Good deeds bring good rewards

This "Heavenly Fool Scripture" is truly full of wondrous uses... Ding Songyan didn't ask any further questions, leaving it for next time.

His relationship with Bai Qilin was too brief to warrant deep discussion.

Upon reaching the Golden Pool Lake, the three parted ways, and Ding Songyan returned to Huaiyuan Street.

Although the Traitor from the Ghost-Wyrm Path used this area as a trap to lure and kill He Jianyun, he would normally not stay in a dangerous place and would definitely change his hiding place. However, considering how audacious the other party was, Ding Songyan did not rule out the possibility that he would do the opposite and use the strategy of hiding in the dark, still hiding in the original streets and alleys.

The three streets of Huaiyuan, East Town, and Shuning, along with the alleys connecting them, were filled with numerous workshops and a diverse mix of people. Even with his "Hundun State" and "Candle Eyes and Star Pupils," and despite having traversed the entire area, Ding Songyan was unable to find a single clue.

After the Severance of Heaven and Earth, human resources were still sometimes limited. They could only wait and see if Lay Buddhist Little Zhang had any gains or feedback... Ding Songyan breathed a sigh of relief and returned towards the Prince Kang's Residence.

As he passed South-Pacifying Street, he spotted Twelfth Madam Luo sitting on the sidewalk, wearing a floral headscarf and a dark red short jacket. In front of her was a basket containing shuttlecocks made of Pheasant Feathers, woven headdresses, cloth dolls such as small tigers made from scraps of cloth, and neatly whittled wooden and bamboo swords...

"Bargain sale! Bargain sale! Choose any two items for seven coins!"

Twelfth Madam Luo called out a few times, then leisurely began munching on a greenish-yellow Crabapple with reddish undertones.

Upon seeing Ding Songyan approach, the Manager paused for a moment, then glanced helplessly at the gradually darkening sky.

"What a coincidence!" Ding Songyan greeted them with a smile as he stood in front of the wooden fence separating the stalls from the road.

Twelfth Madam Luo sighed softly:

"To me, you're like a persistent Yin Soul."

"You're really doing this business so casually," Ding Songyan, ignoring Twelfth Madam's comment.

"I want to!" Twelfth Madam Luo snorted, then her expression changed slightly, "What are you doing?"

As she spoke, Ding Songyan had already walked around the wooden fence and headed towards her stall.

"I have something to discuss with you." Ding Songyan sat down next to Twelfth Madam Luo with a smile, about two fists' width apart.

"No way!" Twelfth Madam Luo took a big bite of the Crabapple in her hand.

"I just want to borrow your Main Room again to write letters. I'll pay you for the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Ding Songyan seemed not to hear Twelfth Madam's refusal.

"Another letter?" Twelfth Madam Luo turned her head to look at Ding Songyan with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

"I have many good friends," Ding Songyan sincerely.

Despite having many friends, this letter is still addressed to my Senior Sister. It will be delivered through Hongxin Trading Company to avoid arousing Demoness Ji's suspicion by suddenly changing her usual habits, which might lead to the discovery of Xie Five's problems.

This letter will mainly share daily life, with only a few hints. Even if Demoness Ji intercepts and peeks at it, it won't have any impact.

In comparison, the letter given to Xie Five contained more hints and was more emotionally charged.

But that's not all. The act of sending a letter in two different ways is the biggest hint. Furthermore, reading the two letters side by side reveals even more unspoken meanings.

Twelfth Madam Luo glanced at Ding Songyan:

I suspect you're mocking me.

"How could that be? Twelfth Madam, you're so popular, how could you lack friends?" Ding Songyan was truly wronged.

Looking at the bustling crowds on South-Pacifying Street, Twelfth Madam Luo remained silent for a moment before saying:

Some people avoid me; some don't want to be just friends.

The Manager suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"In the end, the only person I can talk to without worrying about being misunderstood is you, you shameless bastard."

"Everyone's desires are different," Ding Songyan, not in a joking tone. "To you, Twelfth Madam, I'm not seeking your beauty, but your talent."

