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When it is cold, the chicken seedlings cannot be raised. A large number of chickens can only be raised two crops a year, one in early spring and the other in midsummer.

It was already autumn, and the chickens from the Golden Knife Sect had just grown up and could be sold out in one month. At this time, they were killed and the business in the second half of the year was incredible.

The leader of the Jindao Sect looked at the chicken blood and feathers all over the ground, and was so angry that he trembled all over: "What's going on?"

"Blood Blade..." The chicken farm manager handed over a thin blade tremblingly. When he received this letter yesterday, he didn't care. He was busy during the day and had no time to take it out in the evening. He took it out and looked it up, tearing open the envelope and a blade fell out.

Seeing that it was a blood blade, the manager was so scared that he lost his soul. It was already dark and there was no place to escape, so he could only hide in the cellar with his wife and children. The next day, he crawled out tremblingly and found that no one had been killed. When he was wondering, he saw the slaughtered chicken on the ground.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, purgatory among chickens.

The leader of the Jindao Sect took the blood blade and couldn't speak for a moment. He had hired the Blood Blade Pavilion to kill King Jian's chicken because of a hint from King Wan. His sect belonged to the Huangshan Sect, and King Wan Chen Zijian was the grandson of Huang Huazhi, the leader of the Sword League, and the grandson of the person he needed to please.

He solved a business man who robbed the business and gave King Wan a favor, so why not do it? It was just a chicken, and he would kill him if he killed him. He never took it seriously. Unexpectedly, retribution came so quickly. When the chicken came to his eyes, he realized how shocked and humiliated it was.

In the Angle Palace, Chen Zijian was discussing matters with his aides.

"The previous incident of Suxin Sect completely ruined its reputation and was suppressed several times. There will be no waves in a few years," one of the staff members pointed to the map and said, "You can take advantage of the opportunity to let the Lushan Sect annex several small sects of Suxin Sect and weaken their power."

"Luo Hongfeng has come forward in person and has already comforted those sects and aristocratic families. It is probably difficult to annex again." Another aide said worriedly.

Chen Zi listened to their argument silently. His purpose was to weaken the Qi Sect and strengthen the Sword Alliance. This time, the Suxin Sect did not meet his expectations, and he was a little disappointed. The best result predicted at the beginning was that Chen Ziqi could persuade Guiyun Palace to take action and cut off most of the Suxin Sect. Then, he could provoke the conflict between the Qi Sect and Guiyun Palace...

However, he still overestimated the weight of Chen Ziqi in Danyi's heart. Cheng Zhou's uselessness made such a big noise and only killed Wuyin Master Tai, which was really disappointing.

"Is there no news about Jiang Liangcai?" Chen Zijian waved his hand, unwilling to listen to the discussion about Su Xin Sect anymore. After a while, two months have passed and nothing has been taken.

"Back to the prince, not yet." Several aides looked at each other and lowered their heads. Jiang Liangcai was the most favored among them before, so he would leave any important matters to him. This time he made the prince unhappy, and everyone was very happy, wishing that he would die outside and not come back.

"Send someone to find it." Chen Zijian frowned. Although it was inconvenient to communicate with each other because of the mountains and rivers far away, Jiang Liangcai had been there for so many days, but he didn't even have a message, which made people a little uneasy.

"Yes," the aide responded casually, and said something else, "There are three years left to be the martial arts conference. The prince should accumulate financial resources in the past two years and look for talents at the martial arts conference..."

As he was talking, someone outside reported that the leader of the Jindao Sect was asking for a meeting.

"Prince, something is wrong!" The leader of the Jindao Sect came in and immediately started shouting.

Chen Zijian waved his hand and asked everyone to retreat, and asked in a warm voice: "What's wrong?"

"Die, all are dead." The head of the Jindao Sect looked sad.

Dead? Chen Zijian's heart skipped a beat and asked anxiously: "Who is dead?"

"Chicken!" The leader of the Jindao Sect took out the blade with a cold light, "Prince, King Jian must already know who did the last time."

If Chen Ziqi hadn't known that it was the Blood Blade Pavilion hired by the Jindao Gate, why would only the chickens from the Jindao Gate be destroyed, and the methods of being destroyed were exactly the same? This was obviously Chen Ziqi's warning to the Jindao Gate. I know who was harming me. If you kill me 300, I will kill you 1,000!

Chen Zijian was silent. Every time he was about to ignore it, his fangs would suddenly show off his fangs. It was like a leopard pretending to be asleep. If he accidentally rushed over, he would bite his throat.

The news about the employer of the Blood Band Pavilion is the secret of the Tianzi. Chen Ziqi is so sure that his enemy is the Jindao Sect, which only means that someone told him the news about the employer, and this person, except for Dan Yi, does not think about him.

It seems that Danyi doesn't care about Chen Ziqi as much as he shows.

"Send someone to Jianyang." Chen Zijian pursed his lips. He really couldn't relax his vigilance against this overly smart brother.

