Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

"Food and industrial products? When has Da Yan ever lacked food?"

"Dayan is not really short of food, and I don't really want to buy food through the channels of the International Commercial Bank."

Yuan Congqian smiled and said, "I want them to think that Da Yan wants to buy grain. I want them to think that they can make use of the overproduction of food and industrial waste, so that they can become the main force of Da Yan's external grain imports and control the dining tables of the people of Da Yan."

"How do you know they have extra food? Besides, shouldn't the extra food be stored or sold to foreign countries?"

This is the clear and stupid classmate Zuo Xuanliao.

Neither Chen Zhijun nor Yuan Congqian answered him.

Chen Zhijun said: "I have no objection. You provide the qualifications and I provide the money. This is the rule of doing business in Yan State. Besides, I don't know if the capital that Chen can take out now is more than half of yours. There is a very strange duck active in Longmen. With it, the Western Pharmacy will definitely succeed.

But, Mr. Yuan, I have a request."

"Just say it."

Yuan Congqian was still thinking about the duck in his words.

As expected, it should be the duck duke that even Hai Si can do business with.

Chen Zhijun stood up, holding the hilt of the knife, and looked at Yuan Congqian very seriously:

"Fight me, we'll both use swords."

"You've been practicing swordplay for three years."

"I practiced sword fighting for three years, but as soon as I swung it, I was kicked down by the martial arts instructor."

Chen Zhijun flicked the hilt of the knife, a flash of cold light flashed, and a long knife was already in his hand: "But he can't kick you down. I have practiced for three more years than you, and listened to the teacher's instructions for one more year. If you have Originium skills, feel free to use them. I just want to know how big the gap is between you and me."

Yuan Congqian's right fingertips moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pressed on the sword given by Ling.

"Okay. I promise you."

He reached his left hand to his waist and pulled out a silver mask.

On one side of the mask, approximately where the eye was, there was a bullet hole with deep red residue.

Chapter 26: Between two points, a straight line is not the shortest

Yuan Congqian has been curious about his current combat effectiveness for a long time.

After he added the property of nonlinear movement to the etched bullet and killed Takenori, he no longer felt pain when releasing the Originium technique.

His right hand was covered in black ice that was completely invisible to others, like sharp scales. His nails seemed to have lost their ability to refract light, and were completely black. The veins on his entire right hand were all black, which was terrifying.

besides……

Yuan Congqian held the silver mask in his left hand and covered his face with it.

As Yuan Congqian drew out the simple-looking long sword, the Originium technique was released along the long sword spontaneously. In a corner that neither Chen Zhijun nor Zuo Xuanliao noticed, the bullet holes on the mask were also covered with black, and a little white light appeared in the exposed eyes.

"Mr. Yuan, are you ready?"

Chen Zhijun asked.

"All right."

Yuan Congqian looked through the bullet hole on his mask at Chen Zhijun, who was standing with his sword across his body. In his field of vision, a black drizzle fell quietly, crossing the roof that existed only in the physical world, and dripping into the private room of Fuchun Building where only three people were.

In the black rain, a cool touch came from the far northwest, familiar and friendly.

It seems within reach, indescribable.

This feeling is amazing.

Just like the distance between him and Chen Zhijun, and the distance between him and the source of the cool touch, it can change at any time.

The opposite of Yuan Congqian who was inexplicably happy.

At this moment, Chen Zhijun's mood was not so good.

After Yuan Congqian put on the mask, only silver and black remained on his face. Looking at the silver on his face, Chen Zhijun suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and the hairs on his body stood up involuntarily, and his skin felt cold, as if he was facing something terrifying.

"Is it because of Mr. Yuan's race? The Yuan family is not an ordinary family. Maybe they are the gods' people..."

Chen Zhijun was thinking in his heart.

Yuan Congqian, who had just started practicing swordsmanship, actually gave him the same feeling of fear as when he faced the prefect of Longmen!

Even though both of them have a kind and amiable appearance, after Yuan Congqian put on the silver mask, the aura of eternal brutality that spanned history was exactly the same!

It took him several breaths to get his weak hands to grip the handle of the knife again.

He looked up and found that the visual residue on Yuan Congqian's right hand was very obvious, with a faint black color. Chen Zhijun had seen a lot in Longmen, and guessed that it was a source stone skill that could add a buff to the hand, and he couldn't help but be a little more cautious.

