Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 147: Lonely figure on the cold river, boundless mountains and rivers
It was early spring this year.
Just as spring buds were sprouting and the cold winds were retreating, the rivers and lakes, north and south, were all shaken.
No one knew what had happened, and there was no sign of war in the martial arts world. However, the martial arts circles of the north and south were in turmoil, with various forces rushing back and forth in a frenzy, causing a sense of panic and killing everywhere.
The plants that have survived the winter have come back to life.
Where is that person?
The cold river roars, and a lone wild goose flies across the sky.
Outside a teahouse in front of the riverside ferry, a escort team was taking a rest. The escorts were sitting around a table. A rough look showed that there were about thirty of them. The oldest one looked to be in his sixties, and the youngest was barely in his twenties. They were all dressed in dark blue cloth and had yellow scarves around their necks. On the front escort car was a green flag with gold edges, and the words "Weiyuan" were embroidered on the flag.
The escort was led by Peng Qisha, the chief of the Weiyuan Escort Agency, the most prestigious among the twenty-seven northern outlaws, and the "Dragon King of the Land".
In addition, his left and right deputies are also famous figures in the northern martial arts world, namely Zhu Sanye, the "One-Handed Monkey" who roams across Guandong, and Zhou Tong, the underworld master known as the "Impermanence Sword" who is famous in Heshuo.
I saw a group of bodyguards sitting in twos and threes, with weapons on the table. They were biting into cooked meat, drinking strong liquor, and chatting about martial arts.
Big shots have their own world, they are powerful and influential, they control the world, and they also have conspiracies and intrigues.
Little people also have their own world. They need to have enough food to eat, do a few things to bring honor, travel safely, and practice a few martial arts. They don't seek to be earth-shattering, but just want to stand out. In their spare time, they can brag to others. That's enough.
Not everyone in this world has extraordinary fortune, a distinguished family background, a powerful master, or superb martial arts. It is normal to look ahead in the ordinary.
The idea of dominating the world and commanding good and evil is too far away from many people.
People are like this. The less capable they are, the less they think, the more content they are, and the easier it is to be satisfied. But once they become more capable, they will start to have wild thoughts. Some people can control their hearts, and they may be heroic and ambitious, or they may be proud of the martial arts world and become heroes and knights; some people cannot control their hearts, and they may become ambitious, evil, and greedy. The end of such people is often not very good.
The teahouse was run by an old lady, who was skinny and small, wearing a floral jacket. Her face was wrinkled and she was skinny. There were two chubby teenagers beside her, who looked like a family of three.
Just say that a group of people on this side were eating and drinking happily, while on the other side of the escort vehicle, two people were eating and drinking dew.
These two men were also bodyguards. One was old, with graying temples, a goatee, and a shrewd look in his eyes; the other was in his prime, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his face was filled with aggrieved expression.
Everyone else was enjoying the food and wine, except them.
The old escort didn't care much. He took out two cold and hard sesame cakes from his arms and stuffed them into the young man's hands.
The young man complained: "Is this edible? Let's..."
But before he could finish his words, the old escort next to him gave him a sharp glare.
The old escort scolded him angrily: "What did you say when you came out? I told you to mind your mouth, why don't you learn your lesson? Are you just greedy for this bite of food?"
The young escort smiled awkwardly and muttered in a low voice: "Second uncle, you are too timid."
The old escort blew his beard and glared: "If you were not the only child of our Ding family, I would not bother to take you to travel the world."
"Ah, yes, yes," the young escort master looked helpless, as if he was tired of hearing this sentence, and muttered softly: "I come out here and only get bullied. It's fine if others bully us, but our own people also bully us."
The old escort was hard of hearing and didn't hear clearly. He said with a straight face: "What did you say?"
The young man shrank his neck: "I didn't say anything."
The old escort snorted in annoyance, broke off a piece of sesame cake and put it in his mouth. He held it in his mouth for a while and then chewed it carefully. However, his eyes were staring at the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in the teahouse in a very obscure way. He frowned slightly and warned in a deep voice: "If anything happens later, we will jump into the river and don't worry about anything else."
