Looking at that piece of scorched earth, Han Feng was stunned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems that the burning of Ruan Fatzi's house should have been a matter of the past two days. So much so that Han Feng could still smell the scorching smell, and even feel the steaming heat coming from under this scorched earth.

Oh my God, what's going on!

Han Feng was shocked, and even Bai Tong, who had always been calm, was shocked and was silent for a long time.

When Wu Wu saw Han Feng's expression, he seemed to have expected this, so he said, "They salt merchants, they don't know who they have offended. Ha ha. After speaking, he whipped his backhand on his treasure horse's buttocks, urging, "Boss, hurry up!"

Han Feng slapped Jiuzhuo slightly, letting Jiuzhuo follow Wu Wu and walk forward, but he himself was still immersed in this inexplicable surprise.

Vaguely, he understood what Wu Wu was referring to, but he felt that it was too unbelievable, and he never dared to believe it.

He remembered that before leaving the Windy City Flower Capital, Ye Si said to himself: "Whether you succeed or not, I know the matter of Ruan Fatzi." At that time, he wishfully thought that when he came back, Ye Si would find out a few innocuous illicit salt dealers under his hands as substitutes for the dead ghosts, He had ever thought that what he said about "knowing in his heart" was actually going to deal with Ruan Fatzi.

Looking at it this way, I am afraid that not only Ruan Fatzi's family is unlucky, but even Boss Lin, Boss Fang, and Boss Hu who were on the boat that day will most likely not be able to escape this catastrophe. These people are the official salt merchants of the Huadu of Windy City, what does Ye Si mean by dealing with them so unscrupulously......

Although Han Feng knew that Ye Si was not a good man and a woman, when he saw the tragic situation of Ruan Fatzi's house at this moment, thinking of Ruan Fatzi's seventy-year-old mother, he still felt very unbearable in his heart. But then again, he should have thought that Ye Si would do this. Even if those of his subordinates are irrelevant, they are also his subordinates, if they are sold by him, what will the other subordinates think? Not to mention that Ruan Fatzi and a few people are eliminated, it is equivalent to taking a salary from the bottom of the kettle and never suffering in the future, and even the possibility that Han Feng will be calculated by Ruan Fatzi in the future is also dispelled.

I have to say that Ye Si's hand is really beautiful, but it is also very vicious.

And what made Han Feng secretly shocked in his heart was that the official salt merchants were all registered in the imperial court, and now they were all unlucky for no reason, and they would definitely alarm the great Situ of the imperial capital. The people of the imperial capital are not stupid, where can they not understand that it is King Yue who is making trouble behind this, according to this view, King Yue's objection has already been decided!

He was thinking about things, and before he knew it, he had reached his destination. Before the two of them dismounted, some of the little servants greeted them with smiling faces: "Master Wu, you are here......!

Wu Wudao: "You just shout 'Han Ye'." ”

Han Feng cleaned up his mood, nodded and smiled at a few overly enthusiastic little guys, and then looked up at the weapon shop.

The plaque of the shop is made of ebony, and the four big gold characters are so bright that people are almost shaken and can't open their eyes: "The name of steel".

The name of this store is completely different from the ordinary store name, Han Feng looked at it with appreciation, and saw a murderous aura coming out of the door, knowing that there was indeed a strange treasure hidden in the store, and he was even more happy.

Wu Wudao: "Boss, go." Let's go to the backyard, and I'll tell them to bring the best blades. ”

Han Feng naturally wouldn't be polite to him at this time, so he followed him and walked to the backyard.

The backyard of this weapons shop is elegantly furnished, and there is no murderous feeling in the front shop. Wu Wu took Han Feng to the largest room in the backyard, and after sitting down, he asked someone to make tea, and then said, "Boss, since you are used to using short swords on weekdays, I will also ask them to show you the same size." ”

After that, he called a shopkeeper-like figure in the shop and whispered a few words in his ear. In a few moments, the shopkeeper came with two men carrying a large ebony plate. The ebony plate was covered with a layer of gold velvet, and four short swords were neatly placed on the flannel.

Han Feng was originally an expert in identifying iron materials, and after just a glance, he could see that these four swords were all rare treasures, and any one of them was on par with the cold iron sword, or even surpassed.

Especially the second sword in the left hand is as bright as autumn water, the cold is pressing, and it is even more faintly red. He took the sword and flicked it on the body, but he heard the sound as clear as the sound of a mountain stream.

This sword body is made of cold iron and purple gold mixed together.

Han Feng had a number in his heart, and then compared the other swords one by one, making sure that they were all made of the best cold iron. There are three kinds of the best iron in the world, the first is dark iron, the second is purple gold, and the third is cold iron. Xuantie is a royal object, and he doesn't have such arrogant expectations at this time, while Zijin is used by princes and nobles, but if a rich person has the means, he can also use it to support himself. Moreover, Zijin can neutralize the brittle and fragile defects of cold iron, and this short sword mixed with cold iron and purple gold is absolutely enough for me now.

"Fifth brother, I want this. ”

Han Feng picked up the second sword and shook it, and the shopkeeper next to him immediately praised: "Han Ye is really good eyesight!"

Although Wu Wu was distressed, he had to smile at this moment: "Okay! Haha, I didn't expect that your eyesight for picking a sword is as sharp as picking a horse." ”

Han Feng said: "It's just that the eyes are closed, how can there be any eyesight." I don't know what the name of this sword is?"

Wu Wu glanced at the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper said: "This sword is bloody, and everyone calls it 'blood drinking' on weekdays, but this name ...... Hehe, it doesn't seem to be a good match with Han Ye. ”

Han Feng smiled: "It's red because there is purple gold." But the name 'blood drinking' really doesn't lend itself to it. ”

Wu Wudao: "In that case, it's better for the old man to choose a name for it himself." ”

Han Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Red Rainbow'." ”

Wu Wu stroked his palms and smiled: "Okay." The Red Rainbow Sword is indeed less evil than "drinking blood", and it is more atmospheric. ”

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Coming out of the "name of steel", Wu Wu took him to the mansion that Jiang Xing helped him buy for him. The house was much better than the place Ruan Fatzi gave him before, and the family had all kinds of slaves.

The house is not far from the foot of Dingkun Mountain, and almost as soon as you look up, you can see the palace of King Yue under the cover of trees halfway up the mountainside. And not far from Dingkun Mountain, so naturally it is also very close to Ye Si's horse farm, Han Feng secretly thought that the people of Jiang Xing's gang were thoughtful, but he was afraid that he had already made plans to go to the horse farm to help train the horses after he came back.

Yizhanghei had already been sent back, and was eating grass in the stable behind the house. Han Feng settled Jiuzhuo, sent Wu Wu away, and ordered his family to close the door, only then did he feel at ease in his heart.

According to his habits, the red rainbow sword was still inserted into the sheath of the shark skin in the sleeve tube, and he walked back and forth in the courtyard a few times, looking at the blue sky above his head, and suddenly felt that from today on, he was the only one who really had a firm foothold in the Windy City Flower Capital.

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