Xiao Wuhen stood on the water gate on the south side of Chushui City, looking down at the small boats that filed out from under his feet.

This fleet is the lifeline of Chushui City. It enters the city in the morning and leaves the city at night, completing the material exchange between Chushui City and the outside world, and ensuring the production and life of tens of thousands of people in Chushui City.

The water gate of Chushui City is three feet high and two feet wide. There is a high wooden platform on the left and right sides. The high platforms are connected by a wooden bridge. There is a big copper bell on the wooden bridge. Once it rings, the whole city will know.

A water gate made of fine iron lies across the waterway and is connected to a winch on the wooden bridge by a cable. Once the winch loosens the iron gate and falls, the water gate will be completely sealed and no ship can cross it.

There are two guardhouses on the left and right next to the water gate for the city guards to rest and station. The guardhouse is connected to the ladder climbing the high platform by a trestle. There are two guards on the left and right high platforms to stand guard, three people on the left and right trestles on duty, and four guards on the left and right.

On standby, there are 18 people in a team, rotating in three shifts every day. A total of twelve wind lanterns are burning in the guardhouse, trestle and high platform, illuminating the city gate at night as bright as day.

Xiao Wuhen carefully examined every cargo ship leaving the city, and suddenly pointed at the thirty-fourth ship among them and said, "There is something wrong with this ship."

Xue Wuchen, who was standing next to her, was reminded by her and found that this ship indeed had a deeper draft than other ships, so he quickly shouted "Stop the ship"

The soldiers of Chushui City pulled the winch and the iron gate slowly lowered.

Xu Wuchen jumped onto the boat and asked, "What's in the box?"

The boatman looked confused and said, "Newly spun cotton thread."

"Cotton thread can't draft water so deep." Xiao Wuhen also jumped onto the boat and kicked open the lid of the wooden box, but he couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief.

There was a person curled up in the box, but it was not the Lanqiao Tangli and others they were looking for, but Xiao Xi'er who was tied up with a big headband and a brocade handkerchief stuffed in her mouth.

"Chushui City is heavily guarded. How did Senior Sister Tang get in?" Lan Qiao asked in the bamboo tower of the ancestral hall where Lan Ruohai's portrait was hung.

Tang Li first glanced at Hua Feng, who was lying on the side adjusting his breathing, and explained, "There was a fire in the city, and I swam in while the city gate guards weren't paying attention. Then I heard the sound of fighting and found you."

She glanced at Hua Feng with both pity and resentment, her expression full of tenderness.

Hua Feng coughed twice, smiled dryly and said to Lan Qiao, "You chose your hiding place well, it's dark under the lamp." He didn't dare to look directly into Tang Li's eyes, and was about to say another joke, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.

I couldn't help but moan.

"Brother Feng" Tang Li saw Hua Feng's face covered in cold sweat, and leaned next to him with concern and said, "What on earth have they done to you?"

"It's the God's Palm of Fire." Hua Feng finally waited until the pain subsided a little, and his chest heaved violently and said, "Zuo Dao did it himself, and a stream of his energy is still rushing through my meridians, and it's getting stronger and stronger.

A growing trend.”

Tang Li's body trembled, and her usually calm jade face immediately began to twitch, as if she was holding back tears.

Lan Qiao remembered that Feng Yueming and Zhu Xuan mentioned Zuo Dao's martial arts, saying that he was inspired by the White Lotus Secret Sutra and created Huang Shalangri's inner strength and mental method, which further evolved into the two methods of Fiery Yang Dao Technique and Fiery Divine Palm.

Showing his domineering martial arts, he still said with fear, "If Senior Sister Tang hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid all three of us would have been spared."

Bai Xueyin noticed that something was wrong with Tang Li's expression and asked, "What's so special about this Fiery God's Palm?"

Tang Li's expression darkened, and he took a deep breath and said, "People only know that Zuo Dao's famous skill is the Fiery Sun Sword Technique, but they don't know that his Fiery Divine Palm is even more terrifying. His palm contains a strange and extremely powerful energy.

It can be planted on the victim like fire poison. This kind of true energy will not slowly diminish over time, but will continue to eat up the life energy of the victim and strengthen itself. Unless Zuo Dao or Zuo Zhan uses the same kind of poison,

Suppress the true energy, otherwise this part of the true energy that is deeply embedded in the body will explode regularly, and the attacks will be extremely painful, and life would be worse than death."

