Zhao Baian was born in a merchant family, and his father was also a small businessman, and when it came to him, the business became more and more difficult. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Small businessmen need a stable social order, and in times of chaos, for them, it is like a peasant encountering a natural disaster and has no resistance.

Troubled times are times of bandits and thieves, and it is easier to obtain wealth by plundering than by doing business. Only with force can we protect ourselves, and if we have force, we will have wealth, and if we do the opposite, we will only become a fat sheep in the eyes of others.

The trade route between the Emerald Forest and the Five Elements Heaven has not yet been publicly recognized by the Presbyterian Church, which means that it is still a smuggling route.

The Chamber of Commerce naturally has nothing to fear, and behind each of them, there is the support of the family.

For a small businessman like Zhao Bo'an, this smuggling route is tantamount to dancing at the tip of a knife, and the slightest carelessness will fall into a situation from which there will be no return. Zhao Baian didn't dare to get involved before, but now business is getting more and more difficult. The trade of the Emerald Forest is basically monopolized by the Deep Sea Chamber of Commerce, and with Zhao Bai'an's thin family background, it will be completely bankrupt by next year.

Forced by the situation, Zhao Baian gritted his teeth, borrowed a lot of money from friends and relatives, gambled all his net worth, and purchased such a fleet of goods.

However, he did not expect how far the situation had deteriorated in the past two years.

With the promulgation of the Expansion Order, the Yuan Xiu of the Five Elements Heaven gathered in the wilderness, and there were scenes of ruin and depression along the way. The decrease in population and the transfer of the power of the Chamber of Commerce naturally also made the guard forces of various cities shift to the wilderness.

This directly leads to the rampant and rampant bandits and thieves, who have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, out of nowhere, everywhere.

The caravan of the Great Chamber of Commerce was heavily guarded, and the thieves did not dare to make a move, so they specially picked a small merchant like Zhao Bai'an.

Zhao Baian had to spend a lot of money and hire guards.

Although the strength of these guards is not very good, if it is a peaceful day, these people are not qualified to become caravan guards at all. But now is different from the past, Zhao Boan can only pinch his nose and admit it.

His luck was really bad and he encountered a grass root puppet that was more terrible than a thief. After a rush to kill, there were a few more corpses, and the rest of the people scattered in a hurry.

Zhao Baian was completely desperate, thinking that he would definitely die this time, but he didn't expect to meet the owner.

Yes, now he has been hired by Ai Hui to become a treasurer under Ai Hui.

Taking refuge was a helpless move when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, but later, Zhao Boan felt that his new family was very good. I heard that he borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends, and the owner generously gave him a sum of money and asked him to return the borrowed money first, saying that it was half a carload of money.

Based on this alone, Zhao Boan felt that he was all over the place, and he didn't have to say anything.

In the past two years, the world has not collapsed to the point where it is now. The remnants of the Council of Elders are still there, and Dai Zong has reached the top to stand on his own, but this year, especially in the past six months, the speed of the world's corruption is so fast, just like the collapse of the snow layer on the top of the mountain, causing the snow layer of the mountain peak to collapse completely, and the roaring snow-colored torrent is pouring down, and there is nothing to stop.

Righteousness has begun to be lost, and order has collapsed.

The strong overlook all beings, and the weak are as humble as ants. Bullying is happening every day, more and more. Bandits are everywhere, and no one cares.

Nowadays, only plundering goods without harming human lives can be called righteous thieves. The strong man takes half of the goods, and will give money?

People with a little ability all go to the wilderness.

Except for the central big cities like Yincheng, the Silver Mist Sea and Caiyun Township are like the remnants of blood that have been drained of blood. The eyes of the Presbyterian Church did not linger for a moment, allowing it to continue to decay and decay.

The smell of decay does not breed life, but only provokes vultures that love rotting flesh.

To be able to do this to the point of the owner, benevolence and righteousness.

Zhao Bai'an glanced at Qingfeng with some fear, he knew that this monster couldn't be provoked by himself. Hearing that the owner said that Qingfeng was a subordinate of the Dai Sect, he had no intention of revenge.

In the Emerald Forest, no one can disobey the will of the Dai Sect, he is the god of the Emerald Forest. Under the Dai Sect, that is also a figure in the clouds.

However, his owner didn't seem to be very afraid of Daizong, but thinking that the owner was not from Jade Forest, Zhao Baian was relieved.

His gaze fell on the owner who was cultivating.

Zhao Bai was relieved and admired, he had never seen a guy who cultivated harder than the owner. No, he felt that hard work could no longer describe the cultivation of the owner, it was crazy.

The owner seems to have an abnormal paranoia about strength, and cultivating it is like falling into a demon.

However, such an owner made Zhao Baian more at ease. In troubled times, nothing is more reassuring than force.

He stood quietly and solemnly, waiting for the end of the owner's cultivation.

Ai Hui's expression was extremely focused, the dragon spine sword in his hand was so fast that his eyes couldn't catch it, and in front of him, the flying grass tendons also turned into an afterimage, and the sharp whistling sound made people's scalp tingle.

Ding Ding Ding!

Every time the dragon spine sword and the grass tendon collided, a puff of sparks would burst out.

In a moment, Ai Hui was drenched with sweat, and a curling white mist rose up from his body, and he was unconscious, and the sword in his hand was extremely fast.

