When Liu Zhiping died and the news of civil strife among the bandits of the Qingzhu Sword Sect spread completely, Lin Chen had already left Ping'an Town and walked all the way to the south.
Lin Chen was originally the eldest disciple of Li Changtian, the leader of Taibai Sword Mountain in Qinchuan, Guanzhong. Rather than being a great disciple, Li Changtian actually only accepted a disciple like Lin Chen, and the entire Taibai Sword Mountain was only his master Li Changtian and Lin Chen.
Taibai Jianshan is known as the world's number one sword sect. At its peak, there were more than 300 disciples. Although the number of people seems to be less than that of other sects in the martial arts world, each of them is an extraordinary person with great sword skills, and has produced seven great sword cultivators who are known as sword immortals!
But for some reason, the third sect leader of Taibai Sword Mountain announced that the mountain would be closed for 60 years. After the sixty years of opening up, countless swordsman geniuses or sects have emerged in the world. Even if Taibai Sword Mountain opens again, fewer people want to go to the cold Qinchuan to become masters, and Taibai Sword Mountain gradually declined. Although it is still the world's number one sword sect in the world, many major sects of the same level know that because Taibai Sword Mountain has the older generation of sword immortals in charge, once the older generation dies, the title of the world's number one sword sect will be immediately replaced by other sword sects!
Just three months ago, Lin Chen, who was guarding a sword mountain alone, received a letter from Li Changtian who was traveling around the world. The letter said that it was time for him to go down the mountain, so Lin Chen went down the mountain. The letter said that half a year later, there was a sword contest in Zangjian Villa in Jingchu, Nanzhou, so he set out for Jingchu.
A small boat leaned over by the river, and the boatman asked Lin Chen who was standing on the shore, "Do you want to go to Nanling?"
Nanling is the name of Nanling by Zhongzhou people. Because there are many mountainous ridges in the south, it is called Nanling.
"How did you see that I want to go to Nanling?" Lin Chen asked back. His questioning was equivalent to half-confessing his intention.
The boater smiled and said, "The land in Guanzhong is located in the north, the north of Xixia, the north of the pass, the east of the three Jinzhou, and the south of Bashu and Jingchu. Our land is located in the place where Jingchu is located. In addition, I heard that Jingchu seems to be holding some event, so it attracted many people from the martial arts world. I think I have to go to Jingchu to participate in that event, right?"
After hearing this, Lin Chen knew that the Zangjian Villa was about to hold a sword contest in the Eight Desolations, and even the people who were pursuing a boat to make a living had heard of it.
"Yes, I just want to go to Jingchu." Lin Chen nodded.
The man leaned the boat towards the shore and smiled and said, "Do you have the guest on board?"
Lin Chen got on the boat. The hull was not big, and there were two men and one woman sitting in the tent. Seeing someone on board the boat, a scholar sitting in a relatively close place, he just glanced at him and continued chatting with another scholar sitting next to him. The woman smiled at him, then lowered her head and fiddled with something.
"Sit down!" The boatman used his oars to hit the soil and rocks on the shore, and supported it hard, and the boat left the shore and headed towards the river.
"The cold wind on the river makes people feel very cold. It is better to sit in the tent of the guest." The boatman said.
"Yin and cold?" Lin Chen became interested and asked, "It's summer now. Even if the wind on the river is covered with water vapor, it can't be considered as yin and cold at all, right?"
The boat owner said: "The guest officials don't know that this river is called Hanfeng River. There is often a yin wind on the surface. If it is summer, it is just a yin and cold. But if it is autumn and winter, the temperature of the cold wind is really frozen thoroughly into the bones of the body. Even if it is wearing cotton coats and drinking warm wine, it is not very useful. Therefore, there are not many fishermen living nearby. Even if there are, they only come out to fish in summer and rely on the hot weather, and do other tasks in other seasons."
"Does anyone know why this is?" Lin Chen asked.
The boatman shook his head and said, "It's clear, but I don't know. I only know that the cold wind started to blow thirty years ago. Some people reported to the government before, but after the government sent people, nothing was found. In addition, this place is a small place, and the government lacks manpower, so it is impossible to invest all the manpower. So after checking several times without any results, the matter was put aside."
The boatman said, his voice suppressed and he whispered: "It is said that this Hanfeng River was a pleasant place a long time ago, but later a pair of miserable mandarin ducks jumped into the river to commit suicide, and then there was this cold wind..."
"Why were those two people turned into water after their death..." The scholar, who was originally a rosy-faced scholar sitting in the tent, interrupted.
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When the boatman heard this, his reaction was unexpectedly intense. He immediately stopped the scholar's words, turned his head, and said in a deep voice to the scholar: "You can't say this nonsense!"
Seeing the ship's excited appearance, the scholar knew that he had said the wrong thing, but due to his identity and face as a scholar, he did not apologize to the ship's family, but murmured: "If you don't say it, don't say it..." and then he stopped talking again.
The scholar returned to the tent, and the boatman stopped talking.
Lin Chen smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting..."
It has been more than three months since he left Taibai Jianshan and entered the world. He spent most of his time rushing to the road, so he heard fewer folk legends.
On the other side of the boat, a fragrance suddenly filled the air.
Soon, the woman walked into the tent from the stern with a large casserole.
"It smells so good, is it fish soup?" The two scholars immediately stood up as soon as they smelled it.
The woman put down the casserole and lifted up an old cloth in the corner of the tent. Under the old cloth was a small wooden cabinet containing various items.
She took two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and distributed them to the two scholars, and shouted to the bow of the boat: "Lunch is ready, and it's time to start eating!"
The boatman breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the oars out of the water, and said to Lin Chen: "This guest, the little girl has already prepared lunch. Let's stop here for lunch first. Based on the current itinerary... You can probably reach Linjiang Town in Jingchu at sunset."
"Okay." Lin Chen nodded.
Those who make a living on the river naturally eat something from the river.
A four-pound grass carp was cleaned, and added oil, salt and a little garlic, and directly made a pot of pure white soup like milk.
"There is a pot here!" The daughter of the boatman took a smaller casserole from the stern of the boat and walked in. When the lid of the pot was opened, there was another fragrance.
"Noodle!"
Chapter completed!