Dalong smiled awkwardly and said: "My uncle has never left here. He really doesn't know the Lord of Shu. Please forgive me, Lord of Shu."

Yang Zhan had already heard the northern accent from the old man's accent, and guessed in his mind: "This man is probably an old member of the Great Western Army. He might be a wounded soldier from the Jiangkou Battle, so he is so resistant to me."

He could also see that the old man had a lot of strength, but his martial arts was not very good. With only one arm, he couldn't do anything to destroy the salvage on the river.

With this in mind, Yang Zhan turned around and was about to go down the mountain. He did not want to get entangled with a poor old man.

Dalong was anxious, and pulled his sleeves and begged: "Lord Shu, you have already reached the door of your house. You must show respect to my two brothers. Even if you don't drink, it's good to drink a well water and take a breath."

Jian Kuan also advised, "Brother, you're all here, let's go in and sit for a while." He pretended to help the old man, but in fact he had controlled him.

Yang Zhan gave the old man a salute and said, "Old man, then we will disturb you."

When he revisited his old place, he couldn't see any trace of Fuhu Temple, and the interior had turned into the structure of a typical farmhouse. The water tank that once saved his life was no longer there, and he couldn't distinguish the entrance to the tunnel.

Jian Kuan and Zhiyong checked every corner of the hut. Except for an old woman lying on a bed in the inner room who kept coughing, there was no one else.

Dalong took out the food at home, poured a bowl of sugar water for each of the three distinguished guests, and greeted warmly: "There is nothing better at home. Please use some, Lord Shu."

Yang Zhan chuckled and said, "Dalong, your family has such good brown sugar water and peanuts to entertain guests. It's pretty good." After that, he picked up the bowl of water in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Only then did Dalong calm down and sit beside him. The old man took the main seat without hesitation, stared at the three uninvited guests and looked at them again and again.

Liu Jiankuan asked: "Do you know who untied the iron chains on the river and let those wooden boats go?"

Dalong said seriously: "We are also surprised. We thought the Lord of Shu had arranged it intentionally."

Li Zhiyong made insinuating remarks, "Some people say that your family was responsible for the destruction."

Dalong's face flushed with anxiety, "Who is talking nonsense? How could our family cause destruction?"

The old man burst out laughing so much that he burst into tears.

Yang Zhan waited for him to finish laughing and asked gently: "Old man, who were you under before? King Pingdong? King Funan? King Anxi? Or King Dingbei? Or which palace was the Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies?"

The old man was startled, "You know me? Then why do you call me, a person under fifty years old, an old man?"

Yang Zhan smiled again, "I don't know you, but your eyes have told me your identity."

The old woman sleeping inside suddenly cried hoarsely: "Lord Shu, spare your life, please don't kill my eldest brother. He is a good man. He did not cause any damage. I swear on my life and the lives of my sons that it was not him."

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Yang Zhan comforted him softly: "Mother Dalong, don't worry, I can tell the difference between good and bad people, and I won't wrongly accuse your eldest brother."

Liu Jiankuan said coldly: "You don't know him, but I do. Look at his face, does it look like the same person?"

A face flashed in Yang Zhan's mind, and he lost his voice: "Monk Kewen? Why are you here? Why is one of your hands broken?"

"You can hear the monk?" It was Dalong's turn to be surprised. "Master Shu, Master Right Hall, you must have made a mistake. My uncle has never been a monk. Our family has lived here for more than ten years. My uncle's

My right arm was always broken."

Liu Jiankuan added: "It can be heard that the monk is Feng Shuangli. If he is not Feng Shuangli, who is he?"

The old man stood up suddenly, "What? Feng Shuangli didn't die, but he became a monk? Where did he become a monk?"

Yang Zhan smiled and said: "Tell me first who you are, and then I will tell you about Feng Shuangli."

"I am Feng Quanhui, and Feng Shuangli is my biological eldest brother. This arm of mine was given by your dead senior brother back then." Feng Quanhui turned his face to the side. Yang Zhan and Liu Jiankuan's pupils were so powerful.

He was afraid that they would see through everything.

Yang Zhan chuckled and said, "It turns out he is Feng Shuangli's younger brother. I saved your eldest brother's life." He told how he saved Feng Shuangli twice and how he sent him to Fuhu Temple twice.

Feng Quanhui.

"The abbot of Fuhu Temple took him under his seat and gave him a dharma title. Some time ago, I heard that he went out to travel privately. No one knows where he is now. He might come here to find you." Yang Zhan paid attention.

The changes of Feng Quanhui.

Feng Quanhui bowed to him, "I want to thank you on behalf of my elder brother. In that case, I will tell you who let those wooden boats go."

Although Feng Quanhui is dull, he is very good at weighing the pros and cons at this moment. He is unwilling to expose Yuzhen's identity, and he is even less willing to let Yang Zhan discover the location of Lao Longzai's treasure. In this life, these two things are what he wants to do.

To protect with one's life.

He needs to get rid of Yang Zhan as soon as possible.

"I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to walk around the cliff. It was already thick fog, but I heard a lot of noise under the cliff. There were also people talking, gibbering, and I couldn't understand what they were saying. I

It was strange that someone suddenly climbed up the cliff. I quickly stepped aside and these people disappeared quickly. I ran over and there was nothing left except water on the ground."

"Approximately how many people were there? In which direction did they run?"

"It's so foggy that I can't see clearly. There are more than ten of them. They should be heading towards Chengdu."

Feng Quanhui didn't look like he was lying. Yang Zhan and Liu Jiankuan exchanged glances, and Liu Jiankuan and Li Zhiyong walked out.

Yang Zhan inadvertently saw a bundle of hemp ropes in the corner of the room and teased: "General Feng is wandering around the cliff in the middle of the night. I'm afraid he is doing something, right?"

Feng Quanhui was speechless and didn't know how to answer. Dalong was anxious again.

Yang Zhan thought to himself that this family was an honest family, and even if they had a complicated background, they were understandable. He could forgive the most evil people, so why bother bothering these people who had finally survived the disaster?

When he said goodbye and left, Feng Quanhui felt relieved.

Dalong diligently sent him to the dock, turned around and went back to ask Feng Quanhui, "Uncle, are you hiding something from us?"

Feng Quanhui said: "Sichuan people hate the Great Western Army the most. I kept it from you for your own good. Don't ask for more details. If the villagers know the details of our family, you and Erlong will not be able to marry and have children here."

.Since you have joined the Shujiang Alliance, I will not stop you. It will be good to have something to eat in troubled times."

Little did Yang Zhan know that just now, he had just passed by Jiangkou's truly huge wealth.

He walked around, waiting for news from all parties.

One after another, wooden boats were recovered. At dusk, the vast river at the mouth of the river was densely packed with boats. Jing Xin and Dakai showed up in time and organized people to fix the boats with iron chains so that they could not be fished out.

A formation that will never withdraw its troops until the treasure is obtained.
Chapter completed!