Peach

When the weather is cold, chickens cannot be kept alive, and a large number of chickens can only raise two crops a year, one in early spring and one in midsummer.

Autumn has already entered, and the chickens at Jindaomen have just grown up, and they will be released for sale one after another in a month.Being killed at this time, the business in the second half of the year will be impossible.

The master of the Golden Knife Sect looked at the chicken blood and feathers all over the floor, trembling with anger: "What's going on?"

"Blood blade..." The chicken farm manager tremblingly handed over a thin blade.When he received this letter yesterday, he didn't pay attention to it. He was busy during the day and didn't have time to care about it. He took it out to look at it in the evening, and a razor blade fell out when he tore open the envelope.

Seeing that it was a blood blade, the steward was so frightened that he lost his soul. Seeing that it was already dark and there was nowhere to escape, he could only hide in the cellar with his wife and children.The next day, he climbed out trembling and found that no one had been killed. Just as he was wondering, he saw a pile of decapitated chickens all over the place.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a purgatory among chickens.

The master of the Golden Knife Sect took the blood blade and was speechless for a while.Earlier, he hired Blood Blade Pavilion to kill King Jian's chicken because of a hint from King Wan.His sect belongs to the Huangshan sect, and Wan Wang Chen Zijian is the grandson of the head of the Huangshan sect and the leader of the Sword League, Huang Huaxie, who he needs to please.

To solve a business robbery and even give the King of Wan a favor, why not do it.It was just a game of chicken, and if he killed it, he would kill it. He never took it seriously.Unexpectedly, the retribution came so quickly.He didn't know how shocking and humiliating it was until the chicken was killed before his eyes.

In Wan Wang's mansion, Chen Zijian was discussing matters with his staff.

"Suxinzong's previous incidents have completely ruined its reputation, and it has been suppressed several times. It will not make any waves in a few years," one of the staff said, pointing to the map. small sect, weakening its power."

"Luo Hongfeng has calmed down those sects and aristocratic families by coming forward in person. It may be difficult to annex them." Another staff member said worriedly.

Chen Zijian listened to their argument in silence.His purpose was to weaken the Qizong and strengthen the Sword Union. This time, the matter of the Suxinzong did not meet his expectations, so he was a little disappointed.The best result predicted at the beginning was that Chen Ziqi could persuade Guiyun Palace to take action and cut off more than half of Suxinzong.Then, he can stir up the conflict between Qizong and Guiyun Palace...

However, he still overestimated the weight of Chen Ziqi in Dan Yi's heart.It's really disappointing that that trash Cheng Zhou made such a big commotion and only killed Wuyin Shitai alone.

"Is there no news about Jiang Liangcai?" Chen Zijian waved his hands, unwilling to listen to the discussion about Suxinzong, after all, two months passed and nothing was obtained.

"Go back to the prince, not yet." Several staff members looked at each other and lowered their heads.In the past, Jiang Liangcai was the most favored among them, and the prince would let him handle any important matters. This time, he offended the prince, and everyone was very happy. They wished that he would die outside and not come back.

"Send someone to look for it." Chen Zijian frowned. Although it was difficult to communicate because of the high mountains and rivers, Jiang Liangcai had been gone for so many days, but he didn't even have a message, which made people feel a little uneasy.

"Yes," the staff responded casually, and then talked about something else, "There are three years left before the martial arts conference. The prince should save his financial resources in the past two years, and look for talents when the martial arts conference..."

Just as he was talking, someone outside reported that the master of the Golden Knife Gate was asking to see him.

"My lord, something is wrong!" The master of the Golden Knife Gate came in and immediately started yelling.

Chen Zijian waved his hands to make everyone retreat, and asked softly, "What happened?"

"Dead, all of them are dead." The head of the Golden Knife Sect looked sad.

died?Chen Zijian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Who's dead?"

"Chicken!" The master of the Golden Knife Gate took out the cold blade, "My lord, King Jian must already know who did what happened last time."

