Chen Ziqi grabbed the silly little red bird in his hand, turned his belly to the sky, and poked the soft belly.
The second child's letter also mentioned that he wanted him to maintain a good relationship with Guiyun Palace. After the spring, he hoped that he could introduce Dan Yi.
Introducing... With a sneer, Chen Ziqi put the letter on the candle and burned it. It's not that you haven't seen Dan Yi before, and you want him to recommend him? He just wanted to use his friendship with Dan Yi so that Dan Yi could do things for him.
"I'm going to be angry if you don't borrow my name!" Dan Yi's words were still in his ears.
Everyone coveted Danyi's power and tried to get along with him, but Danyi was using it without reservation.
"Chirp!" The little red bird twisted and wanted to go down to play.
Chen Ziqi put it down and let it jump on the table. The weather was getting colder and colder, the little red bird's fur was still thin fluff, standing on the cold table, with some frozen claws, so he jumped on the rice paper and tried to lift one leg. However, the body is too round and the legs are too short. When one is retracted, the other is a little unstable, and it is about to fall when swaying.
Reaching out his hand to pick up the little furball again, Chen Ziqi tugged at the tiny bird's claws, and couldn't help but feel a little pity, it's just a little chicken...
"My lord, the people from the Lushan faction have arrived." Wu Jian reported from outside the door.
Chen Ziqi put the little red bird in his arms, pushed the door and walked out. Because it got warm, the little guy got excited again and drilled around in his clothes.
"Don't move around, be careful to fold your tail." Chen Ziqi patted the little hairball through his clothes.
"Chirp!" Suddenly thinking of his precious tail, the little red bird stopped running, found a place where he often slept, tucked his tail, and stayed still.
After packing up the bird, Chen Ziqi adjusted his clothes, and Qi Yu walked towards the main hall proudly. Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Changjianmen and Dianjianmen near Jianyang routinely compete in the city. In order not to be destroyed another street, Chen Ziqi was going to mediate.
"Uncle Master!" Lushan sent twelve disciples, all dressed neatly.
Chen Ziqi greeted them with a smile, took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, and each handed out a hundred taels: "Come here, take it."
"Uncle, this is impossible." Several nephews quickly pushed back.
"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I told you to come here, so my uncle must give a red envelope." Chen Ziqi waved his hand, looking like an elder. However, he was only fourteen years old, with a young boy face, it was a little funny to say such old-fashioned words.
Several disciples held back their laughter, looked at each other, and put away the banknotes.
Although the sect has money, the money will not be easily spent on the disciples. The direct disciples have a quota every month, and the second-generation disciples are only about ten taels of silver. So a red envelope of one hundred taels is really a big red envelope for them. For the thing that was brought to the scene today, there is no complaint, but full of enthusiasm.
"Uncle Shi, who are we going to beat?" a little fat man inside said excitedly.
"If you don't hit anyone, just stand behind me and don't need to say more." Chen Ziqi waved his hand, and led a group of nephews and arrogantly towards West Street.
On West Street, all the shops were closed, and the streets were empty. The two parties stood at opposite ends of the street and looked at each other in silence.
Changjianmen, as the name suggests, is a sect that uses long swords, and everyone carries a four-foot thick long sword. The head of the house is far away, and the people in the rivers and lakes call it a sword to split the heavenly guest.
In the dagger gate, they hold a two-foot dagger, and their swordsmanship is known for their dexterity and swiftness. The head of the king is near, and people give him the nickname Fei Maojian.
"Today, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Changjianmen and Dianjianmen will compete against each other in Jianyang City as usual," Zhan Yuan, who was in his early thirties, tall and full of energy, opened his mouth to declare war, "One day, The world will understand that the long sword is the real swordsmanship."
"Heh, in the world of martial arts, only fast can not be broken. As long as it is fast enough, the dagger can break thousands of exercises!" Wang Jin sneered, "Zhan Yuan, you should stop bragging, you lost to me last month, and you still dare to do it today. Speaking big, don’t be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue.”
The person from "Shu Lala" Changjianmen drew his sword out of its sheath, and the two sides suddenly drew their swords.
"Okay!" The clear voice of a young man came from a height, and everyone raised their heads one after another, and saw Chen Ziqi, who was wearing the uniform of the vassal king, sitting on the roof, watching them leisurely and applauding leisurely.
"Who are you?" Zhan Yuan frowned, pointing his sword at Chen Ziqi.
"Xia Chen Ziqi is the vassal king of Jianyang City." Chen Ziqi jumped down from the roof. Then, more than a dozen people dressed in Lushan Sword Sect Taoist uniforms rushed over from all directions in an instant, standing in a row behind the boy.
Wang Jin was surprised when he saw the people from the Lushan faction. However, I heard that this feudal lord has friendship with the Lushan faction. I didn't expect that he could summon so many Lushan disciples. He closed his sword and clasped his fist and said, "I have seen the prince, and the head of the dagger sect is near."
"Xia Zhanyuan!" The long sword sect master over there was unwilling to lag behind, and followed.
"The two heads have been looking forward to it for a long time," Chen Ziqi also returned one with the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, and said with a smile, "This king has just arrived, and it is the first time to see the two of them. It is an honor."