The young escort was startled, nodded subconsciously, and then said flatteringly: "Second uncle, I want to discuss something with you. When we are out, please don't always lecture me, okay?"
The old escort snorted, "These are all experiences from the martial arts world. I have to pass them on to you, and you pass them on to your son. Maybe one day our Ding family will also produce a great man."
Hearing this, the smile on the young escort's face faded a lot, and he lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Forget it, it's the end of my life. I want to save some money, start a small business in two years, and live a good life with him and his mother."
The old escort master didn't say anything more after hearing this. He drank his tea in silence before saying, "After delivering this escort, maybe I can catch up with your baby's full moon banquet. What's it called?"
The young man chuckled and said, "My mother said something about a bright future, so I named her..."
"ah!"
Suddenly, a scream startled everyone.
I saw an escort with a look of fear on his face, he was pinching his throat tightly, his eyeballs were bulging as if they were about to pop out, his whole face quickly turned blue and purple, and then blood came out of all his orifices, he died instantly.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
In the blink of an eye, eight of them had fallen.
“So poisonous!”
Chief escort Peng Qisha looked extremely unhappy and his eyes turned quickly towards the store owner.
The old woman's expression had become ferocious and vicious, with a sinister smile on her face. The little kid beside her also had vicious eyes and murderous intent.
Mr. Zhu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he blurted out, "You are the ghost grandmother?"
Peng Qisha was a burly man with a curly beard and a purple face. He looked gloomy and asked, "What do you want?"
The old woman pointed at the long package behind him and sneered, "Hand over the green jade wand, and I will let you go."
"The green jade wand?"
The escorts had different expressions, some were confused, some were shocked. This was the holy object of the Demon Cult, how could it have been mixed up with them?
Only the three escort leaders looked at each other and reacted decisively.
"kill!"
Without further ado, the three men suddenly attacked and were ready to take action.
Unexpectedly, the old woman reached into the basket beside her, raised her hand and threw several black pills out.
Before it landed on the ground, the black ball exploded in the air with a loud bang, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue.
For a moment, there was chaos and turmoil, blood was flying everywhere, screams were heard one after another, and there was also the old woman's shrill laughter.
Peng Qisha's pupils shrank sharply, his face looked grim: "Firearms from Jiangnan Pili Hall?"
His face was covered in dust and his hair looked as if it had been burned by fire. He turned around and walked away, his figure shooting towards the river like an arrow.
"Haha, you want to run? Leave your stuff behind."
A blood-red sword suddenly flew over like lightning.
"Rose Sword?"
Peng Qisha's eyelids twitched wildly. He turned his hand and a precious sword came out of its sheath at his waist. He held the blade horizontally and blocked the sword light.
But he only blocked the first sword and failed to block the second sword. The blood-red sword light suddenly shot up, and Peng Qisha suddenly felt his right eye go black, followed by a piercing pain. He screamed and fell into the river.
The person who drew the sword was none other than Yan Nanfei.
Peng Qisha was panicking as he saw that he was about to fall into the Yangtze River. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lone boat incredibly floating upstream on the rolling waves.
"God will not abandon me!"
Without thinking too much, Peng Qisha felt ecstatic. With his remaining strength, he flew up and paddled in the air with his legs, intending to seize the boat.
Of course there was someone on the boat. That person was wearing a bamboo hat and a fluttering black robe. His strong chest was revealed under the half-open collar. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the biting river breeze, standing proudly between the mountains and rivers.
"Haha, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early."
The man in the bamboo hat smiled gently, lowered his hand behind his back, and circled his index finger in the air. A drop of water was immediately caught between his fingers from the river. He then flicked his finger, and the drop of water instantly became round, as if it had become a top-notch hidden weapon in the world, which penetrated the mist and disappeared in a flash.
Peng Qisha's face showed astonishment, his pupils suddenly dilated, and then he fell into the river like a bird with broken wings, with a bright red spot between his eyebrows.
When Yan Nanfei saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly changed and he said in a lost voice: "Is it you?"
The man in the bamboo hat was also a little surprised. He grabbed the bundle in mid-air and said with a smile, "Do you still remember the promise of fighting again by the Taihu Lake? I'm here to keep the appointment."
