In the evening, the twilight smoke rises everywhere, and the eyes are blank.

Above the rushing river, there is a light boat flowing down the river.

Smoke rises from the back of the boat, and the fisherwoman prepares a meal on the stove mixed with mud, and the smoke of the pot stir-fried mixed with a rich smell of beans permeates the boat.

"It smells so good! What kind of dish did the boatman stir-fry?" Suddenly, a voice sounded in the canopy.

The person who interrogated him was a white-shirted scribe in his thirties, with sword eyebrows and a high nose, blazing eyes, and a bit of grace in his speech and demeanor.

The boatman poked his head in and smiled at the white-shirted scribe, "It's my mother-in-law's fried broad beans, if the guest officer is not in a hurry to go ashore to rest, I will teach her to bring some of them, but the wine on the ship is not very good, I am afraid that you will not be used to drinking it."

The white-shirted scribe smiled and waved his hand, "That's not necessary, thank you for the kindness of the boatman!" I wonder how far we are from the dormitory?"

Seeing that he refused, the boatman was not polite, and replied, "In a few moments, we will arrive at the wharf of Qu'a Town, Yunxiang County, which is the largest market town in the vicinity, and there are many merchants coming and going, and there are good inns to rest in. After waiting for a while, the villain will come and summon a few more guest officers to go ashore."

"It's worked!"

The white-shirted scribe nodded with a smile and glanced casually across from him.

In the corner near the bow of the boat, a young man in a dark blue brocade robe and silver with black boots was meditating with his eyes closed.

The white-shirted scribe noticed this unusual young man from the moment he got on the boat, not because the other party was alone at such an age, carrying a knife and traveling far away, after all, there were many young swordsmen on the rivers and lakes like a carp crossing the river, which was really common, but the other party's clothes were quite ingenious in terms of materials and cuts, although there was nothing unusual at first glance, and a closer look would show that it was not something ordinary people could wear.

Especially his conceited eyes, he couldn't see what the silver belt around the other party's waist was.

With this preconceived idea, the more the white-shirted scribe looked at it, the more he felt that the young man's bearing was extraordinary, although he was just sitting in a corner, he looked at it like a pine and a strong cypress, and the high standard was unique.

He secretly guessed the origin of the other party in his heart, and only then did he look away, but the young man's eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes were bright and cold like knives, piercing straight into his heart.

Fortunately, the other party just glanced at him and turned his head to look in the direction of the stern.

Almost at the same time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy slammed in from the stern of the boat, stumbling to the white-shirted scribe, his face covered with horror.

Seeing his appearance, the white-shirted scribe's face sank, and he scolded in a low voice, "What are you running! What a panicked look!"

The little guy was stunned, and then he said, "Master, I saw a water monster!"

Hearing this, anger appeared on the white-shirted scribe's face, and he shouted, "What a water monster! What are you talking nonsense?"

"It's true! As soon as the little one saw with his own eyes, a black-haired paw reached out to the boat, begging for food from the sister-in-law who was cooking. My sister-in-law had no choice but to scoop a spoonful of fried broad beans and give it a spoonful, and the water monster squeaked, but she refused to let go, and grabbed the fried broad beans and went back to the river!"

Hearing what the little guy said vividly, the white-shirted scribe also showed a look of surprise on his face, and then lowered his voice and asked, "What does that water monster look like?"

The little guy shook his head like a rattle: "The body of the water monster is outside the boat, and he only stretches out his claws to come up, and the little one is bluffed, and his hands and feet are numb, how dare he stick out his head to look?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the arm of the white-shirted scribe tightly: "Master, don't go over, if anything goes wrong, the little one will die!"

The white-shirted scribe grinned in pain, and hurriedly waved his sleeves away, but looking at the tearful appearance of his little servant, it was not good to open his mouth to criticize this loyal servant again.

He stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the stern of the boat for a long time, and saw that the boat lady was still standing by the stove and was busy working, so he relaxed a little, and said to the little guy in a deep voice: "Even if there is really any water monster, it doesn't matter, since it is asking for broad beans from the boat girl, it must be a vegetarian, and it should not harm people." Don't make any more noise, as soon as the ship docks, we'll go far away, and then we will go by land for the next few days."

When the little guy heard this, he immediately did

With the backbone of the heart, he nodded fiercely and said, "I listen to the master!"

The white-shirted scribe ignored him, but subconsciously glanced at the young man diagonally opposite, only to see that the young man was also looking at him with a smile on his face.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then bowed to the other party and said, "I don't know what the young man thinks?"

The young man in the mouth of this white-shirted scribe is naturally Qi Jingzhi.

After he left Chaozhou City, he went east, relying on Jiao Yulang's money bag, along the way or a boat or horse, eating and drinking without worry, originally wanted to change into clothes, but after thinking about it, this is a gift from the old man, and there is no special mark, there is no need to waste food because of choking, if it is really with Qing Yuanzi, Xin Changji and others and those mountain guests meet in a narrow way, what they wear is in vain.

