Qilu, Liangshanbo.

With the help of the authorities, Qin Haoran finally determined the location of the temple after several days of searching.

Tributary of the Yellow River, Liangshanbo!

Liangshanbo, also known as Liangshanluo in the literature, is located in Shouzhang County in the land of Qilu, and is composed of four main peaks of Liangshan, Qinglong Mountain, Phoenix Mountain, Turtle Mountain and seven branches such as Hutou Peak, Snow Mountain Peak, Hao Mountain Peak and Xiaohuang Mountain, covering an area of 500 square kilometers.

Speaking of Liangshanbo, people's first impression may be "Water Margin"!

And here, it is also the legendary Liangshanbo.

It's just that today, Liangshanbo has long lost its former prosperity, and most of the lakes have dried up.

A thirty-meter cruise ship sails down a winding river.

Directly in front of us is a vast lake.

As far as the eye can see, the water and the sky are the same.

The morning sun spills from the sky, leaving patches of golden fish scales on the sparkling water, which is beautiful.

This is one of the few lakes that have survived in Liangshanbo so far, and the locals call it Fengnian Lake, Shuijun Lake, and Fengze Lake.

The lake covers an area of 40 square kilometers and is a well-known leisure and tourist resort, and it is also the largest existing lake in Liangshanbo.

Speaking of this lake, there are many legends and stories.

Some say that the lake is inhabited by a water god.

Therefore, regardless of whether the land of Qilu is drought or flood, Fengze Lake has always remained calm.

Completely unaffected by the outside world.

It is also said that the lake is inhabited by a giant beast.

There were people who spied in the fog, like an island.

It is also said that this lake is the golden bottle of the Queen Mother, which fell into the world and became the source of immortality.

So even if the entire land of Qilu dries up, this lake still has plenty of water.

In short, there are many opinions.

However, in modern times, no one cares what kind of legends this lake has and what myths and stories it has.

Here, it's just a scenic tourist area.

That's all.

On the cruise ship, Qin Haoran stood at the bow of the ship, holding a cyan jade flute in his hand.

His eyes were deep and his expression was calm, staring at the blue surface of the lake in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Behind him, two people stood.

One is Xuan Xiaoxiu, and the other is the official contact.

He looked young, in his twenties.

The face is like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.

He has a tall figure and an excellent temperament.

He looked around with a little arrogance.

Judging from his appearance alone, he can be judged to be of extraordinary origin.

His surname is Zhao, and his single name is a cloud character.

Of course, he has nothing to do with Zhao Yun during the Three Kingdoms period, but his grandfather likes Zhao Yun of the Three Kingdoms very much, and because their surname is Zhao, they gave him the name Zhao Yun.

I just hope that he can be like Zhao Yun in the future, protect the country, and be loyal and brave.

Zhao Yun followed Qin Haoran's gaze and looked at the calm lake, with a respectful attitude, and said suspiciously.

"Mr. Qin, we have promised to help you sort out the deeds of Emperor Wu and publish a biography."

"Why are you still obsessed with looking for the Yellow River Temple?"

Qin Haoran didn't look back, and said indifferently: "I need an answer." ”

A flash of doubt flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes.

Answer?

He really couldn't understand the meaning of Qin Haoran's words.

However, he didn't care.

Because this matter is not harmful to the overall situation.

Zhao Yun didn't continue to ask, and pondered: "How is Mr. Qin preparing for the matter of Emperor Wu's treasure house?" ”

"You also know that the above attaches great importance to this matter, especially Mr. Qin's current situation, which is very troublesome."

The corners of Qin Haoran's mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile.

It was as if the clouds had dispersed, and the sunlight was shining through the thick clouds.

Such a beautiful scenery, even Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Qin Haoran said calmly: "Since I, Qin Haoran, have promised you, naturally I will not regret it." ”

"Emperor Wu relied on his own strength to open up a prosperous era of martial arts."

