Mrs. Song? Everyone was startled, wondering if Mr. Tisi has a good friend in Hangzhou City? However, all the officials of the Overwatch Council knew that Fan Xian was a rare official in the capital when it came to matters of men and women. He was young, but he rarely provoked people everywhere. up.
Of course it was a distraction. Fan Xian was just thinking about whether this Hangzhou city is the same as that Hangzhou city. There is a sister-in-law surnamed Song who sells fish soup. Of course there is no Su Causeway and Bai Causeway on the West Lake here, but I don't know if there are any Jiangnan women who are as gentle and gentle as Xizi.
After traveling around the world, he finally arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, where literati and poets never forget. Fan Xian was also a little excited, and with his legs clasped, he galloped in.
Entering the city of Hangzhou is very simple. They and their group have already prepared the relevant road guides and documents, pretending to be the outpost of the rich clan who came from Wuzhou and went south via Hangzhou. No one can see the problem with the stamps on the road quotation documents. For the convenience of its own work, the Overwatch Council often uses superb forgery techniques to hurt the mood of government officials in various places. This has become a skilled job.
A group of people cheerfully walked towards the city along the straight road under the city gate. Fan Xian had already got into the carriage at this time, and slightly opened the curtain to look at the scene in Hangzhou city. There is a restaurant not far away, but it is still early, and there is no attractive aroma. Just looking at the clothes and streets of the people in Hangzhou, you can know that the south of the Yangtze River is rich and prosperous, and it really is not a lie.
After walking for a while, a long row of willow trees appeared in front of the convoy. It was especially cold at the end of winter. Naturally, there were no green leaves on the willows to welcome visitors, but they were hanging weakly like whips. The perception impact is extremely strong.
Fan Xian had sharp eyes, and through the layers of willow curtains, he saw the water surface blocked by the long row of willow trees.
The water is clear and soft, with little traces of dullness. In the weather at the end of winter, there is a clear and clean smell. It is not to reject the cold thousands of miles away, but just blindly gentle, and it becomes ten miles away from Pinghu Lake. In the distance, you can see the beautiful green hills hidden in the fog, and several black and gray wooden buildings rise along the lake, revealing a sense of wealth and no glare.
This water is the West Lake.
Today, there is some excitement around the West Lake.
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Riding the horse by the West Lake, breaking willows and presenting green plums, these are two lines of blind poems written by Fan Xian in his primary school in his previous life. In that life, he had a natural yearning for Hangzhou, always thinking how the West Lake could be so beautiful, How can there be so many famous people
But a classmate in his club who came from Hangzhou once told him that West Lake is really not a big deal. Fan Xian, who was still called Fan Shen at the time, was somewhat disapproving, but he never had the opportunity to really go to Hangzhou to get close to the West Lake. On the one hand, it was because he fell ill later, and the main reason was that the housing prices in Hangzhou were really ridiculously expensive in that life.
Upstairs by the West Lake is the most high-end restaurant in Hangzhou. Outside the building, the green flags flutter and the trees are shaded. There is a large green lawn where you can dry your books. Inside the building are green trees as tables. The song... is really enjoyable. It's a pity that it's winter now, the green banners are frozen, the green trees are yellow, the ordinary people are fighting on the green plain, and the Qing people are still singing, but it's not good to just wear a light gauze, the smell is naturally much weaker.
Fan Xian sat on the table by the railing, looking out at the lake through the gap of the windshielding bamboo curtain outside the railing, feeling a little disappointed. Of course, Mrs. Song's fish soup was not available, nor was Dongpo meat, and there was no beggar's chicken... Not even vegetable soup! Fortunately, Longjing Shrimp still exists, otherwise he might turn around and leave depressed.
Without the Leifeng Pagoda, without the Broken Bridge, this West Lake...is it still the West Lake in my mind? He picked up the small wine cup that was as thick as three fingers, and drank it down in one gulp, feeling indescribably disappointed.
In fact, he was too strict. Hangzhou's local cuisine is light and refreshing, which is quite different from the food in Kyoto. It is also quite famous in Qingguo.
