, the master was happy. He had a heroic dream in his early years, but because the family conditions were really bad, he had two younger brothers to raise and had to abandon Wu and learn noodles from the kitchen. Tang Xiaonian was watched as he grew up. If he really could join any sect and enter the world, he would have fulfilled his wish.

The next morning, Tang Xiaonian walked out of the kitchen and saw Chang Shengcai drinking noodle soup. The master next to him smiled diligently, like a eunuch serving the emperor.

"I woke up early, how could I go to the cargo warehouse with me later?"

Tang Xiaomian still shook his head, but this time he said what he was thinking.

"I don't care about that one hundred taels of silver. Today my friend will compete. I want to cheer him up."

"Okay, let's go to the warehouse by myself. You come to me tonight and I'll take you to see the world." Somehow, Chang Shengcai Jing has a good impression of the little guy in front of him, maybe because he was too similar to his personality before traveling through time. He could always see some shadows in him, so he naturally wanted to take him.

Before Tang Xiaomian could answer, Chang Shengcai stood up and left.

Ningzhou Port is the most important port of the entire Daxin Dynasty. Most of the goods tributed by Fanbian and various places have to pass here, and some have to be repacked here and shipped here.

Chang Shengcai followed closely behind the disciples of Zisha Gang, watching the dense ships coming and going on the river, and the small boats that specialize in the lake were more of merchant ships that transport goods.

"It's here, we specially rented the best warehouse in Ningzhou for safety." The disciple of the Zisha Gang in front said proudly.

When he walked up to him, Chang Shengcai was sure that the disciple was not lying. This was indeed the best warehouse in Ningzhou. It was mostly covered with metal, which looked even more powerful compared to the few short wooden warehouses next to him.

The two gatekeepers at the door saw the disciples of Zisha Gang, and immediately straightened their backs and bowed slightly.

"How is it, there was no one last night."

"No one, no movement."

"Open the door."

Zisha gave the disciple order, and the janitor gently took out the key and opened the door lock. For a moment, everyone stood there and was stunned by everything in front of him.

There are no purple clay utensils inside, only an empty warehouse is left.
Chapter completed!