When Chu Xisheng and the other two went to the weapons market, Xie Zhenqing had already returned to the 'Lunwu Building'.
The Nonwu Tower in Xiushui County is not located in the county town, but is located in the ancient market.
Just because this largest black market in Dongzhou not only gathers all kinds of people from all walks of life, but also countless people from all walks of life. It is also a gathering place for information from all sides.
It is far more convenient for Lunwu Tower to collect rumors and find out the trends of all forces than in Xiushui County.
When Xie Zhenqing, covered with a veil, rushed outside the Lunwu Building, several young men with weapons had already arrived outside the building to greet him.
Their faces turned pale and they knelt on the ground: "This slave deserves death! A moment of laziness actually put the young lady into danger."
These people are not Xie Zhenqing's subordinates, but her family generals.
Xie Zhenqing waved his hand nonchalantly: "Okay, I told you not to come to pick up the boat. No one expected that there would be Luoyu causing trouble in the river section of Xiushui County."
As she spoke, she climbed up and down the third floor.
This floor is about ten feet wide and eight feet wide. There are thirty writing desks distributed inside, and dozens of scholars are writing at their desks.
Xie Zhenqing waved directly to a desk by the window: "Old Dong, I remember you wrote an article three days ago, introducing the young heroes of Xiushui County?"
Old Dong is a middle-aged man in his forties with a scruffy beard.
His name is Dong Linshan, he is the "collaborator" of Lunwu Tower, a court clerk who is responsible for the Eight Classics, and has an official rank of ninth rank.
After hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled out a few pieces of rice paper filled with small characters from a pile of manuscripts next to him, and came to Xie Zhenqing.
"Master, this is an article co-written by me and several colleagues. It has been edited and is about to be sent to the city."
Xie Zhenqing took the manuscript and looked through it carefully, and soon found the content about 'Chu Xisheng'.
In fact, the issue of "On the Martial God Machine*Dongzhou Chronicle" half a month ago had already published anecdotes about Chu Xisheng.
In this article, in addition to making more detailed supplements, Dong Linshan also included the actual combat assessment of Zhengyang Martial Arts School.
After all, it is the largest martial arts gym in Xiushui County, and many people are paying attention to the actual combat assessment within Zhengyang Martial Arts Gym.
However, Xie Zhenqing directly handed the article back: "Change this article. The length of the article about Chu Xisheng needs to be particularly emphasized! The wording must be more exaggerated, and the higher the estimate of combat power, the better!"
Dong Linshan was stunned and looked at Xie Zhenqing with a puzzled expression.
He believed that this article had gone too far in praising Chu Xisheng.
The rumors about Chu Xisheng in Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall are extremely exaggerated and untrue.
Their article was compiled based on this rumor.
Dong Linshan's thoughts changed and he asked tentatively: "Master, has this Chu Xisheng offended you? Or are you being entrusted by someone else?"
He suspected that Mr. Xie wanted to "praise and kill" Chu Xisheng.
Xie Zhenqing suddenly turned pale and snorted coldly.
Did Chu Xisheng not only offend her?
She couldn't help but touch her face behind the veil, and then she clearly felt some marks on her face.
This was a footprint left by Chu Xisheng on her face.
The key is that she didn't know it yet. After landing on the shore, she still walked a few streets with these footprints until she was reminded by a kind girl.
When Xie Zhenqing thought of the strange looks directed at her on the way, she thought it would be better for her to die.
"Why do you care so much?" Xie Zhenqing glared at Dong Linshan coldly: "Just do as you are told! I want to see the manuscript tonight."
Dong Linshan shook his head helplessly when he heard this: "I obey the orders, and I will revise the manuscript now. So regarding Chu Xisheng's strength, should I write it as high as the eighth grade, or as low as the seventh grade?"
Since it is to be praised, the more exaggerated it is, the better.
Xie Zhenqing hesitated, remembering Chu Xisheng's handsome face and the boat rope he threw when he was on the verge of despair.
She wanted to teach Chu Xisheng a lesson and let out a bad breath, but she didn't want to kill him.
And if Chu Xisheng's strength is too exaggerated, it will also affect the reputation of their "On the Martial Arts".
"The combat power is estimated to be below the eighth level!"
Xie Zhenqing crossed his arms and thought thoughtfully: "But it can be said that he is from Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, no! He is the most talented person among the young talents of this generation in Xiushui County. The twenty true successors of Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall at the end of the year are very It is none other than him. He is also the most anticipated talented young man in Xiushui County in the future."
