Chapter 54

Chen Ziqi grabbed the little red bird who was pretending to be stupid and poked his soft belly.

The second brother also said in his letter that he wanted him to maintain a good relationship with Guiyun Palace. After the beginning of spring, I hope he could introduce Danyi to him.

Introduce... With a sneer, Chen Ziqi put the letter on the candlelight and burned it. It’s not that I haven’t seen Danyi before, but I still want him to recommend it? It’s just that he wants to use his friendship with Danyi to let Danyi do his job for him.

"I'm going to get angry if you don't lend me my name!" Dan Yi's words were still in his ears.

Everyone coveted Dan Yi's power and wanted to make a relationship with him, but Dan Yi was unreservedly allowing him to use it.

"Chir!" The little red bird twisted his body and wanted to go down and play.

Chen Ziqi put it down and let it jump on the table. The weather was getting colder and colder, and the fur on the little red bird was still thin fluff. Standing on the cold table, there were some frozen claws, so he jumped onto the rice paper and tried to lift one leg. However, his body was too round and his legs were too short. He shrank one, and the other one was a little unsteady and was about to fall.

He reached out and picked up the small fur ball again. Chen Ziqi pulled the tiny bird's claws, and couldn't help but feel pity. It was just a little chicken...

"Prince, the people from the Lushan Sect have arrived." Wu Bujian reported outside the door.

Chen Ziqi put the little red bird in his arms, pushed the door and walked out. Because it became warmer, the little guy became excited again and crawled around in his clothes.

"Don't move around, be careful to fold it to the tail." Chen Ziqi patted the little fur ball through his clothes.

"Chir!" Suddenly, when he thought of his baby's tail, the little red bird stopped running away, found a place where he often slept, stroked his tail, and stayed still.

After packing up the birds, Chen Ziqi tidied up his clothes and walked towards the main hall with a majestic appearance. Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. The Longjian Gate and the Shortjian Gate near Jianyang are routinely competing in the city. In order not to be destroyed another street, Chen Ziqi is preparing to go over and mediate.

"Uncle Master!" Lushan sent twelve disciples, each dressed neatly.

Chen Ziqi smiled and greeted them, took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, and each of them sent a hundred taels: "Come on, take it."

"Uncle Master, this is impossible." Several nephews quickly pushed him away.

"I asked you to come on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Uncle Master must have given him a red envelope." Chen Ziqi waved his hand, looking like an elder. However, he was only fourteen years old, and it was a bit funny to say such old-fashioned words with a young face.

Several disciples held back their laughter and looked at each other, and they all put away the bills.

Although the major sect has money, it will not be easily spent on disciples. The direct disciples have a case every month, and the second-generation disciples only cost about ten taels of silver. So a red envelope of one hundred taels is really a big red envelope for them. They have no complaints about being asked to fill the scene today, but they are full of energy.

"Uncle Master, who are we going to hit?" A little fat man inside said excitedly.

"If you don't hit anyone, you will stand behind me, no need to say much." Chen Ziqi waved his hand and walked towards the West Street with great pride with a proud and proud look.

On the other side of West Street, all the shops were closed, and the streets were empty. People from both sides stood at both ends of the street and looked at each other silently.

As the name suggests, the Changjian Sect is a sect that uses long swords. Everyone carries a four-foot thick long sword. The head of the sect is Zhanyuan, and people in the martial arts world are called "a sword to the sky".

At the Dark Sword Sect, it holds a two-foot dagger, and its sword skills are known for its agility and velocity. The head of the sect, Wang Jin, was nicknamed Flying Sword.

"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month today, Changjianmen and Darkjianmen competed in Jianyang City as usual," Zhan Yuan was about in his early thirties, tall and full of energy, and declared war. "One day, people will understand that the long sword is the real sword."

"Haha, the martial arts of the world are only fast but not broken. As long as it is fast enough, the short sword can break thousands of skills!" Wang Jin sneered, "Zhanyuan, you will stop bragging. You lost to me last month. Today, you dare to speak loudly, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue."

The man from the "Brush Lala" of the Long Sword Sect drew his sword and unsheathed it, and the two sides suddenly became tense.

"Okay!" The clear voice of the young man came from a high place. Everyone looked up and saw Chen Ziqi wearing the vassal prince's uniform sitting on the roof, looking at them leisurely and applauding leisurely.

"Who are you?" Zhan Yuan frowned and pointed his sword at Chen Ziqi.

"In Xia Chen Ziqi, he is the vassal king of Jianyang City." Chen Ziqi jumped down from the roof. Then, more than a dozen people wearing Lushan Sword Sect's uniforms rushed over from all directions and stood in a row behind the boy.

Wang Jin was surprised when he saw the people from the Lushan Sect. He heard that the vassal king had a friendship with the Lushan Sect. He didn't expect that he could use so many Lushan disciples to collect his sword and fist and said, "I have seen the prince, and I am the leader of the Lower Sword Sect, Wang Jin."

"Let's go down and Zhanyuan!" The leader of Changjian Sect over there was unwilling to fall behind, and then said.

