A dazzling white light enveloped the golden sword on the table. Immediately afterwards, an explosion came and white smoke rolled.

Xiao Jinyan lay straight on the ground.

After a long time, he got up and looked at the table again. There were only three of the seven small swords left. Zhao Langjiang asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jinyan looked at Mr. Hai and saw that his hair was like a bird's nest, his face was blackened by thick smoke, and his white beard turned black and white, looking very embarrassed.

Xiao Jinyan said, "He has come to me."

Mr. Hai smiled, "Sorry, the white phosphorus has been added too much, and the proportion has not been controlled."

"Where is my sword, why are there only three left?"

Mr. Hai said, "This is your seven small swords."

"Do you bully me and don't know how to count?"

Mr. Hai smiled, raised his head proudly, and said, "Don't underestimate these three swords. After my magic strengthens, the seven swords have been combined into three, and are no longer mortal swords. Don't worry, even if Wang Banxian comes in person, he will be amazed at my masterpiece!"

Zhao Langjiang said, "Don't say anything mysterious, just say what the use of these three swords are."

Mr. Hai said, "You can subdue demons, eliminate demons, shake mountains, and overturn seas!" He paused and said, "More importantly, if you encounter an opponent with a higher level than you, these three swords can be lost at critical moments."

"What?"

"Oh, no, I can help you!" Mr. Hai said, "Did you hear the thunder in the daytime? The thunder in the daytime, what does this mean?"

"I have no idea."

"It means there are monsters here, but don't worry. With the blessing of these three swords, let alone monsters, even if the demon king comes again, he will not be able to do anything to you. Okay, you can go. I will live in the Guandi Temple at the head of the city. If you have any trouble, you can find me at any time."

Xiao Jinyan looked calm, "Do you think the three of us are fools? Return my sword to me quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for hitting the elderly."

Mr. Hai insisted that these three swords were the seven before, and he said a mysterious and mysterious truth, and finally said, "Do you think I want to help you, but Li Chuntie spent a lot of money to beg me to come."

Xiao Jinyan was skeptical, "Do you know my senior brother?"

Mr. Hai deliberately showed a panic look and changed his mouth, "What Li Chuntie, I just said it, I don't know him."

Xiao Jinyan thought to himself that this fortune teller spoke singly, Wang Banxian and Li Chuntie were probably also masters in the world, so I believe him for the time being.

He took back the three swords, thanked him, and left with Zhao Langjiang and Li Qingcheng.

After the three of them walked away and disappeared on the street, Mr. Hai breathed a sigh of relief. He took out four small swords from his arms, looked at them carefully, and then put them back. "Fortunately, I'm quick and almost broke the problem."

He collected the divination stall and returned to Guandi Temple.

The thunder just now almost destroyed the main hall of Guandi Temple. There were many people watching the fun gathered around him. He ignored it and walked up to the bell tower.

Inside the bell tower, a young man stared at a calligraphy and painting. This painting was the picture of the fish leaping thunder pool given to Leijiazhuang by Zhao Langjiang, but for some reason it appeared here.

The young man looked very serious. When he saw Mr. Hai, he respectfully said, "Master, you are back."

Mr. Hai nodded, "Why did you make such a big noise?"

The young man said, "The people from the Ghost King Sect are looking for people everywhere, and the painting of the master's uncle can no longer trap her."

Mr. Hai said: "The painting of senior brother has trapped her in the city for ten years. If it were you, you would never be willing to do so. As long as the painting is still there, let alone the Ghost King Sect, even the Eight Demon Sects, you can't take her out of the Sword Sect. But it's important. In any case, you must not let her fall into the hands of the Ghost King Sect."

"knew."

Mr. Hai took out four golden swords from his arms and threw them to the young man, "I have spent a lot of money recently. You can take them first. If it is not enough, I will find a way."

The young man's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Master, where did you get so much gold?"

Mr. Hai smiled and said, "I've cheated."

He stood on the bell tower, looked at the Guandi Temple that collapsed under his feet, looked at Jianmen Pass again, sighed, "Wang Banxian, Wang Banxian, you killed my senior brother and threw the problem to me again. This is my sincerity to not let our Langya Pavilion be better."

The young man said, "Then do you agree to him?"

Mr. Hai shook his head, "This is a last resort. I have seen Xiao Jinyan. This kid is so terrible. His martial arts skills are far inferior to your eleventh eleven. I really don't understand why Li Chuntie and Wang Banxian pressed the treasure on this kid."

The young man said, "Maybe Dean Li and the others have other considerations."

"I hope so."

...

Leijiazhuang in the east of the city and Yujiabao in the west of the city are the two largest families in Jianmen today. Ten years ago, Yujiabao was just an inconspicuous family here, with a total of fifteen or sixteen households, and barely making a living by dozens of acres of thin fields in the west of the city.

Ten years ago, Jianmen Guard Qianhu Zhang Guan was stationed at Jianmen. He was a newcomer and had difficulty walking in Jianmen. He was excluded by several wealthy families in the city with their help from their relationship. The situation was very difficult.

At this moment, Yu Zhang, a big house in Yujiabao, saw the opportunity and married his sister to Zhang Guan, and almost bet his family's assets on Zhang Guan. As it turned out, he bet the right bet for this big bet.

