When the aroma of meat came from the Taoist temple, the old coachman and two Taoist priests walked in from outside the gate.
Luochuan stood up to greet him. Behind him, except for the beautiful woman who still looked indifferent, everyone else also stood up and followed him.
"Thank you to the two seniors for helping me again," Luo Chuan smiled and saluted, "I just didn't expect to meet again by chance at the Han River. It is actually the fate of the junior and the two seniors."
"Fate is indeed fate, but a chance encounter is not a chance encounter." Among the two Taoist priests, the one who spoke was still the thin Taoist priest with a fierce look. He smiled and nodded at Luochuan, "Since we separated that day, we two brothers
I was thinking that you and your party might not be able to turn the corner, and I was thinking about what the young master said the other day. Since you can't enter the capital to fight with swords, you might as well go to an acquaintance of your senior brother to ask for advice. It just so happened that the senior brother was in Cang in Li County at this time.
Yan Shan followed him all the way and wanted to be a companion with the young master and his party, but I didn’t know if it was possible.”
"What's wrong with this? There are two more master companions around me. After all, the juniors have taken advantage," Luo Chuan said with a smile, "The two seniors come here to try the juniors' craftsmanship. This meat
I can’t say how delicious the soup is, but it’s definitely not bad.” There was a hint of pride in his smile, “They all thought that I had been fooling around in the capital for more than ten years, how could they know that I had secretly learned such a craft?”
The two Taoist priests looked at each other and smiled in surprise. When they followed Luo Chuan to the bonfire, the heroic woman had already filled two bowls of broth and brought them to them.
On the other side, the five cavalrymen did not return to the bonfire. Instead, they saluted the old coachman who came back with them. Their gloves hit their breastplates with a "dong" sound, "I have seen the general!"
The old coachman walked past them and said casually, "What kind of general? When I was young, I was only a subordinate general. Now that I am old and have returned to my fields, it is even less so." He sat down by the campfire and started to recruit a few cavalrymen.
He waved and said with a smile, "Come, sit down and have a sip of hot soup. You are considered lucky. How many people in this world have tasted the soup cooked by a young master?"
The bearded man Li Mu took the lead and sat back to the campfire with a smile. He sat down next to the old coachman and took the bowl of soup handed over by the heroic woman. He took a sip regardless of how hot it was and immediately gave him a thumbs up.
, "Master, this soup is indeed a delicacy on earth, no, no, no, it should be a delicacy in heaven!"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that our military commander is good at flattering. I think this official career should be smooth after coming here," Luo Chuan pointed at the bearded man and laughed, and the circle of strangers around the campfire suddenly disappeared.
Some feelings of alienation.
The bonfire is blazing, burning away the chill of late autumn.
The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the figure in a foreign land.
At this moment, the beautiful woman with no one sitting half a meter away suddenly remembered what Luo Chuan had said to the little beggar on the carriage. He said that we were both from the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before we met?
The words in the sentence are simple, but when connected together they can have such good meaning.
She looked at the other side of the bonfire, the man who could discuss Taoism with Wangchuan Jianxiu and drink with the military roughnecks. She picked up the bowl of broth left for her and took a sip. Even though she was not interested in food.
Even those who are picky think it has a certain taste.
She rested her chin on her hands and looked up at the moon. Her posture was as graceful as a fairy from the Moon Palace.
She thought of a person, a person named after the moon.
She kind of misses...that person.
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Hanjiang River is one of the three major rivers in Zhongzhou.
It is not as turbulent and winding as the Nu River at the northernmost end, nor as deep as the Wei River in the middle that crosses four states, but it is worse than the huge water volume and numerous tributaries.
Countless tributaries penetrate into the southern part of Zhongzhou like roots, giving birth to the most fertile land in the world.
But when you really face it for the first time, you don't think about these things at all.
You will be involuntarily shocked by its vastness and marvel at its majesty. Under the calm appearance, the immeasurable river flows eastward forever, undercurrents like a curtain, and irresistible.
Its depth is invisible, as if facing the deep sea, making people feel insignificant.
A huge sailing ferry sailed out from a large-scale ferry. The cabin was short, but the deck was spacious and luxurious. Two ordinary carriages of different sizes were parked one behind the other, but there were five people stuffed around the carriage.
A powerful war horse, the war horse snorts from time to time, which can startle the horses pulling the cart and tap their hooves uneasily.
Standing in front of the fence in front of the deck was a man and a woman, it was Luo Chuan and the heroic woman in red armor who was always with him.
Not far away from them, the cavalry commander Li Muzheng and another cavalry subordinate stood guard. It was a distance that could not hear the whispers of the two people but could be reached in an instant in case of sudden crisis. It was very appropriate.
Further away, there was an old coachman and two Wangchuan sword cultivators sitting on the ground. The three of them seemed to be discussing some truth that ordinary people couldn't understand. From time to time they stretched out their hands to make gestures, and they seemed to have gained a lot.
Luo Chuan put his forearms on the railing of the ferry and leaned his upper body out of the boat. The gentle breeze blew and the blue water rippled. "Even if this section of the river is selected as the ferry, there will be ten
Yu Likuan," he said to himself while shaking his head in admiration, "the natural power of this world is really amazing."
The heroic woman behind him glanced at him in surprise and said, "Young Master has always said strange things in recent days."
Luo Chuan laughed and did not look back, "Siqi, if one day the world is completely peaceful, where do you want to go?"
"All I have to do is follow the young master. If I can have a place as convenient as the capital, and practice swordplay and chess with the young master when I have nothing to do, my life will be very good," the heroic woman stretched out her right hand to hold the dagger at her waist.
He rubbed the hilt of the sword a few times, obviously in a good mood.
"It's okay to practice swordsmanship, forget about playing chess," Luo Chuan smiled and shook his head and said to himself, "The world is so big, it would be a pity not to go and see it."
"There's nothing to see..." the heroic woman muttered and then looked at Luo Chuan's profile, "Young master, if you want to go see it, Siqi will accompany you to see it."
Luo Chuan suddenly straightened up and looked towards the center of the river in the distance. There, several large-scale ships were slowly gathering together. They seemed to be in a circle, and they seemed to have formed some kind of formation. "It's a rush."
What activities did you attend?”
He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there were faint stars twinkling in his eyes. He saw three small boats without oars and sails being lowered from those huge ships. Each small boat
There was a young woman lying on the boat!
"This is..." He stared, but before he could finish speaking, the panicked and suppressed shouts of the boat boss came from behind the ferry!
"Lower the sails quickly! Lower the sails quickly!" The gray-haired old man quickly ran out of the cabin and waved his hands to direct the boatmen. Then he turned to look at the people on the deck and kept clasping his fists in salute. There was no trace of panic in his eyes.
Unable to hide it, "Dear guests, guests, don't move or make a sound for a while, otherwise a disaster will happen, otherwise a disaster will happen!"
He looked worriedly towards the center of the river in the distance, his hands trembling and his voice hoarse, "Why is this year's Dragon King Festival so advanced...Why is this year's Dragon King Festival so... so early...