"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ou Ye, a disciple of Mo Zhai, the giant of the Mo family, and the swordsmith Enlightenment."
"Jiang Greed"
Seeing Ou Ye being so formal, Jiang Yan also reported his name again.
"I will admit defeat now" Ou Ye also means what he says.
"Don't worry, I have one more thing I want to ask you for help with."
"You said that we people in Mo Mansion are unambiguous in repaying kindness." Ou Ye said very simply.
"I want to borrow your sword."
"Lend me my sword?"
This makes Ouye a little embarrassed. As a swordsmith, the sword never leaves the body.
Jiang Yan whispered a few words in his ear, and Ouye agreed.
Each of these swords was worth millions of dollars, but Jiang Yan took them all away in full view of the public and left Ehu, and the owner Ou Ye did not stop them.
"Jiang Qian, Lu Yufu is here too," Ou Ye suddenly shouted.
Jiang Gu, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around with a happy face.
"Really? Tell him that I live in Fuliyuan and you can come drink together."
"Okay, I'll go"
His sword was taken away. Ouye had nothing to do if Jiang Chan was gone and never returned, but he chose to believe it.
Before meeting each other, he had indirectly known Jiang Chan from several people, and he had also seen with his own eyes the drawings and inscriptions made by Jiang Chan.
The talent of a scribe is the greatest treasure. Ou Ye believes that although these swords are precious, they are not much better than his talent.
What the two people did on the ice of Goose Lake confused everyone.
"Did Jiang Yan admit defeat?" Tan Qianqiu asked when he saw him leaving first.
The people in Bafu could see what happened on Ehu through the mirror, but they couldn't hear what they said. They just saw that after Jiang Chan handed Ou Ye a few pieces of paper, he packed up all the seven swords and took them away.
Leaving Ehu comfortably.
"I don't know. It seems like some kind of deal has been reached."
Everyone who wanted to get a glimpse of the swordsmith's style through the mirror image was disappointed, and now they are even more confused.
Many people speculated that Jiang Lun, a layman, must be afraid of the reputation of a swordsmith, but Ou Ye raised his right hand high and said something that shocked everyone.
"I surrender"
This was the weirdest battle. The one who deserved to win took the initiative to admit defeat and even gave him his most precious sword. The one who deserved to lose swaggered and won effortlessly.
Yan Jianyuan's figure appeared on E Lake, and now he had no choice but to come forward.
"Ouye, with your strength, you may have a chance to compete for the top spot in the Eight Prefectures, why bother?"
"I'm not interested in being number one in the Eight Prefectures," Ouye replied.
"You are the first person to admit defeat without fighting at the Ehu Meeting. Does Mr. Mo know that you are doing this?"
"My master is not here, I can make the decision myself"
What Yan Jianyuan actually wanted most was to give Wenfu three consecutive defeats in order to avenge Zhuwu's humiliation, but Ou Ye was adamant and had no choice but to declare Wenfu's victory.
Everyone in the Wen Mansion also had different expressions. They thought it was a disastrous defeat, but they didn't expect that Ou Ye, who was so desperate that even Zhao Suixian was not sure of victory, chose to admit defeat!
Only Lu Daoxuan vaguely guessed something when he saw those pieces of paper, and his old face was filled with smiles. No matter what, Wen Mansion was not defeated again.
Ever since Jiang Chan took Ou Ye's sword away, he never showed up again. Fortunately, there was no match for him for several days in a row. Shui Wuxin fought two games in a row and won two games. Zhao Suixian won one game after another.
The outstanding performance of the two men can be regarded as protecting Wenfu's face.
But no matter what happened on Ehu, Jiang Chang never left Fuliyuan or the room where he slept.
Lu Daoxuan noticed that there would be extremely domineering and sharp aura coming from here from time to time, so he set up a layer of spiritual power to protect the aura from leaking out.
Originally, he wanted to prepare for his next game with peace of mind, but unexpectedly, both Li Youlang and Lu Yufu came to Fuliyuan, which forced Jiang Yan to temporarily stop.
"I've been here in Xihe for so long and you still don't even look for me," Li Youlang complained.
"You have wronged me. I have been to the place where you are staying three times, but I can't find anyone."
Yuefu should be the only one among the eight that does not have a particularly tough opponent. It will be treated as a guest no matter where it goes.
In the flourishing age of music and music, vocal music was the most entertaining, and it was still highly sought after even in the strict Confucian government.
Xihe is the place with the most enlightened families in Xuan Kingdom. When these big families heard that Yuefu was coming, they couldn't help but send countless invitations. Other Yuefu families could ignore it, but the Yan family and the Meng family could not refuse.
Among the five surnames in the world, the Yan family is one of the four prominent families, and the Meng family is one of the five surnames. They are worthy of Yuefu's friendship regardless of their background or strength.
Guan Jizhai, who has an eccentric and solitary personality, may not care about it, but several great musicians in Yuefu attach great importance to the association with the Xuanguo family, so Li Youlang is even busier than usual.
Li Youlang, who felt he was in the wrong, could only smile bitterly.
"My sword..."
The first thing Ouye said when he saw Jiang Chan was to ask about the sword. The sword he never left was taken away for several days, and Ouye couldn't sleep well.
"Don't worry, it's on my desk and everything is intact."
"That's good"
The relationship between Lu Yufu and Jiang Chan was very strange. One was a mason who could make paint, and the other was a painter. The two were natural allies. In addition, the two had very confrontational tempers, so the relationship was even better.
"Is there enough paint?" Lu Yufu asked.
"Even if you don't come to me, I will go to you. The paint you gave me last time was enough, but I have used several pairs of paints in the past few days, and the cost is a bit high. And I need purple paint.
"The lowest quality must be medium," Jiang Yan said hurriedly.
"Among the four pigments, only purple pigment is the rarest and most precious. I have some, how much do you want?" Lu Yufu didn't waste any words.
“You don’t need too much, half a catty is enough.”
Lu Yufu took out a small bag from the treasure box given to him, and then handed it to Jiang Yan with some pain.
"Many masons may not be able to see a piece of purple colored stone in their lifetime. I made this with the leftover materials left by my grandfather. The quality is not too bad. It costs 80,000 taels, so you can make do with it."
In the current war, this was not the time to be polite, so Jiang Yan put it directly on the bookcase.
"Eighty thousand taels, that's too expensive, isn't it? We have such a good relationship, why can't we give it a discount?"
"Friends are friends, business is business, I can't break the rules of our masons." In this regard, Lu Yufu was very stubborn.
Although Jiang Yan had saved a lot by selling erotic pictures in the past few years, his expenses were also very high. The wine sold by Xiong Heita was more expensive than gold, and 80,000 taels was almost his entire worth.
But Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and gave it all to Lu Yufu.
"I'm happy today, I'll treat you to a drink"
As soon as they heard the wine, several people's eyes lit up. Those of them who were not old enough had been drinking tea in Xihe for more than half a month, and they had long been exhausted.
Drinking was against the rules of the Confucian government, but Jiang Yan had already prepared for several months of whipping.