There were a total of three tables in the cubicle. Except for the two guards guarding the door, the rest of the people, regardless of whether they were masters or servants, were ordered by Fan Xian to sit down, and they ate there silently, not knowing the tick tick. Whether it is saliva or the sound of soup falling on the table, judging by the way these people eat, although there is a problem of hunger caused by the long journey, it can also show that there are indeed two brushes in the cooking of the dishes upstairs.
This scene was a little frightening, a large group of people were eating food silently and aggressively, two guards at the door were swallowing, and Fan Xian was the only one who had the leisure to watch the scenery while leaning on the railing with a glass of wine.
Pull up the windshield bamboo curtain outside the fence a little, the light is bright immediately, the water of Donghu Lake is reflected in the eyes, and the wind blows into the building, blowing away the aroma of the dishes floating in the compartment.
At the same time, Zhen Tianjie's applause came from the large bluestone flat by the lake outside the building!
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The sound of applause sneaked into the building with the wind, and it attracted many diners standing on the railing upstairs to cheer in unison.
Only this cubicle was still quiet. Fan Xian leaned on the railing and watched, drinking another cup, with a smile on his face, not too surprised.
His subordinates raised their heads in shock from the countless applause, knowing that the competition downstairs had reached a critical point, but they did not flock to the sidelines to watch, but lowered their heads again, and began to deal with the delicacy on the table. delicacies.
Fan Xian took a look at his subordinates and felt a little strange. Even if you are proud in your heart and think that these warriors in the Jianghu can't help you, but you are like-minded people, there is always interest in learning about it, right
In fact, he didn't understand that for the swordsmen of Huwei and Six Divisions, no matter how lively the martial arts conference in the south of the Yangtze River is, it is not as attractive as the delicious food on the table. It's not enough to talk about killing people-after all, they are professionals in killing people.
Sisi and the girls who had just been bought were even more afraid of this kind of scene of beatings and killings, so they sat obediently at the next table and would not come over.
Only the third prince, he is the one behind the scenes who came to Hangzhou to watch the conference this time. He did not know how many tricks were used to get Fan Xian to agree to him. He would not miss it. He was holding a plate of raw eel slices in one hand and Putting the chopsticks in his mouth, he looked with great interest at the two people who were competing on the green lawn outside the building, winking and winking, so excited.
Fan Xian glanced at him, frowned and said softly, "Your Highness, is it so delicious?"
The third prince was a little annoyed that he delayed watching the show, gave him a blank look, and said, "This is not allowed in the palace."
Fan Xian was stunned and immediately remembered that there are regulations on food and drink in the palace. Rice field eels, which are rare in the north, cannot be served all year round, and they are ugly. It is difficult for the royal chef to gain insight. He laughed at himself, followed the eyes of the third child to look downstairs, and subconsciously opened his mouth to explain to the children.
"The man who wields the sword is a descendant of Longhu Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. From his appearance, he is at least a seventh-rank master. Unfortunately, his wrist strength is a bit insufficient. His master heard that he was a scholar back then. He didn't master his basic skills well. It's a bad habit. passed on to posterity.”
"The person he is fighting against is quite famous, her surname is Lu and her name is Sisi. Don't look at me, she is a woman. She is Yun Zhilan's apprentice in Dongyi City, and she can be regarded as the granddaughter of Sigu Jian. She is from a famous family, so she is naturally extraordinary. I think the swordsman from Longhushan will be poked in the eyes for a while."
"Teacher... Yun Zhilan?" The third prince stopped with his chopsticks. Even a child like him has heard of this name. Yun Zhilan is the first disciple of Dongyi Sigu Sword. He has already been promoted to the ninth rank. This is the person.
"I heard that he also came to Jiangnan, in addition to cheering up his most beloved female apprentice." Fan Xian said after thinking for a while, "I guess it has something to do with the Ming family."
The relationship between Dongyi City and the eldest princess has always been good, but the relationship with Fan Xian has always been bad. Although the two sides did not have much direct contact, there have been countless indirect confrontations, but the only confrontation, It has already caused him to form an extremely difficult enmity with the other party.
He killed two of Yun Zhilan's female apprentices on Niulan Street.
Fortunately, Fei Jie had a good face, so he went to Dongyi City in person, and sold all the face he had given Si Gujian to treat his illness, in exchange for Dongyi's promise not to come to trouble Fan Xian, otherwise, the Dongyi people's blood will be impulsive and revengeful With such a temperament, Fan Xian could not have lived so comfortably in the past two years.
