Zhang Xuan undoubtedly has the talent to learn martial arts. He can understand martial arts more deeply than ordinary people. The so-called swordsmanship, what he wants to learn is not moves, but strength, which is also the basis of countless powerful generals.

Forget the moves, learn to use the sword technique, close the sword, and defend the essence, and never leave the essence. You must know that the sword technique is dead, but people are alive, and the battle changes constantly. As long as you master the essence of the sword technique, you can change thousands of times.

But no matter how the moves change, without power, a tree without roots and a water without source. Zhang Xuan has realized that if he really wants to become a powerful general like Yuwen Chengdu, ancient martial arts is a hurdle that he cannot overcome.

Otherwise, he would be just a big-headed soldier or a slightly more powerful martial artist.

He had completed the foundation building and wanted to practice Yijin again but had no idea how to start, let alone a deeper layer of marrow cleaning.

However, the most urgent task is that his pockets of money are declining day by day. A real man can have no power for a day, but not money for a day. He must find something to do.

He could set up a small stall and do some small business, just like a dead grandmother, the stall that had been set up for twenty years to pull him up.

But Zhang Xuan was really unwilling to do business, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, and came to the Sui Dynasty to not join the army to make achievements, but he thought about the lowest local businessman and the kind who set up street stalls.

If grandma knew the spirit of heaven, she had to use the soles of her shoes to beat him, a loser.

Go and join Li Yuan and hug Li Shimin's thighs?

This was a good decision, but it is said that a group of generals who followed Li Yuan to raise an army in Taiyuan did not become founding heroes, but became founding martyrs. In the end, they did well, and basically all Li Shimin's opponents surrendered, such as Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong and others.

In fact, Zhang Xuan didn’t know what he could do. There was no such person as Zhang Xuan in history. It seemed that Li Yuan’s subordinates did not have any counselors or generals named Zhang Xuan.

Either he is an unknown young general or a rich man. In fact, it is not bad to become a rich man. He has thousands of rich land and many wives and concubines. That was once a dream he had.

Thinking of the crowded wives and concubines, a gentle smile always appears on the corner of Zhang Xuan's mouth. I wonder what his future wife will look like, is she as well-behaved and cute as his junior sister in the past?

Zhang Xuan has been thinking about it all these days, but finally decided to join the Sui Army and get a job with half a position. After becoming Li Shimin's opponent, he would find a way to join him. He was originally a soldier, so it was natural to join the army of the Great Sui Dynasty.

More importantly, it is now ten years of great achievements, and there are only three years left before the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty. If he wants to survive in troubled times and even live better, then there is not much time left for him.

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Two more days passed. At noon that day, Zhang Xuan returned from practicing swords from the woods outside the city as usual. Since he successfully built the foundation, his range of activities has no longer been limited to neighbors, but has expanded to outside the city. He went to the woods outside the west city to practice swords every day to train speed and reactions.

Today is the third day of the first lunar month. The market outside the city opened. There were endless civilians coming out of the city to buy vegetables. The official roads were filled with various stalls selling fish and shrimps. Groups of women gathered in front of the stalls to bargain. The city gates were extremely lively, and the roads were also trampled to pieces due to the melting snow. Everyone was cautious, for fear of falling in the mud.

As the days passed, Zhang Xuan gradually got used to the life of the Sui Dynasty, and the freshness of the Sui Dynasty gradually faded. He still remembered the excitement when he first wandered around the market. Now, when he thought about it, it was indeed a bit ridiculous to ask questions himself.

He bought a water-drenched red-hearted radish for two cents, and walked leisurely towards the city gate while eating it. When he reached the city gate, his steps stopped and looked at the reward notice posted on the stone tablet.

It was a reward notice to capture Yang Xuangan. When Zhang Xuan first came to Luoyang, he saw it. He offered a reward of 5,000 taels of gold to take Yang Xuangan's head, or promoted him to the third level.

However, the last time the notice was damaged by rain, a new notice was posted today, with the content unchanged. Although it was a new bottle of old wine, it still attracted a group of people to gather around and talk loudly before the notice.

"Why can't Yang Xuangan be caught? It's been two months now!"

"It's been more than two months, three and a half months. I remember clearly that my son was born on the day Yang Xuangan was defeated, and now my son is three and a half months old.

"I heard that Yang Su has a huge treasure house. Yang Xuangan was defeated because he didn't find the treasure house. I don't know where the treasure house is, so let's look for it too!"

"The treasure house of farts, it's really your turn to have a treasure house. The emperor has already poached it."

"It's really strange. Yang Xuan felt that he was hiding where he was hiding?"