Lan Qiao suddenly said, "No wonder Zuo Dao printed a palm on Brother Hua's back. It seems he wanted to use this as a blackmail to force Brother Hua to reveal the details of our actions in Yueyang."

Hua Feng said in a weak voice, "I didn't tell them anything." After saying that, he smiled proudly, but immediately grinned in pain.

"Stop talking, I know." Tang Li comforted Hua Feng and continued, "Zuo Dao relied on this unique skill to make hundreds of heroes bow to him. His Penglai Pavilion was also built because of this.

Things developed rapidly. Even though Junior Brother and Marquis Wenchang and others burned Penglai Pavilion at the beginning of the year, as soon as the poison in the bodies of the escaped murderers broke out, they still had to return to Zuo's father and son and accept their orders."

Bai Xueyin's expression changed after hearing this, "This is too vicious. If everyone is at the mercy of the Zuo family and his son, wouldn't they be able to do whatever they want?"

Tang Li said solemnly, "Not to mention ordinary martial arts masters, even Master Song from our Huashan sect died unyieldingly because he was struck by Zuo Dao's Fiery Divine Palm."

"It's the Zen sword Song Ting, which is as famous as Master Murong." Bai Xueyin lost her voice and said, "There are rumors in the world that Senior Song died mysteriously, but it turned out to be related to Zuo Dao."

Tang Li sighed, "Uncle Song is better at cultivating the mind than swordsmanship, and his martial arts skills are not inferior to those of his masters. Some even say that with his potential, he might become the next Heavenly Sword Shen Xinliu. It's a pity that Uncle Song was plotted by a villain, and the battle in Huainan ended."

One man and one sword faced the eighteen masters of the Qionglou Society, including Zuo Dao and the three elders, and were ultimately defeated by Zuo Dao's fierce fire palm."

Hua Feng seemed to be in better spirits. Hearing this, he said, "This Fire God's Palm is not fatal in the short term. It is to force those who are attacked to be at their mercy. How could Uncle Song be willing to endure such humiliation? He jumped off a cliff and committed suicide on the spot."

Already."

Bai Xueyin said anxiously, "Now they must want to know the whereabouts of An Yixin."

Hua Feng smiled and said, "Fortunately, Mr. Leng didn't tell me. I really don't know, otherwise I might have done it."

Tang Libai glanced at him and said, "If you're hurt like this, just say less."

"Okay, okay, okay, you and Bai Nuxia go to the back first." Hua Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Let's see who else is there in this ancestral hall besides worshiping Uncle Lan."

Tang Li said warily, "What do you want to do if you deliberately separate me and Junior Sister Bai?"

"Can't you just pee?" Hua Feng yelled, "You two girls are here, I can't pee."

Bai Xueyin's face turned red. She stood up first and walked into the second room behind Lan Ruohai's portrait.

There were two altar tables in the room that she entered. Tang Li followed her over. The two women looked up and saw a portrait behind each of the two altar tables. One of them was of an honorable man in rich clothes, and the other

One picture shows a dignified young woman. This young woman has wide cheekbones. Although she is not ugly, she is barely of average appearance. Her facial features are somewhat similar to those of the noble man next to her in fine clothes.

The two portraits, like Waijin Lan Ruohai's portrait, do not have any text annotations, nor do they have corresponding tablets for the deceased. There is only a small incense burner on the altar table for people to pay homage to.

Bai Xueyin was confused and guessed, "Are these two people An Xiaohan's parents?"

Tang Li pondered for a long time, then pointed to the noble man on the left who was wearing rich clothes and said, "I have an impression of this man. He seems to be the general who led the Northern Expedition, Duke Lan Yu of Liang State."

Bai Xueyin was startled and said, "Could it be that this Chu Shuicheng has something to do with Lan Yu?"

Tang Li shook her head to express her ignorance, and the two women walked into the deepest room of the ancestral hall.

There are three altar tables at this entrance, with three portraits hanging on each. In the middle and on the left are generals wearing armor and holding swords, and on the right is another beautiful beauty.

Of course, Bai Xueyin didn't know these three people, so she asked Tang Li, "Do you recognize any of them? These people should be the founders of Chushui City. They all seem to be military generals who led troops."
Chapter completed!