Man and wife counterattack

You Xuanduan sat under the quilt, holding the manuscript. The story in Xinhuaben is a story about amnesia.

The protagonist Xuan Yue lost his memory and forgot the story that happened in the past six months. He is the young master of the sword sect with unparalleled sword skills. The story happened, he was also poisoned, and his martial arts also retreated to [-]%.

The elders of Jianzong instantly haggarded, not only looking for a way to detoxify him, but also investigating why his martial arts retreated to [-]% overnight?

You Xuan read it with gusto, turning the pages quickly——

When Xuan Yue was unrestrained and unrestrained, when she went down the mountain with her sword to buy pens and inks in person, Lu Yu came to Jianzong to challenge him, a quack swordsman. In the first battle, he barely won. I haven't figured it out yet, I just barely stood firm, was provoked repeatedly by the other party, and felt unhappy, I just wanted to leave early, but a few people showed up again, these people are all members of the Wulin League, come to invite Xuanyue to participate in the Wulin General Assembly.

Many people in Jianzong admire Xuanyue, and some people want to replace Xuanyue. Therefore, someone secretly went to the Wulin League to expose the truth, saying that Xuanyue had lost [-]% of her martial arts and was not worthy of going to the Wulin League. If experts are needed, they can replace Xuan Yue.

The big and small sects in the rivers and lakes were shocked by the news, and then came to Jianzong to challenge Xuanyue in person, and wanted to see for themselves whether it was true or not.

And those insidious and cunning Gu Po sects, disciples of the Demon Sect... also appeared around Jianzong one after another.

Something happened to Xuan Yue, and the whole world was shaken.

And it was also at this time that the Xuan family who sent Xuan Yue to Jianzong to study art suddenly appeared, saying that the ancestor of the Xuan family had passed away and wanted Xuan Yue to go back to worship, but on the first day Xuan Yue returned to the Xuan family with them God, they directly asked Xuan Yue to teach the Xuan family's children all the martial arts he had learned over the years.

Xuan Yue reluctantly agreed, but when she was teaching the seventh move, she suddenly discovered that the disciples of the Xuan family had already learned his sword moves. I went back to the Xuan family and taught some swordsmanship to the Xuan family's disciples.

Just when he was about to leave, the enemies of the Xuan family came to him, and the Xuan family used him to intimidate the enemies.

The enemy was resentful, and set up a Hongmen banquet for the Xuan family. The Xuan family knew it well, but no one reminded Xuan Yue in advance.

Xuan Yue was poisoned at the banquet, and used her internal force to contain the poison in her body. Seven times the power was exhausted, but the poison was still not unraveled. Xuan Yue was puzzled, and secretly investigated the cause and effect, only to learn the truth belatedly, full of despair .But the enemy's family came forward and said that they could give the antidote, but they wanted the Xuan family to kowtow in front of their house to apologize, or give them half of their wealth, otherwise there would be no antidote.

The Xuan family disagreed.

Xuan Yue was completely disappointed, and when she was about to use her sword to force the Xuan family to kowtow to apologize to the enemy's family, she was knocked out from behind by a disciple of the Xuan family who had just learned two sword techniques from him.

The Xuan family kept doing nothing, fed Xuan Yue amnesia powder, and sent him back to Jianzong overnight.

When Xuanyue learned the truth, she was not crazy, nor did she take revenge. She just engraved everything she had learned all her life on the wall of the Xuan family, injecting the remaining [-]% of her internal energy into the sculpture, and the wall would be destroyed when she chiseled it; Sprinkle the spices made by the technique on the wall. If there is no spice for three days, the stone paintings carved on the walls will be burnt, and the stone paintings will immediately self-destruct.

After that, Xuan Yue died of poison.

Afterwards, the Xuan family was restless——

The paintings Xuanyue carved on the wall are what he has learned all his life. People from both black and white sects in the world want to learn and see them, but they can’t take the wall away. The spices are applied regularly, otherwise the wall will be burnt, so the Xuan family can't run away.

Some worship Xuanyue, some despise Xuanyue's indecision, some claim to be righteous and want to avenge Xuanyue...they all turned to Xuan's family.

The Xuan family can't hide, can't leave.

Regret and despair are engraved in their bones all their lives.

-

It was already late at night when You Xuan finished reading the story. He turned over the last few manuscripts, and after a long while, he said regretfully, "...Xuanyue had such a hard time."

After a while, You Xuan continued, "However, at first I thought it was a story about Jianghu, but I didn't expect it to be Zhaidou in the end... I can't tell... Sigh."

Mu Jue looked at his expression, "How is it?"

You Xuan nodded melancholy and said, "It's beautiful. I like this story better than the "Xuanxuan Qingyue" you wrote before."

Mu Jue coughed dryly, and wanted to ask more carefully. For example, Xuanyue and the Xuan family in this story... looked unfamiliar, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words and asked, "What do you think they are called?" Good story?"

You Xuanming thought hard, "I don't know, it's up to you to decide."

Mu Jue said, "The Bitter Chill, Choose Leng Yue?"

You Xuan was already very sleepy, and didn't like the title of the book, so he struggled for a while, "Listen to you."

