After muttering something to himself, the old man felt a creepy feeling in vain.
But before he could fully appreciate it, the feeling that he might lose his life at any time retreated in vain.
Reaching out to wipe away the cold sweat on his back, the old man glanced at Jiang Xuan again.
Seeing that he was still standing on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his hands, the old man stretched out his fingers to make another gesture.
But before he could finish the gesture, he felt a chill descending from the sky and filling his tailbone.
After shivering, the old man glanced at Jiang Xuan with silky eyes, and then whispered:
"Do you know Miss Kansai?"
Looking back at the old man who felt something was wrong, Jiang Xuan touched his chin and said thoughtfully:
"Xiguan Fudi, those rich ladies from wealthy families?"
"The master is very knowledgeable."
"I thought the master was a foreigner and didn't know this."
After praising Jiang Xuan, the old man continued:
"Miss Xiguan, you are talking about those wealthy daughters who live in the mansion of Xiguan House."
"You can ask around, which one of those Xiguan ladies is not well-educated, knowledgeable in etiquette, charming and charming?"
"In addition, her family is wealthy and she always has an envoy and a maid to take care of her. She is truly a lady of the family."
"Let me tell you, I gave Miss Liu's third daughter a ride a few days ago."
"Hey, with that look and figure, you really look back and smile."
As he spoke, the old man smacked his lips, as if he was recalling the appearance of the third lady of the Liu family.
After a while, seeing Jiang Xuan unmoved, the old man continued:
"There are countless wealthy businessmen in Xiguan, Guangzhou, and there are also countless beautiful ladies from Xiguan."
"But if we say the one with the most beautiful appearance, it must be the eldest daughter of the Pan family, Pan Mei."
"But the sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortune and fortune. Although the Pan family has all the money and power, how can they withstand natural disasters and man-made disasters?"
"On the morning of July 13, 2015, the tide suddenly rose like a drum. When countless people woke up from the water, a catastrophe was already approaching."
"The water rushed down, crossed the dike, rose to the knees, soaked the door lintels, and broke down the house walls."
"Houses in the slums collapsed in pieces. In the Pantang area alone, more than 50% to 60% of the houses collapsed."
"The fleeing people gathered in the open space of the temple and on the top of the high hill. They were in shock."
"People who had no time to escape to higher ground hid in trees and rooftops."
"In short, when the flood comes, all living beings will wait."
"Even if there are legendary monks who come to save lives and injuries, there are still countless people swept away by the flood."
Having said this, the old man looked at Jiang Xuan again and saw that he was still unmoved. He couldn't help but grab two oars and left deep fingerprints on them.
"Speaking of floods alone, naturally they will not destroy a wealthy mansion like the Pan family."
"After all, mansions and ordinary poor people's houses are both called houses, but they are not the same thing."
"But there is a way of saying that water and fire are ruthless."
"At about 4 p.m. on the 13th, when the water was coming in, a store caught fire in Thirteenth Street, Xiguan."
"It just so happened that the rain stopped and the wind picked up at this time, and the fire spread quickly."
"What's even more unfortunate is that Tongxing Street next to No. 13 Street happens to be a commercial street selling kerosene, gasoline, and foreign candles."
"After the fire spread to Tongxing Street, it became even more out of control."
"Kerosene boxes all over the street exploded in the fire, and the kerosene carried flames flying everywhere in the flood."
"Wherever the oil reached, houses were set on fire."
"The flames even spread across the 100-meter-wide Pearl River and burned the boats and houses on the riverside in Henan."
"I was still young at that time, and I happened to follow my grandmother up the mountain to worship Mazu, and I happened to escape a disaster."
"When I was on the mountain, I saw thousands of houses reduced to ashes in the sea of fire, and I also saw countless victims taking shelter on the roofs of buildings screaming in the fire. Finally, unable to bear the pain of the burning fire, I jumped into the
The rolling floods buried him in the land of Ze."
"The fire kept burning and burning until finally there was nothing left to burn, and it stopped in the early morning of the 15th."
"However, the fire stopped in the early morning of the 15th, but the flood slowly receded on the 18th."
"According to statistics afterwards, the fire burned 25 streets, destroyed nearly 3,000 shops, and killed more than 10,000 people."
"These are only those who died in the fire, not those who died in the flood."
"As for how many people died in the flood?"
When the old man said this, he took out the pipe from his waist, lit it, took a puff, and then shook his head:
"There are too many to count."
