She tasted something wrong with his demeanor and words at the moment.
Chen Yulou narrowed his eyes slightly.
Glanced at him in surprise.
It stands to reason that after hundreds of years, even the blood feud between the Guanshan lineage and the four sects should gradually dissipate.
At least this is true for him and Partridge Whistle.
But...
After all, this kind of thing cannot be discussed based on common sense.
Of the four sects at that time, Mojin and Faqiu were the worst. They destroyed their talismans and seals, and disappeared from the world for a time, almost destroying their families.
Since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, all the heroes in the world have been competing for power. In order to raise military funds and wages, Cao Cao specially appointed Faqiu Zhonglang and Mojin Xiaowei.
General Faqiu Zhonglang, commanded by Mojin Xiaowei.
On the body is the seal of Heavenly Official of Faqiu, with the eight ancient seal characters "Blessed by Heavenly Official, No Taboos" cast on it. It is a rare divine object. It is said that with this seal in hand, all ghosts and gods will be avoided.
Furthermore, the Faqiu lineage has its own inheritance, including Dragon Searching Technique, Faqiu Finger, and Bone Shrinking Technique, with mysterious whereabouts and extraordinary skills.
As for the gold-touching captain, he wears the gold-touching talisman.
Although there is also the Dragon Seeking Technique.
However, the Faqiu Xunlong Jue is based on the sixty-four-character hexagram, while the Touching Gold Xunlong Jue is based on the sixteen-character hexagram. The two are not the same.
Because of different identities.
Faqiu inheritance is even less.
It is said that at the beginning, there were only two Faqiu Zhonglang generals, one positive and one subordinate.
There are only two Faqiu seals in the world.
However, there are ten golden captains.
During the Ming Dynasty, Guanshan Taibao was ordered by the emperor to suppress the four factions and destroyed a Faqiu seal and seven gold-touching talismans.
Rangfaqiu Tianguan has since disappeared.
Captain Touching Gold could only hide his name in the mountains and never dare to show his face in the world again.
On the contrary, Taoist Banshan, because he only wanted the Danzhu, Guanshan Taibao specifically avoided this when designing the imperial mausoleum for Zhu Yuanzhang, so it was not a concern.
Xieling Lishi himself was born as a thieves in the green forest.
All dynasties have eradicated them.
Either gather in the roaring mountains or spread throughout the world.
Although a lot of people were killed in the suppression, in fact most of them were bandits who were kings of the mountains and were not from the Xiling sect.
Looking at it this way, it is not surprising that among the four factions, Mojin and Faqiu hate Guanshan Taibao deeply.
Just...
It's really hard to handle this right now.
Hundreds of years have passed since then.
There is another generation difference between the two sides.
If senior Jin Abacus was still alive, the feud between the two might be settled.
The Partridge Whistle on the side was obviously aware of it. The two looked at each other and communicated silently, but for a while they couldn't find any ideas.
As for Kunlun and the old foreigner, they didn't know how to speak at this time.
"Brother Yang Fang...why did you suddenly ask about this?"
He hesitated.
Chen Yulou still asked insinuatingly.
In any case, we must first understand Yang Fang’s attitude.
Otherwise, if they really go to Qingcheng Mountain, the two sides will not shake hands and make peace. If there is a fight, it will not end well.
It seems that the atmosphere is suddenly tense.
A trace of helplessness appeared at the corner of Yang Fang's mouth.
"Shopkeeper Chen, don't panic, I just want to confirm."
Following the master since childhood.
He often listened to Jin Abacus talk about the past fights, the four sects and eight methods, including moving mountains and unloading ridges, touching the golden mounds, Feng Shui magic, and seeking medicine to make money.
Besides the four sects, there are four more.
One of the highlights is Guanshan Taibao.
When he was young, he didn’t know the stakes. He only knew how to distinguish between good and bad. He still remembers that time when he asked his master whether the Guanshan Taibao lineage was good or bad. The master was silent at first, and then said meaningfully. said a word.
“We are all begging for food in the rivers and lakes, there is no absolute.”
"It's just that the situation forced me. If those who were ordered to come to Beijing were to touch gold, the ending would be the same."
Because of the master's tone and indescribable loneliness at that time, it left a deep impression on the young man. It left an impression that I remember to this day.
As I get older, I have been traveling around the world for a long time.
Looking back, he was increasingly able to understand the profound meaning of his master's words.
Fighting against each other may sound like that, but in the final analysis, they are just a bunch of people looking for dragons and stealing bones. They will not be able to get on the stage or see the light of day.
Not to mention the feudal imperial power, even now, people like them cannot hold their heads high in front of the real big shots.
It is Master Zhang Sanlianzi.
What I am most proud of in my life is not the gold-touching leader, but the experience of following Master Zuo Zongtang into Xinjiang to quell the rebellion many years ago, killing the Nian Army, and suppressing the Taiping Army.
As for being in charge of Kinmen, he served in Kunlun Mountain.