"Two leaders, long-term," Chen Ziqi also replied with the etiquette of the world and said with a smile, "This is the first time I have seen two of you, and I am honored."

After a while of greeting, the two sect masters couldn't figure out what Chen Ziqi was here for. Changjianmen thought that Chen Ziqi had a good relationship with the prefect, but might be here to help the Duanjianmen. Duanjianmen was thinking about the news that the prefect sent back, and Chen Ziqi said that he was having a good relationship with the first disciple of the Longjianmen, and maybe he was here to help the Changjianmen compete for benefits.

The three parties were guarding against each other and could not fight for a while.

"Why don't you go to Changshoulou for battle between Changshoudoor and Duanjianmen?" Chen Ziqi asked curiously.

"Long and short slope?" Zhan Yuan and Wang Jin looked at each other. They had been in this area for many years and had never heard of any long and short slopes.

"I have seen the map here. Five miles outside Jianyang City, there is a slope called Changshou Slope, which is where the ancestors of the two schools of thought compete. I thought the two would compete there, but I didn't expect that they would be on West Street." Chen Ziqi looked very regretful, as if the Changshou Slope was the place where the hero returned.

"Why haven't you heard of it?" Wang Jin was a little suspicious.

"Oh, yes, Changshaopo is in the village of the Lushan School, you can't see it at first." Chen Ziqi looked very regretful when she remembered it, and waved her hand to show that she could take them to see it.

Five miles outside the city, there is actually a small village, which is the territory of the Lushan School. There is a lot of sandy land outside Jianyang City, and the merchants are not good at longevity, but they can plant beans and ginger. There is a sandy slope there, which is very eye-catching.

Wu Buxian walked over and waved a piece of sand under the slope, revealing a small stone tablet. The stone tablet had fallen down and was buried in the soil. It could be seen clearly, with the words "long and short slope" written on it.

"This place is really here!" Zhan Yuan and Wang Jin were very excited. They were both proud of their ancestors and were very happy to learn that this was the ancestors' sword contention.

They just followed the convention and competed with swords in Jianyang. Today they realized that the Jianyang mentioned by our ancestors refers to the long and short slopes outside Jianyang City. It is really wonderful to talk about the length and short slopes on the long and short slopes.

"I have discussed with the head of Lushan, that is, my mentor, and bought this small village. Now this long and short slope belongs to me.

Yes." Chen Ziqi raised his chin slightly, looking very arrogant.

Zhan Yuan frowned: "Since we know this place, we should compete here in the future. What are the conditions for the prince? Just tell me."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and said nothing, waiting for Zhan Yuan to bargain with Chen Ziqi.

"Haha, I will fall in love with the two sects at first sight. It is better for us to become brothers. I will be yours from now on. You can come here to compete at any time," Chen Ziqi laughed loudly, "Although I am young, I am already a disciple of the head of the Lushan Sect, so I will not insult my reputation."

Huh? The two sects were a little stunned. They looked at the group of Lushan disciples behind Chen Ziqi, and then at the long-cloud slope. I heard that the Lushan leader attaches great importance to this newly acquired disciple. The swordsman genius Li Yuhan is a relative of him, and Chen Ziqi himself is a prince and the grandson of the emperor. If he becomes a sworn brother, there are many benefits.

"Since my virtuous brother never abandons me, I will naturally be willing." Wang Jin was afraid that Zhan Yuan would regret it, so he immediately pulled Chen Ziqi and called him.

West Street was finally saved, killing chickens, burning yellow paper, and becoming sworn brothers. From then on, Jianyang City can be peaceful and he can also rest well.

"Chir!" The little red bird stretched out his head and shouted dissatisfiedly. Why did Qiqi recognize his brother everywhere?

"Oh, why are you a chicken cub?" Zhan Yuan approached in surprise. He heard that Chen Ziqi wanted to open a chicken farm in this small village, and both Wang Jin agreed.

Nowadays, many people practice martial arts and swords, and few people grow vegetables and raise chickens. Even as the leader of the sect, they cannot eat meat every time.

"This is a good thing. There is really not much food to eat now," Wang Jin sighed, "However, there are several major sects who are also raising chickens. If they intervene rashly, they may be jealous of them."

There are rules for raising chickens? Chen Ziqi curled his lips and was a little dissatisfied. The chicken farm in the Vajra Gate is good and can be sold to ordinary people. It is not as serious as that.

It is the middle of winter now, and it is not too late to buy chicken seedlings in the beginning of spring. Chen Ziqi left the long and short slopes for two sects. Before the New Year, they can use them, and they can use them at will, and they can also loosen the slopes.

"Why is there such a coincidence that there is a long and short slope there?" Amu asked Chang E curiously.

Chang E knocked her youngest son on the head, "You stupid wood."

Since I heard about the martial arts competition in the twelfth lunar month, Chen Ziqi kept buying this farm with Lushan School and asked someone to carve a stone tablet and buried it.

If there is no long and short slope, then just create one, anyway, it all depends on one mouth.
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