If Chen Ziqi hadn't known that it was the Blood Blade Pavilion hired by the Golden Knife Gate, why would only the chickens from the Golden Knife Gate be killed, and the method of killing them was exactly the same?This is obviously a warning from Chen Ziqi to Jindaomen. I know who is harming me. If you kill me three hundred, I will kill you one thousand!

Chen Zijian was silent, this old seventh, every time when he was about to ignore, he would suddenly show his fangs.Like a leopard pretending to be asleep, if he is not careful, he will come back and bite his throat off.

The news of the employer of the Blood Blade Pavilion is a secret of Tianzihao. Chen Ziqi is so sure that the enemy is the Golden Knife Gate, it can only show that someone told him the news of the employer, and this person, except for Dan Yi, has no other thoughts.

It seems that Dan Yi doesn't care about Chen Ziqi as much as he shows.

"You send someone to visit Jianyang." Chen Zijian pursed his lips, he really couldn't relax his vigilance towards this overly clever younger brother.

"It took two killers to kill a thousand chickens. The owner of the Blood Blade Pavilion said that the prince was an acquaintance, so it was cheaper. He asked for 3000 taels of silver. Including the money that Feng Ling sent the news, the total was 500 taels. The prince previously I gave 5000 taels, and this is the remaining 500 taels." Feng Ling's subordinates informed Chen Ziqi of the news, and returned the extra money to him along the way.

Chen Ziqi took the bank note and glanced at it, then pushed it back, "You take the money back, the king still has something to entrust to you."

The shops in the East and West Streets have been rectified, and it's time to open up for business.The news that Jianyang City can do business and is safe and free of taxes quickly spread throughout the north and south of the river by Feng Ling.

After Feng Ling's subordinates left, Chen Ziqi took the news note and read it again, and couldn't help laughing, "These bastards are stupid, hahaha..."

Dan Yi walked over, took the note and read it again, "If you fight like this, Jindaomen will definitely guess that you did it, maybe they will send someone to see you in a few days."

Of course Chen Ziqi knew, jumped up and grabbed Dan Yi, "Who wants to see them, let's go, let's go back to Yungong."

So, when the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect came to Jianyang, His Royal Highness King Jian was no longer in the mansion.

"I am a direct disciple of the Golden Knife Sect, and I am here to pay a visit to His Royal Highness King Jian." The leader took the name card of the Golden Knife Sect and handed it to the guard guarding the gate.

In Jianyang City, there are people from Longjianmen and Shortjianmen everywhere. They wear uniform clothes, led by a master, and keep patrolling.Even in front of the gate of the palace, there were a few disciples of the Long Sword Sect. They did not keep guard like ordinary guards, but guarded the gate while practicing martial arts.

Swords, swords and shadows criss-cross, and ordinary people dare not approach.The people from the Golden Knife Sect saw that they were disciples of the Changjian Sect, and they were of similar status to each other, so they didn't dare to take advantage of each other, so they respectfully asked for a report.

"What's the matter, everyone?" Several people stopped practicing their swords, and asked politely after receiving the greeting cards.

"I was entrusted by the head of the sect to come here to discuss the chicken farm business with the prince." Speaking of this reason, the disciples of the Golden Knife Gate were a little embarrassed.

"The lord is not in the mansion." Wu Bujian just came out of the mansion, and when he heard the disciples of these small sects say that he wanted to see the lord, he immediately turned cold, took the greeting card and threw it back, "Everyone, please go back."

"You..." A disciple was a little annoyed and opened his mouth to argue, but was stopped by the leading disciple. "Since that's the case, we'll come back another day. We brothers are staying at the inn in the city. If the prince comes back, please let me know."

After finishing speaking, they turned around and left, staying in the only inn in Jianyang City.

"Brother, let's just leave? Will King Jian meet us?" One of the younger ones was a little worried.The king of Anhui near Huangshan is full of style on weekdays, and only their heads can go to see them.This King Jian is also a vassal king, looking at the posture just now, he seems to be more powerful than King Wan.

