May 15th, sunny.

Today, Chen Sheng felt that his Qi and blood seemed to be abnormal again. He had been practicing the Killing Fist diligently since he got up at Yinshi. However, until the middle of the day, not only was he unable to successfully break through the third level of bone forging, but even the abnormal movements of Qi and blood gradually subsided.

He estimated that his martial arts level had improved too quickly, and his body bones could no longer hold it up, so he needed to accumulate some more time.

After noon, Chen Hu walked into Chen's house carrying a long wooden box half a man's height.

Chen Sheng saw the long box in his hand from a distance and knew that the Eight-sided Han Sword he had customized had arrived!

He happily put down the water bowl and quickly walked towards Chen Hu: "Second uncle, is this my sword?"

Chen Hu threw the long box to him and muttered distressedly: "It's not like we don't have swords at home, so we have to make them again. Old Wang said that this sword cost him more than ten kilograms of forged iron, and cost us sixty taels of silver!"

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"Sixty taels?"

Chen Sheng smacked his lips in astonishment and said, "That's indeed not cheap!"

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was popular for civil servants and generals to wear swords, and the people were also forbidden to use swords, but the premise is... you have to be able to afford swords!

He opened the long box and saw a square sword with a sandalwood sheath, a thin rope around the handle, and a brass tiger pattern on the sword, lying quietly in the box.

At just one glance, he fell in love with this long sword and couldn't wait to take it out and unsheath it.

"Keng."

The sound of Qingyue's sword being unsheathed was heard, and the sharp sword blade illuminated Chen Sheng's eyes.

He put it up and saw that the water-like pattern of folding and forging was clearly visible on the carefully polished blade.

He tilted the sword slightly, and the clear edges suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. One side had three edges, the ridge was wide and the blade was narrow. They were all hand-ground edges... It was the eight-sided Han sword drawn in his sketch.

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This eight-sided Han sword is three feet three inches long, the handle is four inches three, the total length is three feet seven inches three, and it weighs about five kilograms. When it stands up, it is as high as Chen Sheng's lower ribs.

The weight is very suitable.

However, this length is actually not very suitable for Chen Sheng to use today. The height of a long sword should be at the waist and hip of the swordsman, so that the sword can be drawn smoothly.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s time for him to grow taller now, and when he grows a little taller, it will be just right!

Chen Sheng casually held a sword flower in his hand and carefully felt the wind-breaking feeling when the sword blade cut through the air, as well as the change in the center of gravity of the sword body.

He was very satisfied with the result. The sword's edge broke through the wind smoothly, and its center of gravity was always kept three inches in front of the sword's grid. When dancing, there was no feeling of falling force as if he was about to let go.

During these days, it is not that he has never tried to practice the Seven Kills Sword with the Sharp Sword, but that sword is too heavy and is only suitable for practicing the slashing, horizontal killing, and the other five moves of the Seven Kills Sword.

All have a strong sense of obstruction.

Far less smooth than this eight-sided Han sword.

"Good sword, good sword! Worth the price!"

Chen Sheng happily returned the sword and put it into its sheath. His movements were precise and smooth, as if he had been practicing the sword for several months.

The corners of Chen Hu's eyes twitched as he watched the hookah banging on the side.

"By the way, there's one more thing!"

He suddenly remembered something, put away the hookah, took out a yellow talisman folded into a triangle from his arms, and spread it in his hand: "This thing has appeared on the market again!"

Chen Sheng frowned and took the yellow talisman and opened it. Isn't it the peace talisman he was wearing?

"Where did it come from?"

he asked.

Chen Hu shook his head: "I don't know yet. This morning we went to eat noodles at our own stall in Bei City and saw this on Aunt Zhao Er. When we asked her, she said that someone came to their stall to sell it at dusk the previous day.

She also learned from the diners that this talisman was very effective, so she bought one...it was expensive but not expensive, ten bucks."

Only a few people in the Chen family know about the grievances between the Tiger Hall and the gang of thieves, and the others don't know about it.

"It used to sell for fifty yuan, but now it sells for ten yuan? What are these thieves trying to do?"

Chen Sheng frowned, "Where's the Thirteenth Uncle? There are so many people in the Tiger Hall, don't they even know that the enemy has returned to their own territory? What are they going to do for food?"

The tone was extremely unpleasant!

Chen Hu glanced at him and whispered: "Perhaps this group of thieves is too secretive..."

"This is no reason!"

Chen Sheng impatiently interrupted his explanation: "If a group of strangers who are unfamiliar with the place can act more secretly in our local area than local snakes like us, then what use do I have of this Tiger Hall?"

As a qualified helmsman, he can tolerate the problems of his subordinates, such as alcoholism, laziness, greed for money, and even ignore him as the helmsman... It's no problem, don't worry!

But the premise is... you must have the ability and the capital to make him tolerate it!

Chen Hu's face gradually became serious, and he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go back and beat Old Thirteen!"