When he walked hundreds of miles cautiously, all the way out of Chaozhou and into Junzhou, there was no one behind him, and his heart was completely let go.

Facing the initiative of the white-shirted scribe, Qi Jingzhi immediately returned the salute with a fist: "There is indeed a foreign object following the stern of the boat, and it is far away now, so there is no big problem."

Somehow, when the white-shirted scribe heard him say this, his mood immediately calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face: "In Xia Wei Yingdian, who previously served as a Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites in Beijing, now resigned and left Beijing, and returned to Xunyang County, Junzhou to worship his ancestors, I don't know the name of the young man?"

"Oh, it turned out to be Lord Wei."

Qi Jingzhi said with a smile: "In Huaide County, Xialin Prefecture, Qi Jingzhi, a hunter in the mountains, a white body."

"It turns out that the young man is a national surname, disrespectful and disrespectful! Wei has only been a small official, so he deserves to be called an adult!"

Orion, white body, Wei Yingdian obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction, but became more and more polite: "Crossing the same boat together is fate, if Qi Shaoxia doesn't dislike it, how about you and I call each other brothers?"

Qi Jing was stunned, but he was touched by the word fate, and after a little hesitation, he nodded and smiled, "That's fine."

As he spoke, he stood up and stepped out of the canopy: "This boat is a little stuffy, how about Brother Wei follow me to the bow of the boat to breathe?"

Wei Yingdian naturally couldn't ask for it, so he immediately got up happily and followed closely with his own little servant.

The three of them stood at the bow of the boat, and immediately there was a river breeze blowing on their faces, and the three or five sails in front of them, the river and the sky were scarce, and their hearts were suddenly open. Especially the two masters and servants of the Wei family, most of the fear in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

When the boatman saw them coming out to blow the wind, he said that he couldn't wait, so he raised his hand and pointed to a dark shadow in front of him and said, "Guest officers, under that hill is the dock of Qu'a Town."

The three of them looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, they saw a faint picture of smoke from the house.

After a few more moments, the pier became more and more distinct in the distance.

Wei Yingdian's mood became more and more comfortable, and he suddenly opened his mouth and recited: "Under the sunset, the wine is idle, and the two or three voyages have not landed. The fallen flowers and water are fragrant and the thatched cottage is late, and the fish sellers at the broken bridge are scattered."

Qi Jingzhi stood aside, and he actually heard a bit of leisure and ease from it: "This person is open-minded, and he is still very afraid of the water monster in the mouth of that little guy, and he doesn't want to leave it completely behind in a blink of an eye."

Qi Jingzhi closed his eyes and sat quietly, his perception of the aura of heaven and earth was extremely keen, and he felt it when the foreign object in the water climbed up to the stern of the boat, although he didn't know what it was, but he didn't detect the malice from the other party, especially the fisherwoman who was cooking was obviously not the first time to deal with this situation, so she let it go.

I heard Wei Yingdian continue: "Brother Qi, although I haven't been back to my hometown for many years, I still remember that the rice wine produced in Qu'a Town, Yunxiang County, is excellent, and it is known for its mellow and refreshing taste. After a while, when I go ashore, the foolish brother will definitely buy a few fresh fish, take them to the inn and let the store clean up a table of good dishes, and then drink with the old ***!"

Without waiting for Qi Jingzhi to respond, the boatman on the side shook his head first: "At this hour, the guest officer can't buy fish on the dock, so he can only try his luck at the inn and wine shop, and these places usually have a lot of them."

Wei Yingdian was stunned when he heard this: "Why is this? It's far from the time when the sun goes down."

He pointed to a few light boats on his left that were also heading towards the pier: "With so many merchants coming and going on the river, there must be a lot of people who want to buy fish and wine to accompany them, fishmongers

How can we not make money?"

When the boatman heard this, he shook his head again: "It's not that you don't have money to earn, there is only one old man in Qu'a Town who sells fish, and he only sells it for half a day, and he doesn't wait for noon."

"Boatman, the more you talk, the more you can't speak! How can there be only one fishmonger in a huge market town?"

Wei Yingdian obviously didn't believe it, and said with a suspicious face: "Qu Azhen guards this Xun River, how can there be fewer fishmongers who rely on water to draft? Besides, just one old man can't supply the whole market town if he sells fish?"

"Nature can provide for it." The boatman replied in a muffled voice, and said no more.

"Hey, listen to what you mean, it's like the old man has occupied all the fish in this section of the Xun River, and he only sells them for half a day and doesn't ...... at noon."

Wei Yingdian didn't finish a word, and suddenly felt that his sleeve was pulled from behind.

He stopped talking, looked back, and saw his little servant pointing to the river with an uncomfortable face, and whispered, "Master, let's say a few words, I'm afraid this place has some rules that are different from other places."

