Fu Canglu

Chapter 6

A hundred years ago, when the master craftsman Moban was not born, crossing the Qi River was as difficult as going up to the blue sky!
Now that the Dragon Shouzhou boat is flying with evil waves, as long as there is no thunderstorm season, there is no danger in crossing the river.

Even so, given the width of the Qi River, it is difficult to see each other across the river, and it takes an hour to cross the river.

There are countless piers in Hongliu City, and the berthed ships are hard to count at a glance. The densely packed boats fluctuate with the river water, which is particularly spectacular.

I saw a huge ship with a bright blue head and a fresh blue paint slowly starting, and eighteen lances turning slowly.

Standing at the bow of the boat was a young man wrapped in a red and white woolen overcoat, with red lips and white teeth, and a velvet snow fur. He was clearly a son of a wealthy family. .

Naturally it was Xiao Yi, the little prince looked down at the river, the waves were yellow and turbid, eighteen spears lined up on both sides, and the dragon boat set off, unexpectedly he didn't feel too much bumps.

"Master Mo Ban's birth is a great fortune in the world." The little prince stood sideways on the bow of the boat, with the cold wind blowing, and the red and white velvet wrapped three points tighter. It was already the middle of April, and his breath was on the surface of the river. The surface is still white, which shows that the coldness of the river is unusual.

"Your Highness, 100 years ago was a golden age, and countless genius masters came into being," the old Duan said with emotion as he watched the eighteen dragon heads advancing rapidly.

"In terms of martial arts alone, ninth-rank masters are rare these days, and a list of heaven lists all the heroes in the world. 100 years ago, I am afraid that even that master was not enough to be among the top in the world."

Xiao Yi became slightly interested, the corners of Lao Duan's mouth raised slightly, and his expression changed a bit.

"Not to mention the city lord of Fengxueyincheng who is the most famous in the world, just the legendary figures who ascended in the daytime, there are quite a few. Before Moban built the giant boat, crossing the river back and forth between the two sides of the river depended on the fairy in the legend. Ferryman."

Xiao Yi has read all over the history, and naturally knows that before the Spring and Autumn Period, the middle section of the Qi River was the most difficult to cross, and it took a detour of more than a hundred miles to cross the river at a place where the water was calm.But there is only one person, a straw coir raincoat, a wooden paddle and a lone boat, who travel back and forth like a shuttle. The ferryman only looks at fate, regardless of good or evil. The young Jun Yan escaped unharmed.

There are no other stories about this man in the book. It is only said that this man's white hair reached the ground, and only one person was ferryed per trip. No more chance to board the ship.

The Overlord rebuilt Western Chu, and sent someone with a heart to Qijiang to look for the savior, but he was nowhere to be found.Xiao Yi also knew that his father stopped a huge boat on the Qijiang River in the middle of the river, and sent countless experts to search the river, but he couldn't find the ferryman.

The ferryman does exist, and it is indeed not something that ordinary people can meet.

"It's ridiculous that in today's world, the strong players are withering." Old Duan shook his head, "Could it be that the masters were all born in the wrong era and squeezed into 100 years ago?"

Xiao Yi felt a chill coming from the surface of the river, tightened the velvet on his neck, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "There is no shortage of masters in the rivers and lakes. Duan, maybe in a few days, the spring rain will come, and the masters who have been scarce for 100 years will spring up like bamboo shoots It's coming up."

The old Duan laughed, unloaded the flower wine from his waist, and drank it in one sip, his eyes turned from bright to dark, and he said in a low voice, "Your Highness is right, masters are like bamboo shoots in spring, but it's just that this season It didn't rain, why did a lot of them pop up."

When the dragon boat reached the center of the river, there was only a vast mist on the surface of the river, and two or three black spots in the distance broke through the confusion, and the [-]-branched dragon-headed giant ship was speeding forward.

Xiao Yi took two steps back, squinted his eyes, and watched the three-leaf boat in the distance bumping forward in the waves of the Qi River, but it was as straight and fast as a rapier.

Qi Liang dragon boat, Northern Wei sword boat.The former is stable and the latter is fast.

Miao Jianghong and Duan Mingsheng tacitly agreed, each took a step forward, swaying their sleeves imposingly, just waiting for the two boats to meet.

There were three people in a boat, all wearing black clothes and black sleeves, covered with a layer of grass, the fog was so thick that it was impossible to see their faces clearly.

