Chen Ziqi has not made a decision on whether or not Amu learns to manage the accounts. The arsenal's arrows are almost finished. He has to go to Lushan to discuss business. After thinking about it, he should bring Amu with him to see if he has any talent for doing business.
Therefore, we have to go back to Jianyang first. If you want to go to Lushan Mountain on the left or right, you must also pass through Jianyang City, so there is no detour.
The practice had just achieved some results, and Chen Ziqi was about to leave again, which made Dan Yi a little unhappy.
"Isn't the second-level move finished? We only need to improve our internal strength in the past few days. We will continue to meditate in the evening. I promise not to delay martial arts." Chen Ziqi raised his hand to assure.
"You asked me to go with you?" Dan Yi turned to look at him, a little surprise in his eyes. Summer has passed, his inner strength is no longer so restless, and there is no reason to follow Qiqi all the time, but Qiqi never thought of separating from him!
"Of course," Chen Ziqi blinked, saw Dan Yi's expression, knew what he was thinking, couldn't help grinning, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Why am I willing to part with you."
The young man's voice, with some hoarseness in the voice-changing period, was not very pleasant at first, but when it reached Dan Yi's ears, he felt it was even more moving than Xianle, so it touched the apex of his heart and ironed the whole piece. Gotta get hot.
After coaxing his own chicken, Chen Ziqi went to Diao Lie again and asked him to give him the two masters he had picked before. Riding a fast horse, two tall and straight eagles were flying in the sky, and a little fluffy phoenix was in his arms, Chen Ziqi went straight to Jianyang in a light suit.
Entering Jianyang City, the bustling and bustling scene makes people feel relieved, Chen Ziqi turned over and dismounted, and led the horse to walk slowly in the city. No horses are allowed on the main street of Jianyang City. This is a rule set by Chen Ziqi, and he himself has to abide by it.
When it was almost dusk, the setting sun was golden on the bluestone slab, and the streets were bustling with people, and the sound of hawking was endless. Although there are few shops, it is already popular.
In front of the restaurant, colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and the shopkeeper shouted in a Jianyang accent with a bit of rhythm: "Xunyang wine, Jingui wine, old Laojiao Zhuangyuan wine!"
In front of the weapon shop, a bare-chested craftsman was cutting a newly sold broadsword. The gleaming broadsword made a stinging sound on the huge grindstone, while the helpers next to him kept washing it with cold water.
There was a long queue in front of a newly opened lo-mei store, and there were more than a dozen people waiting to buy. Chen Ziqi looked at it strange, and went over to join in the fun, and finally got to the front, but the shop owner waved his hand slack, "It's sold out, it's not sold anymore."
"Why are there so few today?" Some people who eat frequently can't help but complain.
"I was thief last night, all my property was stolen, only this pot of lo mein is left," the owner said, unable to hold back tears, "the rent will be paid tomorrow, and there is no money to pay it, so closed."
"Your house was also stolen? Hey, so was mine." Among the people in the queue was the shopkeeper of the cloth shop. Fortunately, there was not much silver in the cloth shop, and it was all cloth. Even so, it was stolen. Nearly ten taels of silver.
"Can I report to the official?" Chen Zi frowned and asked.
Chen Ziqi is not often in Jianyang, and everyone doesn't know him, just look at his clothes, just take him as a disciple of a sect, dare not be slack, and answer: "I don't know who the thief is, I'll report it. Officers are useless."
"They're all Jianghu people, so I can't tell you what kind of sect disciple, the yamen won't care." The owner of the Luwei shop sighed and said, thinking that Chen Ziqi might also be a sect disciple, he immediately shut his mouth, thought about it, and used a Only a bamboo tube filled a bucket of braised soup and handed it to Chen Ziqi, saying that he had come a long way without eating braised gravy, and gave him a pot of old soup to taste.
Chen Ziqi thanked the store owner, pursed his lips, and said nothing after all. The shopkeeper of Buzhuang also wanted a bowl of stewed soup and left with a sigh.
Back at the palace, Fuxi came to greet him happily, and quickly explained the situation in the palace in a low voice: "Mr. Luo has gone to the outskirts, accompanied by Wu Guards, and Tu Guards in the patrol camp. Li Daxia from Lushan came yesterday, Now practicing swords in the backyard."
Li Daxia of the Lushan faction is that cheap uncle Li Yuhan. When he first arrived in Jianyang, Chen Ziqi had instructed Li Yuhan to come to the palace when he was free, so as to frighten those small rivers and lakes. Li Yuhan was very trustworthy. As long as he went down the mountain, he would come to the palace for two days.
"Om—" The sound of the long sword breaking through the sky reverberated in the garden. One person was wearing a royal blue arrow-sleeved outfit, holding a silver sword that shone with cold light, and waving it on the grass.
So far, Chen Ziqi has also seen a lot of swordsmanship. The Long Sword Sect's slashing sword, the Short Sword Sect's swift sword, the Huangshan Sect's Yunhai Sword, and the various swordsmanships of the Jianghu people, none of which could compare to the beauty of the swordsmanship in front of him.
Lushan swordsmanship is naturally elegant, and Li Yuhan's practice seems to be different from other disciples. The long sword in his hand, like a soft living creature, rises and falls with the flip of the wrist, with its own rhythm.
