The mottled sunlight filtered through the leaves and stung Qin Ge's eyes. He raised his hand to block the light and suddenly felt a sense of fatigue sweeping over him. There was still a faint heart-wrenching pain in his chest.
He slowly supported his exhausted body and got up from the ground. The sword wound on his chest had been simply bandaged, and the other minor wounds were also treated relatively simply.
What's going on
Qin Ge covered his heavy head and closed his eyes to recall: he and his brothers were chased by the people of Jialan Temple, and fought in the dense forest. Facing the siege of Gu Changqing and Shuang Xueming, it should be...
"Awake?" A calm voice came from the campfire not far away.
Qin Ge opened his eyes with difficulty, and immediately saw the handsome young man in white clothes beside the campfire. He gasped and asked, "Did you... save me?"
Zhou Yi nodded, handed him the water bag, and said, "Have some water?"
Qin Ge picked up the water bag, took a sip, and said, "Thank you for saving my life, young man. Where are my other brothers?"
"Alas!" Zhou Yi waved his hand to stop Qin Ge and said with a smile: "You people in Heluo Central Plains probably won't need to thank me. As for your brothers, I have no interest in them. Just give them to the Jialan Temple!"
Qin Ge's pale lips suddenly showed a trace of sadness, and he asked cautiously: "Who are you?"
"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
"What?" Qin Ge immediately began to tremble with excitement, unusual anger appeared on his face. He raised his hand tremblingly, as if he was going to draw his sword.
Zhou Yi glanced at him and said leisurely, "Don't waste your energy. Your eldest brother Xiao Qianjue couldn't last more than ten moves in my hands, let alone you who are seriously injured now? Just lie down and relax!"
After hearing what Zhou Yi said, Qin Ge's eyes dimmed, and then he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Why did you save me?"
Zhou Yi was roasting pheasants beside the campfire, not even turning his head: "I'm very interested in your Nine Shao Ding Yin Sword Hua Yin Attack Sword Technique! How about it? How about you teach me?"
"Get lost!" Qin Ge roared, "You know I'm from Heluo Zhongyuan, and you killed our leader. We can't live together..."
"What's the matter?" Zhou Yi handed a roasted chicken to Qin Ge: "Have you ever seen anyone worrying about the revenge of ants?"
"you... ... "
"Rest early. We have to travel again when the sun rises!"
They walked like this for a few more days, and Qin Ge's injuries recovered little by little, but as he was beside Qianbeibuzui, whose martial arts were almost unfathomable, he chose to follow quietly until he was absolutely sure. The two of them went south and unknowingly entered the territory of Jiangsu.
Because the Yellow River changed its course in the early years and flowed into the sea via the Huai River, the Huai River, which was supposed to flow into the sea here, gradually silted up. In the past hundred years, it gradually changed its course to flow into the Yangtze River, and even created a huge lake out of thin air on the Jianghuai Plain, named "Hongze Lake".
The misty lake, compared with the endless sea, has a different kind of charm. When Zhou Yi and the other man saw such a scene, they couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. They couldn't help but slow down their pace and stop to appreciate the scenery before them.
"All rivers flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full." Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the boundless lake.
Qin Ge snorted coldly when he heard this and said, "Yes! Dahai is not like some people who, once they have some strengths, look down on others and think they are the best in the world!"
Zhou Yi smiled uncertainly, looked back at Qin Ge, and asked another question: "In my opinion, if the Central Plains martial arts world is to be judged by martial arts, who can compete for the title of the world's number one!"
"This..." Qin Ge was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and answered seriously: "Although the martial arts world is flourishing nowadays, there are only a few top masters in the world! Since the Song Family Mountain City was reopened, Tiandao Song Wen defeated Duan Chang Tianya of the Dali Duan Clan at the Tianlong Temple. Naturally, the southwest martial arts world respects this person!"
"Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master Murong Chunqiu is stationed in the southeast and has never been defeated. He is the inevitable choice! Although he is no longer the leader of Longmen, the Nine Yang Martial God Yun Chongxiao should not be underestimated. The others include the three Shaolin monks Shi Kong, Shi Yan, and Shi E; Wudang's 'Shang Shan Ruoshui' Qiu Ruoshui; Emei Nine Yin Female Hero Guo Nuan, Sword Saint Dugu Cheng, Dugu Nine Swords Su Haoran, and Cihang Saint Lei Mingfei. They are naturally capable of fighting!"
After saying that, Qin Ge looked at Zhou Yi with disdain. He listed so many masters but deliberately left Zhou Yi out, naturally intending to piss him off.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi nodded without caring at all, with a strange smile on his face, and said: "Then I will go find Murong Chunqiu who has never been defeated, to see if he is so extraordinary!
As the two were talking about this, a very noisy burst of voices came from far away on the lake.
From the sound, the two could easily judge that this place was extremely far away from where the sound came from. However, even such a long distance could not prevent the sound from reaching their ears. One could imagine how many people there were on the lake. They just didn't know if it was hundreds or thousands
Frowning slightly, the two of them turned their heads and looked towards the direction where the sound came from. At a glance, they saw a huge super-sized ship that blocked out the sky and the sun appear in the distance of their sight.
As we all know, when a huge object is too far away, the human eye can easily have illusions about the size and distance of the target. Even martial arts masters with keen senses are no exception to this.
Originally, Zhou Yi and the other man had felt that the ship was extremely huge when they looked at it from afar. It was no less huge than the giant Blackwater warship that Zhou Yi had seen that day when the Blackwater Channel was chasing the Dongming.
Such a huge ship can travel at high speeds, and sails alone obviously cannot do that. In this era without power machinery and propellers, the only way to get driving force other than wind power is to use human power.
The terrifying pitch-black shadow was approaching at an unimaginable speed. When it got closer, the two could see clearly that the black giant ship was pushed by a total of 120 porters holding huge oars, about sixty years in number.
These men, dressed as porters, are all tall and strong, with knotty muscles and bulging temples. They are obviously martial artists with strong external and internal strength. Even in the underworld, they can be considered third-rate masters. However, on this giant black ship, they are only fit to do the hardest and most tiring job of rowing.
The two looked at each other in silence, their eyes full of doubt. Obviously, to be able to own a super battleship of this scale, one must be an extremely powerful force in the world.
And now, in the entire Chinese waterway, after Murong Chunqiu and the Black Waterway swept the entire waterway, the only forces that can still have such huge ships are obviously those two.
Just as the two were wondering, a melodious voice like a beautiful piano piece suddenly came towards where Zhou Yi and the other man were standing.
"Since we parted ways, I've missed you so much. Now that we meet again today, I can't help but feel happy!" (To be continued)