While the two of them were deep in thought, a deep voice came from above. "Let's talk upstairs."
Fujiwara No Chiko and Hattori Chixio looked at each other and immediately got up and walked up the stairs.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going up the stairs on the first three floors. These three floors were all casinos, and each floor was more luxurious than the last. The fourth to sixth floors were used to store gold, silver, and jewels. There were no gamblers here, only a large number of internal members transporting gold, silver, and jewels. The fourth floor was full of gold and silver ingots, the fifth floor was full of antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, and the sixth floor was used to store gold and silver notes. As expected of the Doujin Palace, the wealth here was like goods, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was as rich as a country.
As for the seventh and eighth floors, Fujiwara No Chiko found that they were all living quarters, and the internal members lived here. Everything was very luxurious.
Finally, they arrived at the ninth floor, and the two of them stopped in front of a huge stone door.
"Knock, knock, knock." Hattori Chixio reached out and gently knocked on the door a few times.
"Rumble …" The stone door opened. The two of them immediately had a wide view. Compared to the luxurious rooms on the other floors, this was simply an ordinary room that could not be more ordinary. There were no furnishings inside, and it was completely empty. The floor and walls were covered with smooth wooden planks, and there was a huge Western-style fireplace on the side wall. The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the thick firewood crackled, making the whole room very warm.
In the middle of the room was an exquisite Persian carpet, and on the carpet was a very wide and luxurious dragon chair carved out of green jade. Nine green dragons were entrenched on the chair, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, and it was very majestic. The back of the chair was facing the door, and from where the two of them were standing, they could not even see Cui Ziwen's back, let alone see him.
Opposite the chair was a huge, thick glass wall, and it was crystal clear, and the view was very wide. Fujiwara No Chiko sighed in her heart. This Cuiming Hall was really rich and overbearing. Not to mention other things, just this glass wall alone would cost at least tens of thousands of taels of silver to make. Moreover, only a skilled European craftsman could make such a transparent glass wall. Thinking of the high-nosed, blue-eyed foreign gamblers in the Doujin Palace, the Western-style fireplace and the crystal-like glass walls were not strange.
At this time, it was snowing heavily outside. Looking out through the huge glass wall, the snowflakes were swirling in the air. It was like a snowy country.
"Greetings, Master Cui." Fujiwara No Chiko was the first to speak after the two entered the room.
An arm stretched out from the side of the Azure Dragon Chair. The fair hand in the sleeve of the golden-threaded green robe snapped its fingers.
Before the two of them could react, the gold coin in Hattori Qianxiong's pocket flew out of his pocket and into the hand of the man.
"Speak, what is it?" Cui Ziwen said from behind the chair. The gold coin flipped back and forth between his slender fingers. It was very agile.
"Under the orders of my master, Matsumoto Takeyoshi, I hope that Master Cui can help us on account of your friendship with my master," Hattori Qianxiong said.
"Matsumoto Takeyoshi? Sit at the same table? "Cui Ziwen said slowly from the Azure Dragon Chair." When? "
"Haha." Hattori Qianxiong laughed. "Master Cui, you are so forgetful. My master, Mr. Matsumoto, once traveled all over the Central Plains in search of famous people. When he was touring Mount Longhu, the Maoshan Sect Leader at the time, Zhenren Lu, and Master Cui sat at the same table as my master and discussed the classics. "
"So that's what you're talking about." Cui Ziwen played with the gold coin in his hand as he said, "Is your master the one who donated 1,000 taels of silver as incense money to the Maoshan Sect?"
"Yes," Hattori Qianxiong replied.
"If I remember correctly, his surname is Li, isn't it? Why, is he from Dongying? "Cui Ziwen asked casually.
"Master Cui, you have a good memory," Hattori Qianxiong said. "My master's identity is special, so it was inconvenient for him to reveal his true identity. Please forgive me, Master Cui."
"What does he want from me this time?" Cui Ziwen's tone was impatient. He hated people who tried to play tricks on him, both in the past and in the present.
"He needs Master Cui's help with …" Hattori Qianxiong paused. "Armament Crafting Manual."
"Armament Crafting Manual?" Cui Ziwen stopped flipping the gold coin in his hand. "The Ye Clan's Armament Crafting Manual?"
