Early the next morning, the second lady's train was escorted home by a group of iron guard cavalry. In order to prevent anyone from being unwilling to accept yesterday's failure, even the carriage was filled with crossbowmen.
After a safe journey, we returned to the iron factory. The newly promoted iron factory guard Liu Ziguang was taken to the iron guard headquarters. After swearing allegiance, he was assigned a brand new uniform: a black tight-sleeved arrow jacket, thin-soled fast boots, and a black weapon on his head.
scarf, a sheepskin jacket, a black armor, a bowl-shaped iron helmet, a waist knife, a shield-shaped iron waist badge, with two large characters "Iron Guard" engraved on it, followed by a five-pointed star, and at the bottom is
The two small characters "Inner House" and the newly stamped number are still 9527. The Inner House indicates that he belongs to the personal guard who is responsible for guarding the inner house, and other
Factory defense, patrol, traffic and other units have different responsibilities. 9527 is Liu Ziguang's lifelong number that was stamped on him when he entered the factory as a slave. It will not be changed even if he becomes an iron guard.
Liu Ziguang wore new clothes and walked gracefully into the inner house. He went to see Hu Xianjue, the captain of the inner house guard. Along the way, many maids and servants cast coquettish looks. He also welcomed all who came and responded with his eyes.
Passed by, looking proud of the spring breeze.
Captain Hu Xianjue's temples were sunken, his eyes were sharp, and he exuded a domineering aura that only a master could have, which made the young man feel strong pressure. Liu Ziguang quickly calmed down and saluted: "My subordinate Liu Ziguang, please see Hu
team leader."
Hu Xianjue circled around him a few times, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Well, the person recommended by the second lady is indeed good, and a good way to practice kung fu. You can act as the escort for the second lady for the time being."
At the same time, in the study room of the inner house, the special giant mahogany office table was piled like a mountain with documents, account books, and several abacus. A dignified girl sat on a rosewood chair with brocade cushions behind the office table, holding a
A delicate hardwood pen was dipped in the ink from the inkstone to write something on the paper. There were more cast iron radiators in the room than in other rooms. The girl only wore a goose-yellow satin jacket.
Under her soft and moist long hair is a pair of eyes that are as bright as morning stars. Her eyebrows are delicate and pretty, and she is actually 80% similar to the second lady, but she is less naughty, more charming, more calm, and more generous.
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The girl looked at the second young lady who was wandering around the room and said: "Xiaowei, this time you took advantage of my father's seclusion and went to Xuzhou Mansion to cause trouble. If it weren't for shopkeeper Han Da and Niu Shen who would help you, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible."
So let's end it well. Magistrate Huang is a wealthy salt merchant from Haizhou, and he has the capital's Eunuch Huang as his backer. I'm afraid he's not that easy to deal with. You've bullied his nephew, and you won't let it go. It's almost the New Year, so you better not
Go out well, stay in the factory honestly. And the 100,000 taels of money from the Eighteen Lianfeng Branches in Jiangnan, how dare you use it to fight for wealth. The factory looks very glamorous, but in fact it has been unable to make ends meet. Recently,
I don’t know why the Ministry of War has been delaying the payment of millions of taels of weapons payment. Now it is difficult to pay even the coal payment of the Pang family in Xuzhou Prefecture. If coal is stopped, iron ore alone cannot be smelted. Fortunately, we have this
One hundred thousand taels, let’s clear the accounts of the rice and noodle shop bosses first, otherwise the outside world will know that our iron factory has no money, and they won’t flock to collect debts. Although the Pang family is old, it is only a business transaction, not a transaction.
If the coal is cut off, we will really have a problem with our turnover and cannot maintain it. If the iron guards and workers cannot pay their wages, I am afraid there will be trouble. Fortunately, there are many uncles who are suppressing me. Otherwise, I will be the only one.
How can a weak woman bear this?"
The second young lady's mouth was so pouty that she could hang a bottle of oil. She jumped over and took the girl in yellow's arm and shook it: "Sister~~~, didn't you bring all the hundred thousand taels? I'm already very good, please let me be lenient.
My servant, yesterday I promoted two slave warriors to be Iron Guards. You asked me to save money. I rewarded those Iron Guards and Forbidden Soldiers yesterday, and each of them only gave one or two taels of silver! It’s so shameful! By the way,
Sister, if the family has difficulties in making money, I will use all the thirty thousand taels of my private money to supplement it. At worst, you can pay me back later."
