The first ray of sunlight in the morning was like a thousand swords of red light, tearing the smoke that shrouded the river into countless holes, and streaks of blood-colored light swept past with the momentum of a horse. Suddenly, in the river, in the fog
, you can see the dazzling and gorgeous red light in the mountains, it is extremely beautiful.
After a night of tossing, Li Xiaoyao and Ye Yinfeng were extremely exhausted. They left Hezhou City early and waited at the ferry by the river. Looking at the bustling crowd inside the city gate, they were shocked.
It was a lively and peaceful place, with their hopes for future life and their clothes soaked in the morning flowing in an endless stream.
Standing on the ferry port, I looked at the wisps of river mist that shuttled like sword rays. They were hazy, rising and falling, layer upon layer, or the mist curled up after being torn open by the morning sun.
Like a graceful fairy soaring into the sky, the foggy scenery is beautiful and the river surface is beautiful, but the people are not so beautiful.
"Did you say that the man who sold candied haws last night was a killer of the Thorny Sky Alliance?" Ye Yinfeng felt the dried up energy in his body and couldn't help but ask the fat Taoist priest next to him. The battle last night was so thrilling that
They were forced to concentrate all their true energy in that move, and then they could kill him, but the price was that the true energy in their bodies was like a gossamer, and they still can't recover even now. Although they returned to the inn again
During the period, no matter how much he adjusted his breath and meditated, he could no longer gather any bit of true energy, and he felt a lingering fear in his heart.
Even though Ye Yinfeng had broken through the realm of the Three Pure Ones, he was exhausted physically and mentally after this battle. His sluggish Dantian could no longer lift any true energy. The last sword seemed to have wiped out all the true energy in his body.
It was all drained. He even felt that it would be impossible to return to his heyday without meditating for more than ten days.
But Li Xiaoyao couldn't see any clues, because he was not like Ye Yinfeng at all, his expression was only a little tired, but his aura was still as majestic as the sea, making it difficult to tell the depth. He looked fat and fat.
The pair of small, bean-like little ones on his cheeks are still bright and bright, but the cheeks that used to be as rosy as jade are now a little pale.
Who knows what level of cultivation this fat Taoist priest has reached, even Ye Yinfeng can't find out the reason. This fat Taoist priest hides it too deeply, which makes Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but curse in his heart. Fortunately, this fat Taoist priest
He is not his own enemy, otherwise, he would be tricked to death by the other party without even knowing it.
"Yes, and no." Li Xiaoyao's answer was very unclear. His answer made Ye Yinfeng stunned. Of course he was not satisfied with such an answer, "What do you mean?",
Ye Yinfeng asked again. He didn't want to believe that the fat Taoist priest didn't know. The fat Taoist priest who was known as a know-it-all didn't even know this, so what was waiting for him was just a mockery from Ye Yinfeng.
"Yes and no, it's that simple." Li Xiaoyao's answer almost made Ye Yinfeng spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Do you think the view in the heart of the river is better last night or at this time? It's full of sunshine and foggy at the same time, the same people, the same place." Li Xiaoyao suddenly made a vague suggestion.
Ye Yinfeng couldn't answer the question for a while.
After thinking for a while, Ye Yinfeng replied firmly: "Yesterday and tonight were better."
"Oh, why, I think this one looks better now. It's just that you and I have different starting points. Just like your question just now, you are concerned about whether he is a killer of the 'Assassin's Sky Alliance', but I am concerned about
What’s more, that Xiao Liuzi may really be in trouble.”
"You said that the man selling candied haws on a stick was a killer from the 'Striking Sky Alliance', but he wasn't targeting us, so who was he targeting?" Ye Yinfeng didn't pay much attention to what Li Xiaoyao said next.
The first thing that came to his mind was that the middle-aged man selling candied haws last night gave him a feeling of too much danger, and he appeared in a situation where they had no ability to resist. Although they ran away like bereaved dogs, if that person
Even if they were pursued, it would be impossible for them to escape.
"I don't know." Li Xiaoyao stared blankly at the river and muttered two words. He, who had always been cynical, felt absent-minded at the moment, which made Ye Yinfeng feel very strange.