"I used two killers to kill a thousand chickens. The Lord of the Blood Blade Pavilion said that the prince was an acquaintance and was considered cheaper, so he asked for 3,000 taels of silver. With the money Feng Ling passed the message, the total was 3,500 taels. The prince had given 5,000 taels before, which was the remaining 1,500 taels." Feng Ling's subordinates informed Chen Ziqi of the news and returned the excess money to him.

Chen Ziqi took the silver note and took a look, then pushed it back, "You can take this money back, I have something to ask you to do."

The shops on East and West Street have been rectified, and it is time to open up business. The news that Jianyang City can do business and is safe and does not pay taxes will soon spread from Feng Ling to the south of the country.

After Feng Ling's subordinate left, Chen Ziqi read the message again with the news note, and couldn't help laughing, "These turtle grandchildren are stupid, hahaha..."

Dan Yi came over and took the note and read it, "You are so fucking tooth, the Golden Knife Gate will definitely guess that it was you who did it. Maybe someone will be sent to see you in a few days."

Of course Chen Ziqi knew, so he jumped up and grabbed Danyi, "Who is happy to see them, let's go back to Yun Palace."

So, when the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect came to Jianyang, His Highness Jian was no longer in the mansion.

"We are the direct disciples of the Jindao Sect, and we are here to visit His Highness Jian." The leader took the famous letter from the Jindao Sect and handed it to the guards guarding the gate.

In Jianyang City, there were people from the Changjian Gate and the Short Sword Gate everywhere. They were wearing uniform clothes and led by a master, and they kept patrolling. Even in front of the royal palace, there were several disciples from the Changjian Gate standing. They did not keep guarding like ordinary guards, but were watching while practicing martial arts.

The sword lights and sword shadows were intertwined, and ordinary people dared not approach them. Seeing that they were disciples of the Long Sword Sect, they had the same identities as each other, they did not dare to take it big, and they respectfully asked for a report.

"What's the matter with you?" Several people stopped practicing swords, took the prayer letter, and asked politely.

"We are entrusted by the head to discuss the chicken farm business with the prince." When talking about this reason, the disciples of the Jindao Sect were a little embarrassed.

"The prince is not in the mansion," Wu Bujian happened to come out of the mansion. When he heard the disciples of these small sects say they wanted to see the prince, he immediately turned cold and took the letter of worship and threw it back, "Please go back."

"You..." A disciple was a little angry and wanted to argue, but was stopped by the disciple in charge. "Since that's the case, we will come again next day.

Brothers and others are staying in the inn in the city. If the prince comes back, I will ask you to inform me.”

After saying that, the few people turned around and left and lived in the only inn in Jianyang City.

"Senior Brother, let's leave like this? Will King Jian meet us?" One of the young ones was a little worried. The King of Wan near Huangshan was very stylish, and only their heads could meet him. King Jian was also a vassal king. Looking at the posture just now, it seemed to be bigger than the King of Wan.

"Go, how can King Jian compare with King Wan? Do you know where Jianyang is?" The eldest brother sneered, looking confident.

Jianyang is a very poor and desolate place. Not long after King Jian took over the fief, the chicken farm was his main source of income, so he would definitely pay attention to it.

However, when walking on the East Street, the scene in front of people who had not come to Jianyang for a long time was a little stunned.

East Street is no longer the same as it was. The street is covered with neat bluestone bricks and the store is hung with new license plates. Although it is not very lively, it is not deserted. In the center of East Street, a three-faced weapon shop was opened. There was a pile of cannon paper in front of the door. It was obviously just opened, and there were many people from the martial arts world looking at weapons.

Next to the weapons shop, there is a cloth shop. Several women who look like peasant women, holding a few rolls of cloth they woven themselves, went in to sell cloth with a smile on their faces.

There are several empty rooms next to the cloth shop. There are people wearing the costumes of the servants of the royal family, leading two middle-aged men to look at each other. "The shops on this street are all the prince's private property, and no one will cause trouble. You guys can rest assured."

As he was talking, a noise appeared in the weapons shop there. But he saw a swordsman wearing gray clothes rushing out of the shop with a finely crafted sword, using his light skills and running.

"Snatch things!" The guy in the weapon shop shouted loudly, unable to stop him at all.

The senior brother of Jindao Sect shook his head: "What am I saying? Even if there is a shop in the entire city, what can I do? Without the jurisdiction of the big sect, I can't do business at all. King Jian still has to raise chickens honestly..."

Before he finished speaking, the shop had already run to the door and knocked on the brass bell hanging under the corridor. The sound of "Dangdang" spread throughout the sword sun, and a black shadow fell from the sky, slapped the sword-grabbing man out with a palm.

At the same time, a team of guards came over neatly, and soon they subdued the man and tied him up and arrested him.

"Send it to the yamen and hand it over to the prefect." The man in black was Wu Bujian who had just seen in front of the palace. He had his eyes drooping, looking dejected, and was a little evil.

Several middle-aged men who wanted to buy a shop came back to their senses and couldn't help but show a surprise expression. Even in the area under the jurisdiction of the main sect, no one would come to take care of it so quickly, so they settled the shop immediately.
Chapter completed!