Fan Xian quietly looked at Yun Zhilan in front of him, and unexpectedly thought of the situation when he first saw this master of swordsmanship in the night palace in Kyoto many years ago. At that time, he was just a fledgling young man who had just stepped onto the stage of the Three Kingdoms Politics, and Yun Zhilan, the head disciple of the Sword Mansion, was already famous all over the world and was the real principal of the Dongyi City Mission.

Six years have passed, Fan Xian has become one of the top people in the world, and Yun Zhilan even wants to worship in front of him and show his allegiance.

Fan Xian didn't know what Sigu Jian had arranged before his death, how to convince Yun Zhilan, who was a diehard, but he could sense that Yun Zhilan's attitude was not too pretentious, he knew very well these strong men who were constantly seeking in martial arts, once they decided on something, it would be difficult to regret it.

But he heard Yun Zhilan's sentence very clearly, and heard the words twelve swords. Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him calmly and said, "Twelve swords...... If the sword heart of everyone is not there, how can I control these twelve swords?"

Without waiting for Yun Zhilan to reply, he had already stood up, solemnly helped the head of the Sword Mansion up, and said sincerely: "I know that the Yun family will never believe me because of the last words of the Sword Saint, and I don't need you to believe me, but if this is a deal, I need the strength of the Sword House, and the Sword House also needs my protection, but if you are not there, how can I hold these twelve swords tightly?"

Yun Zhilan didn't have a smile on his face, and said indifferently: "The family teacher naturally prepares a way to reassure Lord Xiao Fan. ”

After saying this, Yun Zhilan turned around and left, not giving Fan Xian the slightest opportunity to exchange feelings and win over Jian Xin.

Fan Xian stood in the room with a loss, thinking about what kind of affairs Sigu Jian had arranged for Yun Zhilan? However, after a moment's effort, he guessed that although Si Gu Jian wanted to make a big bet on himself, he always needed someone to check and balance himself, watch him, and supervise himself.

Yun Zhilan is the one who is outside the alliance of interests, with his prestige in the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Lu, if Fan Xian's actions are too damaging to the interests of Dongyi City, he gives an order, he is afraid that the twelve swords that Fan Xian has in name will only be left in the blink of an eye.

............ After Yun Zhilan, it was the second disciple of Jianlu who entered the room. Fan Xian looked at the middle-aged man quietly, and found that the other party's appearance was ordinary, and there was no trace of protrusion between his eyebrows and eyes, that is, the sword intent contained in his body was also deeply wrapped in the depths, wearing a slightly thick cotton robe, not like a powerful swordsman, but more like a butler-like figure.

After the senior brother came, it was the second senior brother, Fan Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, looked at the sword this time, and directly pushed himself to the fire, and the disciples of the sword house seemed to have accepted his will and took turns to report to him.

Fan Xian glanced at the small brown urn beside him with his spare eyes, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, a generation of sword saints turned into a jar of ash at hand.

His hand gently stroked the small urn, and it seemed that he could still feel the slight warmth of the ashes of the sword. With the movement of his fingers, the eyes of the second senior brother who was like a housekeeper also changed, but he immediately became calm, and with a wave of his hand, several disciples of the third generation of the Sword House carried a few boxes in.

Fan Xian raised his head and asked with a smile, "Could it be that this is the legacy of Lord Sword Saint?"

The second senior brother smiled and didn't say anything, until all the boxes were placed in Fan Xian's room, and then said softly: "Of course, my sword mansion's property will not be like this. This is just some industrial flow that can be used temporarily, and the master said that you need silver now, and I will bring it to you. There are also some accounts that I think you must be interested in, so you moved here on your own initiative. ”

Fan Xian was slightly surprised, and quietly looked at this housekeeper-like Sword House master, of course he would not despise this second senior brother, on the contrary, among the thirteen disciples of the Sword Mansion, he had always thought that this second senior brother was very noteworthy. Regardless of the infighting between Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, this second senior brother can always remain neutral without being implicated, and Sigu Jian has always let him stay outside the sword house, so he knows that this person has won the trust of Sigu Jian.