"Fat Taoist priest, why did you stand aside and have fun after killing the old watchman last night? You couldn't have used some secret method and you no longer have the strength to fight." Ye Yinfeng once asked the fat Taoist priest this question.
Many times, but every time he was put off by the fat Taoist priest. Now that he saw him being serious for once, he couldn't help but bring up this issue again.
"You also said, why didn't we escape when we met those two Thousand Sword Killers last night? With our two quick skills, it would not be easy to escape." Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyao immediately jumped up and stretched out his hand.
The chubby hands rushed towards Ye Yinfeng like claws and teeth. At the same time, Ye Ye Yinfeng was stunned and did not expect that the fat Taoist priest who was serious just now was acting like a rogue now, being very slippery and difficult to deal with.
Yes, why has he never thought about this problem? When he met those killers, his subconscious was to fight and fight with the opponent. Even if he was killed by the opponent, he would not hesitate. If he couldn't fight, he would run away. This problem
He had never thought about it, and he felt a little strange.
"Wait a minute, I discovered a major problem." Seeing that the fat Taoist priest's fat hand was about to fall on Ye Yinfeng, he suddenly became wise and Ye Yinfeng shouted loudly. Suddenly, the fat Taoist priest's hand let go
It was frozen in mid-air.
"When did you not bring your fly whisk with you?" Ye Yinfeng's words echoed in the still morning sunlight, but his figure fled out like a rabbit, and the blue shadow flashed towards the merchant ship.
And left. Only the fat Taoist priest, who was messy in the mist and morning wind, was left pondering the meaning of these words for a long time.
After being tricked by the other party, Li Xiaoyao suddenly jumped up, and his fat body chased that figure without any slowness. His figure was as fast as a cheetah. The wisps of light mist were unable to be moved by him.
, leaving only dumbfounded pedestrians looking at the strange pair of teenagers.
After finally escaping to the deck of the merchant ship, Ye Yinfeng felt the wind behind his head. He subconsciously made a mistake with his feet and barely escaped the fat Taoist priest who rushed towards him. Before he could fully relax, he
With that tone, unexpectedly, his eyes flashed, and he hit him hard in the chest with a punch.
With a bang, Ye Yinfeng felt that his body was light, like a flying white crane. It should not be a light blue crane. Fortunately, his body fell on the deck and did not hit his vitals.
Ye Yinfeng stood up in embarrassment. He opened his mouth to curse, but he didn't say a word because he found that there was a strong infuriating energy in his body. That strong infuriating energy
The qi flowed freely in his body like a clear spring, making his body's meridians feel comfortable for a while. The true qi in his body passed through his body for a week before flowing into his Dantian.
With a bang, his Dantian felt as if it had been exploded, arousing the three tiny vortices and trembling for a while. It was like dry spring buds encountering the spring rain that moistens the heart, greedily sucking the strong infuriating energy.
Ye Yinfeng immediately sat cross-legged, secretly using the Taiqing formula to circulate the true energy from his Dantian to the three depleted vortexes.
After a few breaths, the strong zhenqi was like a medicine guide, driving the three tiny vortices in his Dantian. The thin and silky zhenqi trickled out from the three vortices again, filling him up in an instant.
It entered his Dantian, and the true energy in his body began to enrich again like an enlightenment.
Abandoning all distracting thoughts, Ye Yinfeng sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation. He channeled the true energy in his body over and over again, flowing through his own meridians again and again, and that strong true energy
The Qi gradually merged into his own Qi, and his body was once again filled with the endless Qi.
"Thank you, Fat Taoist." Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao stood side by side, standing tall on the bow of the ship. When he woke up from the meditative state, the merchant ship had already set sail, shuttled through the heavy
In the mist, there was no one else on the deck except him and the fat Taoist priest. Not even the captain of the ship could see him.
And the old man in commoner clothes who met him had never been seen. It seems that he and the little girl named Xiaoru had been staying in the private room in the cabin and did not want to come out.
The large merchant ship seemed like just the two of them. On the large river, except for the layers of smoke, there was only a sailboat. On the quiet river, white mist curled up, and there was a faint sound of cranes.