The girl in yellow is obviously the eldest lady, the current agent owner of Liguo Iron Works. She rubbed her temples, picked up the account book and flipped through it randomly, muttering: "Now my study here is temporarily acting as an accountant, and the accounts are in chaos.
, a bunch of bad debts made by a few accountants made me dizzy, and I still couldn’t figure it out. I always vaguely felt that there was something wrong, and it seemed that I had to ask some audit accountants from the Huizhou Merchants Union to help check it out. "
Hearing the second lady's expression of loyalty, she raised her head and looked at the second lady with a smile and said, "Thirty thousand taels, Xiaowei is so generous. Please send someone to deliver it later. Sister is so busy here that you can go play somewhere else first."
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In the guard room of the inner house, Liu Ziguang stood awkwardly, at a loss. There was no place for him. Everyone was busy with their own things. No one paid attention to the newcomer. Where several guards gathered together, there were mean glances from time to time.
, words like "You're a slave worker and you got shit luck" rang out unscrupulously.
Liu Ziguang couldn't bear to say anything, but the guards were clueless. A tall and thin guard came over, his eyebrows full of disdain: "I heard that you, the newcomer, are good at fists, feet, swords, and some other general."
I’m in the bottom lane, Gao Zhi, and I’d like to ask for advice. I wonder if the general will give me a favor?”
Several people around him started making noises, all wanting to watch the martial arts competition. Liu Ziguang felt annoyed when he heard Lu Gaozhi's sarcastic words. He thought to himself that if it was a martial arts competition, no wonder I was so aggressive. He immediately handed over his hand and said, "Please enlighten me."
A group of people came to the open space under the hall. The snow was cleared and the ground was paved with green bricks. It was very clean. Lu Gaozhi said: "Swords have no eyes, let's try our fist and kick skills first." Liu Ziguang said: "I know.
It’s up to you.”
Before he finished speaking, Liu Ziguang saw a dazzling scene in front of him. Lu Gaozhi's legs were all flying around. He had to protect his head and face like a boxer. In an instant, he was kicked several times in the legs and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Lu Gaozhi suddenly jumped up and performed a beautiful volley, turning around and kicking. The thin-soled fast boot hit Liu Ziguang's face with great force. Liu Ziguang was kicked to the ground. His mouth was salty, and it was obviously blood. Liu Ziguang swallowed it.
He was dripping with blood and quickly climbed up, wanting to fight again. However, he saw that Lu Gaofeng had already put on a sheepskin coat surrounded by guards and was drinking tea with a teacup offered by others. There was a cheer from everyone around.
"As expected, he is a descendant of the Lu family of magic legs. He solved the problem with just a few kicks without moving his hands."
"That's natural. Brother Lu's skills are not something that a triangle cat can compete with."
"Lao Lu only used 30% of his strength today, otherwise he wouldn't have kicked that general in the head."
Lu Gaozhi listened to the praise very much, and said to Liu Ziguang with a light hand: "I agree, your fists and kicks are indeed made by professors who are prisoners of war from various countries, haha, they are very sharp."
A guard with a long sword saw Lu Gaozhi's majesty and came to join in the fun: "I, Yang Meng, also came to ask the general for advice on weapon cultivation. I wonder how far I can go with the general, haha.
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There was laughter all around, and the crowd formed a circle again. Liu Ziguang took out the knife and stood down facing Yang Meng. Yang Meng played a beautiful trick on his head, first winning a burst of applause, and then stood up lightly and thought he was cool.
gesture, hooking his fingers at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward with his sword, and with no pretentious movements, he slashed hard and fast at Yang Meng. At first, Yang Meng could resist a few attacks, but gradually he became unable to cope with the faster and faster attacks. Suddenly Liu Ziguang
The knife struck Yang Meng on the shoulder. Yang Meng was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the knife had struck him with the back of the knife. Liu Ziguang also handed over his hand: "I give in." Yang Meng held the knife and stood aside bitterly.