He then returned the manuscripts to Mu Jue.

Mu Jue got out of bed to put away the manuscripts, and when he came back, You Xuan had already fallen asleep.

Mu Jue didn't feel sleepy, he half leaned against the bed, looked at You Xuan with a smile in his eyes, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "Why can't you see Xuan Yue's story... He's so like you..."

You Xuan, you Xuan.

The first story in the storybook I wrote is to remind you not to be so emotionally slow, and the second story is to remind you not to always be plucked by wanderers, and not to always give.

But why is it always...

can not tell?

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The next day, You Xuanding's second batch of cloaks was sent to Zhuangzhuang, a total of [-] pieces. You Xuan asked people to send [-] pieces to Ruoxian Embroidery, and told the embroidery to finish the embroidery as early as possible. What about the remaining cloaks? , after discussing with Mu Jue, he still sent all the cloaks to the house next door where they lived, and invited some embroiderers to come over and do embroidery day and night.

The speed at Xiuzhuang is very fast.

In five or six days, the embroiderers of Ruoxian Embroidery Village had finished embroidering all the cloaks in their hands. When You Xuan got the news, he sent the cloaks to the big customers one by one in the order of the order.

And the embroiderers who were invited to embroider were just a step behind and finished the embroidery. There were a total of two hundred pieces, which happened to be sent to the Hao family who was urging them first.

However, only two of the big orders that Embroidery Village had previously brought in were completed, and the remaining big order was still short of [-] cloaks.

But the third batch of cloaks that You Xuan ordered from the cloak merchants outside the town have not been delivered for a long time.

Until the afternoon of the seventh day, You Xuan received two deposits returned from outside the town, and there was another sentence, - "I'm really sorry, Boss You, we are all small businesses, thanks to your care this year, business It's much better, but I didn't prepare too many raw materials before winter, and I really can't get out [-] cloaks for a while, sorry, sorry, sorry."

You Xuan: "..."

In addition, Ruoxian Embroidery Village also said that they would terminate the cooperation, and whether it was forgot or on purpose, the Embroidery Village did not return the embroidery patterns sent by You Xuan to You Xuan.

After You Xuan paid the embroiderers' wages, he told Da Hao and Zhi Liao to clean up the house next door, and then went to Ruoxian Embroidery Village in person.

Nangong Qingqing, who is sitting in Ruoxian Embroidery Village basically every day, saw You Xuan coming uninvited, and asked directly, "The cooperation is over, Mr. You doesn't need to come to Embroidery Village again."

You Xuan walked to the multi-treasure shelf in the embroidery village, tore off the two blueprints pasted on the wall, and then smiled politely, "I didn't want to come, but you, Mr. Ruoxian Xiuzhuang, You pretended to be stupid and secretly withheld the patterns I sent earlier, now that the cooperation is over, these patterns should be returned to me."

"I almost forgot," Nangong Qingqing had been prepared for a long time. In front of You Xuan, she asked her maid Cui'er to bring the large stack of drawing paper from the drawer of the embroidery room in the backyard. In front of him, from under the counter of Xiuzhuang, he took out a thick stack of drawing paper that was exactly the same as the drawing paper in You Xuan's hand.

You Xuan understood, "You found another artist to paint these paintings intact?"

Nangong Qingqing took it for granted, "Yes."

You Xuan asked nonchalantly, "Do you really think the cloak business is easy to do?" After saying that, he dropped another reminder, "I know what you want to do, I opened the cloak's reputation , and you missed it, the embroidery shop can indeed do this cloak business, and it is really convenient, and it can even become the signboard of your embroidery shop, but don't forget-this cloak is no matter how good it is, but the price has already been set. With these cloaks, it is destined not to eat much meat."

Those in Wutong Town who can afford cloaks now have no shortage of cloaks.

And those who can afford cloaks also know that the price of these cloaks is between seven and nine renminbi. If the embroidery shop sells the same cloak, but the price goes up, few people would be willing to sell it—the embroidery shop currently uses The pattern was prepared by You Xuan before, and had been embroidered by someone a long time ago. Nangong Qingqing didn't change the pattern, but the regular customers must recognize it.

Xiu Zhuang thought it was a big advantage.

Ke Youxuan sells cloaks, and what they sell are the unique embroidery patterns on the cloaks.

Otherwise, why would he make money in just a few days?Still taking so many big orders one after another?

Kexiu Zhuang doesn't understand this.

Because Xiu Zhuang couldn't afford so much money to find a painter.

Nangong Qingqing didn't understand, and said with a sneer, "...the order of [-] cloaks is still short, the embroidery shop has already discussed with them, and the embroidery shop will be responsible for the remaining cloaks." She paused, and then said: "Don't be unconvinced, this order was originally given to you by the embroidery shop, and now we have just taken it back."

You Xuan sneered.

"..."

You Xuan took the drawing paper and went out. Just as he walked to the gate of the embroidery village, he saw more than a dozen carriages carrying boxes of cloaks parked at the gate of the embroidery village. Returned to him and said "...can't make that many cloaks anymore" cloak merchant.

The cloaked merchant smiled awkwardly: "..."