Fujiwara No Chiko's heart skipped a beat when she heard that.
"Yes," Hattori Qianxiong said. "I'd like to ask for your help, Master Cui."
"If Matsumoto Takeyoshi has subordinates like you, why would he need to ask me for help? Can't he just let you do it?" Cui Ziwen continued flipping the gold coin in his hand. "Both of you have high levels of cultivation, and both of you have divine weapons. There's nothing you can't do."
Fujiwara No Chiko was shocked when she heard that. Cui Ziwen could sense the Flaming Sword and Chihō's blade without even turning around. This person's level of cultivation had already reached the pinnacle.
Hattori Qianxiong was shocked at first, but he immediately smiled and said, "Master Cui must be joking. I'm sure you know the strength of the Ye Clan better than I do. Not to mention the head of the Ye Clan, Ye Yun, the rising stars of the Ye Clan are very difficult to deal with, especially Ye Yun's son, Ye Kong. It's said that he's a rare genius. It's said that he's been taught a supreme sword technique by an extraordinary person, and there's no one who can compare to him. Coupled with Ye Yun's high level of cultivation, it's really difficult to do it with just the two of us. "
Hearing the two words' Ye Kong ', Fujiwara No Chiko tried her best to remain calm, but her heart still thumped wildly. The Central Earth friend that master Ito Fumio mentioned was this person. What should she do if she met him in the future?
"Matsumoto Takeyoshi definitely has more than just the two of you under him, right?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"This …?" Hattori Qianxiong didn't know how to answer.
"I'm not interested in your matters." Cui Ziwen changed the topic and said, "Since you have my gold coins, I'll help you this time."
"Thank you, Master Cui." Hattori Qianxiong said.
"Chi Yao." Cui Ziwen softly spat out these two words.
As soon as Cui Ziwen's voice fell, a black fog appeared behind him. From the black fog, an elegant and handsome man with a white face walked out.
"Master." The man bowed. This man was one of the four guardians of the Cuiming Hall – Chi Yao.
"Did you hear everything just now?" Cui Ziwen said coldly.
"This …" Chi Yao was a little embarrassed. "Yes."
"When are you going to make a move against the Ye Clan?" Cui Ziwen suddenly asked.
"Seven days later." Fujiwara No Chiko replied. Hattori Qianxiong glanced at Fujiwara No Chiko. In the letter, he only mentioned making a move against the Ye Clan, but did not mention a specific time. It seemed that he didn't know everything. This was also where Matsumoto Takeyoshi's brilliance came from.
"Seven days later, you will help the two of them snatch the Weapon Forging Manual from the Ye Clan. Do you understand?" Cui Ziwen said.
"Yes." Chi Yao replied as he turned to look at Fujiwara No Chiko. His eyes flashed with lust.
Fujiwara No Chiko frowned. It seemed that Chi Yao was a lecher.
"Don't make the same mistake again." Cui Ziwen seemed to know what Chi Yao was thinking. "Otherwise, I won't let you off."
"Yes, Master." Chi Yao immediately replied.
"See the guests out." Cui Ziwen ordered.
"The two of you, we will meet again in seven days." Chi Yao turned to the two of them. As he spoke, he sized up Fujiwara No Chiko.
Hattori Qianxiong and Fujiwara No Chiko nodded to Cui Ziwen and Chi Yao, then turned and left the room.
Only Cui Ziwen and Chi Yao were left in the room.
"Master, are we really going to go against the Ye Clan?" Chi Yao asked.
"When have I ever gone back on my word?" Cui Ziwen said casually.
"After we get the Weapon Forging Manual, should we bring it back to you?" Chi Yao did not forget to curry favor with Cui Ziwen.
"Give it to them after we get it. I'm not interested in the Weapon Forging Manual." Cui Ziwen waved his hand. "You may leave."
"Yes." Chi Yao turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.
"Song, Ben, Wu, Ji," Cui Ziwen muttered to himself as he flicked the gold coin in his hand into the air.
"Buzz …" The gold coin made a crisp sound as it spun in the air and fell to the ground.
"Pa!" After he caught the gold coin in his hand, he exerted a little force with his right hand. Suddenly, a red light flashed in his hand. The gold coin in his hand instantly bent and melted.
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