Opposite him, Qingfeng had mixed feelings in his heart.

This kid's sword move is a little faster than yesterday, although this trace is extremely weak, but Qingfeng is keenly aware of it.

He was always described as a monster before, Qingfeng felt that this was because those people had not seen this kid in front of him, and this kid was the real monster.

From the time he agreed to sparring, only an hour later, he was called up to start sparring.

Qingfeng, who was completely unprepared, looked confused, although everyone agreed to the transaction, why should they take a day off before starting?

An hour of cultivation had almost drained all of Qingfeng's physical strength, and his mind was blank after cultivating. Fortunately, in terms of supply, the owner did not treat him badly, and he ate a lot of materials before he recovered a little bit of energy.

After reminiscing about the breeze, I realized that sparring did not seem to be an easy errand.

But it was too late to say anything, and it was only two hours before he realized that he had underestimated the difficulty of the errand.

He was called up again to spar.

When he heard the boy's shout, his expression froze, and he almost thought that his ears had misheard. He clearly remembered that the kid was so tired that he collapsed on the ground like a dog just now, and when he turned his face blankly and saw Ai Hui who was alive and well, he thought that there was something wrong with his eyes.

After that, Qingfeng finally understood what a nightmare was.

Basically, the rest is as little as two hours, and at most four hours, and he is called to sparring, and the intensity is so high that it is absolutely perverted.

For three days in a row, Qingfeng finally couldn't bear it, and he was going crazy. When he was cultivating before, he had never been so crazy. He didn't understand, why was the other party so energetic, why was the other party so desperate?

Ai Hui's voice was like the voice of a devil in Qingfeng's ears.

What made him feel even more perverted was Ai Hui's speed of progress, he had never seen such a terrifying speed of progress. As a sparring partner, no one felt more clearly than him how terrible Ai Hui's progress was, and progress was measured in days.

Every day, the pressure on him is a little bigger.

His skill in using grass tendons increases every day. From five at the beginning, to six, to seven......

In the last battle, Ai Hui was able to resist the attack of the ten grass tendons, but he was very embarrassed, and his body was drawn by the grass tendons in several places. Qingfeng knew that even if he used ten grass tendons now, he would not be able to draw Ai Hui's body again.

Ai Hui's sword moves are becoming more and more concise, but his shots are getting faster and smoother.

Qingfeng was not stupid, he understood that Ai Hui wanted to sharpen and correct his swordsmanship in this way. This made Qing Feng very surprised, who would think of adjusting or changing himself at a young age like Ai Hui?

Obviously, Ai Hui is very young, but Qingfeng feels that he can't see through it at all.

"Stop!"

Ai Hui's shout brought Qingfeng back to his senses and quickly stopped.

Ai Hui sat on the ground, the sweat on his body pooled into a puddle under him in a moment, and his panting sound was as thick as a bellows. Qingfeng was also tired enough, lying on the ground without an image, he didn't even want to move a finger, no, not even a single grass tendon.

The heavy panting gradually subsided, and Ai Hui's empty eyes gradually regained focus.

He struggled to his feet, grasped the dragon sword, and began to operate his original [Sword Breath].

Hiss.

The sound of wisps of thin pumping sounded on the body of the sword, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, which made people's hearts a little hairy to hear. The nearby Jin Yuan Force gathered from all directions and quickly sank into the sword body of the Dragon Spine Sword.

The blood on Ai Hui's face quickly recovered, and his breathing began to become steady and slow, until it was silent.

Time passed quietly, and when Ai Hui reopened his eyes, his eyes were peaceful.

He moved his limbs, and with a slight wave, several sword lights flashed in the air, and he couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction. Qingfeng is indeed a good sparring partner, with enough grass tendons to bring a strong sense of oppression.

In order to block such a dense attack, Ai Hui had to constantly revise his shots and the way the Yuan Force in his body flowed. In the past, when the sword was moved, he groped it out by himself according to the ancient sword code. But I didn't think about whether there was room for modification in this way of sword movement.

Some details are constantly being corrected, how to be faster, how to be more accurate, how to be angled, etc., a large number of details are adjusted and optimized in the continuous training, which is why Qingfeng will feel that Ai Hui is improving every day.

Because Ai Hui is making progress every day, and even he feels this progress deeply.

Ai Hui, who has tasted the benefits, has expanded his thinking even more, can other aspects of swordsmanship also be improved in this way? This idea was kept in his heart, and after he finished sharpening his shot, he had to think about it.

Faster shots mean it's easier to get ahead in battle.

At a glance, Qingfeng was obviously tired, and he was still paralyzed on the ground, and the grass tendons were scattered all over the ground, which looked like a ravaged straw man.

Qingfeng's Yuan Force is replenished, not as fast as Ai Hui, and the sword breath is Ai Hui's exclusive secret technique, and it is also the foundation that supports his cultivation at such a high intensity. Although the sword-style breathing did not reach the efficiency expected by Ai Hui, the absorbed Yuan Force was unusually stable and peaceful.

When he saw Zhao Bo'an guarding the side, he took the initiative to walk over: "How is it?

After a few days of contact, Ai Hui felt that Zhao Bai'an's ability was still very good, so he told Zhao Bai'an his thoughts and asked him to inquire.

It seems that there is news. (To be continued.) )