Without evidence, it is useless to think too much, and it will only make you nervous and suspicious.

Feng Zhiping forced himself to stop speculating, handed the letter to Niu Chunhan and asked him to send it, and repeatedly told him to find a reliable person or mail, it is best to hand it over directly to me, there are a lot of very sensitive contents in the letter, and it will be very troublesome to leak it early.

Niu Chunhan took it solemnly, got up to leave, and when he went out, Feng Zhiping called him again.

"How many manpower do you need to recruit yourself, I believe in your vision and ability, you can find your trusted old subordinates or friends on the rivers and lakes, if you need to transfer the people of the family army, you will go to Uncle Chen, and if you need money, go directly to the big account room to find Mr. Zhang, and when Xiao Tao comes over later, I will ask her to send a message to Mr. Zhang, and you don't need to ask me for calls below one thousand taels in the future." ”

Niu Chunhan's expression was shocked, he didn't expect the third young master to trust him so much, and he handed over all the recruiting manpower to himself, not to mention, and gave himself a large amount of money for free scheduling.

One thousand taels of silver is not a small amount, the Tianyuan currency system, one tael of silver is equal to consistent money, that is, a thousand copper coins, three hundred can make the ordinary people of a family of four support their families, and the monthly consumption of a well-off family is about one tael, usually not more than three taels, one thousand taels, that is a huge amount of money that many people can not earn in several lifetimes.

As the elite of Tianyuan, the Feng family's army has always been much more generous than other families, but he, an elite with old qualifications, only gets five taels or eight yuan every month, which is more than enough to support his family, but if you count cultivation and the purchase of blades, it will be a drop in the bucket.

Thanks to the backer of the Feng Family Army, he can cultivate with peace of mind, and he doesn't have to divide most of his energy on running around to collect money, and the handleless short blade in his sleeve is what he used his past military exploits and a large amount of savings accumulated over the years after breaking through the innate realm. If it is placed outside, that small short blade can definitely be fried for nearly a thousand taels, and even if he can afford it, the whole family will have to tighten their belts and struggle to survive.

This is the reason why the good hands are almost all attached to the imperial court and various sects, and it is rare to see masters in the loose cultivation of no sect and no sect, and it is not only the talent and exercises that hinder the progress of the martial artists, but also the important reason, and even surpass the first two at many levels.

It's cheesy, and it's sad.

So when he heard that Feng Zhiping casually took out a thousand taels for his own dispatch, Rao is Niu Chunhan's concentration couldn't help but beat faster.

A thousand taels of snowflake silver can do a lot of things, such as changing a better and more handy blade, such as buying a fairly good medium-sized house in a prosperous place such as Quanzhou City, for example, you can go to the countryside to buy a large piece of land for the local owner's old wealth, and in some places, you can even buy a small hill, and then go to the state capital yamen to donate a small official of eight or nine products to do...

There are too many things that a thousand taels can do, and if he works to the congenital, he can't stop the illusion of white flowers in front of him.

Until Feng Zhiping coughed.

"I said, you won't be greedy for ink, right? You're also a master of the spiritual consciousness stage, can we save some face for the innate master and maintain a sense of majesty and mystery?"

Niu Chunhan woke up with a stirring spirit, wiped his cold sweat unabashedly, and said with a wry smile: "Young Master, it's too much..."

Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes: "Look at your virtue! One thousand taels is more, and if you turn over one hundred and two million taels in the future, you must not be crazy!"

Niu Chunhan smiled more bitterly, bowed down awkwardly and said, "The young master said that he was laughing." ”

"Who told you that you were joking, look at me!" Feng Zhiping cocked his thumb and pointed at himself, "How much is the reward offered by the old man, you know, sitting in front of you is a pile of silver, no, it is a mountain of silver! Take a good look at this mountain of Young Master Ben, think about how much I am worth, how is it, is the mood much better?"

Niu Chunhan was speechless and nodded silently.

"Isn't this enough!" Feng Zhiping shook his head and said, "You, you've been bored at home for a long time, you should go out for a walk." When the Lost Dragon Mountain was opened, Young Master Ben went with someone to go on a trip, and when he came out, which one didn't make a lot of money? My team earned the most, and the money and things in hand added up to 1,800 taels, and my share of the money was exchanged for 3,000 taels, and there was a prefecture-level low-grade sword inside, am I excited?"

Niu Chunhan couldn't help but raise his eyes and asked strangely, "You're not excited?"

"Uh..."

Feng Zhiping was stunned and slapped the table heavily: "This is not the point! The point is that I am excited and excited, but my normal heart is still there, no matter how much money I have, it is something outside my body, and I can't lose my heart! Old Niu, you are a congenital, and you are dumbfounded with only a thousand taels of silver, how can you let me believe you in the future? Who will add another thousand taels to buy you?"