Fan Xian squinted at him and asked, "Thank you for your hard work, I don't know what these accounts are related to." ”

The second disciple of Jianlu said in a harmonious voice: "It has something to do with Taiping Qianzhuang." ”

When Fan Xian heard this, he could no longer sit on top of the low collapse, Huo Ran got up, stared at the second disciple for a long time without speaking, and finally couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly, and said in an admiring tone: "I didn't expect it, I don't think anyone would think of it...... It turned out that the owner of the biggest money bank in the world turned out to be a ...... A strong man hidden in the sword house. ”

Taiping Qian Zhuang, the world's first money bank! What a huge industry the Qing Guoming family was back then, but in some ways, it also depended on the support of the Taiping Money Village, since the existence of this money bank, it is the world's largest and most reputable money bank, there is no one, and in the past few decades, no other money bank can threaten its status.

Even a few years ago, Fan Xian and the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty secretly joined forces, and then used the old household officials sent by his father to take care of them, and gave birth to a deformed pet Merchants Bank, but in front of Taiping Qianzhuang, he still looked like a child who was not well developed.

Fan Xian, who holds the right to produce and sell the inner treasury and two smuggling channels, a Qinglou Alliance, and a very large money bank, is undoubtedly the richest person in the world.

But he knew that although he had a lot of silver in his hand, it was still not enough compared to Taiping Qianzhuang!

Because this Taiping Money Village is deeply rooted in mainland commerce, all the giant businessmen have a deep relationship with it, if the Taiping Money Village really exerts its strength, the silver that can be mobilized can reach a jaw-dropping level.

Fan Xian is not an ordinary powerful official, he has a commercial and social economy in his previous life, and he also deals with merchants in this life, so he knows more about the terrible strength of Taiping Money Village and the utility that this money bank can play than ordinary people.

In the past, he also asked the Supervision Yuan to investigate the secret of Taiping Qianzhuang, but every time he found a lot, the clues came to an abrupt end. Of course, this world's No. 1 money village, since it originated in Dongyi City, naturally has something to do with Jianlu, at least there must be Sigu Sword behind it, but Fan Xian never thought that the world's No. 1 Taiping Money Village is itself the industry of Jianlu!

And the owner of Taiping Qianzhuang is the second disciple of Jianlu!

Fan Xian looked at the owner of the Taiping Money Village in a daze, and his heart swelled with infinite complicated feelings, and at this time he knew how many chips he had suppressed and how much strength he had added to himself in this big gamble before Si Gu Jian died.

The twelve swords are terrifying, and the control of Dongyi City is terrifying, but what is really terrifying is that it is these boxes of accounts that are sent into the house at this time.

The accounts of Taiping Qianzhuang.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, looked at the second disciple of Jianlu and saluted in admiration, and asked in a harmonious voice, "I don't know Mr. Daming." ”

This kind of respect is not to respect the identity of the other party's Jianlu disciple, the realm of the Nine Rank Strong, but to respect the status of the other party's Taiping Qian Zhuang master, the most respectable thing in the world is of course strength, and the person who controls half of the world's silver money in his hands is undoubtedly the most respectable.

At least that's what Fan Xian thinks.

"Li Bohua. This second disciple of Jianlu, the owner of Taiping Qianzhuang, was not surprised by Fan Xian's attitude, and said gently: "I have been in charge of Taiping Qianzhuang for sixteen years. ”

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, not knowing what kind of attitude to use to talk to this person, according to the meaning of the Sigu Sword, this person should be used for his own use, but a big man with Taiping Qianzhuang, can he really use it for himself?

Immediately after that, he thought of something again, and his pupils gradually shrank - with the strength in his hands, Merchants Qianzhuang, coupled with Taiping Qianzhuang, which concealed the survival of countless merchants and ordinary people, such strength should be able to fight against something.