Zuo Xuanliao also drew his sword and stood not too far away, ready to intervene at any time.

Zhijun Yuanshi's skills are not adaptable at all, and his skills are only related to martial arts and swords. Of course, he felt frustrated and dissatisfied when he was easily defeated by Yuan Congqian. If the swords really started, it would be bad if both sides were injured accidentally.

"please."

"please."

The two sides said something to each other and stood still.

Yuan Congqian, wearing a mask, had no expression on his face. He stretched out his sword and paused it in the air.

Chen Zhijun was suspicious. In his opinion, Yuan Congqian's posture was full of flaws. He could defeat an expert swordsman in less than three rounds. The swordsmanship instructor, who was well versed in teasing students, had undoubtedly fought his way through the battlefield. Why couldn't he predict Yuan Congqian's moves?

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhijun no longer hesitated and took the first step.

Taking a step forward, Chen Zhijun swung his knife forward, and it instantly came into contact with the sword, colliding with each other and making a crisp metallic sound. With a turn of his wrist, the direction of the blade's force suddenly changed, and he successfully pushed Yuan Congqian's sword aside, opening the middle door.

All Chen Zhijun needs to do is let the knife stab forward and hit Yuan Congqian's chest, and he will win.

"Let it go?" A trace of confusion flashed across Chen Zhijun's face.

Confused in mind, his hands kept moving.

Chen Zhijun followed the force, exerted force with his right foot, and the blade flew towards Yuan Congqian's chest.

Qiu Fengshu, who had entered the room at some point, narrowed his eyes.

bass!

In the close combat, Yuan Congqian obviously had no intention of losing on purpose. He retracted his sword like a textbook example, blocked Chen Zhijun's knife, and retreated.

Then, there was a series of actions that Chen Zhijun was unable to react to.

After Yuan Congqian blocked the blade, a black crescent moon appeared in the air, and the blade suddenly slashed towards Chen Zhijun from the side.

The afterimage of the sword blade seemed to be captured by a special video camera. The black sword blades appeared at the same moment, reflected in Chen Zhijun's irises. Yuan Congqian's figure flickered, and for some reason he was already very close to Chen Zhijun.

It was so fast that I couldn’t react at all!

Chen Zhijun could no longer make a calm judgment and could only trust his instincts.

He subconsciously raised his knife, and the knife and sword collided with each other. Unexpectedly, Yuan Congqian still had some strength left, and he retracted his sword in a trajectory that Chen Zhijun could not understand at all, half-crouched, and another new black arc of light passed across Chen Zhijun's chest.

The jade pendant on Chen Zhijun's chest fluttered in the air and fell to the ground, just like his mood.

He let go of his sword in a daze.

"Thank you." Filin, who was wearing a silver-white mask, sheathed his sword and took off his mask.

The Originium technique was silently lifted, and there was no more black rain to be seen.

Reality is not a fantasy novel, there is no clear level division, we can only say that his fighting skills have gone from poor to excellent. To put it in a more earthy way, it is the level of a veteran who is fully proficient in the weapon in his hands, no longer a weak goose boy.

If Yuan Congqian's current combat effectiveness must be classified into a certain level, Yuan Congqian feels that it can be divided using the collapse paradigm.

Collapse paradigm, nonlinear movement, first order.

Between two points, a straight line is not the shortest.

At least, when he faces the bamboo straw raincoat again, he can ensure that both etched bullets are in non-linear movement state.

……

"how did you do it?"

Chen Zhijun couldn't hide his disappointment and asked Yuan Congqian.

This is also the problem of Zuo Xuanliao and Qiu Fengshu.

Chen Zhijun couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought. He even doubted his own sword skills. "Can the Originium technique make the trajectory of your sword change like that? I can clearly see your sword, so why is it moving so strangely?"

"Originium Technique."

"Right, right? Originium techniques can't be unreasonable!"

"It's just unreasonable. You've been practicing with swords for a lifetime, can you master the art of controlling shadows?"

Yuan Congqian mercilessly said what no martial artist wants to hear.

Real damage is the most real damage.