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The crowd cheered, and another young man wearing white floral satin with arrow sleeves jumped out from among the guards. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall figure. He was really a talented person. The young man raised his hand to Liu Ziguang and said, "I've heard for a long time that the big man in red clothes
The general won six out of six battles in the gladiatorial arena without losing a single victory. The Fusang warrior was seriously injured in the battle at Tongrenju in Xuzhou Prefecture. He is extremely skilled in wielding a single sword. My subordinate is Song Qingfeng of Wudang. I would like to ask you about your sword skills. The general can do it.
Don’t refuse.”
A gust of north wind blew by, causing the snowflakes on the roof to float in the air. Liu Ziguang was dressed in black, holding a knife with one hand, and his eyes followed Song Qingfeng, a young man in white clothes in front of him.
Song Qingfeng performed a sword fight, holding the three-foot green-edged sword gracefully in his palm. The hem of his white floral satin archery uniform fluttered slightly with the north wind. He was indescribably handsome and handsome. Fortunately, there were no maids or wives present. Otherwise,
They must be eager to cheer Song Qingfeng at the top of their lungs. Liu Ziguang is dressed like an ordinary martial artist, while Song Qingfeng is dressed in the standard attire of a young warrior in the world. The image of the two is the first to distinguish them.
Liu Ziguang stared closely at Song Qingfeng's eyes. This was a method taught to him by his swordsmanship coach. The enemy's eyes would reveal his intentions. Song Qingfeng squinted his eyes with a smile, revealing his beautiful white teeth. He looked very casual, but not at all.
He has no flaws and is a formidable opponent.
There was no delay. The more he delayed, the more he lost momentum to his opponent. Liu Ziguang roared loudly and struck his opponent with a single sword like lightning. Song Qingfeng raised his sword to meet him. The two sword strikes were staggered for more than ten rounds. Liu Ziguang did not take any advantage. Although
They were all fierce moves with full strength, but Song Qingfeng easily neutralized them. Moreover, Song Qingfeng's moves were obviously from a famous sect. They were as graceful and elegant as flowing clouds and flowing water. They were completely different from Liu Ziguang's simple battlefield killing moves. He was seen holding a sword in one hand,
Seemingly casual, he easily blocked Liu Ziguang's fierce attack, with his other hand behind his back, looking leisurely and at ease.
The guards around him kept cheering, and some said, "Why did Young Master Song fight so many moves against that thief? It stands to reason that the outcome can be determined within three moves."
Another person said: "You still don't understand. Song Shaoxia is amusing the thieves slave worker. Any more tricks are just for fun. You see, Song Shaoxia is a disciple of the Wudang Sect. He is obviously fighting.
It's like a sword dance, that's the level, it's okay if you don't accept it."
Song Qingfeng had completely figured out Liu Ziguang's strength, so he gave up the idea of teasing him and said softly "offend". The sword in his hand suddenly turned into a ball of light and shadow, like Liu Ziguang enveloped it.
Liu Ziguang was overwhelmed and was forced to retreat continuously. Song Qingfeng was still shouting: "Too slow, you are too slow, you are too slow!" His footwork was mysterious, he pressed forward step by step, and the sword in his hand was like the wind blowing.
, the rapid clash of swords and the sound of clanking golden sounds could be heard endlessly. Suddenly there was a long cry, and the steel knife in Liu Ziguang's hand flew out, and it was stuck on a big tree and was still trembling. Liu Ziguang's feet were already in chaos, and they were beaten by Song Qingfeng.
The sharp sword attack forced him to stumble and fall to the ground.
Everyone cheered, "Song Shaoxia won! Song Shaoxia won!"
Song Qingfeng pointed his sword at Liu Ziguang's throat, smiled reservedly, accepted the flattery of the guards, and said, "This general is very good at swordsmanship. He is so famous that it is better to meet him. I accidentally broke the general's new clothes.
Please forgive me."
After hearing this, everyone went to look at Liu Ziguang's black arrow jacket, but saw that the brand new clothes had many scratches with the sword, and it was the word "slave"! Everyone was amazed, "Sure enough, he is good at swordsmanship, he is superb!"
"It is better to carve it on your face than to carve it on your clothes." A thin guard suggested viciously.
Song Qingfeng showed his dazzling white teeth and smiled again, and said: "Then I will carve it." Ignoring Liu Ziguang's angry eyes, he raised his sword and slashed Liu Ziguang's face.