"Tch, how can King Jian compare with King Wan? Do you know where Jianyang is?" The senior brother sneered, looking confident.

Jianyang is a very poor and desolate place. Not long after King Jian took over the fiefdom, the chicken farm is his main source of income, and he will definitely pay attention to it.

However, when they walked to the East Street, the sight in front of them stunned the few people who hadn't been to Jianyang for a long time.

East Street is no longer the deserted and depressed place it used to be.The streets are paved with neat bluestone bricks, and the shops are hung with uniform and brand-new number plates. Although it is not very lively, it is not deserted.In the middle of the East Street, a weapon shop with three doors opened. There was a pile of cannon paper in front of the door. It was obviously just opened, and many people from Jianghu were looking at weapons in it.

Next to the weapon shop, there is also a cloth shop.A few peasant women, carrying rolls of cloth they wove, went in to sell the cloth with smiles on their faces.

There are several empty rooms next to the cloth house, and there are people wearing the clothes of the palace servants, who are leading two middle-aged men to look at each other inside. "The shops on this street are all the prince's private property, no one will disturb you, you can rest assured."

Just as he was talking, there was noise in the armory over there.But he saw a swordsman in gray clothes rushing out of the shop holding a delicately crafted sword, and ran away with his lightness skills.

"Grab something!" The clerk in the armory yelled loudly, unable to stop it at all.

The elder brother of Jindaomen shook his head: "What am I talking about? Even if there are shops in the whole city, what can we do? Without the jurisdiction of the big sect, we can't do business at all. King Jian still has to raise chickens honestly..."

Before he could finish speaking, the clerk in the shop had already run to the door and vigorously rang the small brass bell hanging in the corridor. The sound of "Dangdangdang" spread throughout Jianyang, a black shadow descended from the sky, and slapped the person who snatched the sword flying away.

At the same time, a team of guards ran over neatly, subdued the man in a short while, and tied him up.

"Send it to the yamen and hand it over to Mr. Fu Yin." The man in black was exactly the Wu Bu I saw in front of the Wang's mansion just now, with drooping eyes and a dejected look on his face, which was a bit sinister.

Several middle-aged men who were about to buy a shop came back to their senses and couldn't help showing surprise expressions.Even in places under the jurisdiction of the Martial Arts, if something goes wrong, no one will come to take care of it so quickly, so the shop is set up right away.

"It seems that King Jian will not be short of money..." The three people of Jindaomen, hearing the rent price, calculated with their fingers, and then looked at the endless street, suddenly a little dazed, " Will King Jian still see us?"

Of course, King Jian will not see them. At this moment, Chen Ziqi is in Guiyun Palace, he is reluctant to think of Shu, and he doesn't want to go back to Jianyang in a short time.

After a summer, the scenery of Guiyun Palace became even more beautiful.Because the season on the mountain is later than the season for going down the mountain.The lotus at the foot of the mountain has long since bloomed, but the lotus in Guiyun Palace is still in full bloom.

Chen Ziqi lay down on the soft couch in the lotus pond and sighed comfortably.It's just managing a small Jianyang, and it's so exhausting. If you really want to fight for hegemony in the world, you will probably die of exhaustion.

"It's because your martial arts are too low, so you're out of energy." Dan Yi lay beside him, and said coolly.

"..." Chen Ziqi moved his head to Dan Yi and stared at him dissatisfied, "Who said I'm out of energy? I can still fight for three hundred rounds!" Saying that a man is out of energy is no different from saying he's not good enough, The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Chen Ziqi turned over, buried his face on Dan Yi's lower abdomen, and arched in revenge.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qi Qi: Who said I'm out of energy, but I'm a golden gun. Chenzi Qi Niaogong: Is that so?Come and try Qi Qi: ... Well, I can't do it...

Bird Gong: Isn't it true that a golden gun never falls?Will it die so soon?

Qi Qi: If you stand on the golden gun, let me see if you don’t drop one. I will call you Dad. Bird Gong: How difficult is this? (turns into a bird)

sad:……