Ye Changsheng woke up, and he was already three poles in the morning.

Soreness, dizziness and swelling are the after-effects of a great war.

However, there is also a benefit, the vitality in his body is no longer running around like before, but surging regularly.

Changsheng had a hunch that he was only as thin as a layer of paper when he broke through to the peak realm of the Dragon and Tiger and advanced to the Open Pulse Realm.

Of course, no matter how thin the paper is, it is also a barrier, and whether it can be pierced depends on the opportunity.

The space of his soul sea has also increased a bit, and it is about to reach six feet.

Originally, he wanted to eat a soul pill in the Demon Ring, but he gave up after thinking about it.

The weakness after the war was not a grind for him, and besides, he was kidnapped yesterday, so he should have been weak.

Medicated baths, meals, and family affairs, and went to the Wenjian Pavilion that opened not long ago.

Go out from the back door of Yefu, pass through the alley, and the store on the left side of the street is Wenjian Pavilion.

The store is not large, seventy or eighty square meters, except for more than a dozen high-quality weapons, other weapons are ordinary goods.

The shopkeeper Feng Laokun saw the arrival of the young hall master, and hurriedly came out with his subordinates to greet him.

Feng Laokun was originally the chief financial manager of the Sword Casting Hall and one of the most loyal old men of the Ye family, so he was entrusted by Ye Changsheng with an important task and served as the chief treasurer of the Sword Pavilion.

It's rare that he can keep the store in order in just a few days.

In a private room, after Feng Laokun finished reporting, Ye Changsheng nodded and said, "Old Feng, you can start preparing now to open a branch in the county town." ”

"Really?!" Feng Laokun was overjoyed.

"Of course, this is just the beginning. Changsheng said seriously.

Ask the sword world, and naturally open the sword pavilion all over the world.

According to Changsheng's vision, these stores mainly sell some best-selling long swords and display some fine products.

As for those high-end buyers, please come to Sanshui Town to place an order in person.

A seeker who can cross thousands of mountains and rivers in order to attain the Tao will not regret even if he dies.

A sword seeker, for the sake of a weapon in hand, ran a few more steps to aggrieved?

Not aggrieved.

Ask the Sword Pavilion to have the confidence that they will not be wronged.

Feng Laokun's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, which shopkeeper doesn't want the business under his hands to get bigger and bigger?

Ye Changsheng was also very excited, everything was as he expected, the Ye family changed from the previous conservative and embarked on the road of expansion.

The reputation of the Sword Pavilion has risen, the Sword Casting Hall is worry-free for the time being, and the fleet and docks that Ye Xiangdong took over are also going well.

But this is far from enough, if the Hong family can't get past this hurdle, the so-called sword world is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

While the two were discussing, Ye Xiangnan suddenly walked in and said in a deep voice: "Childe, something has happened to the Sword Casting Hall!"

In the Sword Casting Hall, outside the No. 5 Sword Casting Hall, the two groups of people formed a confrontation.

Ye Xiangbei and more than a dozen sword-casting hall warriors, wearing black half-body leather armor and holding the hilt of the sword, guarded the steps of the sword-casting room.

At the foot of the steps, more than thirty officers and soldiers of the Governor's Palace, wearing red leather armor and helmets, looked at the people on the steps with disdain.

Behind the officers and soldiers, a middle-aged general with a good figure stood with his sword in his hand, under the helmet, a pair of triangular eyes flashed with cold light, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

"The young hall master has arrived!" In the tense confrontation, Ye Changsheng drove slowly in a wheelchair.

Ye Xiangbei breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "Young Hall Master, my subordinates were ordered to impose martial law on the periphery, but Lord Zhang insisted on searching the sword-casting room!"

Elder Lu stepped forward and whispered, "Young Hall Master, the people of the Governor's Mansion have seized several blast furnaces and workshops, and also ordered us to stop work. ”

Ye Changsheng remained silent, bowed his head to the triangular-eyed general and said, "Grass people Changsheng, I've seen Master Zhang!"

