The raw fish maw white squares are struggling in the darkness, and the water mist on the branches has condensed into dewdrops.
A ray of sun shone mightily from above the sea level, and the water sparkled and trembled. There was already a sparse crowd of people coming and going at the pier.
"Go to the entrance of Qianzhiling." The man wore a bamboo hat and a large black robe that covered his whole body. He was carrying a teenage girl on his back and spoke to the boatman in a low voice.
The boatman glanced at the man's outfit. These days, most people taking the black boat early in the morning are so mysterious, which is not surprising. Instead, he took a second look at the girl lying on his back, wearing a veil crookedly.
, with a sleepy look on his neck.
Because the smell at the dock was too strong, Jing Che half-opened his eyes, covering his nose with disgust with one hand, and impatiently shaking Baili Fengjian's robe with the other to urge him.
Father and daughter? It doesn't look like it. The boatman secretly speculated on the relationship between the two. Could it be that they were child brides?
But no matter what the relationship between the two is, it is obvious at a glance that they must go to Qianzhiling. And there are only two types of people of this kind, those who possess great treasures, or those who are rebellious officials and traitors. Anyway, no matter what kind, they are
If a rich person doesn't want to make a fortune, who would be willing to go to a gloomy place like Qianzhiling: "It's too far, I won't do this business."
"Ten times the price." Baili Fengjian interrupted him with a lazy tone that sounded rich and wealthy.
"This -" the boatman was happy when he heard the price, but he still kept a businessman's face and pretended to hesitate and think about it. After a while, he agreed, "Okay."
But he was already laughing in his heart. He didn't expect this person to be so generous. With this offer, not to mention going to Qianzhiling, he would do it even if it was Zhen Yiren's business. He said at the same time: "You two should pay twice the deposit first."
, I will prepare fresh water and food, and then we can sail the boat."
Without saying a word, Baili Fengjian threw a money bag to him and carried Jing Che on his back on the boat.
The ship is not small. There are three compartments separated by simple wooden boards in the cabin, one for storage, a kitchen, and a large bedroom.
Although there are several beds scattered around in the bedroom, it is very spacious, but going to Qianzhiling requires at least three nights of floating on the sea, and it is really embarrassing for master and apprentice to share one room.
Jingche's sleepiness had mostly disappeared, her eyes rolled around in circles, and she didn't feel anything was wrong. She pointed to the bed by the window, as if she was afraid that others would try to grab her, and declared arrogantly: "I want to sleep."
This one.”
Baili Fengjian put her on the bed, picked a bed at random, sat down, and out of habit took out the wine gourd hanging at his waist.
After waiting for a while, the boatman boarded the boat, and the boat slowly left the shore in the direction of the rising sun. The rising sun shone more and more warmly on the window paper, and was divided into streaks of gold by the carved ship windows.
Finally embarking on the return journey, far away from the territory of Lincang people, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The past few days have been truly thrilling, and even a conceited and lazy person like him has tightened his nerves.
What he was most worried about was the young apprentice who was too hot-tempered and powerless. Secondly, he also wondered why Jiangnan, which had always been relatively peaceful, had been experiencing various turmoils recently. He himself had joined the Lincang army
Not to mention the face-to-face encounter, even the southern resuscitators who had kept a low profile for so many years were beginning to make moves.
Moreover, there were too many sudden and strange things happening in the past few days that he couldn't figure out.
The demon king Gu Zhan, who was sealed in the stone carving of a bird, is the bottom floor of the imperial mausoleum he mentioned, the same place where Sui Sheng asked A Che to go? And what is hidden on the bottom floor of the imperial mausoleum, and what does it have to do with A Che?
What is the relationship? And what is the relationship with the Zhenyi people?
The intricately patterned antique mirror boundary stone that Gu Zhan insisted on giving to A Che was engraved with the word "Zhen Yi". Could it be the key to the bottom floor of the imperial mausoleum?
And the senior who was expelled from the Sword Saint Sect, named Su Yue, wait... Su Yue? Baili Fengjian suddenly thought of something.
The Wangchuan Underground Palace was originally the mausoleum of Concubine Yue. Concubine Su Yue was the concubine of Emperor Yaohe Yuanji, and the stone carvings of the bird are from the same era as Emperor Yaohe. So, are this Su Yue and the other Su Yue the same person?
?If it is really the same person and a disciple of the Sword Saint Sect enters the palace and becomes a concubine, then it is really a very shocking thing.
But everything was just a guess, and he couldn't think of any clues.
That's right, leaving aside these other people's things, the seal that was inexplicably branded on his shoulder was enough to bother him...
It was like a mystery that slowly rolled into a snowball. He tried to peel it off layer by layer to see clearly, but suddenly found that he was already inside the snowball, trying to peek into the core of the secret like a leopard through a tube.
Well, he is not a self-troubled person. He just muddles along and makes plans after returning to Jiahuang Mountain.
