On the surface, Gu Shenwei had already invited Meng Mingshi to drink, and the two were reconciled, but in fact, the hatred was deeper than before.

Gu Shenwei stepped forward to pay a visit, and Meng Wugongzi seemed to have just known that he was also hiring a swordsman here, so he pretended to be surprised and said, "Yo, what a coincidence, isn't this Huan slave? Running errands for the tenth prince? Hey, that little girl really doesn't know how to cherish her subordinates, this midnight ......"

Gu Shenwei dared to guarantee that it was no accident that Meng Mingshi came to hire a knife man "in the middle of the night", "These people have already decided to follow me." ”

"Have you negotiated the remuneration, have you made a contract?"

Gu Shenwei shook his head.

Meng Mingshi nodded understandingly, he came prepared this time, so his emotions and attitude were well controlled, he put his arm around Huan Nu's shoulders and walked to the side where there were few people, "Sell me a face, these people let me take them away, there are good swordsmen, can you find it again?" Let's not fight over the two of us, let a group of poor ghosts be happy." If you are short of money, even if you open your mouth, you dare not say more, tens of thousands of two brothers can still take it out, well, such as 20,000 taels?"

Twenty thousand taels is exactly the amount of money that Gu Shenwei withdrew from Jinpeng Castle, "Isn't the fifth prince choosing a sword god, why are you interested in these people?"

Meng Mingshi patted Huan Nu's shoulder, "The sword god was invited to the town club, and these people are hired to work, which is different." Hey, do you want to join the Qiu Society? I can introduce, if the Ten Sons and the Rain Sons are interested, we are all welcome, and it would be best to have people from Shibao participate. ”

Meng Wugongzi's hypocrisy made Gu Shenwei vigilant, the Meng family had a close relationship with Jinpeng Castle, and Qiu Society really wanted to recruit ten sons, but it was not the turn of an ordinary killer to speak, "The fifth prince has promoted me, but I can't give up those swordsmen, it's better to let them choose by themselves." ”

Meng Mingshi's face changed quickly, making Gu Shenwei suddenly think that there was a different person next to him.

The fifth son's arm on Huan Nu's shoulder was raised suddenly, as if he had accidentally touched something dirty and ugly, "Do you have to go against me?"

"Don't dare. Gu Shenwei maintained a minimum of etiquette, but took a step back, stretched out his hand to the hilt of the knife, and lowered his hand again in a blink of an eye.

"Ha!" Meng Mingshi looked indignant at being humiliated in public, stretched out his arms, turned around, so that everyone could see him, and then said loudly to the group of people he brought: "Everyone has heard it, this person is a slave of Jinpeng Castle, and he offended me in the past, but I don't care about my previous suspicions, but instead I raise him, call him a brother and brother, and beg him to sell me a small face, but he is pretentious, as if he can really be on an equal footing with me." Today, I have to save face, is it wrong?"

"That's right, that's right, there are a lot of five princes, and it's enough to endure it. The crowd helped, and many people looked even more angry than Meng Wugongzi.

This is not like the arrogant and stupid Meng Mingshi in Gu Shenwei's memory, maybe someone is pointing behind his back, Gu Shenwei took a few steps back, and after the commotion of the crowd stopped a little, he said: "If it's just the next person's business, I won't dare to fight with the fifth prince if I kill him, but I can choose a swordsman for the tenth prince, so please be considerate of the fifth prince Meng." ”

"Are you crushing me with a little girl? Dog minion, I'm going to take these people, see who can snatch them. ”

Meng Mingshi stood up menacingly, and a man dressed as a slave stepped forward, bowed to his master first, then cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Each person has five hundred taels of silver per month, and the contract is at least three years, and now according to the handprint, immediately withdraw the first two months of silver one thousand taels!"

Generally, the monthly swordsman is only one hundred taels, and the somewhat famous swordsman is only two or three hundred taels, and the price offered by the Qiu Society is enough to invite a first-class swordsman.

The unboxed silver glistened, and the crowd behind them sighed, as if everyone was eager to pick up a knife and sign a contract immediately.

The two dozen or so swordsmen on the opposite side were silent, as if no one had heard or seen these temptations.

Meng Wugongzi was a little stunned, and looked at the servants beside him dissatisfied, the servants were also a little anxious, and walked up to the swordsmen, "Boss Tuo, these are all your people, satisfied or dissatisfied, open your mouth to say something." ”

Tuo Nengya leaned over, his weight pressed on his left leg, and he still spoke unhurriedly, "There is another customer, listen to what he has to offer." ”

"Hey, Boss Tuo, don't be too arrogant, this is Meng Wugongzi, not the landlord of Nancheng, it's not your turn to bargain. ”

Meng Mingshi interjected, "If you're not busy, just listen to Boss Tuo, Huan Nu, how much money are you going to pay?"

Gu Shenwei hastily calculated in his heart, five hundred taels per person per month, twenty-three swordsmen, it will cost more than 10,000 taels a month, and it is 400,000 taels of silver for three years, and it is not enough to take out all the inheritance of Tie Hanfeng, and the 20,000 taels of silver provided by Jinpeng Fort is a drop in the bucket, not to mention that a lot has been spent.

However, there is always a way to make money in Nancheng, as long as the swordsman team is built, under the banner of the Ten Princes of Jinpeng Castle, the money will be able to circulate smoothly immediately.

