Anyang City, Han House.

"My lord, I've found out. ”

A young general hurriedly walked into the back garden and came to Han Zhongtian, the deputy commander of the city defense army, who was watering the flowers, and saluted and said.

"Speak. ”

Han Zhongtian didn't look back, and continued to carefully spray a few pots of Mo Lan in front of him with the watering can in his hand.

"The woman who bid with you at the auction that day is called Hera, and now lives in the rich manor of the Long family in the south of the city, she is not the real buyer, the buyer is a young man named Ye Haotian, this person is a freshman in the temple this year, and now he is practicing in the Martyr's Palace, and his entrance examination score ranks seventh in the top three and first class, he ......"

"Wait. ”

Han Zhongtian's hand watering flowers stopped, interrupting the young general: "Ye Haotian, why is this name so familiar? Could it be the Ye Haotian who killed Zhou Wusheng with one sword that Bai Chuan said?"

Han Baichuan is the son of Han Zhongtian and also practices in the temple.

"Yes, it's the Ye Haotian mentioned by the young master. ”

Han Zhongtian frowned, lowered his wrist, and the water in the watering can sprinkled on the flowers and leaves again, "Go on." ”

"This Ye Haotian is good friends with the uncompetitive thirteenth son of the Long family, he didn't have that much money at the auction house at that time, it is said that there are only two million, and the remaining eight million are still given by Long Eighteen for him. ”

Han Zhongtian snorted coldly: "Since Long Eighteen entered the temple, his cultivation has not grown, but he has made a lot of friends with fox friends and dog meat, what is the origin of this Ye Haotian?"

"The specific origin has not been ascertained, only that he is from Rongshan City, and King Liang is thirsty for talent, and he lent him a temporary mansion in Anyang City, but he only lived for a few days before moving out. Nahera had entered the city with him, presumably as his bodyguard or retinue. ”

"Has his purpose for buying land and scorpion tigers been clarified?" Han Zhongtian asked.

The young general shook his head: "Not yet, but it can be determined that it has nothing to do with Master Fang." ”

Han Zhongtian put down the watering can in his hand and said slowly: "In Anyang City, even the royal family has to sell me a little face, and this Ye Haotian dared to make Lao Tzu unhappy at the auction that day, so Lao Tzu has to let him have a longer memory." Let him understand that there are some people who cannot be offended. ”

"What the adults said is that when the little one came back just now, he saw Ye Haotian's carriage enter the Divine Weapon Workshop in Wu City, and he shouldn't have left yet, do you want to ......?"

The young military general made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Han Zhongtian was silent for a moment, and said: "Kill people, there is no need, I heard that this year's Chengtian Festival of the Temple has been advanced by three months, and it will be held in more than twenty days, so let's give this opportunity to Baichuan then." ”

The young general's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Young Master Baichuan has entered the peak of the Three Realms at the age of fourteen, how many people are there in the entire Anyang City with this talent?" And the general's "Tyrant Sword Breaking Army Slash" has also been cultivated to the last style, I believe that it will definitely give Ye Haotian a big surprise at that time." ”

Han Zhongtian smiled and nodded, full of pride and pride every time he mentioned his son.

"However, before that, we have to do something, since this Ye Haotian went to the Divine Weapon Workshop, then you should send someone to loosen the skin for him first, why don't you let the hornets go, what do you think?"

Hearing the word 'hornet', the corners of the young general's mouth couldn't help twitching, Han Zhongtian had several mysterious masters under him, specializing in performing some secret missions behind his back, and the wasp was one of them.

It's just that these people are all ruthless, and the people they target are either dead or disabled, and it's not as simple as 'loose skin'.

"It's up to the adults. ”

"Then go ahead. ”

"Yes!"

The young military general turned around to leave, but Han Zhongtian suddenly called out to him again: "The Hera who lives with Long Eighteen is also keeping an eye on me, looking for a chance...... Kill it. ”

Anyang City is the imperial capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, and like all the slightly larger cities on the mainland, the markets here are also divided into vulgar markets and martial markets.

The so-called vulgar market sells everything that people need for their home life, while the martial market is the world of cultivators, with pills, weapons, spars, armor, and everything related to cultivation here.

The destination of Ye Haotian's trip was the Divine Soldier Workshop.

The Divine Weapons Workshop is the collective name of the five streets and alleys that specialize in selling weapons.

The most sophisticated weapons and blades in Anyang City were gathered here, and Ye Haotian's goal was to buy a few swords commonly used by nobles.

The carriage stopped in front of an lavishly decorated weapons shop.

Ye Haotian jumped out of the car and walked into the shop, the owner of the shop was a middle-aged man with jewels and jade hanging on his body, and his eyes fell on the carriage outside the door when he shouted welcome.

"Childe is a student of the temple?"

Ye Haotian smiled and nodded, the carriages in the temple all had special markings, and it was not difficult to recognize them.

"Great, the disciples of the temple can come to the shop, it really makes the shop shine, may I ask, what do you need?"

"Sword. ”

"Then the son, please. ”

The types of weapons sold in this shop are extremely complete, there are more than a dozen kinds of light swords, Ye Haotian's sword is a little special, he only needs ebony as a sheath, and a black silk sword with a black silk handle.

Xuangang is a commonly used material for forging weapons in the Anyang army, the texture is not as hard as green steel, but the toughness is strong, and the weapons forged with it are also the most popular among nobles.

After some bargaining, Ye Haotian bought five at the price of a thousand gold coins, originally he wanted to buy more, but because he was worried that the Spirit Pattern Xuanbing made with it would be more likely to lose than it would gain if it was not popular, so he dispelled the idea of mass production.

After leaving the shop and getting into the carriage, Ye Haotian put the five Xuangang swords into the Liuyun Ring, closed his eyes, and deliberated on a new idea of imperial costumes in his mind as he walked towards the temple.

The carriage quickly left Wushi and turned into a relatively quiet alley.

The noisy noise around gradually became quiet, Ye Haotian opened his eyes, and then the carriage shook violently, and then there was the sound of the coachman's reining and scolding.

"I don't have long eyes when I walk, and I don't know how to dodge and hit up when I see the car coming!"

With the voice of the coachman, a man's painful moans came into Ye Haotian's ears.

"What's going on?"

Ye Haotian asked in the carriage.

"There's a guy who crashed into a horse. ”

The coachman said angrily.

"Ouch, you wronged a good person, obviously you accidentally hit someone while driving, and you bit back, ouch, it hurts me to death, I want to report to the official, come on, I want to report to the official......"

"Report to the official, who is still afraid of you!"

The coachman shouted loudly without giving in: "I've seen a lot of scoundrels like you, don't you just want to rely on money, tell you, there is no door, even if the people from the government come, you don't want to take a copper plate from me." ”

Ye Haotian pushed the car door and walked out of the carriage, and saw a young man with a thin face and a coarse cloth shirt lying on the ground a few meters away, he was holding his stomach in pain, his body kept twitching, and he seemed to be seriously injured.