Although it was already noon, there were still white sails on the surface of the river, and freighters slowly sailed towards the sky along the river.
When there are water birds gather around the river bank, and the milky swallows spread their wings, the atmosphere is very quiet.
At this time, in the center of the freighters, there was a smaller passenger ship with an extremely luxurious appearance, which looked extremely special.
At first glance, the passenger ship has three floors in total, which can accommodate about a few hundred people, but at this moment, there is no one on the cabin and deck.
Only at the stern of the boat was a middle-aged man in a red robe sitting cross-legged, quietly looking at the float on the river.
I saw the middle-aged man with sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his weapons were majestic. Even though he was older and even without saying a word, he still couldn't hide his aura.
Especially the magnificent sense of oppression that emanated from his body made people dare not look directly at it.
"Lord, are you... looking for me?" It was not until a moment later that the old man who was standing aside and waiting respectfully could not help but ask in a low voice.
The middle-aged man did not answer, but was still staring at the float on the river.
At this moment, the float suddenly trembled, and the middle-aged man's face changed, and he gently raised the fingers of the fishing rod.
Soon, a big fish, one meter long, was caught.
Looking at the big fish that kept jumping on the deck, the middle-aged man showed joy and quickly turned his head toward the young woman standing respectfully beside him, waved and smiled: "Take it over and let Master Song help you deal with it."
As he said, he turned his head to look at the men behind him and explained lightly: "The green fish in Baisha River is the most delicious. Whether it is to make fish raw or fish soup, it is a rare product."
"Lord, if you are interested in this fish, your subordinates can send someone to breed in the southern border. Why do you have to travel to western Yunnan in person?" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man with white hair was a little puzzled.
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In his opinion, the southern border is thousands of kilometers away from western Yunnan, and it is very dangerous. It is really not worth it for the other party to take risks alone for a fish.
The middle-aged man chuckled and said to himself: "Mr. Qi, you are a layman. How can the breeding of green fish be compared with the wild green fish in the Baisha River? What you need is to catch it from the river, that's what you call it
Beautiful.”
"The realm master's research on food is perfect. How can I compare with you?" The white-haired old man laughed dryly and waved his hand repeatedly.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, then turned to look at the old man who was waiting respectfully, and said lightly: "I heard that Zhu Ping is alive and dead?"
"Yes, he was killed by that Grandmaster Su." Chalun buried his head deeply, and he didn't even dare to take a look at the face of the middle-aged man in front of him.
Although he was a middle-level member of the southern border, he knew very well that with his identity, he had no qualifications to see the other person's appearance.
"Master Su, who is he? Who is his surname and whose name? Why haven't I heard of it? There is such a person in China?" Before the middle-aged man could respond, the white-haired old man asked curiously.
"Master Su... His name is Su Tie, he is a new master, and he has only appeared in the past few days." Zhalun glanced at the old man with his eyes and quickly replied in a low voice.
The old man with white hair stroked his beard lightly, thoughtful, and then sighed: "Huaxia is truly a great country in the world. In just over a decade, seven or eight masters have appeared, but..."
As he spoke, he shook his head and smiled, "But these seem to have no effect on our southern border."
"Zhalun, are you having some contact with that Grandmaster Su?" The middle-aged man ignored the question of the old man with white hair, but looked up at Zhalun and asked lightly.
Without waiting for Chalun to answer, he continued, "The purple marrow in your body should be the one he took to you, right?"
"Lord of Realm, can you tell that I was poisoned by the purple marrow Tianxin?" When he heard the middle-aged man's words, Chalun was immediately surprised.
You know, as long as the poison of purple marrow Tianxin does not occur, there is no sign at all, and the other party can see it, which really surprised him.
"Haha, what kind of person is the Lord of Realm? When he used poison, the South American poison king was still literate. How could he not see the poison of the purple marrow and Tianxin?" The white-haired old man smiled disdainfully.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, feeling quite modest, then looked at Chalun and continued, "Tell me about his situation in detail."
"His name is Cialis. People from Jiangnan Province seem to have some relationship with the Southern Xinjiang Military Region..." Zhalun dared not hide it, and immediately told all the information related to Cialis to the middle-aged man.
Of course, there is no more to say when it comes to the matter of Heishan City, Emperor Qingxu, and his conjectures about Cycad.
Because he knew that if these things were said, he would definitely be unable to escape death.
"What did you say? He is only in his twenties. How is this possible?" After listening to Zhalun's introduction, the white-haired old man suddenly widened his eyes.
He has been practicing for so far, but he has only barely reached the peak of his innate nature. As a result, the other party has become a master in his twenties, which really makes him feel a little unbelievable.
When Chalun heard this, he just smiled bitterly and replied: "The level of a master is just everyone's guess, but he can kill Zhu Pingsheng, so it should not be too bad."
"I wish my life is already in my twilight years. If it weren't for the Chinese government, I would have killed it long ago, it would be nothing." The white-haired old man chuckled and said a little dissatisfied.
"Then... I don't know about the younger generation." Zhalun smiled bitterly and did not dare to argue.
The old man with white hair did not agree at all, but muttered a few more words before continuing to look at the middle-aged man, waved his hand and said, "Lord, this son is not worth worrying. If you are worried, I will go there in person after a few days.
Huaxia, give him some color.”
"You are now wanted by the Chinese authorities. If you don't want to die, you can try it." The middle-aged man sneered.
Then, he touched his nose and said curiously: "You just said that little girl in Jinling is his senior sister?"
"Yes, I heard that the girl named Li Mengjie is his senior sister. He said he wants to seek revenge on you." Zhalun answered truthfully.
"Haha, just by his side, he also wants to find the realm master to take revenge. He is simply a mantised man blocking the chariot and is overestimating his ability." The white-haired old man's face was even more sarcastic.
As he spoke, he hurriedly said, "Lord, I want me to see, why not drive the Xuanyin evil directly and kill the little girl in Jinling and let that boy come to the southern territory to take revenge. I want to see what he has to ask you for
You fight?"
"No, that little girl in Jinling. I keep it useful, and I can't kill you for the time being." The middle-aged man waved.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the old man with white hair, frowned and said, "There are still some small matters in Nordic Europe that have not been resolved yet. I have no time to deal with that boy named Su, so I will leave it to you to solve it."
"Don't worry, I will kill you within a month." The white-haired old man patted his chest, then got up and walked into the cabin.
Seeing the white-haired old man gradually fading away, the middle-aged man turned to look at Zhalun and smiled faintly: "Realistically, I should have helped you detoxify, but... I need you to stare at that kid now, so
……Do you get me?"
"The master of the realm, my subordinate understands." Zhalun responded respectfully, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words to his mouth, and then quickly turned around and left.
Until everyone retreated, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked in the direction of western Yunnan, then sat cross-legged again and began to continue fishing...