The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 647
Zhao Qi outside the city was sitting in an inn drinking with Zhuo Shiwei and Lu Chi.

He didn't even glance at the full moon in the sky that day, in fact he didn't dare to look at it.

A family of hundreds of people were all beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market in one day, no matter how strong his heart was, he couldn't bear it.

"If you drink like this again, you will get drunk!"

Seeing Zhao Qi pouring wine into his mouth one cup after another, Zhuo's guard couldn't help persuading him.

"Drunk, maybe you won't know the pain here!"

Zhao Qi was already drunk.He pointed to his chest and smiled wryly.

"Better dead than alive!"

Lu Chi's words made Zhao Qi drink three more cups.

"Stop talking! He drank so much!"

Guard Zhuo knew that Lu Chi didn't like to drink with Zhao Qi, so why didn't he have too much to do?
The Zhuo family is not a prominent nobleman in the imperial city.He relied on his own strength to become the princess' personal bodyguard.If he can't complete the task given to him by the eldest princess, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain her trust and reuse in the future.

That's why he didn't hesitate to join forces with the traitor Zhao Qi to kill Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao together.

Although he and Lu Chi couldn't reunite with their family members on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, they were all there anyway, unlike Zhao Qi's big family, which only had him, Zhao Xun, and Zhao Bai brothers.

"Master! The spies have come to report that Uncle Guo and his wife are still in the palace."

Zhao Qi's guards clapped their hands outside the door to report.

"See how long they can hide!"

Zhao Qi pushed his right hand hard, and with a "click", the wine glass in his hand shattered.

Wine mixed with blood dripped from between his fingers.

In the early morning of the [-]th day of the first lunar month, in the Royal Study Room of the King's Palace of Chu.

Qiu Zijun sat behind the case and stared at a copper coin in his hand in a daze.

Mr. Bo Lang followed Mr. He into the imperial study room and gave a gift to Mr. Qiu Zi.

"Sit! Look at this copper coin!"

Qiu Zijun threw the copper coin in his hand to Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun stretched out his hand to hold the copper coin and looked at it carefully.

This kind of copper coin has fine copper quality, excellent workmanship and beautiful decoration.

"How many baht does it weigh?"

Mr. Bo Lang threw it upside down and asked.

"Four baht! The half tael coin recently issued by the state of Wu is very popular among the people and businesses."

"Good condition!"

Mr. Bo Lang threw the coin back to Mr. Qiu Zi.

"There are many copper mines in the mountains and forests of Wu State, so it is only natural that such fine coins should be minted."

Qiu Zijun sadly put the coin on the imperial case in front of him.

Most of Wu's financial resources come from coin casting.People don't have to pay taxes, and people's livelihood is naturally rich.This makes other vassal states out of reach.

"This kind of four baht half tael will soon become a currency in circulation."

Mr. Bo Lang said thoughtfully.

"That's good too! Those privately minted coins that are not enough to be minted should also be banned."

Qiu Zijun also likes this delicate "four baht" half tael very much.

"I heard that Jia Yi mentioned to the emperor about the different currencies!"

Mr. Bo Lang asked inquiringly.

"The emperor ignored his suggestion and instead let King Wu take advantage of the loophole."

Qiu Zijun shook his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

"That's good too! Save the emperor from worrying!"

Bo Langjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the swaying tree shadow outside the door.

"It would be great if I could get my hands on this mold for making coins!"

Qiu Zijun looked down at the copper coin again.

"It's not difficult!"

Seeing that there is no one in the imperial study, Mr. Bo Lang gave Qiu Zijun an idea.

Shan Chen has not lived with Luo Jiaojiao and Mr. Bo Lang since he came back from the state of Wu.He was used to being idle, so he found a temple in the mountain to live alone and devoted himself to studying the exercises against Qiu Zijun.

He had heard a little about Qiu Zijun's Eighteen Soaring Palms in the martial arts conference.He knows that Qiu Zijun's skill is higher than ten years ago, and it will be even more difficult to beat him.

Shan Chen pondered Qiu Zijun's Eighteen Soaring Palms repeatedly in the temple, but found no flaws at all.

Although he can dodge his palm with his lightness skill, he still can't beat him, can't he?

Although Shanchen's swordsmanship has also improved a lot and has reached the realm of the unity of human and sword, but he knows that Qiu Zijun has strong inner strength, and it is simply impossible to stab him.

Hey!Still can't win!
Shan Chen couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

"Amitabha!"

The master abbot of the temple walked into the meditation room where Shan Chen lived.Seeing Shan Chen's beard and hair like a mess of grass, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"My son! Bring the razor!"

"Wait, master! I don't want to become a monk!"

Shan Chen retracted the supported leg and stood up.He stared at the master abbot with big eyes like copper bells.

"Don't panic, benefactor! This old man is just repairing your instrument."

The master abbot took the razor handed to him by his apprentice and walked towards Shanchen.

"I'll do it myself!"

The vigilant nature of Jianghu people makes Shanchen dare not let people approach him with a knife.

The abbot had no choice but to pass the razor to Shan Chen.

Shan Chen looked at the bowl of clear water brought over by the abbot's apprentice and began to modify his face.

Not long after, Shan Chen's originally handsome appearance appeared in front of the abbot master.

"Well! That's right! What's bothering the benefactor?"

The master abbot saw Shan Chen's extraordinary appearance and strange bones, he couldn't help but fell in love with him, so he asked.

"Master, have you ever heard of the Eighteen Soaring Palms?"

Shan Chen saw that the abbot's face was ruddy, and his eyes were bright, so he knew that he was a master of the inner family.

"Know a thing or two! The old man's apprentice happened to go down the mountain to buy something that day, and saw Qiu Zijun, who was ranked number one in the world, knock down 24 martial arts masters with his eighteen palms."

"He described the situation at that time to the old monk. The depth of his inner power attainments is unmatched."

"Is there a solution?"

Shan Chen knows the common problem of martial arts practitioners, that is, when encountering a new exercise, the first thing that comes to mind is not how to learn it, but how to defeat this move.

"It's hard to understand! His body rotates upwards with internal force. At this time, anyone who gets close will die!"

"If you wait for him to reach the peak and strike before he exerts his strength, there may still be a chance! It's just that the timing is difficult to grasp, you must hit it with one blow, otherwise the attacker will either die or be injured!"

The abbot master knows well that when the strength reaches the limit, it will be extremely weak.

Shan Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

This is indeed a flaw, why didn't I think of it?

"The benefactor is not going to challenge Qiu Zijun, who is number one in martial arts in the world!"

The master abbot asked anxiously when he saw that Shan Chen was happy after hearing his words.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice! Farewell!"

Shan Chen gave a salute to the abbot, then left the meditation room and flew away.

"Amitabha! Good skill!"

The master abbot looked at Shan Chen's back as he fled across the gable wall and sighed.

"Master! Is his kung fu high, or the best in the world?"

The apprentice of the abbot asked suddenly.

"I already know who he is! There is such a person with such outstanding skills, who else is there?"

The master abbot looked at the birds flying up the tree and muttered to himself.

"Shan Chen who is number one in lightness kung fu?"

The abbot's apprentice blurted out.He heard his master mention this mountain morning, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes today.

"Teacher, remember, kung fu is not for judging short and long!"

The master abbot glanced at his apprentice meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)