The sun and the moon are like a cycle, but it will be the day of Shengze's meeting in a few days. Qian Yiqun changed into the Confucian uniform that his mother bought and wore a free scarf. Who would go outside and say "Brother Qian is handsome"?

As the county magistrate of Wu County, Chen Xiangming naturally did not want to attend a prostitute's cabinet ceremony with great fanfare. He hid in Wen, and was like a cold-faced gangster in the carriage of the young master on Tuesday, without any momentum of being a second-tier gangster.

On the contrary, the following people around the county master are not ordinary people. Master Li passed the imperial examination and walked smoothly and had a good attitude.

On the other side was a strong man in soap clothes and official boots, holding a jujube wood sheath wrapped in the mouth with a shark leather, and was responsible for the safety of the county magistrate's private visit.

Brother Qian only slapped the man with one face and then lowered his head. But the county master shouted in the car: "Jiuyi, come in."

The strong man was not surprised. He lifted the curtain with one hand and whispered, "Be careful." This was to remind Qian Yiqun to be careful when getting in the car, and the other was to remind him to be with the king and be careful when he was with his boss.

Qian Yiqun stumbled and shouted: "Uncle, this..."

The person in charge of Chen County Zun Security is Zhu Yunsheng, the acting fast team leader.

Where can I do the best reason for my nephew to walk in a car or an uncle?

Zhu Yunsheng smiled slightly and whispered: "Go up and listen to the master."

Qian Yiqun smiled awkwardly and bent down and got into the car.

The carriage was covered with a layer of fine reed mats, with cotton yarn lined underneath, which was pleasant to be soft and hard. Chen Xiangming was sitting on the mat, leaning against the window, rolling a book in his hand, reading in the light that penetrated the window.

Qian Yiqun followed suit and sat upright, and his legs became numb after a while. Thinking about it, he was about to arrive at the dock soon, so he had to endure it.

"What books do you read on weekdays?" Chen Xiangming suddenly said. He had long wanted to establish a good relationship with this subordinate who could compete with Teacher Dai, but he also valued his identity and was reluctant to leave the money. Then he came up with a way to invite Qian Yiqun to Shengze to watch the ceremony, which was to find some topics on the boat and car.

Chen Xiangming only knows how to read and only loves reading, so he naturally starts with books. But Qian Yiqun is a scumbag, so how dare you talk about reading in front of a top student? Think about it again, I have forgotten that the poems that I could recite in the past twenty years have almost been forgotten, and I dare not lean on the elegance.

"I usually go around the streets and alleys, but I really don't have the energy to study." Qian Yiqun said with a tough bullet.

"Mr. Xiangguang said that it would be abominable to not study for three days. It's true that he said." Chen Xiangming felt a little regretful after saying that, and asked a minor official to study. Should he go to the imperial examination? It was obvious that he should have asked to postpone the invitation. Without waiting for Qian Yiqun to reply, he swept Qian Yiqun with his eyes and suddenly found that the subordinate was wearing a sword.

The standard configuration for scholars nowadays is origami fans. Most wealthy families buy white fans shipped from North Korea or Japan to ask the nobles to write books or paint. Those who wear Confucian uniforms and wear swords on their waists are really non-mainstream outfits.

"Jiuyi, your sword..." Chen Xiangming looked at it carefully and only raised the sword with a light and sharp aura, which was definitely extraordinary.

Qian Yiqun covered her arms casually and smiled and said, "My parents have good eyesight, it is the master who borrowed me to save face."

Chen Xiangming was good at studying and practicing, but he was not proficient in human relationships and worldly affairs. He did not realize that this was Qian Yiqun's words afraid that he would rob him and rob, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Come and take it and take a look."

Qian Yiqun had no choice but to hold it with both hands to Chen Xiangming.

Chen Xiangming gently weighed the sword and slowly pulled out a cold light filled the entire carriage. It was Qian Yiqun's extra tempering these days that his spiritual aggregate tempered the sword energy even more, far from being comparable to those three small pieces that day.