You must know that monster Si Gu Jian is a lunatic who dared to assassinate even Emperor Qing.
There were not many people on Qingshiping, and a large bamboo shed was set up on the side facing the lake. In the shed, several respected senior figures sat, and an official from Jiangnan Road sat in the middle. In fact, he is young, and his seniority in Jiangnan martial arts is not enough. Sitting on the rostrum today was an unremarkable official from the Overwatch Council, but only Fan Xian recognized his identity.
The Jiangnan Martial Arts Festival has been going on for half a day, and the contestants on Qingshiping have changed a few times. The fists and swords are very lively, but fortunately, no one was killed after several fights. There will always be some apprehension, but in short, this martial arts conference has turned into a successful and united conference. Some people in the Jianghu have gained fame, some have gained a rare opportunity to show their faces, and some have gained some flashy martial arts experience.
Fan Xian watched this scene with cold eyes, and easily remembered the novel in his previous life - Jianghu is a corner of Jiangshan? The so-called rivers and lakes on Qingshiping in front of me are probably not even a corner, but just a lace of rivers and mountains.
But there was also a hint of worry on his face. After watching for a long time, he found that although these quack masters didn't have the ability to suppress the bottom of the box, and they didn't fight with their lives, there were indeed some real strong men. Let's take the last match As far as the swordsmen of Longhu Mountain were concerned, they didn't lose the slightest bit in front of Dongyi City's lineage. They probably took a half step back in the name of Sigu Sword in the end.
The real masters didn't show up, and the ones who came out were already good, and behind these people without exception were the shadows of wealthy families or government officials. If some people with a heart concentrated these powers, Fan Xian would feel a little headache—no wonder the court The management of this area has always been quite strict, and it seems that His Majesty also knows that it is necessary to maintain a consistent deterrent force against the military force of the people, and at the same time use the light of the court to attract the opponent.
Fan Xian knew that he was still under the influence after all. What Xia Qifei said was right, there were indeed heroes in the wilderness, but under the pressure of Emperor Qing's 20 years of powerful force, there was no chance to show them off.
"Where is Yun Zhilan?" The Third Prince curiously searched among the crowd downstairs, not noticing Fan Xian's slight loss of focus.
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "His status is different. Of course he is impatient to sit with those old men and court officials in the hut. Who knows where he is hiding at this time."
It is said that in the imperial palace the year before last, Fan Xian was pierced several times by Yun Zhilan's sword-like gaze, but he was thick-skinned and dark-hearted, knowing that the other party could not do anything to him, so he accepted it willingly.
At this time, his eyes were looking around downstairs, but he didn't find the trace of the master of swordsmanship, and he felt slightly worried. Not worried about myself, but worried about whether the shadow assassin would do it without his permission.
Chen Pingping once said that the grievance between Shadow and Sigu Jian, the kind of deep-seated hatred, cannot be suppressed with official duties, especially this time Yun Zhilan went to Jiangnan in disguise and did not take official channels, Shadow wanted to kill him , which is the best chance.
But today, there are many masters gathered by the West Lake, and there are many officials. If there is a ninth-rank battle in full view, the eyes of everyone will be blessed, but the impact will be too bad.
Fan Xian was thinking at the side of the fence, thinking about it non-stop, Yun Zhilan obviously did not come to Hangzhou because of this broken society, of course he came because of himself, Xinyang was transporting goods in the direction of Dongyi City, Sigu Jian had to keep it no matter what The Ming family, and if I want to move the Ming family, I'm afraid I have to find out the master swordsman who is hiding in the dark first.
At this moment, the official in the bamboo shed downstairs stood up, went to the stone flat, bowed his hands, and said gently: "Seeing all the heroes performing martial arts today, I can't help but feel emotional. I am Daqing The court is really outstanding, and there are many heroes among the people. I hope that you will continue to practice martial arts diligently in the future, and one day you will be able to open up territory for our Daqing Dynasty on the battlefield and achieve great fame. Guangzong Yaozu is just around the corner. "
The official laughed and said: "I'm not afraid of the jokes from you heroes. I'm just a scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken. I just feel envious when I watch martial arts at the flat. Thief, earn some face for His Majesty."