Seeing the 'old man' smoking a big cigarette by himself, Jiang Xuan frowned, flicked his sleeves and directly used magic power to break his pipe:
"I also heard a little bit about the floods and fires in Guangzhou City, but what does this have to do with the eldest daughter of the Pan family?"
The ‘old man’ looked at the pipe with only one third left in his hand and smiled, then continued:
"The Pan family is in Thirteenth Line. The fire started from Thirteenth Line. How can the Pan family be fine?"
"The old lady of the Pan family and several maids were drowned by the flood. The master and the eldest young master of the Pan family were burned to death because they entered the house to save money during the fire."
"Only the eldest daughter of the Pan family was left. The second daughter was pulled up to the tree by a rope. The fire did not spread. After two days and one night of starvation, her life was saved."
"But if a big family only gives birth to two pretty and lovely girls, how can it be okay in this cannibalistic city of Guangzhou?"
"The eldest daughter, Pan Mei, has attended a private school for ten years and is good at reciting poems and writing poems. Her younger sister, Pan Jiao, is clever and beautiful, and is good at playing, playing and singing."
"No, just two days after the fire, the two of them were targeted by human traffickers and sold into a semi-private relationship under smooth talk."
"Sir, do you know what semi-privacy is?"
Jiang Xuan nodded when he heard this:
"Banshiming, also called Banmaizi, is a unique prostitute village in Guangzhou."
"It's just that it's different from the kind of prostitute village that puts up a lot of publicity and has a signboard. It's semi-private and has no signboard. The door is half-opened and only receives 'distinguished guests.'"
"Master knows his stuff."
Looking at Jiang Xuan meaningfully, the old man continued:
"How can it be okay for two pretty women to enter a place of semi-privacy?"
"Beating and scolding, kneeling in front of the audience, putting bricks on the head, and wooden donkeys, there is always one thing that the former rich lady couldn't bear."
"Soon after, Pan Mei changed her name to Xi Wen, and Pan Jiao changed her name to Guijuan, and they picked up the guests half-privately."
When Jiang Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but frowned:
"The floods and fires that struck Guangzhou can indeed be described as tragic, and the suffering of the two sisters of the Pan family can also be described as pitiful."
"But it doesn't matter if I say it harshly, right?"
"Old man, I haven't finished speaking yet. Why are you so anxious?"
After tapping half of the pipe in his hand, the old man who had already reached the middle section of the Pearl River simply threw away the oar and lay down on his back at the stern:
"The master is well-informed. He should know that monks have been pursued by people all over the world since the pre-Qin period, right?"
Seeing Jiang Xuan nod, the old man continued:
"There are good and bad people, and there are also good and evil among monks."
"Not long after the great disaster in Guangzhou City, evil cultivators came at night and wanted to take the countless corpses in the mass graves to practice and sacrifice to evil spirits."
"It's a pity that the righteous people have long known the nature of the evil cultivators, so they have already laid a dragnet around the mass graves. The evil cultivators are destined to fall into the trap themselves."
"But evil cultivators are evil cultivators after all."
"Although he was defeated by the righteous path, the righteous path did not leave the evil cultivator behind in the end and let him run away."
"Master, can you guess the next story?"
Turn around and lower your head.
Looking at the old man who seemed to be a bit charming in every move, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"The evil cultivator hid in Guangzhou City after being injured. He accidentally came to Banshiming, and then discovered the Pan sisters in Banshiming."
"Perhaps there is something special about the Pan sisters. In the end, they were targeted by evil cultivators, and then they were sacrificed and turned into evil ghosts."
"But the evil cultivator still underestimated the power of the Pan sisters after they turned into evil ghosts, and were eventually killed by the two sisters?"
"In addition, because of the resentment in their hearts, the two sisters should have killed the people in their semi-private lives after attacking the evil cultivators, the traffickers who sold them, and the prostitutes who had patronized them."
"They even caused a riot in Guangzhou City because of the bloodthirsty thoughts in their hearts, but they were eventually sealed by the strong?"
As Jiang Xuan finished speaking, the 'old man' lying on his back at the stern of the boat suddenly let out a charming laugh:
"The master is only half right."
"The only one who was transformed by evil cultivators was my sister Pan Mei."
"As for Pan Jiao, her soul was extracted and refined by evil cultivators, and she was made into a great medicine to make up for Pan Mei's shortcomings."
"And after Pan Mei counterattacked the evil cultivator, it caused trouble not only in Guangzhou City, but also in the entire land of China."
At this point, there was suddenly no wind or waves on the Pearl River, and the bright sunshine was obscured by thick clouds.
