For a time, there was silence on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and no one dared to make trouble.

Someone was sitting nearby on the ground, in a stoic posture.

When the hour comes tomorrow, they will be the first to board the flower boat.

There are also people who cannot stand the loneliness after all, so they put away their wallets, collect their mood, and prepare to leave.

The Qinhuai River is not flowing smoothly, so we can only settle for the next best thing and go to Zuixin Tower for a day of fun.

Amid the chaos, crowds of people surged, each going his own way.

The two door gods and generals had a clear view of everyone's reactions, and the ridicule on their faces was unconcealed...a group of courageous and brainless rats! Useless trash! A happy person who has made no contribution to the Wei Dynasty!

Besides drinking and playing with women, what else can they do?

If he hadn't been reincarnated well and had two stinky money in his pocket, let alone coming to Qinhuai River to have fun, even having enough food and clothing would be a problem.

Although they are the gatekeepers of flower boats, they still have the pride of warriors in their hearts.

I usually criticize the playboys who come here to have fun and hang out with women all day long.

Today, I saw that even though everyone was furious and full of anger that they were not allowed to board the ship, they still had a cowardly attitude of daring to be angry but not speaking out because of the mysterious background of the Qinhuai River. This made the two door gods Wufu even more suspicious of everyone here.

Deeper contempt.

Shaking their heads, they sneered twice and prepared to close the door to the curtain again.

But I didn't expect that someone would still stop me this time.

"etc!"

A clear and proud voice suddenly sounded among the noise that was gradually dying down.

With a hint of unruliness and a hint of forcefulness, he attracted everyone's attention.

The two door god warriors turned around slowly, their eyebrows were downcast, and their indifferent expressions were a bit surprised...Huh? Could it be that they had made a mistake? Among these playboys who had been hollowed out by wine and sex, there was such a person.

A brave man who is not afraid of death?

Or is he just an ignorant and fearless idiot?

As far as the eye can see, two figures are approaching.

Judging from the black uniforms they were wearing, they must all be officials of the writing staff.

Seeing these two door gods, the martial arts men sneered even more... It is said that the most famous rule in the yamen is that women are not allowed, but just before dawn, a gold medalist came, saying that he came to investigate the case, but this Qinhuai River

What kind of cases can be found on the flower boat?

It’s nothing more than using the pretext of investigating a case to find a woman!

The two goalkeepers were quite disdainful of this, and wanted to stop him, but seeing that the opponent had a gold medal on the seventh floor, and his strength and status were quite impressive, they had no choice but to let him in.

But what's going on with these two guys coming now?

The man currently carries a heavy sword on his back, and hangs a deliberately exposed silver medal on his waist... Wait! Silver medal? Could it be that he thought he could board the ship even with a silver medal hanging on his waist? This is too whimsical!

Wu Fu sneered and looked at him coldly again. This look was incredible. The eyes of the two of them instantly became a little solemn... He was actually a sword cultivator who had climbed to the sixth floor! It's interesting! It seems that the writer is not in vain!

A silver medal on the sixth floor is rare.

It’s just that the silver medal’s expression is too arrogant!

He looked up to the sky with an unruly expression, his eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and he exuded what could be said to be the most arrogant aura they had ever seen.

While walking, his arms did not move. Although the sword was not in his hand, the palm of his hand held an extremely powerful and sharp sword.

Even the two door gods with peak martial arts cultivation on the fifth floor found them not easy to offend.

As for the other writer, they just glanced at it and automatically ignored it... The cultivation level on the second floor is weak, maybe he is just a follower, right?

While thinking about it, Yinpai from the sixth floor had already walked to the flower boat door with his followers from the second floor.

The two door gods adjusted their minds and turned around to face each other without any panic.

Although the sword cultivators on the sixth floor are strong, they are far from qualified if they want to run wild in the Qinhuai River.

Therefore, the aloof look on their faces did not weaken by the arrival of the two pen writers. Instead, they developed an inexplicable competitive mentality because of the Sixth Floor Sword Intention that the other party deliberately revealed.

One of the doorkeepers stepped forward and directly stretched out his hand to stop the writer's progress, "Sorry, we are full today, please come again tomorrow!"

There is a hint of provocation in the calmness.