"Although I, Qin Haoran, do not have the ambition of Emperor Wu, let alone the monstrous ability of Emperor Wu, if I can inherit the will of Emperor Wu, I will use Emperor Wu's legacy to open up the prosperous era of martial arts again after a thousand years. Come to think of it, if Emperor Wu learns about it, he will also smile and approve. ”

Zhao Yun's face was slightly red, slightly embarrassed.

But in the end, he was born in a large family, and the education he received since he was a child was different from that of ordinary people.

The embarrassment quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Qin misunderstood. ”

"It's not that we're worried about Mr. Qin's remorse, it's just that Mr. Qin has rejected the solicitation of many countries, which makes the above very worried about Mr. Qin's future safety."

"Although Mr. Qin's cultivation is world-famous and he is not afraid of ordinary attacks, the forces represented by those people will never let Mr. Qin go easily."

"The Martial Emperor's Treasury is an excellent bait."

"If we can take this opportunity to wipe out all the forces they are hiding in our country, it will also be a great joy for Mr. Qin."

Qin Haoran's gaze was calm, like a lake in front of him, without any waves.

He was born as a prince, and the power struggle he has seen since he was a child is not comparable to ordinary people at all.

Zhao Yun was so careful that he didn't even bother to expose it.

Qin Haoran didn't respond, and when the cruise ship drove in the middle of the lake, he stood at the bow of the boat and picked up the jade flute.

A cyan jade flute rests on her red lips.

His lips pursed slightly, and the ancient sound of vicissitudes echoed on the blue and mirror-like lake.

After the blessing of true qi, Xiao Yin spread out for more than ten miles, and almost anywhere in Fengze Lake, you could hear the beautiful rhythm from the center of the lake.

This voice is particularly poignant.

It seems to elaborate on an ancient and beautiful love.

This voice is sometimes tragic.

It is as if it tells the story of an ancient and magnificent battlefield.

The sound was sometimes like the cry of a beast.

It's as if the monstrous beasts of ancient times are calling for companions.

The voice, sometimes impassioned.

It is like singing the praises of the people of the world and the indomitability of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Xuan Xiaoxiu turned on the professional photography equipment and began to shoot Qin Haoran playing music elegantly.

Time passes minute by minute.

Qin Haoran always stood at the bow of the boat, like a firm pine and cypress, playing that complex melody.

At some point, a fresh breeze blew across the lake.

With flakes of ripples.

Qin Haoran's clothes, under the blowing of the breeze, fluttered slightly.

Zhao Yun stood aside, still quite interested at first, wanting to know what Qin Haoran wanted to do, could he find the so-called Yellow River Temple through this wonderful Xiao Yin.

However, an hour later, there was still no movement in Fortress Lake.

This made Zhao Yun completely lose interest.

In his mind, maybe Qin Haoran was in the wrong place this time.

After all, even if the Yellow River Temple really exists, it has been nine hundred years.

Let's not say whether it still exists, but if it did, it might have been buried in the ground long ago.

And the people who have such thoughts are far more than Zhao Yun.

In the live broadcast room, countless viewers who were looking forward to it gradually became restless and impatient after a long wait.

However, all this did not affect Qin Haoran.

He still maintains the rhythm, urging the true qi to play beautiful music.

"Boom."

Time passes unconsciously.

Two hours later, a loud noise suddenly sounded under the calm Lake Fortress.

It's like a mine, it's amazing!

The calm water surface is even more broken.

The waves are rough and set off huge waves several meters high, which is a very rare sight in inland lakes.

It's as if the lake is boiling!

Such a vision instantly attracted everyone's attention.

People couldn't help but hold their breath and look closely at the rough surface of the lake, and the same doubts came to their minds.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that Qin Haoran summoned the Yellow River Temple left by Emperor Wu with a Xiao Yin?

That's too evil, isn't it?

Zhao Yun didn't care about it before.

He leaned on the bow of the boat and stared at the raging river with wide eyes, the expression on his face becoming solemn, and his eyes full of doubt.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the surface of the lake suddenly exploded, setting off a huge wave.

In front of the cruise, a dark island appeared strangely!

There are hundreds of meters in size!

A thunderous voice came from the island!

"Gua Wazi, it was you who woke up the old man."