Zhang Xuan didn't find it strange. Yang Xuangan's fate was in Yuwen Shu's hands. Yuwen Shu wanted to use him to get the greatest benefit. How could he easily kill Yang Xuangan? Only three and a half months have passed, and Yuwen Shu didn't take action, which is enough to show his greed.

At this time, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from afar, and a large group of cavalry ran towards the city gate on the official road in the distance.

"My fellow villagers, please give in. The emperor's grandson has returned to Beijing. Please help me!"

The soldiers leading the way in front were quite polite, and everyone flashed to both sides of the official road. Seeing that the soldiers guarding the city no longer allowed people to enter the city, Zhang Xuan took a few steps back to the road and squeezed into the crowd.

Zhang Xuan was a little curious in his heart. Who was the emperor grandson the soldier mentioned? He asked an old man next to him, "Master, who is the emperor grandson?"

The old man looked at him up and down as if he was looking at a rare animal, "Young man, you are not from the Great Sui Dynasty, right? You don't know the emperor's grandson? Let me tell you that they are the three sons of the original prince, King Yan, King Yue, and King Dong of Yue. Our Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty will be born among them in the future. Do you remember? King Dai is still in Chang'an now, so it should be King Yan and King Yue who have returned from a trip."

"Oh! Thank you, my father-in-law."

After a moment, a brigade of cavalry surrounded two young men and galloped on horseback. They were only in their teens, wearing purple robes, jade belts, golden crowns on their heads, red lips and white teeth, and were particularly handsome, but they didn't know which one was Yang Neng and which one was Yang Tong?

Two young men tied the reins in front of the city gate. One of them pointed at the bounty notice on the stone tablet with a horse whip and said with a smile: "Brother, why don't we catch Yang Xuangan! Didn't the emperor's grandfather say that he would hide in Hongnong County?"

Another young man said angrily: "Three and a half months have passed, and Yuwen Shu can't catch Yang Xuangan. Has he really done his best? Or have he had other plans?"

"Brother, there are many people here, don't talk nonsense."

The boy was silent, and for a moment he sighed again, "Oh! I really want to catch him personally and solve the problems of the emperor's grandfather. Unfortunately, I, Yang Qing, have been born for a few years."

He shook his head, waved his whip and ran into the city gate.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Another young man hurriedly chased after him, and the brigade of cavalry quickly rushed across the suspension bridge and protected the two emperors into Luoyang City.

This kind of powerful people often happens to the city, and everyone is already familiar with it. The cavalry team disappeared, and the official roads were regained their previous liveliness, and shouts and hawking sounds were heard one after another.

Zhang Xuan stood by the roadside without moving. He stared at the notice on the stone tablet, with thoughtful eyes.

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Luoyang's layout is in the shape of a square chessboard, with high walls dividing the city into countless neighborhoods. At the same time, a Luoshui divides Luoyang into two parts. There are fifty-five fangs north of Luoyang and fifty-seven fangs south of Luoyang. Basically, the rich and poor areas are distinguished by the cheap north of the north.

Although there are small shops selling daily neighbourhoods and food, special items that are not daily can only be bought in a special market.

There are three large markets in Luoyang, commonly known as Nanshi, Beishi and Xishi. Among them, Nanshi is also called Fengdu, which is the largest market in the Sui Dynasty.

The market has a circumference of eight miles and twelve market gates. The city is divided into 120 rows, with more than 3,000 shops in total. The rare treasures are piled up like mountains, and merchants from all over the world gather here.

Sogdian merchants carrying camels everywhere in the market, carrying various goods, and can also see dark-skinned and short-skinned Japanese merchants, as well as Silla and Baekje merchants with high hats and expressionless faces.

Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year. Zhang Xuan thought that Feng Metropolis would be deserted and the shops would be closed, but to his surprise, the market was still very lively, with people rushing, and the hawking sounds in front of the shops were heard one after another.

Zhang Xuan had visited Fengdu a month ago. At that time, he had no idea of ​​buying a knife, but just wandered around. However, because he was a martial artist, he still remembered the seat where the weapon shop was.

Like all dynasties, the Great Sui Dynasty had strict restrictions on civilian weapons. Crossbows, long weapons and military horizontal swords were not allowed to be sold, only swords and ordinary bows and arrows were allowed to be sold.

But like all dynasties, this regulation only works on the surface, especially for the Sui Dynasty, which was full of war.

Perhaps because of the turbulent times, the business of the weapon store is particularly booming, and several larger stores are crowded with customers.

Zhang Xuan was still wearing the light blue long cloth gown and a bag on his shoulder. Inside was all his wealth and ten coins of money.