"Same conditions. Gu Shenwei said that he found that there were still people coming from outside the forest and gathering around, as if they were coming to see the excitement, but this was the second half of the night, and only people with ulterior motives would run to the rouge forest to hang out.

Meng Wugongzi came prepared, Gu Shenwei knew that he was careless for a while and fell into the trap, so he pretended to be relaxed, took two steps forward, approached Meng Mingshi, and was ready to take him as a hostage at any time.

"Double, one thousand taels!" Meng Mingshi didn't notice the young minion's actions, and shouted excitedly, looking around, as if he was competing with the heavens.

Meng Wugongzi brought most of the helpers, and he was really surprised to hear this price, and the bounty of the sword god that was about to be selected was only 10,000 taels, and a group of ordinary swordsmen, who were also very old, could get a thousand taels a month, and in a year, they were more than the sword god.

There was silence in the woodland, and it took a while before someone shouted cheers, and then the crowd cheered at the same time, as if Meng Wugongzi had just won the first place at the Sword God Conference.

The servant spread his hands and looked speechless, with such a price, any kind of persuasion seemed cheap.

Tuo Neng Ya was still like that, he didn't even blink his eyes, and his gaze turned to the young killer of Jinpeng Castle again.

"Five hundred taels, no more. "Gu Shenwei plans to end here, face is not important to him, he can give it to the Meng family, he only needs actual benefits.

Winning so easily, Meng Mingshi was disappointed, he knew it was like this, it would be better to raise the price a little less, "Go back and tell your master, compare the knife, she is good at it, compare the money, hmph, the Meng family has never lost ......"

Meng Wugongzi prepared a large set of victory declarations, and wanted to humiliate Huan Nu, so he said a few words, but the uninteresting servant came up and interrupted him, "Fifth son, fifth son, ......"

"What are you doing?" Meng Mingshi turned around sharply and shouted angrily, and the servant almost sat on the ground, like a dog in trouble, bent his knees and trembled, "He shook his head. ”

"Who?"

The servant stretched out his finger and flinched, as if he was full of doubts and could not be explained, and was therefore indignant.

Tuo Nengya met Meng Wugongzi's gaze and shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, Fifth Prince, we choose the killer Yang Huan." ”

Meng Mingshi, like most of the children of rich families, has been pampered since he was a child, and has never been used to being rejected, dealing with Huan slave is a routine he prepared in advance, in the face of unexpected setbacks, he suddenly didn't know what to do, and then his anger ignited, revealing the true colors of the fifth son, "A group of dead old men, dare to go against me? If you want to recognize this dog slave as the master, just die with him!"

Meng Mingshi turned around and wanted to leave, but a row of people squeezed out of the crowd, pulled out their knives one by one, and helped the idle to leave, it was time for them to make meritorious contributions to Meng Wugongzi.

Tuo Nengya held the knife in both hands, and the twenty or so swordsmen behind him immediately stood in four rows, waiting for the battle.

Gu Shenwei leaned forward slightly, his inner breath spread all over his body, preparing to capture Meng Wugongzi alive, no matter what the reason for Tuo Nengya's choice was, they were now sitting in the same boat.

As soon as the bloody conflict broke out, a voice in the crowd shouted "Slow", and then a young man walked out, dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand on a cold day, it seemed that he was not a descendant of Mengfu, but a son with a background.

"Everyone is here to do business, not to seek revenge and kill, I have an idea to satisfy both parties. ”

Meng Mingshi was more polite to the man in white, and said with his fists clenched: "Since Marquis Gao has a way, it's best, I don't have to do anything, it's just that this group of swordsmen is obviously colluding with the minions, and they want me to be unable to get down in public." ”

The white-clothed Marquis smiled slightly, opened the fan, shook it habitually twice, and closed it again, "I heard that a good swordsman picks the price, and also picks the master, and the boss of Tuo would rather accept the invitation of the Qiu Society, probably because he thinks that the Qiu Society has no masters, and there are too many dangers in the future." So I think, it's better to send someone from the Qiu Society to compete with this killer Yang Huan, and the winning side is always qualified to be the master of Tuo Boss, right?"

Meng Mingshi secretly scolded himself, he forgot all about the plan he had arranged earlier, so he changed his generous expression again, "Yes, yes, what's the point of everyone fighting together, isn't there a bloody knife?" Now that the bonfire is not extinguished, the competition continues!"

No one is vying for the opinion of the Teen Killer and Boss To.

Marquis Gao stepped sideways to give way, and a young man in a purple cloak walked out from behind him.

The young man was very tall, and he stood out from the crowd, but his figure was extremely well-proportioned, not bulky at all, his steps were steady, and his upper body barely moved.

"Ye Shiro!" someone called out the name.

"Sacrifice sword Hashiro!" someone added two words in front of the name.

Ye Shilang took off his cloak and threw it to one of his attendants.

The young man was wearing leather pants, his upper body was **, his muscles were as smooth as polished iron, there was no scar, and there was a sword hanging under his waist, the length matched his figure, in comparison, Gu Shenwei's sword was a long dagger.

Gu Shenwei had seen a swordsman in the Great Snow Mountain, but those people used swords like knives, but this Ye Shilang was a real swordsman, and Gu Shenwei was the first swordsman he encountered.

He remembered that his master, Tie Hanfeng, once said, "People who use swords are either idiots or immortals." ”

Ye Shilang looked like a god, a perfect god.