Wei Yingdian was stunned when he heard this, and then came to his senses, quietly glanced at the boatman not far away beside him, and closed his mouth calmly.

Qi Jingzhi listened silently for a long time, laughing and surprised, and immediately asked, "Boatman, do you still have fresh fish on board?" It's the same with selling us two."

The boatman immediately shook his head: "It's not just fishmongers, it's us boaters who sail on the river, and we can't catch or sell it when we get to this area."

"Oh? What a big rule!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little angry in addition to being surprised. It's like someone has occupied all the wild things in Komatsu Mountain and forbade others to go into the mountains to hunt, how domineering and arrogant is this?

He didn't ask the reason again, but just looked at the boatman's increasingly restrained expression, and knew that it was a vain question, so he didn't invite trouble to others. When I see the old man who sells fish tomorrow, I may be able to see some clues.

As he spoke, the light boat was slowly approaching the shore.

Qi Jingzhi settled the boat money with the master and servant, and followed the boatman's guidance to find the largest inn in the town.

After such a moment, Wei Yingdian was already like a nobody, forgetting all the previous speculations and unhappiness, and the first thing he did when he entered the store was to ask the innkeeper if he had fresh fish and Qu A yellow wine, and when he got a positive answer, he had to pull the newly acquainted Brother Qi to drink.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't cry or laugh, but he could more or less imagine how aggrieved and impatient this benevolent brother should be in the Ministry of Rites, which pays the most attention to etiquette and rules, and it is no wonder that he is resigning and returning home.

Since the young man couldn't refuse, he had no choice but to obey his fate respectfully.

The two immediately found a table in a quiet corner and sat down, and drank a plate of peanuts and a plate of cold salad with small miscellaneous fish.

The orange-yellow, shiny, and impurity-free liquor is poured into the bowl, giving off a rich aroma that leaves the mouth fresh and sweet, fragrant and delicious.

After three or five bowls of rice wine were put into his stomach, Qi Jingzhi was actually aroused by Wei Yingdian and his people.

The experience between him and Wei Yingdian is very different, so naturally he can't talk about any wine with a thousand cups of confidants, but he also understands a little bit of the chic and heroic spirit of meeting for the king.

In the eyes of Qi Jingzhi, a young man in the mountains, compared with the two ordinary side dishes and a bowl of old wine in the countryside in front of him, whether it is the rare night banquet on the Cao River, or the birthday banquet of the dragon mother in Chaozhou City, which is extremely rich and noble, it is too dull and boring.

In the end, when the young man raised the wine jar and drank the remaining small half jar of rice wine, and then looked at Wei Yingdian, the former Great Qi Rite Langzhong had already gone under the table.

Qi Jingzhi's cultivation was diligent, and he was only slightly drunk at this time, and helped Wei Yingdian to the bed with the Wei family's little servant, and then returned to his room.

He didn't settle down, but sat cross-legged on the couch and took out Qi Huchan and the last small piece of East China Sea Sinking Iron.

Drawing gold qi to repair the ox ear sharp knife, this is a difficult and delicate job, which has been regarded by Qi Jingzhi as a part of his own Dianxia practice, and he has been practicing diligently every day.

Today, not only has the bull's ear knife been repaired for the most part

, even his own cultivation and red gold beads have gained a lot of benefits.

In the process, he gradually discovered that compared with refined iron, burnt steel and flower pin, the gold contained in the East China Sea Immersion Iron is the most pure, the most beneficial to Qi Hu Chan, and the most difficult to induce, so that even after so long, there is still some leftover. It's just that the last small piece of sinking iron is too small, and it is obviously not enough, and it is necessary to find another good iron material.

Now Qi Jingzhi's vision in the path of cultivation has gradually opened, in his opinion, Qi Hu Chan absorbs the golden qi like his own dining xia practice, there is no doubt that the purer the golden qi, the more stable the foundation of his younger brother will be, so it is best to make trade-offs in the choice of iron materials, and would rather lack than abuse.

Qi Jingzhi had already thought that before he found better iron materials, he would only use Shen Tie to feed Qi Huchan and Chijin Zhu in the future, but fortunately, Liaozhou where he was going belonged to the East China Sea, and there would be no shortage of good Shen Iron.

It is worth mentioning that after killing the paper armor boy in the same realm with one knife, Qi Jingzhi finally had a little more love for the fried life that was not very innocent and the details had not yet been ascertained, and he was ready to feed him equally.

Who knew that the fried life didn't appreciate it, and he didn't eat a bite, and he didn't know if it was because there was no spirituality in the knife that he didn't know what to do, or whether the gold of the East China Sea Shen Tie didn't suit its taste.

After some practice, Qi Jingzhi contemplated the angry crane in his heart, and gradually entered the deepest state of concentration.

The night was getting darker, and I don't know how long it was, Qi Huchan, who was on the young man's lap, suddenly bounced up, and the blade of the knife pulled out on its own.

Immediately after, a clear sword sound resounded throughout the entire inn!