Zhang Wanli squinted, looked Ye Changsheng up and down, and said leisurely: "You are Ye Changsheng, the official still thinks you have three heads and six arms!"

Ye Changsheng said respectfully: "Lord Zhang has sealed all parts of the Sword Casting Hall, what does this mean?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wanli snorted coldly, "Ye Changsheng, you started work without permission and disrupted the investigation, can't this official investigate it?"

Ye Changsheng said respectfully again: "Lord Zhang, it doesn't matter if anything else, but tonight, the No. 5 Sword Casting Room is going to cast a very important sword, in order to protect the privacy of the patrons, I hope that the Lord will withdraw your people." ”

Zhang Wanli's face sank, and he scolded sharply: "Ye Changsheng, this official has allowed you for many days, don't be embarrassed, let your people retreat immediately!"

After saying that, he looked at the gloomy faces of Ye Changsheng and the people in the Sword Casting Hall, and there was a mocking look on his face.

Kid, don't you understand this, someone doesn't want you to get started.

With this time, let's think more about how to compensate for those orders that cannot be completed!

Zhang Wanli was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with an order, more than 30 officers and soldiers drew their swords at the same time and rushed towards the steps with murderous energy.

"Stop!"

A voice came from behind Ye Changsheng's voice, and the treasurer of the county guard's mansion, Chai An, strode forward with a gloomy face.

Zhang Wanli saw that it was Chai An, and smiled disdainfully: "Chai An, why are you here?"

Chai An hugged his fists and saluted: "Lord Zhang, the Military Construction Bureau of the County Shoufu entrusted the Ye family to cast a batch of weapons, and the lower officials are here to inspect the progress." ”

As he spoke, Chai An stepped forward and handed the official document to Zhang Wanli.

Lu Wanfang and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this official document was simply timely rain, and it would be justified to cast the sword in the Sword Casting Hall in the future.

Otherwise, every time you forge a sword, you can't have something to do with the envoy, right?

Zhang Wanli glanced at it a few times, threw the official document to Chai An, and said coldly: "This official will not interfere in local affairs, but today's search of the sword casting room is actually to handle the case, does the treasurer still want to stop it?"

Chai Anxin was extremely angry but helpless, unable to advance or retreat for a while, and stood in place in embarrassment.

At the back of the crowd, two old men suddenly stepped forward, and one of them said solemnly: "Lord Zhang, is it that every time Ye Changsheng casts a sword, you have to search it?"

Zhang Wanli glanced at the two old guys, only said that they were local magnates, and said proudly: "Of course, everything is up to the official!"

Ye Changsheng and Chai An smiled at the same time, bowed and saluted: "I've seen the envoy, I've seen Uncle Long!"

Lu Wanfang and the others were stunned for a moment, and then they were so excited that they knelt on the ground one after another, and said loudly: "I have seen the envoy!"

What, Envoy?

The envoy from the royal family?!

The smile on Zhang Wanli's face stiffened, and with a brush, cold sweat soaked his clothes.

He ran forward in a panic, fell to his knees on the ground, and stammered: "Subordinate Zhang Wanli, I have seen, I have seen the envoy!"

The envoy's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, ignoring Zhang Wanli.

Uncle Long on the side smiled at Changsheng: "Changsheng, the envoy is going back to Beijing today, so come and see, you have to be careful!"

Changsheng hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, Uncle Long, Changsheng is already testing the materials, and I guarantee that nothing will go wrong!"

The envoy nodded with satisfaction, and asked gently, "Ye Changsheng, the materials for testing, but in this sword-forging room?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wanli suddenly remembered Ye Changsheng's previous warning, and his scalp suddenly became numb, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

If the sword ordered by the envoy was supplied to the court, wouldn't he be accused of spying on the privacy of the palace?

That's going to kill your head!

His heart was full of fear, Zhang Wanli secretly raised his head and looked at Ye Changsheng with pleading eyes.