Zhao Jin walked up to the young man and said with a proud smile: "In addition to the explosives in the sleeve arrow, there is also the psychedelic smoke of the breeze, all prepared by my Great Zhou Spirit Master's Mansion, even a high-ranking warrior, if you inhale enough weight in your body, you will lose your mind for a moment!"

The young man pondered: "If I fly away immediately, I won't be caught."

Zhao Jin picked up the remaining fragments of the sleeve arrow from the ground, and saw the blue light reflected on it under the sunlight.

"The inside of the sleeve arrow is all quenched with poison. If you fly away and get pierced by fragments, you will lose!" Zhao Jin said with a smile: "It's just that the end is different! Of course, if you are not injured by fragments during the flight Come, then you still have a chance."

The young man refused to accept it and said, "If I were an iron sword, the sword energy would be three points stronger, but you may not be able to win!"

"You know I have no other means?" Zhao Jin bickered so he wouldn't lose. He said, "You only have sword energy when you play around. You don't know what means I have."

"Ten years later, my sword energy will be able to wipe out all your methods!"

"Hehe, it won't take ten years, but after ten breaths, you will already be turned into a dead body!"

The two started bickering, but after all, the young man was the loser, so saying anything was futile.

Su Wen walked over, looked at the young man, and said angrily: "I was just trying to scare you, how did you do it? You think you smashed the door of my house?"

At this time, the gate of Su Wen's mansion was almost completely destroyed.

The young man stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Who knows what you said is true?"

"Hehe, then I said that I'm going to kill the abbot of Guiyuan Temple tomorrow, do you believe it or not?"

Guiyuan Temple is one of the top martial arts sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and its abbot is one of the best in the world.

The young man shook his head and said, "Of course it's not the same! The boss hasn't practiced yet. If you kill her, it's easy to turn your back on her. Since you said it, I can't let you do it!"

Su Wen sighed, and said, "Follow me in, let Ningshuang find someone to repair the gate!"

After speaking, Su Wen turned and entered.

The youth is motionless!

Zhao Jin looked at the young man and said, "Go in, you want to die."

The young man said angrily, "What are you doing!"

Zhao Jin grinned grimly: "My young master has taken a fancy to you!"

The young man who had been expressionless all this time revealed an expression of fear at this moment.

He has always heard that among the rich and powerful, there are many good men!

Could it be

He looked at Su Wen's background in horror, then looked at Zhao Jin with a hideous face, and said, "You kill me!"

"Hurry up and go in!"

Zhao Jin grabbed the young man and walked towards the mansion.

Three people entered, Su Wen took his seat, Zhao Jin and the young man stood under the hall.

Su Wen asked with a gentle smile, "What's your name?"

He didn't know that in the eyes of the young man, his smile was extremely obscene, and the young man gritted his teeth and replied, "Chuhe."

"how old are you?"

"29"

"Are you married?"

"You kill me!" Chu He looked deathly at home.

Su Wen waved his hand and said, "Don't be so excited, we all misunderstood, you and I have no vengeance, why should I kill you?"

"Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated! Chu only wants to die!"

Su Wen was taken aback: "When did I insult you?"

Chu He blushed and didn't know how to answer.

Su Wen looked at Zhao Jin and asked doubtfully, "Did you insult him?"

Zhao Jin quickly shook his head and said, "No."

"That's right, you said you broke the door of my house, but I didn't say you insulted me, how can I insult you?"

Chuhe looked at Zhao Jin: "But he said you've taken a fancy to me, I'm Chuhe's man, how can I do that?"

Su Wen laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have such a serious face, but your thoughts are so dirty! I just want to call you into my command and work for me. Why is it like you said?"

Chuhe said angrily: "Then why do you ask me whether I am married or not?"

Su Wen looked innocent: "I don't want to show my concern and heart? Who knows that your mind is full of filth."

Zhao Jin also sneered and said: "You guy, I didn't see that you are so cold on the surface and so sullen on the inside. Say, did you leave the sword because you fell in love with the fried rice boss?"

"I don't!"

"Didn't you throw the tens of thousands of taels of silver sword to the boss?"

Chuhe shook his head and said, "I made that sword myself, how could it be worth so much money?"

That's not bad, if it were a serious blacksmith, it would definitely not be that bear.

The chatterbox opened, and Chuhe also explained his origin.

He grew up with his master since he was a child. It can be said that in the first twenty-eight years of his life, his life circle was only the master and the village.

Daily sword practice, the only opponent is the master.

When he grew up a little, he fought with the beasts in the mountains.

That sword was forged by himself when his master gave him a piece of iron when he was fifteen.

In the following year, he was ordered by his teacher to enter the rivers and lakes.

According to the list given by his master, he challenged all the way.

Speaking of this, Zhao Jin frowned and said: "That is to say, you are the one who picked eighteen swordsmen in Bingzhou?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Jin looked at Su Wen, and said: "This kid picked eighteen famous swordsmen in Bingzhou, and none of them survived a hundred moves! Among them, the one with the highest cultivation has reached the seventh rank."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "However, the person challenged by this boy has never survived! Many family members of the deceased have offered money to reward this boy's life!"

Chu He said: "My master said that my sword is not murderous enough, and the edge of the sword is not sharp. Only by grinding this way can I become more refined in the way of swordsmanship! Every time I fight with someone, I have told you that it is not an ordinary sparring , but life and death, life and death without complaint!"

Su Wen waved his hand and said, "I don't care what your master likes to say, I just want to know, what are you going to do now?"

Chuhe asked in a daze, "What should I do?"

"There is no enmity between us. I will give you two choices. First, I am short of subordinates. You will be my subordinate and obey my orders. Second, compensate me for the loss of repairing the gate."

"I choose two!" Chuhe said without hesitation: "How much money you get for repairing this gate will be counted on my head, and I will settle it for you when the time comes."

Chuhe remembered that the landlord in the village built a gate, which seemed to cost one hundred and eighty taels.

He had already figured it out, and if it didn't work, he took his sword back and sold it. Ten thousand taels of silver should be enough for everything.

"That's what you said." Su Wen smiled.

"That is, I, Chuhe, never owe anyone."

That's a good point, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown his sword at Chaofen Boss.

Su Wen clapped his hands, and Ningshuang brought a pen and paper.

Su Wen wrote a contract. In simple terms, he asked Chuhe to fully compensate for the loss, and agreed that Chuhe needs to pay the compensation within one month. If the payment is not clear, Su Wen will deal with it.

After seeing it, Chuhe wondered, "Why do you want to make an appointment? Do I still owe you money?"

Su Wen sneered and said, "Then who knows? There must be a delivery time, right? Is it possible that you will return me when you are 100 years old and I will wait for you to be 100 years old?"

"Okay! I'll do as you say!" Chuhe pressed his own handprint!

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