"Good sword! Good sword!" Chen Xiangming looked around and couldn't let it go.

Qian Yiqun dared not answer, for fear that he would be caught by his boss and forced to ask for something.

"Which sword technique are you learning?" Chen Xiangming's fingers gently brushed across the bright sword body, and a rich ambiguity gushed out from his eyes, which were originally quiet as an ancient well, as if he was stroking a stunning beauty.

Qian Yiqun felt a sense of disgust in his heart for some reason. He moved his knees and said, "I'm going to show you to Brother Linan. Please give me some advice."

Qian Yiqun has always adhered to his duties and has never verbally surpassed it. After all, the status gap between the two sides is too big, so people can be polite. If you are lucky, just wait for bad luck. Chen Xiangming was awakened by Qian Yiqun's "little brother" and "Brother Linan". The idea of ​​taking it for himself was suppressed.

Although Chen Xiangming looked down on Qian Yiqun from the bottom of his heart, he could only say that talent is rare. As long as he masters this person, isn’t it equivalent to indirectly mastering this magic weapon?

With both hands, Qian Yiqun breathed a sigh of relief. He put the sword on his knees, pinched his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Get up!"

The sword emitted a jasper sword light, and it rose up in response to the sound, floating in the air.

Chen Xiangming's heart tightened and said to himself: The practical cultivation of mysterious techniques is really shocking. Is this his power of martial arts, or is it a different magic weapon?

When Qian Yiqun saw Chen Xiangming silent, he felt nervous and said to himself: Could it be that the sword-controlling technique is also a big deal, and I was cheated by that old fox again?——Hey, why should I say it again?

Chen Xiangming cleared his throat in secret and said, "If I had replaced it with an ordinary iron sword, would it be the same?"

Qian Yiqun then breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sword, and smiled and said, "Yes."

Not to mention iron swords, even chopsticks are fine.

The sword control technique is not an object control technique. Qian Yiqun found that the long object was approaching the limit and could not even lighter stones. It is probably difficult to figure out the joints without a wise master pointing them out, so he did not spend his brain power on it.

According to Qian Yiqun's experiment, as long as the sword is about three pounds, it can be controlled.

Chen Xiangming coughed lightly when he heard this and sighed: If he had such help, how could he be humiliated by exile that day!

"If you are in the Confucian school, you should have a state of correctness." Chen Xiangming sighed, "It is better to join my shogunate in the future, get rid of the lowly troop and always find a family."

"I'm not here, my ambition." Qian Yiqun's voice became cold. If there is anything in the world that can make him extremely disgusted, the word "slow servant" may be included.

"Dare you ask Jiuyi's ambition?" Chen Xiangming was quite surprised by his rejection and couldn't help but look at Qian Yiqun again.

"I always feel that the world is just an ant nest, and wealth will eventually pass by." Qian Yiqun straightened up and looked at Chen Xiangming, "If you can enjoy the true realm of the gods and enjoy the gods, this is what a man is doing."

Chen Xiangming's face sank, and he was unhappy in his heart: This ignorant child, who is far away from others and admires ghosts and gods, is really different from each other, but unfortunately, a piece of good material.

Qian Yiqun put away his sword, lowered his eyes slightly, calmed down, and ignored Chen Xiangming. Chen Xiangming flipped through two pages of the book himself, and felt bored and bored, so he closed his eyes and started doing his homework.

Not long after, the car arrived at the dock. Qian Yiqun jumped out of the car and pulled the private boat with his uncle. When he met Zhou Zhengqing, Wen Yun and the two of them, he said hello in a false way. Zhou and Wen couldn't help but feel regretful when they saw Qian Yiqun get off Chen Xiangming's car, and in private he was quite envious of Chen Xiangming's approaching the water tower and getting the moon first.

Unexpectedly, when he got on the boat, Chen Xiangming didn't say a word and got on the big boat. Seeing Qian Yiqun and a group of servants sitting on the boat, Zhou and Wen couldn't help but be happy, but they didn't tell me, hoping that Chen Xiangming and Qian Yiqun would go further.

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Chapter completed!