I'm the one running the game

Chapter 54: Tingfeng Pavilion, a hidden sect specializing in intelligence

"What the hell? Langya Pavilion is gone!!!" Lu Xingshi looked ugly, as did Murong Xuan.

When they came back, Langya Pavilion had turned into a white field.

It was all burned to ashes.

"Don't think about it, it must be eradicated."

Lu Xingshi could guess with his toes that it was Wen Daoguan who took action, or it was possible that Wen Dao Guan took advantage of the power of the imperial court.

"I'll go make sure." Murong Xuan suppressed his anger and turned around to leave.

"Hey, wait for me to go with you. I also want to see your news channel, Master." Lu Xingshi followed.

It doesn't matter if Langya Pavilion is gone. It's actually very simple to rebuild it.

With Lu Xingshi's memory, he had already memorized the entire structure of Langya Pavilion, and he could restore it as long as he had the raw materials.

Don’t worry about books and the like. Lu Xingshi has read them all and can just copy them out and put them in Linlang Tower.

But this breath was too much to swallow. When they went out, their home was burned down. Cai Qiuhe, Wen Dao Guan and the people from the imperial court were just lighting lanterns in the toilet, looking for death!

Lu Xingshi followed Murong Xuan. On the way, Murong Xuan introduced him to Tingfengting, a reclusive sect that specializes in intelligence business and has the most complete information.

The news report is actually a business under Ting Fengting, but it does not involve most secrets, and is more about making money, so the reports are all eye-catching entertainment.

However, they also have real information, but it is relatively limited. For example, Tingfengting does not know about the Wendao Hall.

They are a behemoth entrenched in the imperial court. Tingfengting pays more attention to the intelligence in the world, so there is no way it can reach into the imperial court and the palace.

I really thought that Huangjue Palace was just for food. Being beaten to pieces by the Wen Daoguan didn't mean that Tingfeng Pavilion could do the same.

There is a big gap between the upper and lower limits of the hidden sect, just like Langya Pavilion, there are only two people in total. If Murong Xuan had not accepted Lu Xingshi as his disciple, Langya Pavilion would have been cut off as soon as Murong Xuan died.

No one knows where Tingfengting's headquarters is, but there are quite a few branch offices, and they are all half-hidden and half-public to meet the intelligence needs of people in the world.

It was simple that Lu Xingshi didn't know. He had no contact with it, so he had no channels.

Murong Xuan felt that Lu Xingshi knew about it, so he didn't mention it. After all, this thing was similar to common sense in the world.

"Ah? Theater?" Lu Xingshi looked at the theater called Tingtang Xiaoju and was a little speechless.

"That's right, with Tingzi as the first theater and teahouse, 90% of them are Tingfeng Pavilion's information hall." Murong Xuan said, and took him into the theater where the Tingtang gathering was held.

After coming in, he said: "If you are not familiar with it, you can first go to the class leader, shopkeeper, etc., and then say "Tingfeng from all over the world," and the other party will reply "We are coming from all directions," then this is the Fengtang of Tingfeng Pavilion, and you can buy information."

Lu Xingshi looked around: "It's not good for us to exchange passwords in such a large public..."

"You don't have to worry too much, Shaoxia Lu. Everyone who comes here is a regular customer and one of our own." The theater leader came out and smiled when he heard what Lu Xingshi said. This was semi-public, and some theater fans who were not from the world of martial arts also knew about it.

Their little party scene was played by really good actors.

"Senior Murong must be here to ask about the burning of Langya Pavilion." After the theater leader sat down, he spoke directly, otherwise Murong Xuan would not have come.

"How much?" Murong Xuan asked directly. After all, the other party was an intelligence organization. It was not his first time here, so it was not surprising that the other party knew about Langya Pavilion.

"Three hundred taels of silver, we don't know much about Ting Fengting." The theater leader quoted the price directly.

Murong Xuan took out a banknote and handed it over. Normal people would definitely not be able to carry out so much money, so a banknote was a good solution.

The other party took it and checked it, and found that it was a real banknote. Then he knocked on the table and called back: "Ding, No. 16, Cabinet 3, on the third floor, take the seventh copy from No. 15."

A boy soon arrived dragging a sealed scroll.

The theater leader took it and handed it to Murong Xuan.

"Is there anything else you need?" the theater leader asked again.

Lu Xingshi looked at the other party and said suddenly: "What will you do if you are robbed?"

"What do you mean by Lu Shaoxia?" The theater leader raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xuan.

"My disciple has wild and unconstrained ideas, don't worry, he still abides by the law." Murong Xuan was also speechless, why are you asking this question.

"Hahaha, it's really unconstrained." The theater leader also smiled, and then said: "Of course I can run away if I can. If I can't run away, I can give him anything he wants as long as he doesn't take my life."

"Then so much information will be leaked, and Tingfengting will die." When Lu Xingshi heard this, he didn't expect the other party to answer like this. He thought he would fight to the death or outwit the enemy.

"Information is valuable only when it falls into the hands of those who need it. In the hands of those who don't need it, it can only be used as gossip after dinner."

"Furthermore, if it is leaked, it will be leaked to the whole world. Most of the information will be worthless after time." The theater leader explained patiently.

"Oh, that's it." Lu Xingshi finally understood the reason. Tingfengting's information was in a superposition state between valuable and worthless.

"I also want information about the Wen Dao Hall." Murong Xuan interrupted. He was afraid that if Lu Xingshi continued to chat, they would have to talk until dark.

"Wen Dao Pavilion?" The theater leader frowned. He had no impression of this sect, and then said, "Please wait a moment."

After that, he took out a directory to check.

"Yes, but I don't have the information about this hidden sect here. It needs to be transferred from the headquarters, which takes time, and the remuneration is unknown."

"If Senior Murong needs it, you can put down a deposit of 1,000 taels, and when the information comes, you can refund more and make up less."

Naturally, it is impossible for the branch hall to store all the information. Most of it is real-time information from the world and local historical information. If you want to know for sure, you can only go to the headquarters to retrieve it.

"How long will it take?" Murong Xuan handed over another silver note worth one thousand taels.

"It will take about five to ten days to organize and ship. If it is later than fifteen days, the price of this information will be 90%, and the time limit will increase accordingly. If it cannot be delivered within one month, the deposit will be refunded and 10% of the deposit will be compensated." The theater owner made a guarantee. After all, Murong Xuan was a big customer.

Tingfengting also has a good reputation. The information is time-limited. If you come late, it will be worthless and you will get a discount. If you don't come, it will be a delay for others. Not only will the deposit be refunded, but also money will be lost.