The wind blows gently.

The rain also continued to fall.

It's like coming to Shenguo that day.

Jiang Xuan walked on the official road of Languo alone.

"Shopkeeper, dare to ask what is the name of this place, and how far is it from the ancient water city?"

It's noon.

Jiang Xuan was not picky, so he casually found a roadside shop and sat down.

Of course.

It is said to be a small shop, but in fact it is just a shed, and a sign is just hung on the tree.

Look inside the store again.

An old man stood guard in front of the stove, apparently the shopkeeper and chef, and a little girl of thirteen or fourteen, I don't know if it was the granddaughter of the old man or what, responsible for serving tea to the guests in the store.

It's noon.

Those who came from the south and those who went north sat scattered with four tables of guests.

Look at one or two.

At the table in front of him sat a traveling merchant with a burden beside him.

As for the remaining three tables.

They seemed to be a nearby troupe, driving two big carts, and they listened to the tone to celebrate the birthday of a certain old rich man.

"Here."

"The name of this place is Heze, it's not a big place, it's just some lotus, reeds and the like."

Heard Jiang Xuan's inquiry.

The old shopkeeper flipped the frying spoon and responded: "It's not close to the ancient water city, it's seven or eight hundred miles away, it depends on you coming on horseback, if you're not in a hurry, it's two or three days away." ”

In ancient times, there were 600 miles of expedited, or 800 miles of expedited.

That is, one day and one night, changing people and horses, you must ride 800 miles.

But that thing is mostly used to transmit important official documents, and at least three or four people and seven or eight horses must be replaced at the end of the day, otherwise the horses will have to be exhausted to death.

Ride a horse normally.

If you can run three or four hundred miles a day, it is a rare good horse.

As for the divine horse that travels a thousand a day and eight hundred at night.

Just listen to it, this kind of horse, not to mention Languo, which doesn't produce many horses, even if it's in the desert, I've heard of it, but I've never seen it.

"Seven or eight hundred miles!"

Jiang Xuan nodded secretly: "That is, two days away." ”

The other side.

Seeing that Jiang Xuan was dusty, not like a local, the old shopkeeper was also curious: "Guest officer, where are you from, but you are going to Gushui City to participate in the annual dragon festival?" ”

"Dragon Sacrifice Society?"

Jiang Xuan, not to mention the ancient water city, had never even heard of Languo before, so how could he know about this local custom.

But I heard the word dragon sacrifice.

He still subconsciously thought of Shen Taizu who went to sea from Gushui City, and the reason why he went to sea from here was not related to this dragon sacrifice meeting.

"Shopkeeper, you better hurry up and cook noodles, we're all going to starve to death."

Listen to the two of them talk endlessly.

A middle-aged steward in the troupe couldn't help but say: "Stranger, you don't need to ask about the Dragon Sacrifice Club, it's all a lie." ”

"How?"

Jiang Xuan was most interested in these mysterious things, and while asking, he didn't forget to greet the shopkeeper: "These tables are counted on my account." ”

said.

Turning his hand and throwing it behind him, a silver bean the size of a mung bean crossed the arc in the air and landed accurately in the money bowl in front of the stove.

"Oh, what a handsome kung fu, my brother is still a practitioner."

Although the middle-aged steward saw that he was young, he didn't dare to underestimate him anymore, and said busily: "This dragon sacrifice will actually be hundreds of years old, and it is said that it was a long time ago, a grain ship went to sea and encountered a strong wind and waves, and it was almost destroyed, and it was a little white dragon that saved everyone."

Since then, the ancient water city has had the tradition of sacrificing dragons, and every dragon sacrifice day, some dragon-shaped dough cakes are steamed to pray for blessings, in order to pray for good weather and abundant grains.

Of course.

No one knows whether it is true or not, only that after the dragon sacrifice, the grain merchants in the city have made a fortune.

Ordinary people, all year round are reluctant to eat white noodles, but in the past few days, every household goes to the grain store, even if there is no money, borrow money to buy noodles, make dragon cakes, and participate in the dragon festival. ”

There was sarcasm in his tone.

It can be seen that the middle-aged steward is not interested in the so-called dragon sacrifice and the fact that he wants to eat dragon cakes on the day of the dragon sacrifice.

"Your face, officer."

Speaking here.

The old shop over there also made noodles.

Because of its proximity to the sea, Lan is not poor, and it is very rich.

Especially fish, shrimp and crabs, take this bowl of seafood noodles as an example, there are more fish and shrimp than noodles, obviously the price here is that seafood is cheaper than rice noodles.

"Dragon Festival!"

Eating seafood noodles.

Jiang Xuan was very interested in the Dragon Sacrifice Society.

As for whether the noodles can be eaten, this is not a black shop.

Don't worry, just look at the grease on the table, it's an old roadside shop.

More important.

If this is a black shop, or if it is unruly, the traveling merchants and troupes will not come.

Don't underestimate both.

Whether it's a traveling merchant or a troupe, they all eat Bafang rice.

Which one is a black shop, which one is affordable, these two groups of people are clear, don't think that you can do it twice, you are a person in the rivers and lakes, you look down on them, saying that walking the rivers and lakes, traveling merchants, merchants, troupes, juggling, people are the ancestors.

"Boss, let's have a pot of wine and two bowls of noodles."

Eating and drinking.

In the distance, two more people on horseback came the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Xuan raised his eyes.

The older one had a scarred face, looked in his early forties, and carried a big knife on his back.

Look again.

There is also a waist tag hanging from the waist of the Scar Guest, with the word 'chase' written on it, no need to ask, this is a bounty hunter who has a record in the government.

"Daddy..."

One old and one young, the youngest is about twenty, and he looks like the son of a scarred man: "Do you say that Banyue Langjun will come to Gushui City, we have been looking for him for half a year, and we can't find him again, Gao Xiangguo's side is not easy to explain." ”

Smell.

Scarman smiled coldly: "Although Gushui City is a small place, ten years ago, there was a Lin Zhentian who had a divine palm to shake the south, this person is also powerful enough, and the co-optation and suppression actually made him take the Gushui City as the foundation, radiate the six prefectures and twenty-seven counties, and forcibly pull up a big force called the Southern Martial League."

Pity.

Lao Tzu's hero is soft.

His son Lin Xuan is just a playboy who doesn't know how to learn, and he relies on his father's name.

I've already figured it out.

Half Moon Langjun, a lewd thief, has repeatedly hit a wall in the hands of the Southern Martial League in the past few years, and now that the Lin family wants to announce an alliance with the Qin family at the Dragon Sacrifice Meeting, and Lin Xuan will marry Qin Xue'er, the daughter of the Qin family, Half Moon Langjun will definitely not be able to sit still.

When the time comes, let's give him a praying mantis to catch cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, and he catches the half-moon thief, which can not only get Gao Xiangguo's appreciation, but also make the Lin family owe personal favors. ”

Listen to the two of them muttering.

Jiang Xuan couldn't help but look back again.

It's not that he's interested in any half-moon thief, but Lin Zhennan, who rose ten years ago.

If he's not mistaken.

Ten years ago, it was also the day when Shen Taizu secretly went out of the customs and went to sea from the ancient water city.

This Lin Zhennan, who suddenly rose, wouldn't be the person he was looking for, the one who drove a sea boat and took Shen Taizu out to sea.

Quite possibly.

Lin Zhennan's son will get married next month, and it can be inferred that Lin Zhennan himself should be forty years old.

Ten years ago.

There is a high probability that he is around thirty.

How can a person who is not famous soar to the sky in the year of his establishment.

There is only one answer.

That is, he met the master.

And in the world, who can be higher than Shen Taizu.