The chirping sound, bathed in the golden sunlight, wanted to break through the heavy white fog and soar towards the sky.
The warm winter sun, the cold river wind, and the gray scenery can be seen everywhere. Merchant ships set sail and sail down the river. The gray scenery begins to become clearer, and the edges of both sides of the bank gradually begin to look a little clearer.
green.
At this time, the winter sun began to stagger to the other side of the sky like a drunken lazy man, with its red cheeks spurting out the blood-red burning smell of alcohol.
A majestic city in the distance suddenly appeared in front of you. Looking from the river, you can see countless eaves flying in the corners, looking particularly spectacular and majestic in the bloody setting sun.
There was a commotion on the merchant ship, and the guests staying in the cabin all moved to the deck. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Even Li Xiaoyao, who had been calm all the way, had a look in his eyes.
The strange light made the blush on her cheeks look particularly dazzling.
On the other hand, Ye Yinfeng looked calm. He raised his eyes and tried to see through the magnificent city through the green river. However, his vision was limited after all, and he could only see the tip of the iceberg, making it impossible for him to peek at it.
At the end of the day, he could only look at the river and sigh. Faintly, he had some expectations in his heart. He couldn't predict the coming days, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. All this was waiting for him when he entered this place.
He only knew about the legendary imperial capital Jinling City.
The vast river is full of waves, and white sails stretch to the sky.
Standing on the head of the boat and looking out, on the river that cascades thousands of miles away, there are white sails like clouds. One after another, white sails are speeding in the river. There are small boats, there are huge and magnificent ships, and there are also ships full of soldiers in bright armor.
Warships and warships, everything is in order. There are about a dozen of them at this ferry pier. Official ships, merchant ships, ordinary boats, and military warships are all arranged in an orderly manner.
The merchant ship that Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao were on moved forward slowly. The guests in the cabin had all walked out and stood on the deck one after another, with a burning light in their eyes.
Such a high city wall, a prosperous city, simple and charming, with a bit more of the elegance of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a bit less of majesty, a bit more of an elegant scholarly air, and a bit less of a domineering masculinity.
But all in all, it's such a big city, Ye Yinfeng thought as he slowly followed Li Xiaoyao's footsteps. But what he didn't know was that the fat Taoist priest in front of him had a look in his eyes that he had never seen before.
His expression was stern, and I didn’t know what he was muttering in his mouth.
"Xiao Liuzi, I hope nothing happens to you."
Ye Yinfeng only faintly heard this sentence, and then he didn't hear a word of what he said.
Wuyi Lane, Zhuque Bridge, the sunset has long shadows.
Stone City, Qinhuai River, rippling waves in the cold winter.
There are endless stories about Jinling City and endless anecdotes about Qinhuai. This is Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. It is a large city that rivals the rest of the world. Jinling is the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty where music was played every night and poems were sung every day.
At this moment, it finally retreated and its mysterious veil appeared in front of Ye Yinfeng. There was no wonder or fanatical excitement, as if the heart of this ancient wave was shocked by this huge city.
The fat Taoist priest in front led Ye Yinfeng through this ancient street as if he was familiar with the road.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyes this ancient city with a faint red glow. The glazed tiles in the middle of the street are shining brightly, and an unlit red lantern is shining on the cornices everywhere.
On the ancient bluestone street, pedestrians rub shoulders and shout wantonly, and occasionally, the charming smile of a lightly powdered young girl can be seen from the attic on both sides of the street.
nightmare.
The main street, where a dozen carriages could line up side by side, and the armored soldiers going back and forth, all seemed so quiet, except for the burning sunset.
(As I write this, the main plot of the novel begins to emerge. What I wrote is just two minor characters who are not popular. I cannot write the majestic historical scenes of Xia Hou's "The Martial Arts of the Song Dynasty", nor can I write the uneasy "The Martial Arts of the Song Dynasty".
"Liangcheng Inn" has a sadistic love story between a man and a woman, let alone the innocent and vast fairy-like masterpiece in Ran Dada's "Sword Hidden Immortal". I am just writing a story, a story about a small person. Thank you.