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After offending An Li and Shen Zhuo like this, Yang Zhen and the others had a hard time. When they went to see Shen Zhuo again the next day, he had changed his cordial attitude from yesterday and seemed very cold, just told them to wait for the appointment, and sent them out of the house.

If you can't get any errand arrangements, these dozen or so brocade guards are not so worthy of their name. Without the permission above, without the driver's sticker, they just want to take an ordinary person is considered a crime, let alone spy on local officials. If they dare to spy on Hangzhou officials at this time, once they are discovered, they will be able to convict them on the spot.

At this time, it was shown that Liu Shouyou transferred them from Huguang to Gao Ming. In this city of Hangzhou, where people and land are born and there is no support from the top, they really can't do anything, so they can only wait helplessly.

In this regard, Tang Feng had already prepared, and he also understood that there was nothing in this world that could be achieved overnight. At that time in Huguang, they also endured and prepared for a long time, and finally seized an opportunity to take down Hu Lin and other officials in one fell swoop. Now it's just a new round of waiting, but now even Zhai Qu, who supports them, is gone.

Since they intend to insist, the first thing they have to solve is the accommodation problem. With their current relationship with Shen Zhuo, it is naturally impossible to live in that mansion - in fact, without this reason, they would not be able to live in Shen Zhuo's place, after all, there are many people there, and it is not suitable for them - of course, they can't stay in the inn all the time like last night, so they can only find a house to live in by themselves.

Although Tang Feng and the others didn't have much money, fortunately, Yang Zhen kept half of the money stolen from Hua Muchun for himself, and it was naturally not difficult to rent a three-entry mansion in Hangzhou City. It's just that by the time they have completed all the formalities and settled down, the Chinese New Year's Eve of the early year of Wanli has already arrived.

However, when these big men got together, they only thought about how to make contributions in the future, and they didn't take the New Year too seriously. Everyone just went out for a drink and had a good meal, even if the year was over.

The days that followed were still boring waiting with no end in sight, and Yang Zhen had nothing else to do except wander around the city of Hangzhou and familiarize himself with the environment here. This afternoon, when Yang Zhen was tidying up his things, he caught a glimpse of the book with the words "Qingfeng Jue" written on it that he had forgotten, which made his heart move.

The impression that the old way gave him that day was unfathomable, and it was so profound that it was so deep. The other party can see where he comes from, and he is obviously not a mortal. Since he left this book to himself at the time of separation, he had to see if it was not. Anyway, being idle is idle, so Yang Zhen flipped through this book of "Qingfeng Jue".

After only reading a few pages, Yang Zhen saw that this was a Taoist practice on practicing qi and cultivating the body. Although I don't see any great effect on this, it is always good for physical fitness. And what surprised him even more was that although he had only read a few pages, he clearly felt that his dantian was warm and comfortable.

"Could it be that this is some kind of martial arts cheats?" Yang Zhen's heart moved, and he felt that he had such an adventure just like described in some martial arts novels. But just after such a distraction, the comfortable feeling in the dantian dissipated again.

Since it felt good, Yang Zhen continued to gather his luck as written in the book to see what kind of feelings it could bring to him. Soon, the heat in the dantian condensed a little bit of airflow. But when Yang Zhen wanted to feel it, this feeling dissipated again, and he had to try again.

Three or five times, Yang Zhen only felt that his body seemed to be much warmer, but there was no more obvious change. But this afternoon slowly slipped away inadvertently, and it wasn't until Deng Ting came to knock on the door and asked him to go out to eat together, which made him recover from the act of closing his eyes and spitting out.

While eating, Tang Feng looked at Yang Zhen for a while and said, "How radiant you look today is very different from before." ”

"Is there one?" Yang Zhen touched his cheek, he did feel a little hot on his face, and he found that he couldn't feel cold, so he smiled and casually found a reason to send it away.

Although Hangzhou has the reputation of heaven on earth, the wet and cold winter is still unbearable because of the climate. And Yang Zhen and the others have just moved into this house, and they have not yet prepared a brazier and other things for heating, so it is naturally cold in this room. Even a strong man like them sometimes feels a little cold, but Yang Zhen can't feel the cold after practicing according to the "Qingfeng Jue". This could not but surprise and surprise him.

So in the next few days, Yang Zhen no longer went out, always stayed in his room, and secretly used the book to work.

After ten days, he clearly felt his entry, and the warm current at the dantian gradually became clear, and he could even manipulate this warm current to hover in the dantian. But to go further, as described in the book, to enter the meridians of his body, like blood flowing throughout the body, but it is extremely difficult, and now this warm current can't even get out of the dantian.

