"We can't find Qing Tang," said Old Liu, sipping his tea, "but we can find her spokesperson, Qing Ming!"

"Back when Qing Tang was around, she never showed her face. The only person who came forward on her behalf was Qing Ming."

"Qing Ming claimed to be a servant of the ghost deity Qing Tang, but people in the arcane arts have always suspected that Qing Ming was Qing Tang herself, or her shadow."

"Although Qing Tang has disappeared, news of Qing Ming occasionally surfaces in the martial world."

"Moreover, Qing Ming is sure to rush to investigate any major event."

Old Liu paused before saying, "This time, our scheme against the Reincarnation Division might fool the Jianghu, but it won't escape Qing Ming's eyes."

"I've been paying attention to Qing Ming's movements all along the way. His concealment techniques are extremely brilliant. I tried everything I could and only managed to catch a trace of his aura."

Old Liu said with certainty, "I dare say Qing Ming is here."

I still shook my head. "Even if this Qing Ming person comes, you didn't find him then, why would he come out now?"

Old Liu said, "Everyone has a few quirks. As long as we grasp Qing Ming's quirks, we can lure him out again."

"Qing Ming once summarized himself: 'I have no joys in life, except to look at beautiful women. I have no hobbies, except to watch the fun.'"

"Look at beautiful women? Watch the fun?" My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Should I go blow up a women's bathhouse? Then we'd have both beautiful women and a lively scene. And then, Liangjie Tang gets collectively arrested for forced labor and re-education? Do you think that would go viral?"

"Bah!" Wang the Butcher nearly spat in my face. "If you can't use your head, then just listen."

Old Liu said knowingly, "The beautiful women and the excitement must come from the arcane arts. To put it bluntly, it needs to have some intelligence value that can pique Qing Ming's interest. Do you understand?"

"With beautiful women, excitement, and the fact that we just returned from the Snow Mountain Shrine, we should be able to lure Qing Ming out."

After listening to Old Liu, I pointed to the girls. "We have beautiful women here, but we don't have any excitement."

Lin Zhao raised her hand and said, "How about we assassinate the hall master? That would definitely be valuable."

"Get lost!" I glared at Lin Zhao. "We're talking about serious matters here!"

Before I could scold Lin Zhao again, I heard Old Liu say, "Liangjie Tang can send out hero invitations for a martial arts tournament to find a husband!"

"Get out!" I nearly choked on my own smoke. "Liangjie Tang has three old bachelors who haven't married yet, and you want to hold a martial arts tournament to find a husband? Who would believe that? Tell me!"

"I believe it!" Lin Zhao, Feng Ruoxing, and Wang the Butcher raised their hands at the same time.

Lin Zhao said seriously, "Liangjie Tang, with two hall masters in their prime and beautiful women under their command, is holding a martial arts tournament to find a husband."

"Is this the extinction of humanity or the decline of morality? I think this matter is worth observing."

"Bah!" I almost spat on her. "Can you guys be any more unreliable? If they're holding a martial arts tournament to find a husband, where am I supposed to put my face? No way, absolutely no way."

Old Liu said, "Well, I want to ask you, do you want face or the mission?"

"Of course, I want the mission!" I rubbed my hands together and said, "But if someone actually wins the martial arts tournament, are we really going to give them a prize?"

I suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with these tomboys!

Old Liu said, "That's easy! We can control it. We can stipulate that no one over the age of thirty can participate in the tournament."

"At that age, few people are a match for these girls. And if there is a match, it's no problem."

"The lord can also call Jun Jixue over. You, Ye Dangjia, Lin Xian, plus Jun Jixue are rarely matched among the younger generation. Whoever wins, you can just kick them off, can't you?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "And then what? Am I supposed to marry one of them? Have I had too many good days, or have I gone crazy? I don't want to."

Wang the Butcher reached out and hooked my chin. "Don't you dream!"

"If things look bad, you can go up and kick the person off the stage first. Then, we'll go up and kick you off the stage. Everything will be resolved."

Feng Ruoxing said slowly, "At that time, you have to get in the right position, so we can kick you comfortably."

"Get in the right position?" I asked with a strange expression, "I'm on the stage, sticking my butt out and shouting: Kick me to death! Kick me to death! I don't want to."

"Disgusting!" Ye Yang said with contempt.

"Revolting!"

"Shameless!"

Full of contempt!

Did I say something wrong?

I was just following their words!

Old Liu, perhaps to save my face, closed his fan and said, "Time is of the essence. Let's start preparing now."

The hero invitations were sent out.

The stage was set up.

As a result, we worked for a week, and no one came to participate in the "martial arts tournament to find a husband."

I even suspected that someone had secretly leaked my conversation with Old Liu, otherwise, why wouldn't there be a single person to compete?

This wasn't a matter of winning or losing, but a matter of face.

Liangjie Tang set up a stage for a "martial arts tournament to find a husband," but no one came to compete. What would outsiders say about Liangjie Tang?

As long as this matter spreads, people can come up with a thousand different ways to talk about it!

Now I have a headache!