After a long chat, the two sect masters were confused about what Chen Ziqi was here for. Changjianmen thought that Chen Ziqi had made good friends with the governor, and he might have come to help Dianjianmen; Dianjianmen was thinking about the news from the governor, and Chen Ziqi said that he was befriending the chief disciple of Changjianmen. It is here to help Changjianmen fight for benefits.
The three parties were on guard against each other and could not fight for a while.
"Changjianmen and Dianjianmen compete, why don't you go to the long and short slopes?" Chen Ziqi asked curiously.
"Long and short slopes?" Zhan Yuan and Wang Jin looked at each other. They had been in this area for many years and had never heard of long and short slopes.
"This king has seen the map of this place. Five miles outside of Jianyang City, there is a slope named Long and Short Slope, which is where the ancestors of the two factions discussed swords. I thought the two would compete there, but I didn't expect it to be on West Street." Chen Ziqi looked very regretful, as if the long and short slopes were the hero's home.
"Why haven't you heard of it?" Wang Jin was a little suspicious.
"Oh, yes, the long and short slopes are in the Zhuangzi of the Lushan School, and you couldn't see them before." Chen Ziqi just remembered it, and he was quite regretful, and waved his hand to show them that he could take them there.
Five miles outside the city, there is indeed a small village, which is the site of the Lushan School. In the sandy land outside Jianyang City, it is not easy for the dealers to grow, but they can grow beans and turmeric. There is a sandy slope there, which is very eye-catching.
Wu Jian walked over and waved away a piece of sand at the bottom of the slope, revealing an unclear stone tablet. The stone tablet has fallen, buried in the soil, and can be seen vaguely, with the words "long and short slopes" written on it.
"There really is this place!" Zhan Yuan and Wang Jin were very excited. They are all proud of the ancestors of their sects, and they are very happy to learn that this is where the ancestors discussed swords.
They just follow the usual practice and compare swords in Jianyang. Today, they know that Jianyang refers to the long and short slopes outside Jianyang City. On the long and short slopes, it is really wonderful.
"This king has discussed with the head of Lushan Mountain, that is, my mentor, and bought this little Zhuangzi. Now this long and short slope belongs to this king." Chen Ziqi raised his chin slightly, looking very arrogant.
Zhan Yuan frowned: "Since I know this place, my two factions should also compete here in the future. What conditions does the lord have, just tell me."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, did not speak, and waited for Zhan Yuan to bargain with Chen Ziqi.
"Haha, this king and the two chiefs see each other like each other. Why don't we become brothers. From now on, mine will be yours. The two of you can come here for a test at any time." The disciple of the head of the faction should not humiliate the reputation of the two of you."
Huh? The two heads were a little stunned, looking at the group of Lushan disciples behind Chen Ziqi, and then looking at the long and short slopes that had been covered in dust for a long time. I heard that the head of Lushan attaches great importance to this new apprentice. The kendo genius Li Yuhan is still a relative of him, and Chen Ziqi himself is the grandson of a prince.
"Since the virtuous brother doesn't give up, the two of us are naturally willing." Wang Jin was afraid of Zhan Yuan's repentance, and immediately pulled Chen Ziqi and called the virtuous brother.
West Street was finally saved, killing chickens, burning yellow paper, and sworn brothers. From then on, Jianyang City can be peaceful, and he can also take a good rest.
"Chirp!" The little red bird stretched out his head and called out in dissatisfaction. How does Qi Qi recognize her brother everywhere!
"Yo, why are you so red?" Zhan Yuan took a closer look in amazement. Hearing that Chen Ziqi wanted to open a chicken farm in this small village, he and Wang Jin both agreed.
Nowadays, there are many people who practice martial arts and swords, but few who grow vegetables and raise chickens.
"It's a good thing, there's really not much to eat now," Wang Jin sighed, "However, there are several major schools who are also raising chickens, and they rashly intervene, for fear of being jealous."
Are there any rules for raising chickens? Chen Ziqi pouted, a little disapproving, the chicken farm in King Kong Gate is not good, and it can be sold to ordinary people, how can it be so serious.
It's the middle of winter now, and it's not too late to buy chickens in spring. Chen Ziqi left the long and short slopes to the two sects. Before the New Year, they can use them as they like, and they can also loosen the soil on the slopes along the way.
"Why is it so coincidental that there is a long and short slope there?" Amu asked Chang E curiously.
Chang E tapped her younger son on the head, "You stupid wood."
Ever since he heard about the twelfth lunar month contest, Chen Ziqi bought this village from the Lushan faction and asked someone to carve a stone tablet and bury it in it.
If there is no long or short slope, then build one. Anyway, it all depends on one mouth.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Bird Attack: We can also discuss swords on long and short slopes
Qiqi: What kind of sword
Bird Attack: On the length and speed of the sword, for example, I have a long sword
Qiqi: Why do you have to take off your pants when you are out of the sword? _(:з」∠*)_
Bird Attack: The sword is hidden under the crotch, watch the sword
Qi Qi: Hmm... too deep_(:з"∠o)_
Bird Attack: No way, I used a long sword
Qiqi: What other swords are there
Bird Attack: There are faster swords, slower swords, and seven swords in one night!
Qi Qi: ?(? ???ω??? ?)