"To describe coveting someone else's cultivation technique in such a refined and elegant way." Twelfth Madam Luo chuckled.

She's become numb to such remarks and no longer gets angry.

And so, the two sat by the roadside, looking at the baskets, chatting idly, and occasionally calling out to customers, selling the little trinkets that Twelfth Madam had made herself.

As dusk fell and the basket emptied, Twelfth Madam Luo glanced at the bustling Silver Hook Gambling House across the street and said:

"Did you really warn Hu Chaohui last time? This Silver Hook Gambling House is the same as always, showing no signs of restraint."

"I was warned, but at the time I was impersonating someone from the Returning Ruins Sect. Hu Chaohui probably thought it was just polite talk or something to cover up his identity, like Jade Maiden Mask, so he didn't take it seriously. I guess the Martial Prohibition Bureau and Heaven-Bearing Prefecture thought the same thing," Ding Songyan replied thoughtfully.

He had previously thought that he would go to Hu Chaohui's dream in a while to see what extraordinary encounters the other party had had and why his mind was taken away when he absorbed the energy of heaven and earth into himself. Who knew that from that night onwards, the leader of the Treading the Sea Gang would not let anyone else know which room he stayed in at night except for himself and the few people accompanying him.

Ding Songyan searched through dream after dream and was still able to find Hu Chaohui, but this took too much time and involved too many variables. The Martial Prohibition Bureau and Heaven-Bearing Prefecture might still be watching him secretly, so he could only temporarily give up and wait for Hu Chaohui to gradually lower his guard.

Twelfth Madam Luo nodded gently:

"It is the will of Heaven."

Her voice was calm and indifferent, but Ding Songyan detected a resolute killing intent in it. He smiled slightly and said:

"You can't reason with a damned devil."

As the two were talking, a carriage stopped in front of the Silver Hook Gambling House, and Liu Cheng, wearing Black Robe and with a pale complexion, stepped out.

Having just recovered from serious injuries, he came to inspect the properties under his responsibility.

"Is this the Young Master you were talking about? He's not fully recovered from his injuries and he's already at the Silver Hook Gambling House..." Twelfth Madam Luo said casually, glancing in that direction.

Brother Liu, is this some kind of twist of fate? What a coincidence that you've run into Twelfth Madam setting up her stall across from the gambling den! I'm afraid you'll be left completely bewildered... Ding Songyan thought to himself, while smilingly saying to Twelfth Madam Luo:

I'll go say hello.

He stood up, walked around the wooden fence, and called out loudly:

"Young Master!"

Liu Cheng, who was about to enter the Silver Hook Gambling House, stopped and turned around, only to see Ding Songyan, whom he hadn't seen for many days, approaching with a smile.

"Brother Ding, what a coincidence." Liu Cheng gestured for the members of the Treading the Sea Gang beside him to stand back a bit.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ding Songyan lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Liu, you'd better not come to Silver Hook Gambling House again. Hand it back to your Liu Cheng's adoptive father or someone else in the gang."

This... Liu Cheng tensed up, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

In his mind, Brother Ding was an extraordinary person capable of doing extraordinary things. The fact that Brother Ding so solemnly warned him not to come to Silver Hook Gambling House again must have a reason and was serious enough not to be taken lightly.

Which sect, faction, or Outer Dao has set its sights on Silver Hook Gambling House this time? Seeing that Ding Songyan didn't elaborate, Liu Cheng nodded solemnly and said:

"Good."

"That's right, if you listen to advice, there's still hope for survival... "Ding Songyan then asked:

"I heard that your Leader Hu of the Treading the Sea Gang, was attacked by someone wearing Jade Maiden Mask?"

"Yes, he was injured, but not seriously." Liu Cheng looked at Ding Songyan's face and only saw curiosity and inquiry.

He didn't believe that the male "Jade Maiden" was actually the Ding brothers in disguise, as their Martial Arts styles were completely different.