For him, it is just a chapter in his legendary life that is not worth mentioning.
Even his old man, at that time, couldn't break the rules.
After all, learning the art of slaying dragons, selling it to the emperor's family, becoming a farmer in the court, and ascending to the emperor's hall in the evening is a temptation that no one can refuse throughout the ages.
What's more.
His memories of that era.
Almost all I heard from the master.
It's not necessarily a deep hatred. At most, it's a little hard to accept.
To be precise.
There is resentment and curiosity.
He wanted to know what kind of people the Guanshan Taibao were, so that they were attracted by Liu Bowen and introduced to the court to build the imperial mausoleum for Zhu Yuanzhang.
The members of the four factions are good at fighting and breaking tombs, but they know nothing about building mausoleums and tombs.
I felt that his words were calm and his expression was indifferent, and he did not show any murderous intent.
Chen Yulou breathed a sigh of relief.
The remaining three people also looked at each other, and the worry in their expressions disappeared.
That’s not to say that revenge is impossible.
Tell the truth.
As soon as the Ming Dynasty fell, the Guanshan Taibao immediately disbanded their troops and returned to their fields. They returned to their ancestral land and kept their names anonymous. This was because they themselves understood that if they attacked the four factions too harshly, sooner or later they would suffer backlash.
I'm just worried that he will be blinded by hatred, and when the time comes, his mind that finally calmed down will be destroyed again.
Then it’s really not worth the gain.
More than ten days of practice in Fangjiashan amounted to no achievements at all.
“Yes, Wushan Coffin Gorge, Fengjia Coffin Mountain Taibao.”
Thoughts flashed through my mind.
Chen Yulou nodded, not hiding anything.
“It’s true.”
After receiving the confirmation reply, Yang Fang’s last doubts finally disappeared.
He has been traveling around the world in recent years.
In fact, I have met many colleagues.
It’s just that the vast majority of them don’t even have a sect, they just fight in small groups, or in groups of three or five, or in families or villages.
There is no inheritance.
There is no such thing as secret technique.
In fact, it is what the Jianghu said as a native master.
But the four sects opposite to the four sects, Guanshan Taibao, Yin Yang Duangong, Jiuyou General and Kushi Dharma King, were seen for the first time.
Although they are just fighting against each other, they are no worse than the four factions.
Even better in some ways.
"Shopkeeper Chen, how come this descendant of the Guanshan lineage...went to Mount Qingcheng to practice Taoism?"
"I don't know about that."
Chen Yulou shook his head.
To be honest, he is indeed a little difficult to understand.
After all, in order to find the entrance to Dixian Village, there is no need to go to the mountains to practice. If you stay in Coffin Gorge in Qingxi Town, you can also go out to search at any time.
Perhaps... Guanshan Taibao is familiar with Taoism and is proficient in the art of furnace fire. It doesn't seem strange that he wants to ask immortals to ask questions.
"When you go back to the mountain and see that Taoist Xuanzhen, you can ask him face to face."
"It's better to say goodbye..."
Noticing the smile on Chen Yulou's face, Yang Fang waved his hands repeatedly.
He was just out of curiosity.
If you really want to ask when you meet the real person, then all these years of wandering around in the world will be in vain.
"It's probably time to eat."
Seeing his shy look, Chen Yulou did not continue on this topic. He looked at the scenery on both sides of the Minjiang River. After a while, the smell of food came from under the cabin. Permeated in the air.
I almost finished my words.
There was a sound of thumping footsteps at the escalator connecting the deck and the cabin.
The next moment.
A young figure poked his head out.
“Everyone, dinner is ready.”
“Thank you, young boatman.”
Chen Yulou smiled, they had been on the boat for some time, and they were not interested in young people. strangeness.
He is the leader of the boat.
I learned from my experience on the boat. He is young, friendly, and always smiles with everyone. Therefore, everyone likes to call him "young boatman".
“Just call me Acheng.”
“Don’t call me Young Boatman.”
Hearing that title, the young man’s face suddenly turned red. Turning red, he waved his hands repeatedly.
In his opinion, there is not much difference between himself and the guys on the ship.
As for the patrons in front of him, his father had told him many times in private that they were definitely from well-established backgrounds, or at least from aristocratic families.
How dare he be so self-righteous.
What's more, during this period, Chen Yulou chatted with him several times and gave him some random advice.
In his heart, he was regarded as a heavenly being.
"Mr. Chen, let's eat first, otherwise the food will be cold later."
"Okay."
Chen Yulou nodded.
After entering Sichuan and Chongqing, the food was obviously more to his liking. After all, he is used to Hunan cuisine and has always been spicy, and the same is true for Sichuan cuisine.
There may be a shortage of food on the ship and the only way to survive is by water.
But when it comes to eating fish, these boatmen who have been drifting on the river all year round have absolutely no rivals.
"Let's go."
"Don't keep the leader of the boat waiting for too long."
He greeted a few people.
Following the young boatman, the group of people walked straight down the boat.
All the way to the kitchen.