It's a bottom-up confrontation.

Li Bohua looked at Fan Xian's expression, knew what he was thinking, and said slowly: "Taiping Qianzhuang lends money to the world, but if the situation is difficult, I am afraid that those foreign loans will not be recovered." But ......"

But the book came out, and Fan Xian looked at him, waiting for his next sentence.

"The silver ticket flies all over the world, but the silver root is always in Dongyi City. Li Bohua did not hide in front of Fan Xian, "If Lord Xiao Fan can gather these forces together, he can indeed affect many things." If you want to make the world chaotic, it is not a difficult thing. ”

Only those who have strength have the confidence to speak, Fan Xian only learned today that among the thirteen disciples of the Sword Mansion, the most powerful person is not Yun Zhilan, who has the highest prestige, nor is he the thirteen lang with the most infinite prospects in the realm, but Li Bohua, who holds the most silver taels.

"It's a big gift. Fan Xian had calmed down from the previous shock, and said slowly: "If Dongyi City asks too much, I still can't do it, I must explain it in advance." ”

"This is already your property, sir. Li Bohua looked at him with a smile, unlike ordinary martial arts masters, this invisible oligarch in the mainland business world saw Fan Xian's caution at a glance, and said in a harmonious voice: "Master's last order does not require you to do anything, presumably you have already negotiated, I just carry it out." ”

Fan Xian's brows furrowed, and he laughed at himself: "I have been smashed once in my life by the golden basin that fell from the world, do I have to be smashed a second time today?"

"I don't know what you need silver for, but I have it. After Li Bohua was silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "Of course, as far as I am concerned, I would like to put forward a condition to you. ”

Fan Xian looked at him quietly, and said after a moment: "You have the qualifications and strength to put forward any conditions. ”

Li Bohua got up slowly and said: "Taiping Qianzhuang, it was the property of the city lord's mansion of Dongyi City before, and then it was the private property of Jianlu, I have been bothering in it for sixteen years, and the money village is getting bigger and bigger, but please remember the silver of Qianzhuang, not only the silver of Qianzhuang, but also the silver deposits of all the merchants in Dongyi City, and even the silver deposits of countless people in Nanqing in Northern Qi and Nanqing. ”

"It's nature. ”

"I mean, the Taiping Money, in fact, the money of the Dongyi people, is their silver root, their root. Li Bohua looked at him quietly, and said word by word: "You only have half of the blood of Dongyi people, I want to remind you that our return to Shun is only nominal Shun, we don't want to become Yanjing people, Jiangnan people, Weizhou people, we just want to be Dongyi people." ”

"Let's just say it. Fan Xian squinted at him.

"You can't garrison troops. Li Bohua frowned and said softly.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and he looked at him and said softly: "You are a smart person, of course you know, this is something that the Sword Saint has already approved, and I can't give in." ”

Then he frowned and said: "You also have to be considerate of me, to convince the tens of millions of people in Qingguo, I have done my best." ”

Li Bohua also laughed, the previous statement was just a means of negotiation, and he sincerely said his real request.

"If I have to garrison, I hope it's the Black Riders. Li Bohua looked at Fan Xian and said calmly: "Nothing else." ”

Fan Xian shook his head: "The total number of black horsemen is only a thousand, and His Majesty will not agree." ”

"That's the old genus of the Great Prince, and it's best for the Great Prince to come here in person. Li Bohua no longer gave in, and said: "Now that the vassal states have begun to move, and the people's hearts have begun to be chaotic, after the funeral, if the Qingjun enters strongly, I am afraid that it will cause a lot of backlash, and the situation is chaotic, how to solve this problem?"

"Could it be that the Black Cavalry or the original Western Expeditionary Army entered Dongyi City, and there would not be this problem?"

Li Bohua smiled and said: "The master of the black cavalry is you, and the master of the Western Army is His Royal Highness...... And all the people of Dongyi City know that you are the descendant of Miss Ye Family, and Your Highness is the son of Aunt Ning. ”

Fan Xian frowned slightly, not knowing what key effect this had on the stability of the situation in Dongyi City.

