Seven days later, the Doge's Palace.

"My lord, Ye Changsheng left Liuhe City this morning and returned to Sanshui Town. In the study, a subordinate said.

Peng Zifang was relieved, in the past seven days, Ye Changsheng's footprints had traveled all over the several county towns where battles had taken place, making the county guards nervous.

The worst thing is He Jin, the county guard of Bei'an County, his subordinates were busy taking advantage of the fire to rob, but they were blocked by Ye Changsheng on the dock.

More than 30 officers and soldiers, in front of the public, were broken by Ye Changsheng and knelt in a row.

The murderous name of white-haired immortality shook Bei'an City!

Now, this bastard has finally returned, and everyone can stop.

Peng Zifang suddenly thought of something, and asked curiously: "Has the bloody clothes on his body been changed?"

The subordinate hurriedly said, "It's changed, and the hair is washed." ”

This subordinate's thoughts are the same as those of the Governor, probably Ye Changsheng took off that bloody coat, which means that the past has turned over.

But it's really time to turn the page, because the big picture is decided.

The eight magnates of Sanshui Town and the twelve magnates of Liuhe City sent the samurai of Fuchu at the same time to form a coalition army.

In the past seven days, the coalition forces have regained the Ye family's docks, and the samurai of the Shenguang Hall have been almost killed.

On the side of the provincial capital, those magnates who once knelt down and begged for mercy have sent a large amount of compensation to Sanshui Town.

The Governor's Mansion made a rough estimate, excluding the twenty percent of the shares converted by Tianbao Pavilion to Yan Ruyi, and these compensation money added up to at least tens of millions of taels!

Such a large sum of money is enough to ask the Sword Hall to compensate the victims and build a dock and a fleet.

After this battle, Shenguangtang completely fell, the centuries-old workshop was destroyed, and the eight stores were about to be taken over by Wenjiantang.

There is no need to be afraid of stores, and you can open them with money, but it takes at least ten years to build a workshop area that is hundreds of years old.

Even if the swordsmithing workshop could be built, where would the craftsmen and swordsmiths go to find them?

You must know that the existence of those people is the real foundation that Shenguangtang relies on.

It's a pity that these people were all burned to death by Ye Changsheng's fire.

Now in the entire Nine Winds Province, there are only large-scale sword-casting workshops in Sanshui Town.

The Qiantang family is dominant, and they are already invincible.

No matter who controls the province, they can't ignore the existence of the Sword Hall.

After a baptism of blood, Wenjiantang became stronger, and with the support of the Sanchuan Alliance and the Liuhe Alliance, it became even stronger.

At least today, Governor Peng Zifang has already regarded Ye Changsheng as a character and has become jealous.

An invitation letter from the capital is lying on Peng Zifang's desk at the moment.

This is an invitation from the Royal Military Construction Bureau, which intends to hire Ye Changsheng as a royal advisor and invite him to the capital.

This invitation is a congratulatory letter from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to Ye Changsheng, and it is also a reward for Ye Changsheng!

Once Ye Changsheng enters Beijing, he will definitely soar into the sky and be proud of the Nine Winds Province.

Peng Zifang was jealous and emotional, and couldn't help but glance at the white jade flying eagle on the desk.

The dragon eagle with wings flying high, isn't it today's Ye Changsheng?

......

Sanshui Town, in front of the gate of the Sword Hall.

Jiang Xuenong was on crutches, looking at the plaque on the gate, and couldn't help crying.

Seeing the words like faces, Childe's voice and smile back then were so vivid and vivid in his memory, just like yesterday.

Ye Xiangxi stood beside Jiang Lao, also looking up at the plaque, with indescribable heroism surging in his heart.

Although he missed the battle between Wenjian Hall and Shenguang Hall, as the head of the Ye family's intelligence, he knew even more things than those who had experienced it.

And the intelligence network he set up single-handedly also exerted great power in the Ye family's counterattack.

Asking the sword hall has passed another hurdle, and the son asks the dream of the sword world, and their dream has taken another step towards reality.

Today's return of the Tan King is nothing less than a wonderful and vivid commentary.

Asked Ma Liming, the chief manager of the Sword Hall, and walked forward with everyone, and bowed down excitedly: "I've seen Jiang Lao!"

Jiang Xuenong hurriedly returned the salute, his vicissitudes of life swept over everyone, and soon saw a few familiar faces.

Liao Changhai, Ye Xiangbei, Yu Jinping, they were the same as him, tears flashed in the corners of their eyes, and their excitement was written on their faces.

Jiang Xuenong smiled and said: "Don't care about me, let the old man take a look with his own eyes, the son and the little boy, and the foundation you have created." ”

As he spoke, he walked into the gate of the Sword Hall on crutches.

The smooth streets, tall and neat buildings, layer by layer, met Jiang Xuenong's eyes, making the old man excited and shocked.

He never thought that Gongzi and Xiaogongzi's Wenjian Hall would have such a large scale.

On the outskirts of the workshop area, there are still some construction sites that are busy, all of which show the ambition and ambition of the little boy.

Look at the busy apprentices and craftsmen, high-spirited, confident, rigorous, and studious.

Looking at the workshops and swordsmiths in operation, although the tools are a little simple and primitive, they have a clear and smooth process, which makes Jiang Xuenong both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ask Jiantang, there is a vague shadow of Nanfeng's vein, and this shadow is being replaced by a completely new thing.

Jiang Xuenong had a hard time describing his feelings, and his mood was a little complicated, intertwined with surprise and loss.

Wenjiantang has been injected into the soul and fresh blood of the little boy, and an unprecedented transformation is taking place.

Maybe it won't be long before the traces left by the Feng Cheng Ye family on Wenjiantang will be completely erased, and there will be no trace left.

This is of course a good thing, the transformation of the Sword Hall means the transformation of the little boy, which is a process that any great swordsmith is destined to go through.

Jiang Xuenong's loss only stems from the reminiscence of the Nanfeng lineage in the past, but people always have to look forward.

Jiang Xuenong is also secretly glad that he is still here after all, and he can still witness this great transformation after all.

He, the former charcoal king of Nanfeng's lineage, finally has a place to use again.

He could even see that because of the charcoal and coke he refined, the casting process of Wenjiantang had been greatly improved.

That sharp sword will also be endowed with incomparable life and spirituality in the flame of his creation.

Jiang Xuenong's heart was agitated, looking at a wheelchair, driving towards him without hurry, his mood became more and more excited, tears came out of his eyes, flowing in the deep furrows on his face.

In the tears, the delicate white-haired boy in the wheelchair became clearer and clearer until it occupied his eyes.

The crutches fell to the ground, Jiang Xuenong trembled and bowed down, and said loudly: "Nanfeng Jiang Xuenong, I've seen the little boy!"

(End of chapter)