Niu Chunhan was half frightened to death, and immediately knelt down and said loudly: "No, absolutely not, the loyalty of his subordinates can be learned!"

"Okay, okay, don't be in a hurry to show loyalty, let's take a look at the long way. It's not the purpose to say that you are today, the important thing is to wake you up and let you broaden your horizons, it's not that I brag to you, young master, when I played with Cangshan, there were no less than a hundred human-level treasure blades, did you have to feel distressed to death at that time? Remember that you are a congenital, and now you are with me, in the future, you should focus on cultivation and running errands, don't keep thinking about money, money, money, vulgarity? I will be cold for you!"

Niu Chunhan doesn't believe it when he breaks more than a hundred treasure blades, no matter how big the Cangshan family is, it is impossible for the young master to toss it like this, not to mention that the treasure blade is much tougher than that of ordinary soldiers, even if the young master wants to break one during the spiritual knowledge period, it is not so easy, it must be bragging.

However, Feng Zhiping's words scolded him in his heart, making him ashamed.

The young master is right, he is different now, he is no longer the big-headed soldier who has worked hard, he is now a congenital master, and he is the second largest backer of the Sword Marquis Mansion, how can he be lost for just a thousand taels of silver?

Niu Chunhan kowtowed for a long time, and when Feng Zhiping waved his hand impatiently to let him leave, he just turned around and heard Feng Zhiping say indifferently: "You can use the silver if you use it, but don't buy weapons, the cheap ones outside are garbage and good goods are expensive, and that money can't be bought, I'll go to my father's place in a few days to see if I can give you a good look, what weapons are you used to?"

Niu Chun was overjoyed, turned around and said respectfully: "Back to the young master, swords are fine, if you can, it is best to ask for a pair of short knives or daggers for the villain, it is inconvenient to bring large items in the city, and it is not easy to hide." ”

Yes, I really worked as a spy, this is an occupational disease.

Niu Chunhan saw Feng Zhiping nodding and agreeing, and was about to leave after kneeling and thanking him, but Feng Zhiping said again: "In the past few days, you have been walking around the city to see if there is a courtyard in the photo, and you have received the money to buy it down, and you have taken over your family, and I can't bear to let you separate." ”

"Young Master Xie!" Niu Chunhan simply responded, knowing in his heart that this was both a reward and a threat, if he had different intentions, none of the family would survive.

Feng Zhiping groaned slightly, and said a little vaguely: "When you go around the city, pay attention to whether there is a foreign woman in red clothes, red guns and red horses, if there is any, don't alarm her, come to me first, remember not to let others know!"

Alien woman?

It can't be your little lover, right?

Niu Chunhan secretly looked at Feng Zhiping's expression, and when he saw Feng Zhiping glaring at him viciously, he hurriedly left, and secretly muttered in his heart how much debt the young master still had outside.

The ancestral hall fell silent, Feng Zhiping's serious face also drooped, rubbing his chin and muttering, "She shouldn't come, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of why, so I grabbed my head irritably with both hands and didn't think much about it, took out the scroll that was placed under the tea table, and read it on my cheeks.

The scroll was found on the altar, and at first glance it was left by his father, which not only recorded the mental and swordsmanship of the spiritual consciousness period, but also added a large number of annotations, extensions, and some imperfect ideas and concepts. Qishu.com

I didn't finish reading the first page of Feng Zhiping to know what this was, this is not an ordinary cheats, but my father's practice notes, the most valuable thing in it is not the exercises and swordsmanship, but the additional, there are some annotations and drawings that are simply the same as ghost paintings, that is Feng Moxiu's most fundamental and primitive martial arts thoughts, because some are difficult to express in words, so they will be replaced by lines, ink dots, etc., for understanding.

This is a priceless treasure, you can't buy it with real money, Feng Moxiu's handwriting has never been seen by others, including his mother, but now he has given it to himself, Feng Zhiping can't express his feelings, every time he reads it, his nose is sour, his eyes are hot, and his heart is hot.

These days are locked in the ancestral hall, he spends almost all of his time studying this volume every day except listening to Niu Chunhan's report, and cultivation replaces the time of sleeping, although cultivation is not as good as sleeping to nourish the spirits, but the effect of relieving fatigue is still okay, at least so far he can hold on.

The reason why he fought so hard was not that he had too much urgency, but that the content of this volume of notes was too much and too obscure.

Feng Moxiu put his handwriting here, naturally not as long as he learned those combed exercises and swordsmanship, he himself didn't have much interest.

Those sword moves are all extensions and adjustments of the previous sword moves, and there is more use of the innate power of spiritual consciousness, in general, there is not much difference, he basically understands it after reading it twice, and the mental method is even more useless, although the spiritual consciousness period mental method adjusted and improved by Feng Mo Xiu is quite excellent in the transformation and accumulation speed of the yuan force, and it can even be said to be outstanding, but it is still slow compared with the sword species, which can squeeze the spiritual power of the treasure blade, and according to his standards, he can't count on it if he wants to "advance by leaps and bounds", and he has to rely on the sword species.