"It depends on people's hearts. Li Bohua said softly: "In the past 20 years or so in Dongyi City, there have been two most famous women, one is Lingtang, who has entered the rì to this day, and the merchants of Dongyi City still regard the old Ye family as the pride of Dongyi City, and the other is Aunt Ning, a poor female prisoner in Dongyi City, but finally became a foreign imperial concubine...... It may seem strange to you, but in fact, the people of Dongyi City never think that this is a humiliation, only that it is a rare honor. ”

Fan Xian was silent, and naturally thought that in the previous life, those Chinese girls who became Nordic princesses and became the wives of huge riches, it seems that people's feelings at that time were not contradictory, but some secretly happy, which has nothing to do with admiring foreign countries, probably just a kind of strange joy of Xuanguo flattering abroad.

"It's because the status of Miss Ye and Aunt Ning in the hearts of Dongyi City people has not changed. Li Bohua looked at him and said: "So you or the eldest prince, in the hearts of many merchants and people, in fact, you are half of the Dongyi people, if one of the two of you is stationed here, the people's feelings will be more convenient." ”

Fan Xian was silent for a long time and said: "What you said makes sense, and I can try to convince the emperor of these words, presumably His Majesty also wants a complete Dongyi City, not a city where the rebel army is everywhere and sheds blood." ”

"Thank you. After Li Bohua said this, he bowed deeply and prepared to retreat.

The specific matters of Dongyi Castle's vassals, such as whether to pay tribute every year or be directly incorporated into Kyoto's tax system, are still being discussed by officials at all levels. And above these affairs, of course, is the most important garrison matter, Li Bohua brought Taiping Qian Zhuang with him today, and abandoned the box and sprinkled away, but the burden on Fan Xian's shoulders was heavier.

"Please wait. Fan Xian suddenly opened his mouth to stay as a guest, at this time, there was no way to completely eliminate the shock in his heart, he really didn't understand, why Sigu Jian decided to gamble on himself before he died, and these disciples of Jianlu, without asking the details or the reason, moved out of Dongyi City's family in such a heroic and even reckless manner.

They don't know the past like Si Gu Jian, they know the indelible deep chasm between Fan Xian and the emperor, why should they believe Fan Xian.

"We just believe in the wisdom of the Master. Li Bohua looked at him and smiled and said, "I think you also know that Shizun has never been an idiot. ”

Fan Xian was silent, then laughed and said, "I think you have bet so many things, there must be some way to supervise me." ”

"Of course it won't be Yun Zhilan. Fan Xian squinted and thought about it, and said slowly: "The City Lord's Mansion is going to be re-established, Yun Zhilan is the best choice, he is outside the Sword Mansion, watching coldly, and will check and balance me from the general trend...... But where are your checks and balances on me personally? You should know that I am not a person who can be accused. ”

"We are not sure that we will be able to control Lord Xiaofan. Li Bohua said calmly: "So we just followed the master to make a big gamble in the world, of course, if Lord Xiao Fan betrayed his treachery and swallowed my Dongyi City into his stomach with his backhand, it would not surprise us, after all, you are a Qing person, the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, and the life and death of Dongyi City will not be so important in your heart." ”

"Now that you've thought of this, why do you dare to bet. ”

"We don't have any other power in Dongyi City, we just have money, and we have ...... Sword. Li Bohua smiled and walked out of the quiet room.

Then a sword walked into the ashram.

The tired Wang Shisanlang's face was pale, and after he looked at Fan Xian and was silent for a long time, he said in a very low voice: "From now on, I will follow you every day, if you are treacherous, I will kill you." ”

"Can you kill me?" Fan Xian sighed and shook his head.

Wang Shisanlang stared at him stubbornly and said, "If I read you wrong...... If you can't kill it, you have to kill it. ”