Chapter 248: Fishing Boat on the River, Xiaoxiang Night Rain

Chapter 248: Fishing Boat on the River, Xiaoxiang Night Rain

Chapter 248: Fishing Boat on the River, Xiaoxiang Night Rain

The Minjiang River originates from several large streams in Wuyi Mountain, runs from Jianning in the west, passes through Fuzhou Prefecture, and flows into the sea in the east.
At the end of the official road, the smoke and dust gradually cleared, and the white figure of the rider disappeared into the green banyan forest.

"Quack~"

A few river gulls were circling in the eastern sky, chasing the waves and competing for food, their hoarse cries making ear-piercing noises.

Under the thatched hut, four or five merchants who had returned to Fujian from the Three Hunan Provinces were telling stories about their experiences in the business world, attracting the attention of many drinkers.

"If we talk about the most important event in the martial arts world recently, it is that Master Liu San of Hengshan has invited fellow martial artists to hold a ceremony to retire from martial arts."

"Hengshan City is so lively! More than a month in advance, Mr. Liu San has booked all the restaurants and inns in the city. No matter if his friends come with an invitation or not, as long as they mention Liu Zhengfeng's name, they can get ten days of food and lodging."

Someone said: "It is reasonable for the leader of Hengshan Sect to retire with such a grand ceremony."

The merchant laughed and said, "Brother, you are wrong. Although Mr. Liu San is famous, it is a pity that he is not the head of Hengshan Sect."

"Who is the head of Hengshan?"

"Xiaoxiang Night Rain, Mr. Mo Da."

"Why haven't you heard of this gentleman?"

The merchant pretended to be mysterious and said with a smile: "This involves another secret. Their master was going to pass the position of the head to the more popular Mr. Liu San, but who knew that Mr. Mo Da..."

The girl in green came out of the tavern, stood by the road, and looked towards the green banyan tree in the east.

"I asked the shopkeeper. The nearest ferry is seven miles to the east."

Lao Denuo followed, carrying a bulging bag on his back. He bought some dry food and pickles at the wine shop, enough to support him all the way to Fuzhou.

Whenever Yue Buqun went out, he always liked to take his thoughtful second disciple with him, taking care of all matters such as food, accommodation, and transportation.

The mounts rented by Nanchang Prefecture had already been returned to the carriage and horse agency in Taining County, so the two men had to walk.

They are all martial artists with strong muscles and bones, so a little speed is just a piece of cake for them.

"Second Brother, give me the package."

"You're welcome, Junior Sister."

Yue Lingshan chuckled and said, "If there is something, I will do the hard work. Have you forgotten our current status?"

"Junior sister is smart and clever, so I am shameless, senior brother."

Laodenuoyan smiled, took off the package and handed it over.

"After all, I followed a few brothers and ventured into the martial arts world..."

Yue Lingshan suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the other end of the official road. A strange man came from the west, holding a long object in his hand, which looked like a walking stick, but was wrapped tightly with cloth.

The man had a hunched back and was dressed in tattered clothes. He walked at an unhurried but surprisingly fast pace. When he arrived in front of the tavern, he stopped for a moment, stared at the official road under his feet, smacked his lips for a while, and then continued to walk eastward.

Luo De Nuo suddenly said: "He is following the one riding the white horse!"

Yue Lingshan was surprised and asked, "Ah! How did you know?"

Lao Denuo was experienced in the martial arts world and said with a smile, "Little Junior Sister, didn't you see that after he observed the horse hoof prints on the ground, he immediately went east. During this time, wasn't it only the man in the black cloak who rode by on horseback?"

Yue Lingshan asked: "Is he a killer?"

Lao Denuo shook his head and said, "I don't know. There are many strange people in the world, and we are not very familiar with the people in the southern rivers and lakes."

Yue Lingshan thought for a moment and said, "How about we follow behind and see what's going on?"

Lao Denuo hesitated and said, "Master has ordered us to hurry to Fuzhou Prefecture as soon as possible. Don't make any unnecessary troubles, okay?"

"Otherwise, this person's whereabouts are strange, maybe... he is a spy from the Qingcheng Sect. Besides, the dock is also on the east side, which is just on the way. We can just follow behind and watch from a distance. We won't cause any trouble."

Laudenuo nodded and said, "That's good!"

So, the two of them followed the strange man from a distance...

The river water is clear and blue, and the smoke is vast.

The Wadang Ferry on the bank of the Minjiang River was originally the site of an old kiln. Fishermen often caught Han Dynasty tiles from the river water near the bank. Those with complete appearance and rare patterns could be sold at high prices to merchants specializing in this business.

"quack!"