A pile of grief against the scenery, the long swords circulated, like a breeze blowing willows, slashed the virtual marks on the ground, the two ends were shallow and the middle was deep.
Erdie Qingzun said goodbye, and drew his sword forward layer by layer. The sword holder was like stepping on the clouds, shaking his sword as a bottle, and respecting his friends from afar.
The three stacks of Taoist ancestors are indistinguishable, the swordsmanship is gradually accelerated, the lingering lingering leaves behind the phantoms, the reality is indistinguishable...
The little red bird popped its head out of Chen Ziqi's clothes, and was a little surprised to see Li Yuhan's swordsmanship. In the Lushan Sword Sect, most people learn the Lushan Qingyang Sword. Although this swordsmanship is elegant and free, it is still a well-established swordsmanship with average power. There is also a sword technique in Mount Lu, called the Three-layered Sword of Mount Lu.
Looking at Li Yuhan's swordsmanship now, has he reached the third stack
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the sword in Li Yuhan's hand suddenly let go and stabbed into the crevice of the rockery. After a long while, he slowly stopped his work, spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and drew his sword forward with a calm expression.
The three-tiered sword is very difficult to practice, and many movements in the sword manual are impossible for ordinary people to complete. In the second half, even the master does not know much, so he can only explore by himself.
"Uncle!" Chen Ziqi pretended not to see Li Yuhan's strange appearance of losing his sword, and stepped forward to greet him with a light cough.
"Your Majesty is back." Li Yuhan neatly pulled up a sword flower and sheathed his sword.
"Little Wang... Cough, the lord is back." Chang E's voice suddenly sounded, and Chen Ziqi noticed that her mother was sitting in a pavilion not far away doing needlework.
"Mother." Chen Ziqi ran to the pavilion, picked up the tea on the table and gulped down.
"You stinky boy, when you have a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother. What's wrong with planning to live in Guiyun Palace?" Chang E raised her eyebrows, a little dissatisfied with her son's behavior for more than a month after he left.
Hearing this, Chen Ziqi groaned in his heart, and it took a long while to react, his mother always thought that he had a good relationship in Guiyun Palace, but there was nothing wrong with that, licking his cheeks and grinning: "It's not my mother who called me. Do you want to go to Guiyun Palace to play with Dan Yi?"
When the second child brought the two women, Chang E was afraid that he would be hooked, so he urged him to go to Guiyun Palace more. He never thought that the person he likes is in Guiyun Palace. This is simply meat buns beating dogs.
Chang E was choked, and grabbed Chen Ziqi's ear, "You're right! Did you know that the house was burglarized yesterday, and if it wasn't for your Li family's uncle, the old lady's private house money would have to be paid out. gone!"
Thief? Chen Ziqi was stunned for a moment, twisted his head to save his ear, and said with a serious face: "The palace has also entered a thief? Did it hurt you?"
"I'm fine." Chang E waved her hand, but she still had some lingering fears when she remembered what happened last night. Anyone who opened their eyes in the middle of the night and saw a dark shadow dangling in front of the bed would be scared to death.
"It's so bold!" Chen Ziqi gritted his teeth and even stole it into the palace! There are guards patrolling the palace at night, and this little thief can still be like no one.
No wonder those people are reluctant to report to the officials. Those officials in the past will definitely be dismissed with the phrase "the rivers and lakes are about the rivers and lakes".
"Those two people are very good at Qinggong. When I came, I only saw their backs. In order to prevent them from moving away from the mountain, I didn't chase them out." Li Yuhan said solemnly. Hearing Chang E's scream, he immediately broke the window and went straight to the backyard. Chang E was a little frightened, and it was an accident, so he stood in Chang E's yard all night.
"Thank you, uncle!" After listening to Chang E's narration, Chen Ziqi was a little scared, and handed over to Li Yuhan and gave a big gift.
"It's all a family, no need to be more polite." Li Yuhan stretched out his hand and held Chen Ziqi's wrist to prevent him from bowing down. The mother and son took care of Amu for eight years, and he deserved it in return.
Xu Shi has been practicing the three-fold sword for a long time, and Li Yuhan's usual movements are all handsome and handsome with a bit of swordsmanship. Chen Ziqi looked envious, "Uncle, what kind of swordsmanship did you just practice, can you teach me?"
"Three stacks." Speaking of swordsmanship, Li Yuhan's eyes glowed a little. Seeing Chen Ziqi staring at him with bright eyes, he explained the origin of the three stacks of swords. He was naturally addicted to swordsmanship. After Amu was taken away, he became even more obsessed with swordsmanship, ignoring commonplace affairs, and just wanted to practice the most superb swordsmanship and snatch his nephew back.
Chen Ziqi nodded slightly, thinking that if he had time, he would learn two tricks from Uncle Cheap, not to mention learning the swordsmanship. With this posture, it would be good to use it to make Danyi happy.
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Bird Attack: What do you do with the three stacks of swords
Qiqi: I'll show you!
Bird Attack: What's so beautiful
Qi Qi: A stack of paired lips is ecstasy
Bird Attack: (￣3￣)
Qi Qi: Permian Jade Pillar Defying the Sky
Bird attack: (⊙o⊙)
Qi Qi: Three stacked bodies are indistinguishable
Bird Attack: (⊙v⊙) Good sword, good sword