This is also an inconvenience in the Sui Dynasty. If you buy valuables, you either use a ox cart to pull a cart of money to the market or use gold. Although gold is not legal currency, it is generally collected by stores. After all, gold in troubled times will only become more and more valuable.

There is no ox cart or gold, so you can only buy things like Zhang Xuan, carrying dozens of pounds of Wuzhu coins.

He came to a weapon shop on the east side, and there was a large plaque hanging on the eaves, with the words "Wu De" written in a flying and phoenix.

It is this store. Zhang Xuan heard from Wang Bodang that Liu, the Wude Weapon Store in Fengdu, is a very well-informed person. Not only can he sell banned weapons privately, he can also find out some important news.

When I walked into the shop, I saw that the wall was full of various swords and bows and arrows. There were hundreds of cheap swords and swords piled up in a bracket in the middle, and everyone could choose. Next to me was a guy holding a copper stick in his hand, watching everyone's movements coldly.

Another guy who sells swords on the wall is much more enthusiastic, and it is obvious that the swords hanging on the wall are more profitable.

The shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the customer with a smile. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with his surname Liu, and he was round and fat. He often said a verbal saying, "Do you know how to write the word Wu? It's like a trait!" It seems to be redeeming his sin of selling murderous weapons.

A group of scholars were gathering around the bracket to select long swords. As the saying goes, "civil swords and martial swords". Men's swords were traditions of the Great Sui Dynasty. Especially for scholars, everyone would wear a long sword, either gorgeous or simple. The family situation of the swordsman can be seen from a long sword.

For real warriors, they rarely buy flashy long swords, and most of them buy swords that can be slashed, especially the army's horizontal swords are the most popular.

Zhang Xuan came directly to the headmaster and bowed and smiled, "Is it a shopkeeper Liu?"

"That's right!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young Master is here to buy a knife?"

His eyes were very poisonous, and he could see at first glance that Zhang Xuan was not a scholar wearing a sword. Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "The few knives over there seem to be too light. I want to buy a heavier one."

"There are some heavier ones, come with me!"

The shopkeeper took Zhang Xuan to the counter on the other side, took out a few knives, and smiled and said, "The knife is not like a sword with different weights. It has a fixed standard, usually three kilograms, five kilograms, eight kilograms and ten kilograms. If there are special requirements, you can only go to the blacksmith shop to customize it."

The shopkeeper took out eight kilograms and ten kilograms. Zhang Xuan pulled out several knives and looked at them. Although the weight of the ten kilograms is relatively good, these knives are obviously not of high quality, and bubbles can even be seen on the back of the knife, which is too far from the one that Wang Bode gave him.

He untied the knife on his waist and asked with a smile: "Is there anyone like this?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the knife in Zhang Xuan's hand and understood it immediately. It turned out that he wanted to buy a saber, so he nodded, "Please come with me!"

They walked into the inner room, which was piled with various swords and swords. The shopkeeper took out five or six horizontal knives from the box and whispered: "Young Master's knife is a military horizontal knives, and it is not allowed to be sold publicly. I have six high-quality heavy knives here, so you can pick one."

Zhang Xuan picked up a horizontal knife and gently pulled it out of the sheath. He felt that the air conditioning was shining and extremely sharp, which was indeed very different from the knife in front.

He picked out another unique horizontal knife, weighing about ten kilograms, which was very handy, with a simple and smooth style. Zhang Xuan pulled out the knife, and a cold air blew on his face. He gently stroked the cold blade and felt the sharpness of the blowing hair. He waved it a few times, and a cold light flashed in the room. It was indeed a good knife that made him love it.

The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Young Master, you have a good eye! This is one of the three thousand thousand knives made by the military weapon supervisor in the 15th year of Kaihuang. It is made of iron and is exclusive to the palace guards. I can't buy it on the market, and I only have this one."

Zhang Xuan said lightly: "That means, is this knife very expensive?"

"Look at what the young master said."

The shopkeeper made a joke, "You get what you pay for. I only sell this knife to the consignee. It was originally sold for 80 guan, but if the young master sincerely wants to buy it, it will cost 50 guan."

Zhang Xuan put down his knife and smiled, "Actually, am I here to inquire about something?"

The shopkeeper heard that he was not here to buy a knife, and he couldn't help but look disappointed on his face. He asked unhappily: "What do you want to ask for?"

Zhang Xuan whispered to him a few words, and the shopkeeper glanced at him vigilantly, pondered for a moment: "Since the young master has found me, I should also know that there are some rules here."

Zhang Xuan took out the five-single money and put it on the table. The shopkeeper shook his head. Zhang Xuan also put the last five-single money on the table, "I only have so much?"
Chapter completed!