There was a look of anticipation in her eyes, and she was already imagining what it would be like when the next issue of "On the Martial God Machine*Dongzhou Chronicle" was released in one and a half months.
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Chu Xisheng has arrived at Hukou Street, south of the ancient market.
This is one of the largest weapons markets in the entire Dongzhou.
This street, which is less than fifty feet long, is lined with more than a hundred weapons shops and blacksmith shops on both sides.
In the center of the street, there are no less than five hundred stalls, with a dazzling array of various things, such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, whips, maces, hammers, and sticks.
The martial arts prevailed in the Daning Dynasty, and the blacksmith shop and weapons business were one of the most profitable businesses in the world.
Legend has it that in the early years of Daning, Taizu Taizu, Taizong, and Emperor Wu of Ning all tried to ban martial arts and confiscate folk weapons.
As a result, the world was in turmoil, and wars broke out in all directions, almost overthrowing the powerful Ning Dynasty.
As a result, the imperial court was forced to compromise, and the military ban and the ban on military force seemed to be in vain.
Warriors from all over the country openly carry all kinds of weapons into and out of prefectures, counties and cities, and the arms business in various places is not subject to any restrictions.
As long as there are no heavy crossbows, strong bows and Zhuge crossbows, these important military weapons, the court will not control them.
Accompanied by Chu Yunyun and Lu Luanli, Chu Xisheng visited several stores and inquired about the prices before walking into the weapon shop 'Shen Weapon Hall' located at the end of the street.
He glanced around, then walked directly to the counter and placed the luggage behind him on the table.
"Shopkeeper, I have a few weapons for sale. Please estimate the price."
He looked at the old man in brocade robes who was about sixty years old and with a yellow face behind the counter: "Instructor Ye from the Zhengyang Martial Arts School introduced me here, saying that the prices here are fair."
"Coach Ye?" The old man in brocade robes' expression changed slightly. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Chu Xisheng. Then he looked at the three hundred-refined light steel knives and a precious sword displayed in the luggage.
The old man in brocade robes took out these weapons one by one and looked them up and down carefully.
Before Chu Xisheng came, he performed some maintenance on these swords. Not only were they polished, but they were also greased. At this time, they were all radiant with cold light, sharp and attractive, and looked great.
The old man in brocade robes was not affected. He tasted it meticulously. Not only did he test the edge with his hand, he also tapped the back of the sword with his fingers and listened to the trembling sound of the weapon.
After a long time, he looked at Chu Xisheng with a smile on his face: "Little brother, these three knives are quite old. Fortunately, they have been well maintained. The blades are still strong and can be converted into ninety taels of magic silver.
Also, this sword is very extraordinary. It is ranked seventh grade and is engraved with runes. Not only is the sword sharper, it also has the ability to control the wind. Our 'Shen Weapon Hall' can offer a price of 700 taels for this weapon. silver. "
Chu Xisheng and Chu Yunyun looked at each other, with a hint of joy on their faces.
The price offered by the Shenbing Hall is indeed the highest among several weapon shops.
With these seven hundred and ninety taels of magic silver, not only can all the magic materials needed by Chu Yunyun be solved. There are still more than 400 taels left to purchase the secret medicinal materials of the third level of Yangyuan Gong for Chu Xisheng.
Lu Luanli, who was behind, sneered: "Do you know the goods? This rune sword has only been refinished for less than a year. It is made of cold-forged green iron and is a sword made by your Shenbing Hall. It only costs seven hundred taels. Mo Yin, are you treating us like pigs? Eight hundred taels is not enough."
"Then eight hundred taels!" The old man in brocade robes smiled without changing, and held a fist towards Lu Luanli: "This girl has good eyesight."
Chu Xisheng didn't expect that by bringing Lu Luanli here, he would be able to gain an additional hundred taels of magic silver.
He couldn't help but feel ashamed of his previous dislike for Lu Luanli.
And just after the three people left with a stack of banknotes, the old man in brocade robes casually threw the sword in his hand to a strong young man wearing iron armor next to him.
"Three hours later, you give this sword to Long Heng, the eldest son of the Long family, for inspection. This is Yingjian Duhong's sword. If he wants it, he can take it away with one thousand two hundred taels of magic silver."
The sturdy young man held the sword in his hand and his expression moved slightly: "If Young Master Long asks about the identity of the person selling this sword, how should I reply?"
"Tell the truth."
The old man in brocade robes glanced at the door with a meaningful look: "Ye Zhiqiu is not someone to be trifled with. We have postponed her name for three hours, which is enough to explain."
