Ma Xingzhou didn't care about He Qianshan's teasing.

Instead, he said solemnly: "Don't you know, my eyelids are very smart, and every time I jump, something bad will come!"

"Oh, what do you think will happen?"

"Where are we going now, you know?"

"Don't you say it's Gangneung Mansion?"

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the general helm of the Guanyin Society is in Jiangling Mansion!"

He Qianshan also frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "You mean, the idea that the Guanyin Society will come to fight this batch of wood?"

But then he shook his head again: "I don't think so, if they really have this heart, you can do it after you release people, why make a fuss at your own door, lest people don't know?"

Ma Xingzhou nodded: "You're right, I hope so...... But what else could be alike?"

He Qianshan laughed: "Okay, old horse, don't worry about it anymore, I'm sure Guanyin will not come again!"

Let's go, let's go to the net and the big fish come up, and have a good evening drink!"

Ma Xingzhou said with a straight face: "Don't worry about playing, you should accompany your younger brothers and sisters more!"

"Your brother and sister, you should fall asleep, let her sleep more!"

Zhao Duxue heard it in the room, and said to herself: "This Xiao Wu is really, I haven't married you yet, I talk nonsense......! Brother and sister ......"

She counted in her mouth, but she laughed unconsciously, her face was hot, and she covered her face with the quilt with a busy "oops", and a pair of jade feet kicked in the quilt!

As He Qianshan expected, the fleet had a smooth journey, passing through Jiangling in the afternoon and arriving in Dongting at night!

Dongting Lake, the first of the five lakes since ancient times, is the largest Tongjiang lake in terms of water volume!

Fan Zhongyan said, "Baling is victorious, in a lake in Dongting."

He Qianshan looked at the boat by the boat, and it was indeed "a distant mountain, swallowing the Yangtze River, a vast soup soup, boundless;

I remembered that the Tang people had a poem, singing about the magnificence of Dongting Lake, and said:

The east, west, north and south are in the air, and only small peaks are left on the waves.

Chang and Yueyang turned the drum horn, and did not leave the cloud dream to turn the fish dragon.

Suck back the sun and moon for more than a thousand acres, and pave the galaxy with a heavy weight.

Until the rest of the catastrophe is still landed, there should be feathers at the time.

Eight hundred miles of Dongting, even if the weather is cold, she is still sparkling and vibrant!

The lake is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the colorful sunset, and the long sky is the same color!

And embrace the green mountains into the arms, the water reflects the mountains, the mountains return to the water, the fish fly like the mountains, and the birds swim in the water!

There is a small island in the northeast of the lake, petite and beautiful, and the famous Yueyang Tower is far away, it is the Jun Mountain of "a green snail in the silver plate"!

This Jun Mountain bamboo and wood is verdant, the scenery is picturesque, the peaks and ravines are coiled and looped, there are seventy-two peaks of large and small, and the general rudder of the Yangtze River faction is hidden in it.

At this time, the fleet was gradually approaching the dock in the south of the island.

"Brother He, on the island, let's go to Jiuxiangfeng, I invite you to drink good wine!"

"Ah, isn't that the place where Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty asked for immortal wine?"

"It is precisely that although immortality may not be, wine must be good wine...... Not good!"

Ma Xingzhou suddenly screamed, and jumped directly onto the shore!

He Qianshan also sensed that something was wrong, those disciples of the Yangtze River Sect on the dock were all filial piety!

The Yangtze River faction is in trouble!

I saw Ma Xingzhou grabbing a disciple of the Yangtze River Sect on the shore and yelling, "What's wrong?"

The disciple lowered his head and said something, but his voice was too low to hear clearly!

Ma Xingzhou was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, and then rushed towards the island like crazy!

He Qianshan turned his head to Zhao Duxue and said, "Duxue, you stay on the boat and wait for me, don't go anywhere!"

Zhao Duxue nodded: "Well, you have to be careful!"

He Qianshan jumped onto the pier and went straight to chase the horse.

When the disciples of the Yangtze River faction saw that he was coming with his own boat, they did not stop him.

Not far from the island, there is an inner lake, and the lake is built with a long bridge with a curved water.

The bridge railing is also decorated with a long white silk, which is clearly an atmosphere of mourning for the deceased!

After crossing this long bridge, the other side of the lake is adjacent to a piece of mansions and pavilions, among which the largest courtyard, the plaque has three dragon flying characters: "Yangtze River faction"!

It seems that this place should usually be the place where the Yangtze River faction gathers for meetings, but this time it has been arranged as a mourning hall.

He Qianshan was at the door, and he had already seen the word "Lay" in the middle of the fight, hanging high next to it, and the oil lamp was bright!

At this time, the figure in the mourning hall was longing, and I couldn't see where Ma Xingzhou was!

He Qianshan was about to enter the door when a black-robed old man stopped in front of him with both hands and fists.

"Dare to ask what is ...... to be respected"

He Qianshan hurriedly returned the gift: "The younger generation's surname is He, and his name is Qianshan." ”

Hearing this name, the eyes of several disciples of the Yangtze River Sect at the door were all attracted!

He Qianshan didn't know that he was already so famous.

"He Qianshan?" the old man suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that he is the head of the Wanmu Temple of Muqi Mountain?"

"It's down there!"

When He Qianshan recognized this, he suddenly felt that the old man's eyes were surging with murderous intent, and he only heard a few sounds of "Zheng Zheng Zheng ......", and the disciple of the Yangtze River Sect next to him had already unsheathed his sword and rushed over to surround him!

He was inexplicable, and was about to ask clearly, but the old man shouted hoarsely: "He Qianshan! What kind of grudge does my Yangtze River faction have with you?

What? Jiang Yunlang, the head of the Yangtze River faction, was killed?

Or say I killed it?

When the people inside heard the movement outside, they all rushed out!

Most of them are tense and approaching He Qianshan, they should be people from the Yangtze River faction!

There are also a few people watching from the wall, and it seems that they are people from other sects who have come to mourn.

There were also a few monks, I don't know if they came to mourn or if they were invited by the Yangtze River to do things.

The old monk at the head of the group, wearing a scarlet robe all over the shoulders, silver beard and chest, solemn appearance, overflowing with essence in his eyes, at a glance, he knows that he is a monk who has cultivated to a very deep level!

At this time, he was looking at He Qianshan with his torch-like eyes, as if smiling.

He Qianshan didn't have time to figure out the origin of this old monk at this time, because the few people who had just surrounded him didn't seem to be ordinary.

These people are all over fifty years old, all of them have sharp eyes and high temples, and they all seem to be masters of deep internal strength.

They didn't speak, they stared at He Qianshan with gloomy faces, and their fists clenched behind them!

He Qianshan couldn't help but swallow twice......

He forced his mind and clenched his fists and said: "Everyone, as this senior said just now, I have no grievances with your faction, and I have never even met your Jiang master, how can I harm him?"

"That's right! The head of the family was definitely not killed by Brother He, I can be a guarantor!"

As he spoke, Ma Xingzhou was already in front of He Qianshan.

He described it as sad, his eyes were red, and the tears on his face were not dry!

The black-robed old man roared angrily, "Ma Xingzhou, what are you doing? How can you be sure that he didn't do it?"