He relaxed his unconsciously frowning brows and was about to raise his gourd to take a sip. When he raised his eyes, he saw an enlarged face in front of him. Through a layer of veil, his pink and fair skin could still be seen. The golden face of a girl in the rising sun.
The soft down on his upper body was vaguely visible, and a pair of hazy peach blossom eyes were looking at him with a malicious expression.
"Master, didn't I pour all your wine? Why are you still drinking?" He looked like an adult, with his hands behind his back and a slight bow. The little face in front of him was upright, and he looked like a mocker when he pointed at his master.
Decent.
But when it came to wine, Baili Fengjian tried his best to resist the urge to pick her up by the face and throw her directly into the sea.
Before he could take this matter to task, his young apprentice started to make suggestions. The wine in the gourd today was bought by him from a restaurant. The taste was so bad that he could only force it into his throat. Previously, he was in Wangchuan Underground Palace.
The wine she poured out unceremoniously was a rare jar of Luofuchun in the world, and now only a dozen jars are buried in the mountains behind his Yunqin Peak.
At that time, he was really angry because of his little apprentice's unreasonable remarks. Now that he thought about it, he began to feel distressed.
He did not deny that he was addicted to alcohol. He even regarded this as the reason for his decadence.
Jing Che saw that his face was slightly grim and he was silent, so he snatched the wine gourd from his hand with quick eyes and hands, raised it high above his head proudly, and said: "Master, if you drink too much wine, your brain will become confused. Ah Che will
I'll try my best to help you out."
"You dare?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a sharp and dangerous atmosphere in his slow tone.
Anyone who knows how to observe words and emotions knows that if a person who used to be careless and carefree shows such an expression, it is a sign of anger.
He thought that given the previous precedent of master and apprentice having a very unpleasant quarrel over alcohol, Jing Che would not do whatever he wanted this time. But Baili Fengjian underestimated her again.
To say that she doesn't know how to restrain herself is really too objective.
Jingche will never be among these ordinary people. She goes her own way and acts boldly. She has never developed the habit of looking at people's faces since she was a child, and she certainly won't do it now. What's more, if she thinks what she does is good, she will never do it.
shake.
It was because of drinking that the master lost his fighting spirit and could not even save the world. He clearly knew that so many people were looking forward to him and eager for his sword to be drawn for the clan, but he was unwilling to be soft or hard.
When it comes to eating, I only know how to drink, and I only know how to behave like a turtle.
He said it was because he was afraid of death, but she didn't believe him. If he was really afraid of death, he would not face the enemy alone in the Hongchen Inn, nor would he fight the Demon King Gu Zhan for her. He always looked drunk and indifferent, but
She knew that he cared about many things.
In her eyes, the world is divided very simply, either black or white, love or hate. She cannot see the twists and turns of the hidden secrets. She only knows that all living beings are looking forward to him, and he has this ability, so he should
He went to save the world. But he drank too much and sometimes became delirious.
So she wanted to help her master.
He stretched out his hand out of the window and blew his clothes. The wine in the gourd swayed against the roaring sea breeze and fell on the churning sea. The sea breeze filled the cabin with a fishy smell, and was soon overwhelmed by the menacing wine.
Covered by incense.
However, Baili Fengjian watched what she did with an unusually calm expression, neither smiling nor angry, and there was a layer of compassion in his eyes for no reason.
Not compassion for anyone, but for himself.
"Ah Che," he called very casually, but it sounded very solemn. It was not the tone of elders talking to juniors in the past, but like having a heart-to-heart talk with a close friend who has been with him for many years. "It's useless."
Don't save him anymore, it's useless.
Every word he spoke seemed to be fished out of a jar of wine that had been brewing for hundreds of years, and it was filled with sadness. The numbness brought by the wine had penetrated every inch of his bones.
If a drinker firmly admits that he is drunk, is he drunk?
Jing Che was also stunned by the sad look on his face.
She didn't know if she had done something wrong. She just simply wanted Master to stop drinking. But why did Master look like this?
I walked over and squatted beside him like a docile rabbit, resting my elbows on his knees so that I could clearly see all his expressions.
This beautiful but weathered face is as handsome as an ancient divine sword. However, the scabbard of the divine sword is covered with rust spots, and it is full of decadence and desolation. His slovenliness, his carelessness, his indifference, his
His drunken life and dreams are actually his cover. All his ambitions and passions, talents and passions are wrapped in the scabbard.
They are all original intentions and have never decayed.
The divine sword refuses to be unsheathed by itself, and no one in the world can pull it out.
"A Che just wants to help Master, and then Master will save the world." The little girl's eyes were filled with scorching emotion.
He gently stroked her long hair, with a cruel smile on his lips: "But, Ah Che, do you know that there is more blood in this world because of me, and Master has no way to face it."
Staring at his dark pupils with half-understanding, the sea breeze was bitter.