"On that day I drained all the water from the East China Sea, carried endless will-o'-the-wisps, flooded the land thousands of miles away with sea water, and burned endless creatures to death with will-o'-the-wisps."
"China can only struggle under my majesty."
"On that day, countless lives were lost and injured in China."
"Tell me, am I fierce or not?"
Listening to the layered sounds coming from his ears, looking at the old man at the stern of the boat who had turned into a graceful woman, Jiang Xuan shook his head and stretched out his right hand, waving it casually a few times.
The next moment, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sun shone on the river again.
The old man is still an old man, and the boat has already crossed two-thirds of the Pearl River.
It's just that the boat can't move forward at this moment.
Because there were six ships that were two-thirds larger than the small boat, they had already tightly surrounded the small boat. There were strong men with dragon tattoos on those six boats, drawing out their hidden swords and looking at Jiang Xuan like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Sir, how are you thinking about it?"
"It is better to hand over the money you have than to lose your life."
"As long as you hand over your money and take off this robe, we will let you get off the boat and swim over by yourself."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a roar of laughter from those strong men.
It seems that in their perception, it is very interesting to see rich people being stripped naked and swimming in the river.
Jiang Xuan just glanced at the old man indifferently, and then lowered his head to look at the increasingly deep Pearl River:
"You say you are fierce, but how fierce are you?"
"You said you flooded China thousands of miles away, but you can't say that China was disaster-free. Even the small city of Guangzhou is still prosperous."
"Everything in the world seems not worthy of what you say?"
When the old man saw Jiang Xuan talking to himself, he couldn't help but feel frightened.
But after looking around the calm Pearl River, he still felt a sudden change in his heart and waved to the strong men:
"Pretend to be a ghost and play tricks on him."
"Be careful not to kill him. If you sell this look to the Feng Guan, it will be worth a lot of money."
As the old man finished speaking, three strong men immediately crossed the side of the ship, trying to land on the small boat where Jiang Xuan was.
Jiang Xuan, who had already figured out the status of 'Pan Mei', couldn't help but shook his head, "It turns out that it was sealed."
"I just said, why do you feel something is wrong?"
"However, a trace of power can already be revealed through the seal. I think it won't take long to break the seal."
"But what makes me curious is that you are probably the strongest in this world. Who can seal you?"
"Or are you sealed by a strong man from another parallel world?"
"I don't know how many Chinese lands there are in the world you live in."
As he sighed, a black peach staff appeared in Jiang Xuan's hand.
He stretched out his hand and tapped the deck with his peach stick, and the three figures jumping over the side of the ship and heading toward Jiang Xuan were immediately frozen in mid-air.
Turning his head and looking at the old man whose eyes were full of fear but unable to speak or move, Jiang Xuan flicked the peach staff with his fingers:
"They were carrying people across the river, but they were hijacked along the way. They even sold the passengers to Fenglou to work as ducks."
"Why, are you so sure that you won't encounter ghosts when walking at night?"
Walking to the old man again and patting his shoulder, Jiang Xuan suddenly shook his head:
"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll curse you with endless descendants for generations to come."
After saying that, Jiang Xuan raised his spade staff and knocked on the deck twice:
"Curse, blood marriage, souls scattered, corpses turned into ashes."
As Jiang Xuan finished speaking, circles of black ripples that could not be seen by ordinary people spread out in all directions with the spade staff in Jiang Xuan's hand as the center.
After a while, another breeze swept across the land of China with Jiang Xuan as the center.
As the breeze blew by, the old man standing at the stern and the three strong men who were frozen in mid-air, with expressions that seemed to be laughing and despair in their eyes, all turned into handfuls of flying ash and scattered between the sky and the earth.
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In addition, this invisible breeze also circulates across the land of China through the connections of blood and in-laws, blowing all the people cursed by Jiang Xuan into fly ash.
Of course, Jiang Xuan didn't curse him as long as he had a trace of blood connection, nor did he curse Jiang Xuan if he didn't have a trace of blood connection.
There are four words for blood in-laws.
Blood is the bond, blood is the inheritance, education is the inheritance, marriage is marriage, and relatives are close friends.
Using blood in-laws as a curse curses those who know what these people do and benefit from it.
Under the path of curses, Jiang Xuan does not worry about cursing any truly good people to death.
After casually cursing these river bandits to death, Jiang Xuan turned his attention to the seal at the bottom of the Pearl River.
There is no doubt that Pan Mei, who has turned into a demon and is extremely close to the Fusion Way, is the most powerful existence in this Chinese state.
Then why she was sealed at the bottom of the Pearl River is a matter worth exploring.