Seagulls flew over the river, picked up the silver knife fish unique to the Minjiang River, landed on the sandbar in the middle of the river, pecked open the fish's belly with their long beaks, and swallowed it in one gulp. They looked up at the approaching single-masted white sail, cutting through the waves, and the speed of the boat gradually slowed down. The setting sun cleared the evening smoke, and the gentle fisherman's song rose from the distant shore.

There was also a small black-padded boat moored in front of the pier. The boatman was wearing a conical hat, a straw raincoat and a rain hat, and straw sandals. He was sitting on the pier with a long pole in his arms, dozing off, not caring whether there were any passengers wanting to take the boat.

"Damn it!"

The strange man walked to the dock, looked at the river, and cursed in a low voice.

He originally planned to take action in Taining and didn't want to be a step late.

The sloop had already reached the sandbar in the middle of the river. A white horse stood on the bow, taking up almost half of the deck. There was a vague figure next to it, standing alone at the bow, looking east.

"Don't stand there, old man. Grandpa wants to take a boat!"

The hunchbacked man withdrew his gaze and walked towards the boatman. Seeing that the boatman was still sleeping soundly and unmoved, he picked up the long object and was about to pull him up to row the boat.

"suddenly!"

A cold light flashed, and a purple lightning stabbed from bottom to top, towards the abdomen.

The speed is extremely fast and the angle is extremely tricky.

At this time, the hunchback's eyes and mind were probably on the boat on the sandbar in the middle of the river. He never expected that something unexpected would happen to him. He was shocked and hurriedly shook off the cloth strip, revealing a jet-black jade cane with a coiled dragon on it. He held it horizontally with both hands and blocked forward.

The reaction was quick, but still a little slow.

"Pfft!"

The purple sword pierced into the left chest, blood spurted out, but after penetrating only half a foot, it was separated by the Panlong crutch.

"when!"

The clash of sticks and swords produced a loud clashing sound, and the huge force caused discomfort to both sides.

The coiled dragon crutch was made of some unknown wood, but its texture was stronger than gold or iron, and it was carved into the shape of a dragon, with its head facing the sky and a crescent moon in its mouth. It also had a half-foot cold blade that was shining with green light, and it seemed to have some other magical use.

"Good boy, you are using a trick to harm grandpa!"

The hunchbacked man took three or five steps back, quickly pressed acupoints on his left chest to stabilize his injury, then took out a small porcelain bottle, crushed it in his palm, and stuffed the pill into his mouth. He completed this set of actions very quickly.

The boatman is naturally not a boatman.

"Same here, you are not that upright at all!"

Taking away the straw raincoat and hat, he was revealed to be a tall, slender young man with phoenix eyes and stringy brows.

Holding the purple sword, Zhang Yu laughed and cursed back: "Where did you come from, old toad? You have been sneaking around and following me all the way from Xiangyang Wharf. What do you want to do?"

He showed contempt on his face, but was actually surprised in his heart that his carefully planned sword attack failed to seriously injure the opponent. It seemed that the martial arts of this hunchbacked monster should not be underestimated.

"Humph, Grandpa's name will never change. My surname is Mu, my given name is Gao Feng, and people in Jianghu call me 'The Camel of the Northern Frontier'!"

Although Mu Gaofeng was not careful and lost the initiative, he was arrogant in his heart and did not realize that he could not defeat this young man who could be his grandson. If he had not been concerned about his identity as the leader of the Demon Sect and was afraid of retaliating from the masters of the Sun and Moon Sect, he would have taken action as early as in Hubei.

Zhang Yu had heard of this man's name before. He was a well-known master in the martial arts world for a long time, but his behavior was despicable. The so-called "Ming Tuo" was just a self-proclaimed name. Because of his superb martial arts, vicious methods, and vindictiveness, most people did not dare to provoke him easily.

"Saibei Mingtu? Do I have a grudge against you?"

"No injustice, no enmity!"

"Then what do you want from me?"

Mu Gaofeng said with a hoarse voice, "Someone offered 100,000 taels of silver to recruit underworld masters to kill you. Boy, instead of letting those nameless people get away with it, why not give this wealth to me?"

Zhang Yu guessed in his heart that he had made quite a few enemies in the Orthodox Church.

Yang Lianting, Yue Buqun, the Songshan School, Tong Yukang, and even Concubine Wan in the capital might all offer a reward for his head.

These underworld masters are rampant and unscrupulous, not bound by the rules of the underworld. No matter whether you are from an orthodox religion or a divine sect, they do things for money. There is no money they dare not make, and no one they dare not kill.

Although the old hunchback in front of him is difficult to deal with, he is still an open enemy.

But it's not pleasant to be watched in secret and have to be on guard all the time.

"Zhang's head is on his neck. If you want it, come and take it yourself!"

(End of this chapter)