The Jianghu people on the ping laughed when they heard the words, thinking that the official's words were polite and funny. Originally, there were more hawks and dogs from the imperial court staring at the affairs of the rivers and lakes for no reason. These people on the ground were a little angry, but when they heard what the official said, some people thought that this was indeed the case. They had learned good martial arts. Or will it be sold to the emperor's family...
It is true that you are free and unrestrained in the arena, but it is also very easy to be lazy. It is not as good as serving in the army and gaining fame and fortune. His Majesty the Emperor has always attached great importance to martial arts. After many years of peace, there will always be battles in the future, and military achievements will always be earned. .
But those who think like this, after all, are still a minority, most of them stand outside the ping, the high-minded and free-spirited people who don't care about it naturally sneer at the officials of the court, and some people said in a sly way: "There are many heroes among the people, but they don't see them." They must all be the heroes of our Daqing Dynasty. Didn’t there be a few swordsmen from Dongyi City before? Could it be that the adults also persuaded them to join the army as generals and fight back to Dongyi City in the future?”
Fan Xian was listening upstairs, and he admired the well-behaved words of the Jiangnan Road official, but when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and cursed softly, "Shut your mouth."
The third prince said bitterly: "They are all thugs. The teacher is right. It is really meaningless. You shouldn't watch it at all."
But I only heard the official on Qingshipping say in a hurry: "The way of civil and military has no national boundaries. I used to take part in the imperial examination in Daqi in the past, and now I also come out of the court to pay homage to the minister. Everyone in the world respects You know, Mr. Si Gujian in Dongyi City is a master of a generation, and his disciples are naturally extraordinary. It is also a blessing for my Daqing Dynasty that these few people come to participate in the grand event. If everyone in Dongyi City is willing to serve our Daqing Court, the court will naturally not refuse .”
He laughed at himself, coughed twice, and said: "Of course, I have been friends with Dongyi City for generations. What the gentleman said earlier is impossible."
Hearing the words, the sour Jianghu man laughed loudly: "There are quite a few small countries in this world, but if we really want to fight, the only ones who are worthy of our opponents are the Northern Qi and Dongyi. My lord said to fight Dongyi!" It won't happen, could it be that they want to fight the Northern Qi Dynasty?"
Everyone shouted, and some old people couldn't help but stare at that person, thinking that not fighting with officials is a clear statement in life, why are you insisting on it? Everyone looked at the person who spoke sourly, but felt that he was a bit unfamiliar, and he didn't look like a famous figure who had been in the Jiangnan martial arts.
Fan Xian, who was listening silently upstairs, also felt a little strange, but he couldn't explain what was strange.
The official from Jiangnan Road on Pingshang pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "This gentleman is right, but apart from our prosperous Central Plains, the world is not peaceful, so he said that the barbarians in the west have recently started to move around again. ever heard?"
He threw out an unconfirmed rumor to make the group of heroes quiet down first, and then said with a smile: "The imperial court and Beiqi only exchanged credentials last year. The marriage will come true, and the friendship will last forever. How could that be?" As the master said, let's fight again?"
The aggressive Jianghu person was silent for a while, and then said: "As long as the Qing people think so, that's fine, thank you for clearing up your doubts." After saying this, he retreated into the crowd at the back .
This sentence reveals his identity, he is from Qi country!
There was a slight uproar in the arena, but there was no limit to the martial arts competition. If Dongyi City could send people to participate, so could people from Northern Qi. No one could say anything.
Upstairs, Fan Xian frowned, stood up, and with a clear light in his eyes, he searched the crowd downstairs carefully, but he didn't look at the Northern Qi man who was surrounded by the crowd and whispered. Know what he is looking for.
The corner of the floor where he was located was relatively remote, covered a little by winter trees and separated by bamboo curtains, so the people downstairs didn't notice him, and only regarded him as an ordinary diner watching the excitement.
The official in Pingjian's complexion changed slightly, as if he didn't expect that the person who asked the question earlier was actually from the Northern Qi Dynasty. After a short pause, he said with a trace of indifference and contempt: "It is true that the Three Kingdoms have good relations, but this gentleman who came all the way from the north... I didn't see you end before, and now I want to understand that the Northern Qi My friends all like the way of the scriptures, but my confidence in this aspect is really low.”
