Zhao Qi, outside the city, sat in the inn and drank with Shiwei Zhuo and Lu Chi.

He didn't even look at the full moon in the sky at all, but in fact he didn't dare to look at it.

A family of hundreds of people were all killed in Caishikou in one day, no matter how strong he was, he could not bear it.

"If you drink this way, you will be drunk!"

When Guard Zhuo saw Zhao Qi pouring wine into his mouth one cup after another, he couldn't help but persuade him.

"I'm drunk, maybe I don't know if it hurts here!"

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

"It's much better to die than to be alive!"

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

"Stop talking! He has drunk so much!"

Guard Zhuo knew that Lu Chi didn't like drinking with Zhao Qi, so why did he have too many necessities?

The Zhuo family was not a prominent noble in the imperial city. He relied on his own strength to become the eldest princess' personal bodyguard. If he could not complete the task given to him by the eldest princess, he would probably be difficult to gain her trust and reuse in the future.

That's why he did not hesitate to work with the rebel Zhao Qi as a martial artist, and the driver killed Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao.

Although he and Lu Chi cannot be with his family members on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, at least the family members are there, unlike Zhao Qi's huge family who only have him, Zhao Xun and Zhao Bai.

"Master! The spy came to report that the uncle and his wife were still in the palace."

Zhao Qi's guard bowed and reported to him outside the door.

"Look at how long they can hide!"

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

The wine mixed with blood dripped from his fingers.

On the morning of the 16th day of the first lunar month, in the imperial study of the King of Chu Palace.

Qiu Zijun sat behind the imperial case and looked at a copper coin in her hand in a daze.

Bo Langjun followed General Manager He into the imperial study and gave a gift to Qiu Zijun.

"Sit down! Look at this copper coin!"

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

Bo Langjun reached out and pinched the copper coin and looked carefully.

This type of copper coin is delicate in copper, well-made, and beautiful in patterns.

"How many baht?"

Bo Langjun threw it away and asked in a confused manner.

"Sizhu! The newly issued half a liang of coins in Wu State is very popular among the people and merchants."

“Good quality!”

Bo Langjun threw the coins back to Qiu Zijun.

"There are many copper mines in the mountains and forests of Wu State, so it is natural to cast such good-quality coins."

Qiu Zijun put the coin on the imperial desk in front of him with regret.

Most of the financial resources of Wu State came from the money minting industry. People did not have to pay taxes, so people's livelihood was naturally rich. This made other vassal states out of reach.

"This kind of 100-liang of four zhu will probably become a circulating currency soon."

Bo Langjun is thoughtful and authentic.

"That's good! Those currencies that are not privately minted in sufficient amounts should be banned."

Qiu Zijun also likes this exquisite "Sizhu" half a liang in her heart.

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

Bo Langjun asked.

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

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

"This is good too! It saves the emperor from bothering!"

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

"I would have got this coin mold!"

Qiu Zijun looked down at the copper coin again.

"This is not difficult!"

When Bo Langjun saw that there was no one in the imperial study, he gave Qiu Zijun an idea.

Gu Qi/span Shanchen has not lived in the same place with Luo Jiaojiao and Bo Langjun since he returned from Wu. He was used to being idle and found a temple in the mountains alone to study the skills to deal with Qiu Zijun.

He had heard of the Eighteen Palms that Qiu Zijun used at the martial arts conference. He knew that Qiu Zijun's skills were higher than ten years ago, and it would be even more difficult to win him.

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

Although he can use his lightness skills to avoid his palm power, he still cannot defeat him?

Although Shan Chen's swordsmanship has made great progress and has reached the state of unity of man and sword, he knows that Qiu Zijun has strong internal strength, so it is impossible to stab him.

Oh! Still can't win!

Shan Chen couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Amitabha!"

The abbot of the temple walked into the meditation room where Shanchen lived. Seeing that Shanchen's beard and hair were like a mess of grass, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Disciple! Come with a razor!"

"Slowly, Master! I don't want to become a monk!"

Shan Chen pulled the legs he was supporting and stood up. He stared at the abbot with his big eyes like a copper bell.

"Don't panic, don't panic! I'm just repairing the instrument for you."

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

"I'll do it myself!"

The alert nature of the people in the Jianghu made Shan Chen dare not let someone get close to him with a knife.

The abbot had to hand the razor to Shan Chen.

Shan Chen looked at the clear water bowl brought by the master abbot and began to modify his face.

Not long after, Shan Chen's originally handsome appearance appeared in front of Master Abbot.

"Yeah! Not bad! Why are the donor worried?"

Seeing that Shanchen had extraordinary appearance and stubborn bones, the abbot couldn't help but like it, so he asked.

"Have the master heard of the Eighteen Palms of the Sky?"

Seeing that the abbot's face was rosy and the light in his eyes appeared, Shan Chen knew that he was an internal master.

"I know a little bit! My disciple happened to go down the mountain to buy that day and saw Qiu Zijun, who was ranked No. 1 in the world, defeating the twenty-four martial arts masters with the Eighteen Palms of the Sky."

"He described the situation to me. His inner strength is beyond reach."

"Is there a solution?"

Shan Chen knew that the common problem of martial arts practitioners was that when they encountered a new technique, the first thing they thought about was not to learn it, but how to break this move.

"It's not easy to solve! His body rotates upwards with internal force. At this time, anyone close to him will definitely die!"

"If he reaches the peak and takes action before he exerts strength, there may be a glimmer of 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 is well aware that the time when the power reaches its limit is at its extreme decline.

Shanchen's eyes lit up when he heard this.

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

"The donor doesn't want to challenge Qiu Zijun, the best martial arts in the world!"

The abbot Master saw that Shan Chen looked happy after hearing his words and couldn't help asking with concern.

"Thank you for your advice! Goodbye!"

Shan Chen gave a gift to the abbot, then left the Zen room and flew away.

"Amitabha! Great skills!"

The abbot sighed as he looked at Shan Chen's back as he escaped over the gable.

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

Master Abbot's apprentice suddenly asked.

"I already know who he is! With such an outstanding and extraordinary light skills, who else can I have if I am not him?"

The abbot muttered to himself as he looked at the birds flying on the tree.

"Shan Chen, the best light skills in the world?"

Master Abbot’s disciple blurted out. He heard his master mention Shan Chen, but he didn’t expect to see him with his own eyes today.

"Pupil, remember, kung fu is not used to judge the strengths of the strengths!"

The abbot glanced at his disciple meaningfully.
Chapter completed!