Sure enough, there was the familiar iron cauldron on the table, a large pot full of miscellaneous fish and meat slices. What was rare was that there were a few pieces of green vegetables floating in the pot, which looked very appetizing.
In addition to the leader of the boat, there are several other guys who have been waiting for a long time.
"Mr. Chen is here."
"Hurry, please take a seat. According to the current itinerary, we will arrive almost before nightfall."
The captain of the boat smiled. Invite the group to take a seat.
Seeing this, Chen Yulou didn't waste any time and went straight to his position.
After they took their seats, the young men and the young boatman sat down around the bow of the boat.
“Come on, come on, eat, there is no good food, please forgive me.”
The head of the boat did not move the chopsticks in a hurry, but held the dry tobacco pole and leaned against the window After puffing for a while and smiling as the group ate, he put down the cigarette pole, clapped his hands, and picked up the chopsticks.
The reason why Chen Yulou has a special liking for it.
Actually nothing else.
This kind of copper pot, which is popular in Sichuan and Chongqing and is common among boatmen and fishermen, is actually the Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot that became famous all over the world in later generations.
In order to save time, they are accustomed to cooking the ingredients in one pot. In addition, boaters are drifting on the water all year round, so they are most taboo about cold weather and do not like spicy food.
Dried chili peppers and chili powder, like rice, noodles, grains and oils, are all must-haves when traveling.
Chen Yulou, Kunlun and Yang Fang are okay.
After all, the former is used to Hunan cuisine, and the latter grew up by the Yellow River and is no stranger to this kind of copper pot, and is even quite proud of it.
But Partridge Shao and the old foreigner brothers were born in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas since childhood. Although the taste is not sweet, it is relatively lighter.
This is why.
When the three brothers and sisters first arrived in Chenjiazhuang.
Chen Yulou specially ordered Uncle Yu to find a master chef who is good at Huaiyang cuisine to cook it, because he was worried that they would not be used to the spicy taste of Hunan cuisine.
But...
The conditions are not so good now.
What the guys on the boat eat, they follow.
The two of them also knew this and could only make do with it.
On the other hand, the laobaigan they brewed on the ship was quite to their liking. The wine was turbid, but the taste was long-lasting. One sip warmed up the bones of the body.
Outside the window is the clear water of the river, and occasionally other ships can be seen.
It is either a passenger ship, a fishing boat, or even an occasional steamer whining.
Looking at the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the group ate and chatted.
After the young men had finished eating, they stood up and left, and went to the front to replace the men at the helm. The young captain did not stay long, apologized, and went back to do his own business.
Soon, only the head of the boat was left on the table.
He was old and had a mediocre appetite. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks, rested one hand on the window edge and slowly smoked dry tobacco.
Smiling and talking to a few people.
His hearty laughter could be heard from time to time in the cabin.
In the past, such opportunities were few and far between, and there was a clear distinction between boatmen and customers. Apart from business dealings, there would hardly be much contact in private.
If you are not a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, it is rare that you can appreciate their cooking style.
Not to mention the home-brewed sake.
But Chen Yulou and the others are different. They are obviously from a wealthy family, but they never show their sense of superiority. They can also enjoy the ordinary iron cauldron.
It can be seen that they are definitely not pretending.
The captain is also happy to stay. Talking to them and hearing about the customs and customs of the outside world can also gain a lot of knowledge.
Time passes minute by minute.
Soon, only Chen Yulou, Partridge Shao and him were left on the table. Yang Fang and the others returned to their respective residences to meditate and practice.
The topics they chatted about ranged from boating and fishing to gods on the mountains and masters outside the country.
Gradually.
The light outside the window is getting darker.
The sounds of apes, kiosks and birds were also replaced by noises.
When a whistle came, the people who were talking looked up and before they knew it, a very lively ferry suddenly appeared outside.
There was a huge crowd.
Pedestrians, coolies, traffickers and pawns coming and going.
"Mr. Chen, get to the ground."
The boatman knocked the cigarette rod with his head and put it into his belt. A face full of wrinkles and engraved with the vicissitudes of life. At this moment It was hard to hide it.
"Jiangjin Ferry is outside. After getting off the boat, you can go east and pass the town, and you can see Qingcheng Mountain in the distance."
Leading Chen Yulou and the others out of the cabin and onto the deck, at this time The Golden Crow is falling in the west, it is the turn of dusk, passing ships are approaching the ferry, and countless people are busy loading and unloading.
The captain of the boat gave his instructions carefully, word for word.
Follow the direction of his finger.
The two subconsciously looked up.
Under the setting sun, looking past the many houses, I saw a strange peak towering into the clouds in the distance, like a giant, holding up the Baiyun Tiangong. It was the Zhangren Mountain as the locals called it.
While talking.
The three Kunlun people who went back to practice were also alerted and rushed up one after another.
"It's just right, no need to call you."
"We're at the place, go get the horses...climb Qingcheng Mountain at night!" (End of this chapter)