But there are still a lot of benefits, after Yang Zhen practiced this skill, he was no longer afraid of the cold, and the six senses, which were originally quite sensitive, were even more keen. Sometimes, if he held his breath, he could even hear a bird flying in the courtyard outside, or a bug jumping among the dead grass, which was truly amazing.

With such a magical effect, Yang Zhen's interest in practicing Qingfeng Jue was naturally greater. However, he is not a cultivator after all, so he can stay in his room and practice diligently, and until the fifteenth day, he is still ready to go out to visit the temple fair or something, and buy a good guy for himself.

For Yang Zhen, who had a great reputation among mercenaries in his previous life, in fact, any weapon could exert great lethality in his hands. But his favorite is the small dagger, which requires hand-to-hand combat to be most effective. However, the sharp knives and daggers of this era could hardly meet his demanding requirements, and after a few battles, several daggers had become scrap metal. This time, Yang Zhen planned to let people build a few more durable and handy military daggers for himself in Hangzhou.

Yang Zhen found several blacksmith shops in the area of the City God Temple, but those families only made some farm tools and the like, but did not know how to cast weapons. Finally, Yang Zhen found a blacksmith who could forge weapons in front of a seemingly dilapidated shop. At this time, the blacksmith, who couldn't tell how old he was, was slamming a steel knife.

The knife became extremely sharp under the blow of his hammer, and it looked no worse than the steel knife used by the iron guard that Yang Zhen had seen before, and it was only slightly inferior to the embroidered spring knife. But you must know that the embroidered spring knife was created by the imperial court with great effort, and a single one costs hundreds of taels of silver, which is naturally not comparable to the weapons cast by ordinary blacksmiths.

"That's him." Seeing that this blacksmith was quite skilled, Yang Zhen stepped forward and said, "Shopkeeper, can you cast a few daggers for me here?" ”

When the blacksmith saw that business came to the door, he hurriedly stopped his work and smiled innocently: "That's natural, I don't know what kind of dagger the guest officer wants the villain to make." ”

Yang Zhen smiled and handed over the drawing of the military dagger of later generations drawn by himself.

Looking at the deep blood groove on the dagger and the unique serrations and tips designed to kill, the blacksmith obviously hesitated: "This guest officer, what do you think about creating such a strange guy?" ”

"I want you to make your own use. You just have to make it with the best steel. Of course, I can't live without you. Yang Zhen didn't explain too much to him, just urged.

"This ...... It's not that the villain refuses to accept your deal, it's really that this dagger looks too terrifying. Although the imperial court did not prohibit short weapons such as swords and daggers, this ...... after all" The blacksmith continued to look embarrassed, looking at this thing with his many years of experience in building weapons, and felt that this was a murderous weapon, not a joke. If this guest uses the dagger he made to kill people and steal goods, I am afraid that even he will be involved in the investigation of the government.

Yang Zhen smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect that this blacksmith really had some ability, and he could see the power of this dagger just by looking at the picture, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to take the business. However, this made Yang Zhen even more convinced that he wanted this blacksmith to make this dagger for himself, so he took out the waist card of Jinyiwei and flashed it in front of the other party: "I am a person in the government, you can rest assured that you can build it." ”

"Uh......" Seeing that he was actually a member of Jinyiwei, the blacksmith's face suddenly changed, and he didn't dare to be verbose, so he immediately chose a few pieces of steel to let Yang Zhen decide which casting dagger to use.

Yang Zhen didn't have much experience in this, but he chose the most expensive one.

The blacksmith nodded with a bitter face: "But this dagger will cost two taels of silver just for steel." ”

"Money is not a problem, as long as you play well, I will have another reward." Yang Zhen saw that the other party was worried that he would not pay, so he took out a silver ingot weighing ten taels and slapped it in front of the blacksmith: "This is a deposit." ”

"Master Xie." When the blacksmith saw him take out the silver, his face was sad, and he hurriedly took the drawings and studied them carefully.

"Remember to punch five daggers, I'll come back in two days to get them, and I must hit them according to the pattern, and there must be no mistakes." After saying this, Yang Zhen turned around and left the blacksmith shop.

In order to find a good blacksmith who can make daggers, Yang Zhen has been delayed here for a long time, and at this time, his stomach has begun to sing about the empty city plan. He looked left and right, and saw a small shop not far away with a signboard of "Kataerchuan", so he walked over.