"Yan Yunting, my eldest grandfather, did he really teach you the formula of the Thunderbolt Bead himself?" Gong Wan'er brought Yan Yunting a cup of steaming fragrant tea.

Yan Yunting took a sip of hot tea and nodded, "What?" ”

Gong Yi Wan'er smiled spiritually: "Then aren't you a disciple of my Gong Loser?" ”

Yan Yunting touched the gall on his back and said with a wry smile: "Maybe I'm lucky, every time I can pick up a bargain before the old-timers bravely die." ”

"You see that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, why don't you stay in the central building, and wait for this cold winter, how about we go down to Jiangnan with the ship?" Gong lost Wan'er and said.

Yan Yunting shook his head and said, "I have to go back to Luoyang." ”

"But now there are poisonous people everywhere outside, if you want to go from Jingzhou to Luoyang, it is not easy to walk in the sky and underground waterways," Gong Yu Wan'er pointed to Yan Yunting's broken arm and said: "You stay in the central building, I will install a mechanism arm for you, just like my grandfather, with the technology of our Gong loser, the machine arm is even more flexible and versatile than a human arm." ”

Yan Yunting took a deep breath, let out a long sigh, and sincerely declined: "Miss Wan'er's kindness is appreciated, but now in my heart, I just want to go back and reunite with my family, no matter how dangerous the way back is, I must go back." ”

Silent.

There was a moment of silence.

"Well, I can't keep anyone who wants to go home," Gong Wan'er sighed lightly and asked again, "Then what do you need, I can help you prepare." ”

Yan Yunting thought for a while, "A small boat, a pot of wine, and a pound of beef...... Oh no, two pounds of beef will do. ”

"Those of you who run the rivers and lakes are always inseparable from wine and meat."

"After all, it's a long way back, so you can't go hungry."

"Okay, you wait at the ferry downstairs, I'll go and prepare."

……

Gong Wan'er asked someone to bring five jars of wine, ten catties of cooked beef, two dustpans of coal, and a mink coat.

This is how women do things, there is only more and no less.

"Then in March next year, let's see you in Luoyang."

"No problem."

Yan Yunting shook the oars, greeted the dawn, and set out on the way home against the fine snow.

……

From Jingzhou to Luoyang, the land route is more than 1,800 miles long, and the waterway is slightly longer.

From the north to the Central Plains is the downstream runoff, the major ditches and canals are basically connected, and they are all artificially dug, the water flow is gentle, and it is very easy to sail.

Yan Yunting propped up the boat to take the waterway, went down the river from the canal, and when he encountered a section with gentle water, he would use his true qi to assist him in sliding, so that if he traveled day and night, he could walk at least four or five hundred miles a day;

There are still four days left before Chinese New Year's Eve, and if you rush it, you will definitely be able to catch up for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Except for the southern coast, there is no snow in Kyushu, and the winter in other parts of Kyushu is basically heavy snow, and the snow in the south is different from the snow in the north.

Yan Yunting walked along the canal for a day and a night, and he couldn't remember how many times he had swept the snow, and the carbon in the brazier had never been extinguished, but even so, he still couldn't resist the cold of the ice and snow world.

The banks of the canal were already snowy, and the heavens and the earth seemed to stand still, endlessly pale and monotonous.

Yan Yunting wore a hat on his head, a robe on his shoulders, sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, drank wine, ate beef at the same time, and washed his sword with river water, which was his only pastime as the only living person in heaven and earth.

He closed his eyes and slowly imagined that at this hour three days later, he might still be lying in the bed without getting up, hugging the beautiful woman's delicate body, enjoying the endless tenderness brought by lingering.

"Hehe......" He tilted his head and took a sip of wine, keeping him slightly drunk and unconscious, and this fantasy became more and more real.

"Crunch, crunch, squeak......" There was a sudden sound of rocking oars on the surface of the river.

Yan Yunting slowly opened his eyes, but saw that fifty zhang away from him, a fishing boat was still in the middle of the river, and there was also a man in the bow of the boat who was raising a pole to fish.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snow?

Seeing a living person as lonely as himself, Yan Yunting was not happy at all, in this environment, this season, normal people would never come to Hanjiang to fish.

Yan Yunting stuffed the wine bottle, wrapped the beef, held a true qi in his palm, and accelerated the speed of the boat towards the fishing boat.

Soon, the two fishing boats met on the thin surface of the river.

The man was a middle-aged man, with a small mustache on his chin and a deep scar on his right cheek.

"Who are you? Why did you come to kill me? Yan Yunting asked flatly.

The clothed guest said slowly: "Do you still need a reason to kill?" ”

Yan Yunting had a smile in his eyes: "Let me guess, you are a member of the Black Dragon Society." ”

"Since you know that I am a member of the Black Dragon Society, you should know why I came to kill you."

"Because I killed that blind man, killed that dwarf, killed Li Xun, killed Lu Kun...... But in fact, these people were killed by inferior skills. ”

"You ruined the good deeds of the Black Dragon Society and disrupted our plans, and you must pay for it."

"I thought that the Black Dragon Society, like Tsing Yi Lou and Peacock Tower, was a simple killer organization, but I didn't expect you to be chasing power."

"It wasn't before, but now it is, and this fragmented world needs selfish power even more."

"With all due respect, you don't deserve it." Yan Yunting slowly raised his sword.

The clothed guest twitched, jerked the fishing rod, pulled out a thin sword from the pole, and stabbed Yan Yunting directly in the throat.

"Get out of here!" Yan Yunting blasted out a true qi and shook the two fishing boats back seven or eight feet.

The clothed guest has the force of Nirvana.

Nirvana Realm Martial Cultivation, Yan Yunting is completely out of sight.

"You can't kill me alone, so let the two people hiding in the canopy show up together." Yan Yunting said coldly.

"Sting!" The canopy of the boat was broken by a spiritual light, and a man and a woman showed their figures, the man was in his early forties, dressed in a white robe, surrounded by spiritual energy outside, he was actually an immortal cultivator!

The woman sat in the canopy, holding an erhu in her hand, and her eyes were hateful to Yan Yunting. She was the granddaughter of the blind man, and her name was Little Kite.

"Yan Yunting, we have been looking for you in Jingzhou for three months, and today you finally appeared! I'm going to avenge my grandfather! The little kite shouted angrily.

"Then come, let me see how strong the three of you are." Yan Yunting proudly provoked.

The little kite pulled up the erhu, and a sad sound of the piano spread all over the world, and the river surface was windless but rippled, and the sound of the piano was soft but like a knife.

Shaped like a ghost, the clothed guest jumped up from the bow of the ship, turning into a blue light and rushing towards Yan Yunting.

With a wave of his sleeves, the immortal cultivator actually conjured three flying swords out of thin air, and shouted: "Go!" "The flying sword carries the spiritual light, and kills Yan Yunting together.

A martial cultivator, a spiritual cultivator, and an illusory sound, in the face of three different attacks, Yan Yunting was not afraid at all, and a sword qi crossed the river:

"Up!"

The river rose ten feet into a wall of water, stopping all attacks in one fell swoop.

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