He was most interested in the most valuable annotations, which were his father's thoughts and inspirations, and although they were hard to read, he never tired of them, and his heart was completely immersed in the dense collection of small characters and ghost drawings.

Turning to the bookmarked page, Feng Zhiping read all the words as usual, and after reminiscing twice, he plunged into a pile of chaotic lines in the corner, his eyes hooked for a long time without blinking, and he stared at it for two hours.

There was movement outside the window, it was a sparrow that landed on the windowsill to rest, curiously turned back to look at the "statue" inside, pecked the glass window twice, saw that the "statue" moved, and immediately flew away.

Feng Zhiping glanced out of the window with empty eyes, and then looked up at the beam without focus, and after a long time, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his godless eyes burst into essence.

"I see, I see! This is not 'dividing the water', nor is it the three looks back in 'Gu Pan', the old man is kneading the two moves into one move, and slashing himself in front of and behind him at the same time! This move cannot be made out of the Heavenly Realm, and it is necessary to rely on the spiritual sense to urge the innate power to enhance the destructive power of Jian Gang, but no matter how strong Jian Gang is, he has to split it, and Jian Gang will not turn around! Damn, how can a sword be slashed in front of and behind him at the same time, and time stands still?!"

Grabbed the brush and tried to practice, but the residual ink was thrown everywhere, and the arms were almost twisted and could not slash the two completely opposite directions at the same time.

Throwing the pen away, Feng Zhiping grabbed the notebook and studied it again, muttering: "Look at the logo, this trick should be created by the old man, there must be a way to use it, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... Damn, what the hell is that!"

He grabbed a pen from the pen holder and stood up, and continued to practice according to the sword path he had thought, this time throwing the pen away with only two swings, and walking around irritably with his hands behind his back.

After all, the pen is not a sword, the length and feel are completely different from the real sword, and it is likely that this is the reason why the drill is not successful, but the villa sword in the ancestral hall does not even have a bladed thing, what can I do?

Ask the old man?

Feng Zhiping sighed heavily, looking helpless, he was going to pass the next day after he came in, but the old man didn't give it, saying that he would honestly "punish and kneel", and would not give him a chance to harm himself and beg for pity, hearing this, he almost died on the spot with every mouthful of blood.

Maybe Feng Moxiu was worried that he would expose the fact that he had cultivated too early by making a big move, but he still felt that the communiqué had a little more of a personal vendetta, and the old man's face was really not good-looking when he parted that night.

What if you don't have a sword?

Let Niu Chunhan secretly take a handful?

Forget it, don't make trouble, let the old man know how much anger he may have, or let the old cow do his errand with peace of mind.

Looking around the room irritably, his eyes flashed when he swept over the candlesticks on the floor, and his eyes fell back again, and the more he looked, the brighter his eyes became, and he suddenly laughed.

"If you don't give the sword, I will make it myself, and the living can still suffocate urine?

A few steps rushed to the candlestick, waved his hand to sweep away the white candle on it, and picked it up.

"The weight is okay, it should be okay to cut the head and tail into the length of the sword, anyway, I only need an approximate length and weight, but it's too thick, it's not easy to hold, and it's curved, like a knife more than like a sword. Damn, who designed it, can't you make a straight up and straight down shape?

The nagging squatted on the spot, gesturing with both hands on the lamp, and the chief manager made a relatively straight section.

"Well, that's it, cut it out first and use it alive, if you want to wait for Niu Chunhan to come tomorrow and ask him to borrow a knife, his knife will definitely be no problem cutting ordinary copper." ”

made up his mind, lifted the palm knife and silently used Yuan Li, and when Yuan Li was covered with the edge of his palm and wanted to vomit but did not vomit, his eyes were sharp, and he slashed down violently.

Boom!

Airplanes~~~

"it!"

Feng Zhiping screamed, hugged his palms and gasped for cold air, looking at the humming lampstand in disbelief.

With his cultivation, even the iron should have broken if this palm went down, but the copper-yellow lampstand was unscathed, and the long-lasting humming sound seemed to be mocking his inadequacy.

"Impossible!"

Feng Zhiping didn't believe in evil, rubbed his palms and waited for the pain to subside, and then lifted the palm knife, hesitated when he was about to split, moved slightly to find a thinner place as a target, and gritted his teeth and slashed it fiercely.

Boom!

Airplanes~~~~~

"Ahh!!h

Feng Zhiping broke out in a cold sweat, the three fingers of his right hand and most of the palm were unconscious, only the pain in his heart, and he didn't know if the metacarpal bone was cracked.

The lampstand was still the same, and the humming sound stopped for a long time, lying there quietly reflecting the sunlight coming in through the window, bright and dazzling.