As soon as this remark came out, the Qing people and Dongyi people on Pingshang laughed loudly. Although the Northern Qi Dynasty was founded not long ago like Nanqing, but since the Northern Wei Dynasty, the stale and sour atmosphere is too heavy. In comparison, Wu Feng is indeed not strong, and everyone in the world has a weak impression in their hearts.
Although the Northern Qi Dynasty also had a great master, Ku He, who was obsessed with the cultivation of the Heavenly Path and seldom walked in the world. There was also a great general, Uesugi Tiger, who was put in the extremely cold place by the Northern Qi court. Now he is recalled to the capital and placed under house arrest. The mansion is not reused, so in the hearts of the Jianghu people, they really look down on the Northern Qi people.
You must know that Dongyi City is where the most ninth-rank masters in the world are located, so when it comes to martial arts, there is naturally a natural confidence. However, in the Qing Dynasty, there are many famous generals and powerful generals in the Qing Dynasty. There are countless generals in Qin Ye's family. Among the martial arts masters, there are two great masters. General, if you just talk about Master Xiao Fan who has risen recently, he is one of the martial arts geniuses...
In the past two years, I knew that there was a Begonia girl in the north, but... she was a woman. People in Jianghu were more patriarchal than ordinary people, and they despised Northern Qi people more and more.
So when the official said this, both the Qing Guo boxer and the Dongyi swordsman laughed loudly.
That Northern Qi man's complexion turned dark, revealing a hint of resentment.
Upstairs, Fan Xian showed a strange and unpredictable smile on his face. He liked that the Jiangnan Road official didn't suppress his anger. He narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs quickly, as if he was looking for something.
Then he patted the railing lightly, and gripped the green wood railing tightly with his hands, with a little force, it seemed that there were two traces of excitement in his heart out of thin air.
The third prince looked at him puzzled.
Fan Xian's eyes were on the big tree beside the road in Qingshiping. Under the tree, there was an ordinary woman selling flowers with a flower basket. It was cold weather, and he didn't know where the flowers in her basket were stolen from. of.
The woman kept her back to this side, with a flowered cloth scarf tied on her head, so she couldn't see her face, but when the official in Qingshipping began to humiliate Bei Qi, she turned around and took a light look. .
Just turning around, her face fell into Fan Xian's eyes, if it wasn't Haitang, who was it
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Haitang had already arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, and Fan Xian's mind began to spin rapidly. The girl should already know that she is the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, so why did she go to the south of the Yangtze River to find herself according to what the letter said? Could it be that under such circumstances, she dared to entrust Tianyi's mentality to herself and complete Beiqi's plan to raise tigers
It's just that at this juncture, there were too many things that required Fan Xian to make quick decisions, so he took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and continued to search for Yun Zhilan downstairs.
This was a sudden opportunity, and it took great courage to make the decision to act. Although Fan Xian had a calm temperament, he couldn't help being a little nervous. He wondered if Shadow could grasp this opportunity. At this time, he felt very sorry that Shadow's temperament was too perverse, otherwise, if the people from the Sixth Office cooperated with him, today's improvised game might have a greater chance of success.
The flower seller under the big tree over there has already walked slowly towards Qingshiping, a light and fresh breath spread from her body, and immediately those masters in the arena noticed something strange.
The crowd subconsciously avoided a path for the flower girl, as if they didn't dare to stand in front of her, but after the ordinary-looking flower girl passed by, the heroes felt a little strange, why did they make way for her
But in a short while, Haitang walked up to the large green meadow with a calm face, and stood opposite the official in this way, and said softly: "My lord, the little girl is from the Northern Qi Dynasty, and she is rude and ignorant of the scriptures." , I still have some confidence in things like fighting."
The Jiangnan Road official narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the unattractive woman in front of him, but he didn't say anything for a while, as if he was intimidated by her.
At this time, the cold wind from the West Lake blew over, but it didn't blow the thick cotton frieze on Haitang's body, but it made the messy hair on her temples flutter in front of her face, which looked a little funny. In today's Hangzhou City, a fairy did not appear out of thin air, but there was an extra village girl who stood on the stage because of the humiliation of her hometown.
