Wen Chaoshen arrived next door and greeted Lü Zhiming, who was having morning tea. Before chopping wood, he asked Lü Zhiming the question that had puzzled him all night.
"Mr. Lü, after chopping wood for so long, I feel like I can wield a sword."
Lü Zhiming smiled at his words and said gently, "That's a good thing. It ans your training is paying off."
Wen Chaoshen replied sincerely, "But sotis I can use the sword skillfully, and most of the ti I can't..."
Lü Zhiming followed up on his words, "Yes, why is that?"
Seeing Lü Zhiming's guiding deanor, Wen Chaoshen smiled wryly, "Mr. Lü, if I knew why, I wouldn't be asking you."
Lü Zhiming poured Wen Chaoshen a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Chaoshen, the questions in cultivation are the most intriguing."
"What others tell you is useless."
"You have to figure it out yourself."
Listening to Lü Zhiming's explanation, Wen Chaoshen felt as if he had heard a profound truth, yet he also understood that Lü Zhiming was implying that if he could figure it out on his own, the problem would naturally be solved. But if soone else told him, no matter how clear it was, it wouldn't work.
"Thank you, Mr. Lü."
Wen Chaoshen thanked him, turned around, and went into the woodshed to chop wood.
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Inside the Seven Kill Hall, the crowd was noisy, gathered around a gambling table, watching the heated ga.
The participants in the ga were quite envious, and the atmosphere was indescribably tense. Among them were two idle rich kids from the county city, whose families had so wealth. Encountering such easy targets, the Seven Kill Hall, in need of money, naturally wouldn't let them go, setting up a trap to fleece them.
After Liu Jinshi's death, they lost their biggest source of wealth. Seventh Master worried every day about feeding and supporting his hundreds of subordinates. This was sothing the Seven Kill Hall never did before, but now he turned a blind eye to it.
Can't let the brothers starve, can we?
As the ga was about to reach its climax, the guard outside suddenly stumbled into the hall, gasping for breath, "Seventh Master, Seventh Master... the Magistrate is here outside!"
With just a few words, the entire noisy hall fell into absolute silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After a brief silence, soone was the first to draw their blade, the sharp sound instantly igniting tension and panic in the hall. The next mont, everyone drew their weapons, murderous intent filling the air!
Seventh Master frowned, just about to order his subordinates to sheathe their weapons, when a loud voice ca from the entrance:
"Drawing your blades as soon as I enter, is this how you welco ?"
Everyone turned to the voice and saw Chun Qiong, who had shed his official robes and donned a white silk long coat, looking every bit the elegant gentleman, without a trace of officialdom in his deanor.
With hands behind his back, he walked in step by step. Only then did the people in the hall realize that Chun Qiong had co alone today, without any constables or guards.
With this, the tense atmosphere instantly eased.
Seventh Master waved his hand, and everyone imdiately put away their weapons. He personally greeted Chun Qiong and gave a signal to a few subordinates to release the two unfortunate victims of the scam.
"Master Chun, what brings you to this rundown place of Seven Kill Hall today?"
They quickly cleared a clean table, and as Chun Qiong sat down, wine and at were served.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of beef, put it in his mouth, and took a sip of sake, saying, "I planned to co yesterday, but got delayed dealing with so trouble in the county city."
Seventh Master, hearing this, tactfully didn't ask more, instead personally filling Chun Qiong's cup with wine, saying, "If there's anything Seven Kill Hall can do to assist you, just say the word."
Chun Qiong looked at Seventh Master with a smile, pointing at him with his chopsticks, "Seventh Master, you're on the right track."
"I do have sothing I'd like to trouble you with."
"There will be a reward once it's done."
Hearing this, Seventh Master felt a surge of excitent. A few days ago, he heard Wen Chaoshen ntion establishing a beneficial relationship between Seven Kill Hall and the new Magistrate Chun Qiong. This idea lingered in his mind, and he couldn't imagine how Wen Chaoshen would achieve it. Unexpectedly, Chun Qiong ca himself today.
"Please, Master."
Chun Qiong took a sip of wine, twirling the cup in his hand, and said, "Dispose of so bodies."
Seventh Master's expression changed slightly.
"Dispose of... whose bodies?"
Chun Qiong smiled and said, "Just so scum from Wangchuan. I killed dozens yesterday, including a master nad 'Wu Jiu'... I didn't have ti to deal with the bodies. The constables at the County Office are loose-lipped, and if word gets out, it might cause unnecessary panic and affect my political performance."
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"Then I rembered my little brother Wen Chaoshen ntioned Seven Kill Hall, so I thought I'd co see you, Seventh Master."
"If I rember correctly, before Liu Jinshi died, the people of Seven Kill Hall controlled the rivers and lakes in and around Kuhai County, right?"
"You have boats, you have people. In winter, the tributaries leading to the Chensha River don't freeze. Can you help transport the bodies out and sink them?"
As his words fell, the Seven Kill Hall beca eerily silent.
Not only Seventh Master but also the hall's stewards looked at Chun Qiong with a strange and shocked gaze.
As the local tyrant of Kuhai County, Seven Kill Hall naturally had extensive information about the Martial World. How could they not know that people from Wangchuan had entered the county city, or not recognize 'Wu Jiu'?
Such a renowned figure in the entire Martial World of the Four Kingdoms was referred to as 'scum' by Chun Qiong?
To speak of such a shocking matter in such a casual tone, killing people from Wangchuan without any regard, what kind of background does this newly appointed Magistrate of Kuhai County have?
In a short ti, Chun Qiong's image in the minds of everyone in Seven Kill Hall beca extrely mysterious and terrifying.
Feeling the change in their gazes, Chun Qiong was secretly pleased, and his respect for Wen Chaoshen grew...
He gradually realized that this person's mind and depth were incredibly frightening.
Wen Chaoshen's thoughts and considerations were completely unmatched by his age, more like soone who had lived for decades.
Seventh Master sat across from him, not imdiately agreeing to Chun Qiong's request. His cunning and sharp eyes flickered as if weighing the pros and cons, or pondering the truth of Chun Qiong's words.
It seed Chun Qiong also knew his words were not entirely convincing. He gently put down the wine cup and spoke again, "I just took office and don't have much money. As a token of gratitude for this cooperation, I'll give you the 'Wufeng' sword that 'Wu Jiu' had... If you find a good buyer for this famous sword, it should be enough for Seven Kill Hall to squander for a long ti. What do you think, Seventh Master?"
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