Five Elements Heaven

Zhao Bo'an was born in a merchant family, and his father was also a small businessman. In his hands, the business became increasingly difficult.

Small businessmen need a stable social order. For them, chaotic times are like farmers encountering natural disasters, without any resistance.

Troubled times are the era of bandits and thieves. It is easier to gain wealth through robbery than doing business. Only with force can you protect yourself, and with force can you get wealth. If it is the other way around, you will only become a fat sheep in the eyes of others.

The trade route between Emerald Forest and Five Elements Sky has not yet been publicly recognized by the Presbyterian Church, which means it is still a smuggling route.

The Chamber of Commerce is naturally confident, as each of them has the support of aristocratic families.

For a small businessman like Zhao Bo'an, this smuggling trade route is like dancing on the tip of a knife, and if he is not careful, he will fall into an irreversible situation. Zhao Bo'an didn't dare to get involved before, but now the business is getting more and more difficult. Jade Forest's trade is basically monopolized by the Deep Sea Chamber of Commerce. With Zhao Bo'an's meager financial resources, he will be completely bankrupt by next year.

Forced by the situation, Zhao Bo'an gritted his teeth, borrowed a lot of money from friends and relatives, and gambled all his wealth to purchase such a fleet of goods.

However, he did not expect how bad the situation had deteriorated in the past two years.

After the city expansion order was promulgated, all the Yuanxiu cultivators from the Five Elements Heaven gathered in the wilderness, and the scenes along the way were dilapidated and depressed. The decrease in population and the transfer of the strength of the chamber of commerce naturally caused the guarding strength of each city to shift to the wilderness.

This directly led to the rampage and rampage of bandits and thieves. They sprung up like mushrooms after rain, appearing out of nowhere and everywhere.

The caravans of large chambers of commerce are heavily guarded, and thieves dare not take action, so they specifically pick small merchants like Zhao Bo'an to attack.

Zhao Bo'an had to spend a lot of money to hire guards.

Although the strength of these guards is not very good, in peacetime, these people are not qualified to be caravan guards. But today is different from the past, Zhao Bo'an could only hold his nose and admit it.

He was really unlucky and met the Grass Lotus Puppet who was more terrifying than the thieves. After a rush, there were a few more corpses, and the remaining people dispersed in a rush.

Zhao Bo'an was completely desperate, thinking that he would definitely die this time, but he didn't expect to meet his employer.

Yes, now he has been hired by Ai Hui and has become a shopkeeper under Ai Hui.

Taking refuge was a helpless move when one was at the end of his rope, but later, Zhao Bo'an felt that his Xindong family was very good. I heard that he borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends, and his boss generously gave him a sum of money and asked him to pay back the borrowed money first, saying that it was half the price of a truckload of goods.

Based on this alone, Zhao Bo'an felt that he was confused and could not say anything.

In the past two years, the world had not collapsed to the extent it has now. The power of the Presbyterian Church is still there, and Daizong has climbed to the top to stand on his own. However, this year, especially in the past six months, the world has deteriorated so fast, just like the collapse of the snow on the top of the mountain, causing a complete collapse of the snow on the mountain, and a roaring snow-colored torrent. It pours down, and nothing can stop it.

Benevolence and justice began to be lost, and order collapsed.

The strong overlook all living beings, while the weak are as humble as ants. Incidents of bullying are happening more and more every day. Bandits are everywhere and no one cares.

Nowadays, those who only plunder goods without harming human lives can be called righteous thieves. If the strong man takes away half of the goods, will he still give money?

Anyone with a little bit of ability went to the wilderness.

Except for central cities like Yincheng, Yinwuhai and Caiyun Township are like broken bodies that have been drained of blood. The gaze of the Presbyterian Church did not linger for even a moment, allowing it to continue to deteriorate and rot.

The smell of decay does not breed life, but only attracts vultures that love carrion.

To be able to reach the level of being the boss is to be extremely benevolent and righteous.

Zhao Bo'an glanced at Qingfeng with some fear. He knew that he could not afford to offend this monster. When his boss said that Qingfeng was a disciple of Daizong, he had no intention of revenge.

In the Emerald Forest, no one can defy Dai Zong's will. He is the god of the Emerald Forest. The disciples of Daizong are also figures in the clouds.

However, his boss didn't seem to be very afraid of Daizong, but Zhao Bo'an felt relieved when he thought that his boss was not from Jade Forest.

His eyes fell on his master who was practicing.

Zhao Baian admired in his heart, he had never seen a guy who practiced harder than his boss. No, he felt that hard work could no longer describe his master's cultivation, it was crazy.

The boss seems to be extremely paranoid about power, and practicing it is like being possessed by a demon.

However, such an owner makes Zhao Bo'an feel more at ease. In troubled times, nothing is more reassuring than force.

He quietly stood aside with his hands clasped, waiting for the end of his master's practice.

Ai Hui's expression was extremely focused, and the Dragon Vertebral Sword in his hand was so fast that his eyes could not catch it. In front of him, the flying grass tendons turned into an afterimage, and the sharp whistling sound made people's scalp numb.

Ding ding ding!

Every time the Dragon Vertebral Sword collides with the grass tendons, sparks will fly out.

In a moment, Ai Hui's whole body was soaked with sweat, white mist rose up from his body, and he seemed to be unaware that the sword in his hand was extremely fast.