Afterwards, Zhang Guan, a thousand households, gained a foothold in the city with the help of Yu family. The Yu family also used Zhang Guan's power to suppress the business of other families, took the opportunity to seize their land and became the first major household.

The geographical convenience of Sichuan is that there are endless grain teams between Yinyang and Yinyang, which has become the main grain supply area in Yinyang over the years. Now that wars are about to break out in the west, the price of grain in the 19 cities of Yinyang is high, with a 900-liter meter rice. How could Yujiabao, the number one grain merchant in Shu, remain indifferent? If he wants to grow bigger, he must reduce his competitors and control the grain source of Yinyang City, and Jianmen becomes a key link.

As long as the grain supply is cut off, the grain prices in Yinyang City will continue to soar. He will not sit idly by and watch other grain merchants transport the freight to Yinyang, so he decided to lock down the city after discussing with the Qianhu.

As a result, more than a dozen grain merchants in Shu were trapped in Jianmen Pass. Every time they delayed for a day, their losses would be a little more. For half a month, he sent representatives to negotiate with those people. Several of them could not withstand the pressure and sold the grain to Yujiabao at a discount, but most of them had a wait-and-see attitude.

As for Yu Jiaxue, it is just one part of his plan. Although Mrs. Qi, the Ghost King Sect, is widely circulated in the Jianmen, it is just a legend after all. It has long been extinct in the world for many years.

"Everything is in control!" Yu Zhang sat in the study and thought so.

In the study, there are also the chief manager of Yujiabao, the accountant, and Zhang Qianhu, the most trusted chief Xibin Yang Dushen.

Yang Dushen was born in Jiangnan. Before joining Zhang Guan, he was a down-and-out scholar. He had not won the imperial examination four times, but the Lord of Yubao did not dare to underestimate this aide at all. The control of the grain road and the lockdown this time were all done by this aide.

"Seven or eight of the eleven grain merchants outside the city borrowed profits. After delaying this month, the minimum loss of nearly 10,000 taels was nearly 10,000 taels. As long as it delayed for another ten days and half a month, it would probably not be able to hold on." The accountant said.

The chief manager was a little worried and asked, "Several of them are influential in the government. We stopped their goods because we were afraid that they would cause trouble."

Yang Dushen said, "We locked down the city to investigate spies. Even if the prefect of Chengdu comes, we are still saying this. I am afraid that they will do something. I have sent people to Yinyang City to spread rumors, saying that in the past few months, the supply of grain will become less and less, and we will strive to make a profit of more than 100,000 taels by then. Do you think the money is too high?"

The Lord Yu Bao asked, "Yang Xixi, will we collect the food outside the city or not?"

Yang Dushen said, "Whether they sell or not is not the key, the key is that they cannot let their food come out of seclusion. From now on, we must also reduce the supply of food. This will increase the price of food!"

Master Yu laughed, "Yang Xixi has a unique vision. It would be a pity that such a genius would not become an official!"

Yang Dushen's eyes showed a look of dissatisfaction. The four imperial examinations failed were the pain in his heart. Yu Zhang said it to his face, which made him very happy, but this expression was fleeting.

Master Yu was still a little worried, "If we were too anxious, they were anxious and they would really cause trouble. I was afraid of causing trouble to Lord Zhang."

Yang Dushen said lightly, "No."

Yang Dushen knew very well that these people were merchants who had land and business after all, and they rarely did extreme things unless they were at a dead end. In a sense, they were all profit-seeking gamblers and would not do extreme things.

There are only two situations when people have to embark on the road of rebellion. One is that people who are not full and have nothing are the most terrible. In order to survive, they are forced to a dead end; the other is that they are full and full. When they have enough money, they begin to pursue higher-level pursuits, but there are very few such people in the long river of history.

At this time, a servant was outside and said, "It's the matter!"

The manager walked out after hearing this. After a moment, he came in and said, "Master, there are two more families outside the city that can't hold on anymore. He said he wanted to talk to you about purchasing grain."

Master Yu said, "I won't go. If you go and talk to them, the price is still the same as before, two hundred or more, I won't even pay for it!"

Yang Dushen interrupted, "One hundred and ninety-five words, give them a little bit. From tomorrow, every day of delay, every day when the food price drops, we can afford to consume energy, but they can't afford it."

The chief manager glanced at Yu Zhang, cast his eyes on him for inquiries, and the Lord Yu waved his hand, "Just as Yang Xixi said."

Yang Dushen stood up and said goodbye.

The manager said, "Master, this Yang Xixi is a bit difficult. Sometimes even Zhang Qianhu doesn't take it seriously. Once I went to Lord Zhang's mansion and saw Lord Zhang bring him tea and water."

Master Yu said, "He is the servant of Governor Yuwen. Compared to him, Lord Zhang is an outsider after all! By the way, what's wrong with Jiaxue?"

The chief manager whispered, "I still fell into a coma. I found a few doctors to see him, but they couldn't tell anything."

Lord Yu nodded and signaled that he knew.

Everyone withdrew from the study room. The Lord of Fort Yu looked at the direction of Guandi Temple, and then looked at the broken Guandi statue in the yard, and couldn't help but feel scared.
Chapter completed!