The Terrans were indeed strong and could produce the effects in martial arts novels, but that didn't mean they had the capital to cheat magicians. On the contrary, the later they got, the more they knew that the human body had its limits. After ten years of hard training, they would only be fooled by Originium skills.

Fortunately, Yuan Congqian has the skill of source stone.

Chen Zhijun was dejected, lying on the table and eating, mumbling: "... I will go to your family to contact you this afternoon... This is not right! I clearly saw how you used the sword at that time, how could this happen?..."

Chapter 27 True Dragon Family Banquet

Chen Zhijun was confused about his defeat to Yuan Congqian, but he was convinced and rushed back to the house after eating a few bites. The Longmen Chen family's house in the capital was very large, occupying one sixteenth of Jing'anfang. It took a full 100 steps to walk from the leftmost side to the rightmost side.

Chen Zhijun hurried through the second door and came to the east hall, where a well-maintained woman was sitting behind a screen, flipping through a newspaper.

On the side of the East Hall is a valuable orchard, with a Jiangnan garden creek bridge paved over it, and several pack animals being chased by the Chen family children, and the air is filled with the fragrance of apples. The woman has wine-red eyes, long dark blue hair down to her waist, a plump figure, and wears glasses, and her age is hard to tell.

"Aunt." Chen Zhijun did not greet.

"You don't want to practice swordplay? If you dislike martial arts, then go back to Longmen and join the bank."

The woman whom Chen Zhijun called "Auntie" called lazily and leaned on the jade cushion.

Judging from her proficiency in shouting, she must have "persuaded" Chen Zhijun to return to Longmen many times.

The people of the capital regarded the people from Longmen as nouveau riche from the border areas and had always looked down upon them. Chen Zhijun had complained to her more than once. In fact, the people of the capital were only tough in words, but their bodies were honest. Every time Chen's Western goods were shipped in, they were always in short supply.

What the woman didn't expect was that this time, Chen Zhijun brought her some different news.

After listening carefully to Chen Zhijun's introduction, she leaned on the table with both hands and picked up the newspaper: "But is it the Yuan family in the capital that was wiped out by pirates?"

Chen Zhijun said: "There is no one else with the surname Yuan in the Yuan Mansion."

"How could the pirates dare to wipe out the Yuan family? The pirates in Jiangnan have been suppressed for half a year, but they have not been eliminated. They all came with the government troops, and there may be Iberians behind them. How could the Yuan family kill the vicious pirates?"

"It was obviously not the pirates who destroyed the Yuan family."

This is the common judgment of Chen Zhijun and his aunt.

The woman asked curiously, "Who is that? Did he tell you?"

Chen Zhijun said calmly: "The general and the left general."

"*Longmen swears*!"

The woman was so frightened by these two official titles that her hands began to tremble and she couldn't speak clearly:

"Say it again... No, don't say it! Were the two Fu Laodeng the ones who killed the people in Yuan Mansion?"

"The True Dragon holds 24 banquets a year, but he only wants to celebrate in the safe capital. What the superior likes, the subordinates will like even more. The Fu brothers are very powerful in the capital, and they can kill anyone they want. As long as they can make the True Dragon happy, what does it matter? It's just that the matter was exposed this time."

Chen Zhijun's words did not show much respect for the Great Yan Emperor. He had already seen the truth behind the matter from Yuan Congqian's behavior. Chen's family smuggled Western medicine from Longmen to the capital. Chen Zhijun knew that Simuitai also smuggled Western medicine, and Taiwei Mansion was the place where the stolen Western medicine was sold.

What does it mean that Yuan Congqian dared to raise his hands against the Simaitai and the Taiwei Mansion?

This shows that he was absolutely certain that the other party would give up this benefit obediently, and supported Yuan in obtaining the monopoly of Western medicine in the court meeting, and granted him the exclusive right to run Western medicine!

He didn't believe that Yuan Congqian didn't understand the connection.

"In other words, we need to contact Longmen as soon as possible?"

"Exactly."

"It's too far. I'll contact the messenger first."

The woman stood up and told Chen Zhijun, "This is a serious matter. I will go and contact my father and brother in person. When Mr. Yuan gets the imperial edict, he will take it to the photo studio for printing, and I will return to Longmen immediately. You can just stay here and prepare the official pharmacy with him. Don't be so distant!"

"Zhijun will know."

……