"Haha, you two are polite. The two of us are here today not to drink and listen to music, but to handle a case. Please make it a convenience."

The sword cultivator on the sixth floor shook the silver medal around his waist, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I'm coming from the pen holder. You two should have noticed, right?"

After speaking, he looked around and saw that the eyes of everyone on both sides of the Qinhuai River had fallen here, with doubts and shocks, as well as a trace of indescribable unknown emotions.

I couldn't help but burst out in anger, thinking that it was rare for me to be able to show my spiritual light in front of so many people today, so it was not in vain for me to be shameless and follow Zai Feng after he got up.

He smiled softly, then looked away, deliberately assuming a chic and calm posture. Without waiting for the two door gods to respond, he said to the little follower behind him, "Feng Qi, let's go in."

The low tone instantly filled her lips.

But as soon as he took a step forward, two cold voices that sounded at the same time pulled him back from his own world, "Please stay!"

"Um?"

The sword cultivator on the sixth floor slowly raised his head, looked at the two door gods in front of him who did not give way, and asked, "What's going on?"

The door god said coldly, "I think I have made it very clear just now, the flower boat will not accept guests today, no matter who you are, there will be no exception."

The condescending posture is enough to be domineering.

"You don't know me?"

The sword cultivator on the sixth floor didn't care. His demeanor remained undiminished and his tone remained calm at first.

"Didn't ask for advice?"

The door god twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling superficially but not smiling at all.

"I am the leader of the writing team, Leng Changkong!"

Naturally, the visitor is the King of Persuasion. When he first came here, he wanted to keep a low profile, but when he saw the crowd, he couldn't help but want to show off.

I expected that given my reputation, the two doormen in front of the flower boat would give me a bit of a thumbs-down.

So he was in a good mood, and he motioned to little brother Fengqi behind him to relax, saying that he was there and nothing would happen.

While looking at the two door gods, he continued, "I think you should have heard my story."

"I've heard of it, of course I've heard of it. Leng Changkong, who is brave and reckless, is indeed quite famous among the writers."

The two door gods did not give King Ji any face, "But so what? The rules of the Qinhuai River are here, is there any exception for you?"

As soon as he said these words, King Bi's expression finally changed.

Became humiliated, hesitant, and at a loss.

Becoming confused, uneasy, and at a loss as to what to do.

I have a silver medal as a writer, and I am a sword cultivator on the sixth floor, but it is not easy to use it in this small Qinhuai River?

He saw the disdain in the eyes of the two door gods, so naked and uncovered... How dare the two guard dogs look down on him?

At the same time, he also heard the laughter gradually coming from both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Harsh and distinct.

Like a thousand swords piercing his heart, his inherent pride and anger were riddled with holes.

Under the sun, Leng Changkong took a deep breath, and slowly clenched his fists. The sword fell from between his fingers, sharp and killing.

No one can stop him from showing off, no one!

If there is, then the other party will definitely no longer be a person, but will be the soul of his dead sword.

After a moment of silence, his right hand slowly went behind his back and touched the heavy sword.

The moment the palm of the hand made contact with the hilt of the sword, it became even sharper, and a somewhat manic sword breath spread out from the scabbard.

"Listen to what you mean, you are not going to give Mr. Leng this face today."

The forced king looked straight ahead, his attitude of standing coldly was indeed somewhat of a master's demeanor.

The meaning of killing is very strong.

The jeers around him faded.

No matter how ill-informed those swingers are, they can still sense at this moment that the aggressive writer Yinmai is an out-and-out master of swordsmanship.

The two goalkeepers' eyes were solemn, and they took a step back at the same time, instantly assuming a defensive posture.

"It's not that I won't give it, it's that you simply don't have the face."

The door god said coldly, "If the writer had a gold medal here, we might still be able to discuss it, but since you only have a silver medal, we won't have time to entertain you."

It’s clear that you look down on the King of Forces!

The gatekeeper of the Qinhuai River is crazy!…The crowds around him started talking again, mixed with gloating comments, “The author can go in and out of any place in the Wei Dynasty at will on the pretext of investigating cases, and he has already developed an arrogance that is unparalleled.

Temper, but this time it can be regarded as a tough encounter!"
To be continued...