When a commander did not lead his troops with the intention to kill but to feel more courageous, then no matter what kind of tiger or wolf was behind them, they would become nothing more than sheep.

However, this chaos in Xing Zi Lin was not even finished, yet Chang Geng had brought another piece of news.

Chang Geng: "The forces of these three leaders divided the Southern Frontier into three territories. They are normally at peace, each of them restrained their own underlings, all were more or less connected with the troops stationed in the south. The most special one is the priest Jing Xu from the north."

Shen Yi asked: "Why is this person special, is he the most powerful? Or is he the closest to Fu Zhi Cheng?"

Chang Geng: "Because he smuggled Ziliujin for General Fu."

Gu Yun narrowed his eyes and looked up: "How did you know this? In the end, what are you doing in the Southwest this time?"

Four years ago, when Liao Ran led him to Jiangnan, Gu Yun already had a speculation. The Lin Yuan Pavilion was in the vast pugilist world, it was impossible to fully monitor the exchanges of the court's officials. The reason why they could find traces of the Eastern Sea disaster, it was through tracking the Ziliujin black market.

Chang Geng smiled a little. He seemed to be reluctant to say more and only replied: "People from the pugilist world have their own methods, yifu does not have to worry."

Gu Yun raised his hand to stop him, his expression darkened: "You should know what kind of crime smuggling Ziliujin is — getting captured would mean death. The Ziliujin black markets are full of those who risk their lives, the righteous do not stand under a wall that is about to collapse, do you understand?"

Shen Yi, who was standing on the side, was immensely embarrassed as he heard this, almost wanting to blush in Marshal Gu's stead. Using such righteous words when teaching others, as if the smuggling of Ziliujin did not have anything to do with him!

Chang Geng did not fight with him, nor did he get angry. He only looked at him with a smile, his face clearly expressing: "I already knew of this little matter of yours, there are outsiders here, it is not convenient to speak of it out loud."

Gu Yun was startled at first, then he immediately realized: "What? This little bastard even investigated me?"

Chang Geng held down Gu Yun's hand: "Yifu, don't be angry, listen to me first."

Chang Geng covered the back of Gu Yun's hand with his own. His grip was warm, and his joints were well-defined, grasping with the gentle strength of holding a hatchling, letting go as soon as he held on. No one knew why, but it felt rather strange.