"Over the years, I've bothered you street rats the most. Today, who gave you the courage to show off your black clothes." The old Duan had no expression on his face, and took a sip of his wine.

The torrent in the middle of the river, the dragon boat stopped, and the sword boat stopped.

"I will borrow ten thousand gold to borrow your highness's head." A man sat on the leader's sword boat, his coir raincoat was blown by the river wind, and he spoke with a smile.

"Your Excellency is a well-known master in the Tianbang, why bother us little shrimps." The old Duan squinted his eyes and took a step forward, "Qi Liang is not short of money, so he paid double to buy that man's head."

The coir raincoat leader smiled and showed his white teeth, "After this business is over, I will naturally come to pick up your change."

"Nothing to talk about?" Old Duan had finished his wine, his eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

"There's nothing to talk about." The coir raincoat leader shook his head, feeling very sorry.

"Since you know that the man is following His Highness, you still dare to attack," the old Duan finished his drink, chewing and swallowing the roots, "Who gave you the courage? Could it be that old Jiang who is tired of work?" brute?"

"That lord is good at good fortune, if he is accompanying normally, it is naturally not Feng's turn to be presumptuous," the assassin surnamed Bu raised his hand, a clear cry came from the sky, and a falcon figure swooped down and landed on the arm of the assassin in straw raincoat.

"Your Highness, have you heard of the name of Fengting?" The coir raincoat gently stroked the falcon, the straw hat tilted slightly, revealing those murderous eyes.

"Qi Liang has two gold lists, one is titled scholar seeker, and the other is titled extremely vicious person. There is such a similar name on the bad list to make up the number."

"Feng Ting's former name is Feng Qing, he likes to raise falcons, falcons and beasts. In the 14th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, he killed his master and rebelled against his sect. He joined the black-sleeved ink-clothed killer sect and became the head of a bullshit assassin. The name of the family," Xiao Yi smiled, his words were full of derogatory contempt, "there are 36 people in the Tianbang, and Feng Qing ranks 36th, just a character who eats shit to make up for the position, whether high or low."

"I'm not talented. I only know Feng Ting, the great master of swordsmanship 100 years ago. I don't know which Feng Ting you are. Could it be that the great master crawled out of the tomb?"

The coir raincoat remained silent, raised his head and smiled instead of anger, "People say that His Highness the little prince is well-read, but Feng Mou said that Your Excellency is an elegant scholar, but unexpectedly he is a bookworm with a sharp tongue and a mouth full of dung."

"After I pick off His Highness's head, I want to see if His Highness, the little prince, can be as talented as before?" Feng Qing let out a long roar, and let the falcon go up to the sky, and the whole person jumped up on the boat, flying towards the dragon boat like a sharp sword. go.

Duan Mingsheng sneered, lowered his hat, and leaped out, spitting out the last weed from the corner of his mouth, and slapped Feng Qing, the master of the day!
The two palms touched each other, their inner strength surged, Duan Mingsheng frowned slightly, his throat was sweet, knowing that he was not his opponent, he spat out a mouthful of black blood at Fengqing in the coir raincoat, and used his body to float back, which was regarded as resisting the next blow.

Feng Qing sneered, and half held the grapefruit with the other hand, the black blood was caught in the air and thrown towards Jiang Xin, she backed steadily, and landed on the bow of the boat again.

Duan Mingsheng landed back on the dragon boat, and praised with a blank expression, "What a great master of swordsmanship, Feng Ting, who can resist one move without dying, isn't he a proper ninth-rank master?"

Xiao Yi could see clearly that Lao Duan said that he was not as good as a Ninth-Rank master, and he just matched up, but he was only at a disadvantage. It can be seen that the coir raincoat Fengqing is only an Eighth-Rank strength.

No wonder the old Duan said that the masters of the world are withering, and the masters of the eighth rank are on the list. It really can't compare with the prosperity of 100 years ago.

"Old guy with a stubborn mouth?" Feng Qing couldn't hold back his murderous aura, and the person behind him handed over a black sword. Xiao Yi never forgot it, and saw that the person handing the sword was the assassin who attacked the official Dao Juan Lihua that day.

"Today, I cut off your dragon head, eighteen broken boats, and exchanged your head for ten thousand gold to buy wine!" Feng Qing unsheathed his sword intent, and the eight assassins behind him unsheathed silently.

His Highness the little prince Xiao Yi still looked at each other with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)