Chen Sheng handed the yellow talisman in his hand back to Chen Hu: "This is no small matter. We killed so many people in that gang of thieves. This matter is on your head. Can you just let it go?"

Chen Hu nodded and said: "We also know that this matter is not trivial, otherwise we would not come to you to discuss it as soon as we found out the signs... However, the gang of thieves are now worried that they can't find any trace of Zhao Si. At this juncture,

If we jump out and fight against that group of people again, wouldn't we be asking for trouble?"

After hearing this, Chen Sheng's face finally looked better: "It's not bad that you think so, but it's a matter of life and death, how can you have any luck? The relationship between Zhao Si and our family can be concealed for a while, and the relationship between the Tiger Hall and us can't be concealed for a while.

The same goes for family relationships!"

"Now that we have the right time, place and people, we can kill them all without mercy. Is it possible that we have to wait until they gain momentum and then come to fight with us to the death?"

"Besides, as I said before, the key to doing something is not whether to do it or not, but how to do it! Now that they are in the light and we are in the dark, can't we find a way to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"

Chen Hu looked at him doubtfully: "Killing someone with a borrowed knife? What's the explanation?"

Chen Sheng realized that Dazhou didn't seem to have this word, and explained: "We just think of a way to lure others to kill for us. After killing people, the murderers feel that they have earned something, and the people who are killed only know that the murderer killed them.

, we just watched the show innocently, without a drop of blood on our bodies... Earlier we used the county soldiers to surround and kill the gang of thieves, but weren't we just using a borrowed knife to kill someone?"

Chen Hu thought for a moment and suddenly exclaimed: "There is such a way in the world!"

Chen Sheng: "Don't go too far. Let Uncle Thirteen find the person for me first. I can't even find him. No matter how much I talk about it, it's nonsense... Speaking of Uncle Zhao, has he replied to your letter recently?"

Chen Hu nodded: "Yes, he sent someone to deliver a letter two days ago, saying that he had opened up a situation in Guling and had gathered two to three hundred men under his command..."

Chen Shenglian's hand wandered in place for two times and suddenly sighed: "There is still a shortage of people!"

Zhao Si is a good sword for opening up borders and expanding territory, but he is not good at using it to death.

First, Guling is not as good as Chen County. The Chen family can provide support to the Tiger Hall at any time. Zhao Si has just opened up the situation and has to stay in power for a while to sort out the details.

Furthermore, Chen County's head of the Tiger Hall has not yet established a talent training mechanism for continuous blood transfusion, and cannot find anyone who can replace Zhao Si.

Third, it was enough to transfer Zhao Si to Guling. There was a reason for it. But now that he has just opened up the situation in Guling, and he is asked to abandon his foundation in Guling and go to other counties to fight and kill, it is a bit ugly.

"Send a message to Fourth Uncle Zhao on my behalf. After asking him to open up the situation, he should seize the time to establish a hall according to the layout of the Tiger Hall and train the staff...the name is Shanhe Hall!"

"If you have any difficulties, report them in time and I will find a way to solve them as soon as possible!"

Chen Shengdao.

Chen Hu nodded and said: "We will do it later."

After a pause, Chen Sheng raised his eyes and looked at Chen Hu: "Second uncle, how many uncles are there in our family who are hiding behind the scenes? You should tell your nephew now, right?"

Chen Hu looked at him warily: "There aren't many left. Why do you ask?"

Chen Sheng said: "Look, with the current state of the world, our family should be unable to sell goods in a short time. If we let these uncles expose themselves to the wind and sun, wouldn't they be suffering for nothing? Why not call them all back? After getting into the Tiger Hall and getting familiar with its affairs, just like Uncle Zhao, he led some people to establish branches in various counties."

He persuaded with sincerity: "Look, in a big way, this will help our family to accumulate strength and spread out across the county. Even if our family has to sell goods in the future, each of these uncles will be in charge of hundreds of companies." Man, if you want to help our caravan, it will be easier than now, right?"

"To put it mildly, your uncles led people down there, where they enjoyed delicious food, drank spicy food, and received a lot of money every month. How could their lives be better than when they are now pretending to be shepherds, traffickers, and sharecroppers in various places, with insufficient food and clothing? It’s not warm, so you can’t sleep well, so you can feel comfortable, right?”

After hearing this, Chen Hu's first reaction was: What this guy said makes sense, why didn't we think of it before?

But soon he became vigilant again, secretly thinking that he seemed to be increasingly unable to withstand the deception of this little bastard...

Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

Chen Sheng quickly stopped him: "Second uncle, don't leave in a hurry, we have something to discuss!"

Not only did Chen Hu not stop, he walked faster and faster. As he walked, he said without looking back: "Don't discuss it with me. Your father will be back at the end of the month. Then you can discuss it with him yourself!"

If I can’t afford to offend him, can I still afford to hide?
Chapter completed!