To this day, his Liu Cheng's adoptive father still believes that the other party used the "Returning Ruins Divine Art".

"Who have you offended?" Ding Songyan asked, puzzled.

"I don't know either." Liu Cheng shook his head. "I even suspect that my Liu Cheng's adoptive father was just a prop in someone else's 'drama,' and that the matter itself has nothing to do with the Treading the Sea Gang."

Clever... but only half right. Why the attack on your Liu Cheng's adoptive father is indeed related to the Treading the Sea Gang... Ding Songyan asked with concern:

"How has Leader Hu been lately?"

Liu Cheng glanced around, then suddenly lowered his voice:

"His injuries are not serious, but he's not in good spirits. He's become very easily frightened."

"He changes the room he sleeps in and the person he's with every night. After my injuries mostly healed, he's been staying at my place for the last two nights, and it seems like he'll be coming again tonight."

Look, look, good deeds are rewarded! I just saved Brother Liu's life, and he immediately told me about his Liu Cheng's adoptive father's whereabouts... Ding Songyan to Liu Cheng with deep emotion:

"Perhaps when things reach a critical moment, your Liu Cheng's adoptive father will realize that you are the person he can trust the most, in every way."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Ding Songyan turned and walked towards Twelfth Madam Luo's stall.

After a moment's thought, Liu Cheng Huo Ran pressed his hand to his chest and addressed the surrounding members of the Treading the Sea Gang:

"Ouch, my injury flared up again if I talk to anyone."

"I need to go back and rest for a few more days!"

He passed by the Silver Hook Gambling House without entering, boarded his carriage, and quickly left.

Through the carriage window, he saw the Ding brothers and Twelfth Madam Luo sitting on the side of the street, selling cheap trinkets.

"Twelfth Madam Luo is alright looking, but not as good-looking as the Leading Courtesan of the Rippling River..."

"Brother Ding, do you only love respectable women?"

Liu Cheng didn't dare to look any longer and looked away.

Twelfth Madam Luo didn't ask Ding Songyan and Liu Cheng what they had talked about. She sold the last shuttlecock made of Pheasant Feathers to the little girl in front of her.

Ding Songyan looked at the pedestrians on the street and muttered to himself:

"Liu Cheng was sent here by his Liu Cheng's adoptive father. He didn't actually want to take over the Silver Hook Gambling House. After I reminded him, he pretended to be sick and went home, intending to find a way to get rid of this job."

Twelfth Madam Luo did not speak, but only nodded slightly.

Ding Songyan stopped there, and after thinking for a moment, said:

Today I met "Young Master Mingxi" Jiang Lanting.

He didn't know if a woman like Twelfth Madam Luo, with her rich experience in the martial arts world and high level of understanding, was aware of the special nature of the Yin-Yang Religion. He thought it best to remind her if possible, lest she be deceived one day by someone Making Oneself Male and Female.

"You like this kind?" Twelfth Madam Luo found an opportunity to tease Ding Songyan, and the corners of her mouth clearly curled up.

Ding Songyan immediately replied with righteous indignation:

"Twelfth Madam, don't you dare ruin my reputation!"

"Do you have one of these?" Twelfth Madam Luo was amused.

She laughed for a while, then a look of reminiscence crossed her face:

"I once met an elder of the Yin-Yang Religion who was monogamous."

You really do know... Those who cultivate the method of name and reality should also be able to see through the "name" and "reality" in this regard, right? Ding Songyan did not continue this topic. He accompanied Twelfth Madam Luo to sell the remaining items and returned to Tiger Tail Alley together. Then he went to the Rear Courtyard to write a letter.

In the stillness of the night, at the Liu Family in Hidden River Alley.

Ding Songyan once again Concealment in Plants and Trees, sneaking into the small courtyard. It didn't take much effort for him to locate Hu Chaohui, the leader of the Treading the Sea Gang.

He stopped about twenty feet from his target, hid in a concealed spot, and unleashed the "Three Thousand Years of Great Dreaming".

P. S.: Requesting double Monthly Tickets at the beginning of the month!