Opposite him, Qingfeng had mixed feelings in his heart.

This kid's sword moves were a little faster than yesterday. Although this was extremely weak, Qingfeng was keenly aware of it.

In the past, he was always described as a monster. Qingfeng felt that it was because those people had never seen the boy in front of him. This boy was the real monster.

From the time he agreed to the sparring, only an hour later, he was called up to start the sparring.

Qingfeng, who was completely unprepared, was confused. Although everyone agreed to the deal, why did they have to rest for a day before starting?

An hour of training almost drained Qingfeng of all his physical strength, and after training, his mind went blank. Fortunately, in terms of supplies, his boss did not treat him badly. He ate a lot of materials in a hurry and regained some energy.

After thinking about it, Qingfeng realized that sparring didn't seem to be an easy job.

But it was too late to say anything at this time, and only two hours later, he realized that he had underestimated the difficulty of this errand.

He was called up for sparring again.

At that time, when he heard the boy's shouting, his expression froze, and he almost thought his ears had heard it wrong. He clearly remembered that just now the boy was so tired that he collapsed on the ground like a dog. When he turned around numbly and saw the lively Ai Hui, he thought that there was something wrong with his eyes.

After that, Qingfeng finally understood what a nightmare was.

Basically, after resting for at least two hours and at most four hours, he was called to join the sparring group. The intensity was so high that it was absolutely abnormal.

After three days in a row, Qingfeng finally couldn't bear it anymore and he was going crazy. When he was practicing before, he had never been so crazy. He didn't understand why the other party was so energetic and why he was so desperate?

Ai Hui's voice sounded like the devil's voice to Qingfeng's ears.

What made him feel even more abnormal was Ai Hui's progress speed. He had never seen such a terrifying progress speed. As a sparring partner, no one felt more clearly than him how terrible Ai Hui's progress was, and progress was measured in days.

Every day, he becomes more stressed.

His proficiency in using grass tendons is improving every day. From five roots at the beginning, to six roots, to seven roots...

In the last battle, Ai Hui was able to withstand the attack of ten tendons, but he was in a very embarrassed state and was hit by the tendons in several places on his body. Qingfeng knew that even if he used ten grass tendons now, he would not be able to hit Ai Hui's body again.

Ai Hui's sword moves became more and more concise, but his attacks became faster and smoother.

Qingfeng was not stupid, he understood that Ai Hui wanted to sharpen and modify his swordsmanship in this way. This surprised Qingfeng. Who would think of adjusting or changing for a young man like Ai Hui? Don’t everyone practice according to inheritance or secret knowledge?

Ai Hui is obviously very young, but Qingfeng feels that he can't see through it at all.

"stop!"

Ai Hui's shout made Qingfeng come back to his senses and quickly stop.

Ai Hui sat down on the ground, the sweat on his body pooling under him in a moment, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows. Qingfeng was also very tired, lying on the ground without any image. He didn't even want to move a finger, no, not even a tendon.

The heavy breathing gradually subsided, and Ai Hui's empty eyes gradually returned to focus.

He struggled to stand up, holding the Dragon Vertebral Sword, and began to use his original [Sword Breathing].

Hiss.

A wisp of high-pitched gasping sounds resounded from the sword, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, which made people feel a little frightened. The nearby Jin Yuanli gathered from all directions and quickly submerged into the body of the Dragon Vertebral Sword.

The color on Ai Hui's face quickly returned, and his breathing began to become steady and slow, until it was almost silent.

Time passed quietly, and when Ai Hui opened his eyes again, his eyes were peaceful.

He moved his limbs and waved lightly, and several rays of sword light flashed in the air, and he couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction. Qingfeng is indeed a good sparring partner, with enough grass tendons to bring a strong sense of oppression.

To block such an intensive attack, Ai Hui must constantly modify his shots and the way the energy flows within his body. In the past, he would fumble out his sword moves based on ancient sword canons. But I have never thought about whether there is room for modification in this way of carrying the sword.

Some details are constantly being corrected, such as how to be faster, how to be more accurate, what angles to use, etc. A large number of details are being adjusted and optimized during constant sparring. This is why Qingfeng feels that Ai Hui is making progress every day.

Because Ai Hui is making progress every day, and even he himself feels this progress deeply.

Having tasted the benefits, Ai Hui expanded his thinking. Can other aspects of swordsmanship be improved in this way? This idea was kept in his mind, and he would think about it carefully after he finished sharpening it.

Taking action faster means it's easier to gain the upper hand in battle.

After a quick glance, Qingfeng was obviously too tired. He was still paralyzed on the ground, with straw tendons scattered all over the ground. He looked like a ravaged straw man.

Qingfeng's energy replenishment was not as fast as Ai Hui's. Sword breathing is Ai Hui's exclusive secret technique, and it is also the foundation that supports his high-intensity training. Although the sword breathing was not as efficient as Ai Hui expected, the energy absorbed was extremely stable and peaceful.

When he saw Zhao Bo'an standing by, he took the initiative and walked over: "How is it? What's the progress?"

After several days of contact, Ai Hui felt that Zhao Bo'an's ability was quite good, so he told Zhao Bo'an his thoughts and asked him to inquire about it.

It seems there is news. (To be continued.)

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