Having tasted the river view and fish soup noodles, the boundary of Yanyulou is now within easy reach.
The man had been rowing all night and was obviously extremely exhausted. The captain, who felt sorry for his son, took over his son's place and let the man with bloodshot eyes go down to rest.
The boss of this boat was as reliable as he was at making fish soup noodles. As expected, soon the bow of the boat was next to the ferry, and a plank was set up for people to get ashore.
When the last horse hit the ground, the boss of the boat greeted Mr. Qian and Wei Changpan and turned around to leave. Suddenly, he heard a shout and turned his head, thinking that something had fallen on the boat, but he never thought about it.
Something flew towards us, and it was quite big. The boss of the boat hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, but he lost his grip and almost fell into the river.
He took a closer look...it was a large silver ingot.
The captain's exclamation startled his son who was inside the boat canopy. He took the ingot and weighed more than a kilogram of grain silver. The father and son, who had been ferrying all their lives, looked at each other and wanted to see the two kind-hearted guests.
All three people and horses were gone.
As if they were still savoring the taste of noodles cooked in fish soup, Qian Erye and Wei Changpan met the disciples of Yanyulou.
"Comers, stop there. Ahead is the important place of the Yanyulou sect. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."
The young man who stopped him at the intersection was dressed as a gangster, and he had a sheathed knife in his hand. The wood was painted black from unknown materials, and the handle of the knife was wrapped with rag strips to prevent the palm of his hand from being scratched when he suddenly exerted force.
The disciples of Yanyulou are different from Songfengshan who worship swordsmen. They have always used whatever weapons are convenient, but generally they still focus on knives. For a decent knife, you can find an old blacksmith. For swords, you have to go to a weapons shop, and the price is still high.
Secondly, the masters of swordsmanship in Yanyu Tower are headed by the contemporary owner. There are quite a lot of them and it is easy to teach them.
The East-West confrontation between the two sects of Yanyu Tower and Songfeng Mountain has now become a gimmick of a sword fight. Stories like "Songfeng Sword Girl and Yanyu Tower Swordsman" are spreading in the world, and then more
It has become the most memorable passage among storytellers.
"Under Zhang Wu's family, the domineering swordsman Qiancai came to pay homage to Master Yu on behalf of his master."
Mr. Qian said these literate words awkwardly, and after saying that, he took out the Zhang family's gun token, an iron plate engraved with the head of a mountain gun.
It was Liu Dashi who persuaded his master Zhang Wu, saying that as the Zhang family's gun was now becoming more and more famous, it should have a keepsake. The original one was inscribed by the old man himself:
The words "Zhangjia Gun" were written by Zhang Wu, but after Zhang Wu started writing, he felt that it was a bit unsightly even to himself, so he changed it to the current style of the iron sign with the head of a mountain gun.
The young man put down his knife and took the iron plate from Mr. Qian's hand. He didn't see any clues, and his expression was not as respectful as the Songfeng Mountain hospitality disciples showed when they reported their names, so he let Mr. Qian and Wei Changpan pass.
Could it be that the name of Master Zhang Wu has not spread to the world of Yanyulou yet? Or is this young man incapable of getting into trouble? Mr. Qian is a little confused.
Even if this person was like this, Mr. Qian could barely convince himself, but something was wrong when he blocked the road twice in succession. The inexplicable meaning in the eyes of the young men from Yanyulou...
It's like my wife ran away with someone.
Yanyu Tower did not look for a hill like Songfeng Mountain, but built the main building on the island in the center of Qihu Lake. Qihu Lake covers an area of 1,000 acres, of which the island in the center of the lake is only about 20 acres. Only the owner of Yanyu Tower and his family can live there.
, naturally could not accommodate those many disciples, so the rest of the people lived around Qihu Lake.
Speaking of Qihu Lake, it is inevitable to talk about its aquatic products. There are many kinds of water chestnuts in the south of Dayao, and there are many varieties. Among them, the ingot water chestnut produced in Qihu Lake is the best. It is named because it has no water chestnuts and is small and exquisite like ingots.
It tastes sweet and glutinous, and even the successive governors of Jiali County where it is located have always remembered it. However, in Dayao, a land rich in resources, only Qihu Lake produces Yuan Baoling.
Whenever the autumnal equinox arrives and frost comes, there will always be a petite water chestnut picker on the Qihu Lake, rowing a water chestnut bucket among the water chestnut leaves. She will put her hand into the water to pick out each ingot and put it into the water chestnut bucket.
Women picking water chestnuts elsewhere would inevitably have their fingers pricked by water chestnuts several times a day, but this trouble for women picking water chestnuts in Qihu Lake did not have to worry about it. When the water chestnut buckets were carefully brought to the shore, her little hands would still be white and tender.
Mr. Qian and Wei Changpan arrived a few months early. At this time, the Yuanbao Ling from Huihu Lake had not yet been sown. If they wanted to taste it, they would have to wait a few more months, which made Mr. Qian quite regretful.
Along the way, the master and apprentice discovered many differences from Songfeng Mountain. The Yanyu Tower almost turned the place where the sect was located into an iron barrel. Not to mention that the island in the middle of the lake was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but there were several must-pass roads around it.
The waterways on the road are guarded by the disciples of Yanyulou. If there are boats that are acting suspiciously, they will inevitably be interrogated and still refuse to let them go.
Could it be that the situation between Yanyu Tower and Songfeng Mountain has become tense to the point of breaking out?
Even Wei Changpan noticed something unusual and asked quietly
Mr. Qian said:
"Master, isn't it possible that Songfeng Mountain and Yanyu Tower will start a war in just a few days?"
The master couldn't explain why, he just relied on his intuition after having been around for a long time to judge that things shouldn't be so simple.
If you want to interrogate the spies who came to Yanyu Tower from Songfeng Mountain, how can you get such a person who has been refusing to let him go for a long time? Does he really think that Yanyu Tower is the governor's mansion?
Secondly, looking at the posture of the disciples of Yanyu Tower, they seem to be extremely nervous, and their swords are barely unsheathed. If Yanyu Tower and Songfeng Mountain are about to go to war, it will only take three or two days for Mr. Qian to arrive at Yanyu Tower.
Songfeng Mountain is still a calm scene...
It was not easy for Mr. Qian to tell Wei Changpan that all the above was the master's guess, so he had to teach Wei Changpan with a straight face:
"I have only been in the martial arts for a few days, and now I am beginning to understand such big things? Practice your boxing well, and when will you be able to climb to the second floor of martial arts?" Only halfway through, even though it was Erye Qian himself.
They were all a little unconvinced, and their stern faces began to twist into smiles, and they no longer had the dignity to be a good example to others.
Wei Changpan couldn't help but hold his forehead when he saw Mr. Qian bursting into laughter for no apparent reason.
At this time, the two masters and apprentices rode their horses to the edge of Qihu Lake. They tied all three horses to the willow trees with branches left, and began to look around for a ferry to the island in the middle of the lake. However, they could not see anything anywhere.
It's an empty lake. Where did the ferry come from?
"Damn it, are you asking me to swim over?"
Mr. Qian didn't lower his voice when he shouted and cursed, and it was estimated that it could be heard half a mile away.
A scream from the shelter of the reeds on the shore of the lake was like a silver bottle being broken.