The Northern Qi man who had been aggrieved before but held back, after seeing her appear, put on a look of hesitation on his face, and after a while, his eyes seemed to be brightened, he was overjoyed, walked out of the crowd, and bowed down at the bottom of Qingshiping: "Miss Haitang ! Why are you here?"
All the people from the rivers and lakes around upstairs were shocked, and then looked at the ordinary woman on the ground, and then became vigilant and fearful.
Begonia? Northern Qi Begonia!
Grandmaster Ku He's closed disciple, the unrivaled ninth-rank top expert in the sword test in the north, the legendary Tianmai master, and it is impossible for a great master to appear out of nowhere by the West Lake, who can be her opponent
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When Haitang was posing and stealing the limelight, Fan Xian regretted that he didn't have the extra energy to look at her. From the very beginning, he didn't go to see her, but frowned slightly, and carefully checked the movements of everyone downstairs. , After a while, he finally noticed a place.
By the lake, under the embankment, in a small boat, a fisherman is wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod in his hand.
Fan Xian rested his palms on the green fence, looked at the fisherman without blinking, and found that just as Haitang appeared, the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand dropped slightly.
There was no fish on the fishing line, but the subconscious psychological reaction of the fisherman who valued Haitang's cultivation and wanted to hide himself deeper.
This small change fell into Fan Xian's eyes, and he reached out to take the blue and white porcelain plate from the third prince's hand.
The third prince said differently: "I haven't..."
Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already thrown the blue and white porcelain plate down the stairs!
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There was only a crisp sound of Dang, the porcelain plate was broken into countless pieces, and the clanging continued. At this time, the outside of the building was quiet because of the appearance of Haitang, so the sound was particularly obvious.
Some people looked up at the upstairs, thinking that it was a guy who had never seen the world, and when he heard the name of the saint of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he was so frightened that he threw his plate downstairs, but these people were separated by the big tree and the bamboo curtain. , did not see Fan Xian's appearance.
Some people still looked nervously at the venue, not knowing what Haitang would do next.
Only the fisherman on the lake had no line of sight to Fan Xian upstairs, and the fisherman could clearly hear that the plate was thrown rather than dropped, so he was slightly surprised and turned his head. Glanced.
It was just one glance, but it couldn't be taken back anymore, because Fan Xian was looking back coldly, staring at him dead.
Yun Zhilan, who was disguised as a fisherman, looked at the young man with a peaceful face upstairs, and his heart seemed to be on fire, Fan Xian! You are here too!
Yun Zhilan slowly retracted the fishing rod, but his eyes were still shooting upstairs like two dazzling famous swords.
With a distance of tens of feet, the two people upstairs and in the boat seem to have forgotten all the people inside and outside the building, forgot that Haitang was going crazy at this time, and just looked at each other.
For a long time, the eyes of the two never separated. There is no temptation in the eyes, only naked coldness. It is absolutely impossible for the two to cherish each other because of their past enmity and the background of Jiangnan Ming's family affairs.
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Yun Zhilan received half of his fishing rod.
Strangely, the dull sharp blade of a dagger appeared on the edge of the fishing line beside the boat, and it seemed to rise up silently as he drew up the line. Finally, the soul-destroying dagger gradually surfaced. .
At this time, most of Yun Zhilan's attention was on Fan Xian in the building, and the other half on Haitang in the ping. Although he was Sigu Jian's first apprentice, he also knew that Haitang and Fan Xian were both from the younger generation. People with the most unfathomable strength, and the legend in the world, these two people are very speculative. At this time, they suddenly appeared in Hangzhou City at the same time, and appeared beside this small boat. What exactly do they want to do
A black glow flashed past!
The fisherman on the boat let out a muffled groan, and with a terrifying blood arrow on his body, it soared into the sky!
The black canopy on the small boat seemed to be pulled by countless forces at the same time, and it was broken into countless pieces in an instant, and shot out. As soon as the water splashed, a figure in black clothes broke through the water in the West Lake and pierced in the direction of the misty clouds in the sky!
After the two sounds of breaking through the sky, there was no one left by the lake, leaving only fragments of awnings all over the lake. With the ups and downs of the water waves, among the fragments, a common hat in the south of the Yangtze River floated erratically, as if it was flying towards Fan in the building. Free to protest.