Chapter 36 The Mercy of the Strong
A few days later, Sikong Chengfeng removed the gauze from his daughter's eyes.

"How, can you see clearly?"

Sikong Qianruo blinked her Jianshui eyes, and the familiar world appeared before her eyes again.

"Daddy, my eyes are healed."

She shouted happily and was about to jump off the bed: "I'm going to visit Xiao Luo."

"What's the rush, Xiao Luo is very well, but your eyes are hurt by the smoke and dust, and you still need to recuperate."

"Daddy~~"

"It's all caused by your running around, and you haven't learned a lesson yet!"

Sikong Chengfeng said sternly, and told the maid to keep an eye on Qianruo, then closed the door and went out.

Outside the house, Xiao Han stood quietly looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

He heard the conversation between the father and daughter.

Sikong Chengfeng smiled helplessly: "The eyes are healed, but the heart can't be taken back."

"The grace of saving lives, who will forget."

Seeing the annoyance on Sikong Chengfeng's face, Xiao Han intentionally explained: "It's better to play a game of chess."

"Alright."

There is a small lake in the Gun Fairy Mansion, on which there is an octagonal eaves pavilion facing the wind on all sides.

The autumn is high and the air is crisp, and the forests are all dyed.

Sikong Chengfeng and Xiao Han started fighting in the pavilion against the blue water and blue waves.

"Sorry, I originally wanted to pass the token of the Vermilion Bird envoy to Qianruo these few days, but something happened to Liu Qinghe."

"It doesn't matter. In chess, it's good to have a piece to fall, why bother to fight for a while."

Xiao Han's chess style has never been traced, like an antelope hanging horns, but falling like the wind.

Sikong Chengfeng focused on it.

After counting, Sikong Chengfeng slowed down: "Your offensive is very sharp today. Is this to make me admit defeat as quickly as possible?"

Xiao Han said with a smile: "It's because you are worried and distracted."

"As soon as Liu Qinghe died, the weaving net immediately became a headless fly. If it is not handled well, the conflict with Xiao Luo will recur. I am worried that Xueyun City will be split from now on."

Behind Xiao Luo stood Li Hanyi and Ru Jianxian.

and his troubled daughter.

"After that day, is there any news from Xiao Luo and Ru Jianxian?"

Sikong Chengfeng shook his head: "No. When I came to the door to thank you the day before yesterday, it seemed that nothing happened between the two of you, but I couldn't figure it out."

"What about the second city lord?"

"Li Hanyi has been in Cangshan and has not returned to the city. Lei Wujie only said that his sister is in a bad mood."

Xiao Han picked up the chess pieces: "They are waiting for you. After all, you are in charge of weaving the web. What do you want to do?"

"Weaving the web is an important force in Xueyun City. I will definitely not disband it, but I don't even want to see Xueyun City split."

"I do have a suitable candidate to replace Liu Qinghe and reorganize the web. I believe this person can be accepted by Confucian Sword Immortal and the Second City Lord."

Sikong Chengfeng was overjoyed: "Your vision and resourcefulness are the best, tell me who will go?"

Xiao Han dropped the chess piece in his hand: "Of course it's big brother Tang Lian."

Sikong Chengfeng suddenly realized:

"That's right. Tang Lian was originally the successor of the next city lord. He has been in and out of the rivers and lakes on behalf of Xueyun City over the years, and has made many achievements. Why don't we start with weaving the net?"

"Is he coming back soon?"

It has been half a year since Tang Lian went to Beiliang this time.

"It's almost time, it is said that we have arrived at Sangu Beauty Village."

Xiao Han chuckled, and visited Beauty Village three times, so he took a detour to see his confidante.

With a suitable candidate for weaving the net, Sikong Chengfeng suddenly felt relieved, and during the attack, he regained his former ferocity.

But in the end it was defeated by five sons.

"Hahaha, I have never won a game of chess with you."

"Assignment."

Looking at Xiao Han's outstanding demeanor and thinking about his glorious past, Sikong Chengfeng felt deep pity from the bottom of his heart.

He put down the chess piece, and said implicitly: "Qianruo is still young, when she grows up, she will naturally be able to tell the truth from the fake."

19 years old is actually not young.

However, Xiao Han didn't want to think deeply about this question, the two walked out of the octagonal pavilion, and Xiao Han went back to settle accounts.

Account means money.

Money means more possibilities.

The huge wealth of Xueyun City not only comes from the city's tax revenue, but also from the four major allies.

Over the years, Xueyun City has been doing business in secret with the Tang Sect in Central Shu, the Lei Family in Jiangnan, the Mei Family in Lingnan, and the Sword Tomb in Mang Mountain.

In the account book, the exchange of money and goods is recorded in detail.

When Sikong Chengfeng hired him as Mr. Accountant, he actually handed over the economic power of Xueyun City to him.

Not long after seeing Ye Suying, a huge sum of money flowed to Ye Ziying.

There were also a few huge sums of money, which were sent to the four great families to pre-purchase a batch of weapons and materials, and to train martial arts masters.

Xiao Han did not forget, the medicine man in the Red King's Mansion.

With the help of the hidden forces in Tianzi City, they captured a medicine man and sent them to Yaowang Valley for Huajin to study.

Unfortunately, no progress has been made so far.

Xiao Han sighed, compared to these cumbersome things, his internal injuries are the real threat.

Hua Jin tried his best, but he refined some elixir to delay the injury, so that he could delay it until next year.

"Is it really the only way to seek immortality overseas?"

On the same day, Sikong took the wind to convene the elders to discuss the matter and announced the e-ownership of Weaving Net.

The next day, Confucian Sword Immortal visited.

After chatting with Sikong Chengfeng for a few words, Xie Xuan came to visit Xiao Han.

He handed over a book: "This book is what I realized during my travels. I didn't finish it until I stepped into a half-step fugue. This book has no name. If you think there is a good name, you can write it yourself." .”

Xiao Han took it, and inside it turned out to be a series of illustrations, accompanied by concise formulas.

"The circulation of the human body's tendons and internal force?"

Xiao Han recognized it at a glance, and couldn't help trembling.

"I've tried it. You can store up your internal energy little by little. After a long time, it may help you return to the realm of happiness."

"Thank you senior!"

Xiao Han saluted deeply.

He knew that although this book was thin, it condensed Xie Xuan's life's hard work.

"Remember, it's not easy to accumulate internal strength, so don't easily fight with others, or you will hurt yourself."

"Xiao Han take note."

Xie Xuan said again: "When the new year is over and the two-year martial arts agreement between Xiao Luo and Li Hanyi is completed, I will take him out of Xueyun City."

Xiao Han was startled: "I got the news that the White King and the Red King have already started to take action against the Eighth Emperor, so it's better to stay here."

Xie Xuan shook his head: "After all, Xueyun City is just a residence for guests. It is inconvenient to stay here after such a major event happened in Yunling."

Xiao Han still wanted to stay, but Xie Xuan smiled gently and waved his hand to stop him.

Wave your hand and go away, the setting sun is so humane.

As Xie Xuan gradually walked away, the smile on Xiao Han's face gradually disappeared.

He looked at the unnamed book in his hand, with a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Xie Xuan, you just feel ashamed of me, so you wrote this book for me with all your heart."

"There is also Sikong Chengfeng, your daughter refuses to marry me, do you think I can't see the pity in your eyes?"

"I, Xiao Han, entered the Xiaoyaotian Realm at the age of 17. Among you, who has never seen my brilliance? Who has reached my former peak?"

"Now it's your turn to take pity on me? What a joke!"

(End of this chapter)

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