The sisters-in-law and aunts who washed rice and vegetables picked up stones by the dock and threw them at the boat like raindrops.

A young man playing in the water, braving the rain of stones, took off from the water to the bow of the boat. One by one, they were either pushed into the water by the master at the bow of the ship, or cut into the water by the sword. After falling overboard, they again burst into the water and took off towards the bow of the ship.

Blood stained the water red, and under the reflection of the setting sun, Qianguo Wharf was dyed with a thin layer of red, a terrifying red.

Suddenly, Tang Guiren, the ancestor of the Tang family, stood majestically in the beautiful sunset with a rusty iron spear, quietly looking directly at each other.

The housekeeper Tang Fu shouted loudly on the side: "Bold maniac, take your life!"

I saw the falling mainsail rising in the gorgeous sunset, and the four blood-red characters "Shame on no faith!" fluttered in the wind.

Tang Guiren sang loudly: "The sunset shines on the main sail, and the guns sound ghostly." ”

After speaking, Tang Guiren and the rusty iron spear in his hand flew towards the throat of Yan Zhaitian, the little king of Hades.

Yan Zhaitian, the little king of Yama, relied on his own practice to become invulnerable to the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, and watched Tang Guiren and the rusty iron gun in his hand fly towards his throat like this, without any change of moves, it was simple, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny, and even said wildly: "I just don't leave, what can you do with me?"

The words of the little Yama King Yan Zhaitian have not yet been finished, and the move of using the grabbing hand with the left and right hands to grab the white blade with empty hands has not yet been used, and the person has already seen the real Hades. The iron spear had passed through his throat, and flew with the corpse to the very center of the mast, and it was nailed there without a single bit.

The four masters had already fallen to the ground when Tang Guiren sang loudly and flew up.

The corpse was hung in the air by the barrel of a gun and swayed.

The entire dock has fallen into a deathly silence.

The sound of blood dripping down on the bow deck in the colorful sunset is clearly heard.

Tang Guiren flew back to the shore, turned around and left.

Continue to chant: "The sunset shines on the main sail, and the guns are ghostly." ”

That battle shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, causing a sensation in the rivers and lakes, and no one dared to challenge the rules of Qianguo Lane from then on.

Wan Jingcheng applauded and praised: "The Tang family's throat lock gun is indeed amazing! The story is indeed wonderful! The gentleman told it so well! Just in response to that sentence, the cowhide is not blown! This is the beautiful legend on the rivers and lakes, right?"

Zhang Tiezui took a sip of water, paused for a moment, and replied: "No! Not all! The last time I talked about Tang Ancestor's battle against Yan Zhaitian, the Little Yama King, was only the first time that Tang Ancestor guarded Qianguo Lane. ”

Wan Jingcheng: "There is a second time. ”

Zhang Tiezui: "Yes!"

Wan Jingcheng: "I would like to hear the details." ”

Zhang Tiezui put down the teacup and continued to tell the story.

Zhang Tiezui:

Last time, it was said that the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty fought against Yan Zhaitian, the king of Xiaoyan, and took the life of Yan Zhaitian, the king of Xiaoyan.

The Taihu Gang and the Tang family in Qianguo Lane have formed a blood feud.

Ming Hongwu was three years old, and Tang Guiren was one hundred and eight years old.

The fourteenth-generation gang leader of the Taihu Gang, Agni King Kong Niu Decao, was full of confidence, and thought: "Tang Guiren is one hundred and eight years old, he is quite old, and he is still able to eat, and his martial arts can be stronger." ”

He entangled the sixteen masters of the Jiangnan waterway, invited a pure space monk from Hanshan Temple in Suzhou to deal with ghosts and gods, drove a sailboat and five small wooden boats, faced the rising sun, and came to take revenge, wanting to get back the blood feud that Tang Guiren owed last time.

The monk is a famous ghost catcher master in Suzhou City, holding a Qiankun sword and carrying a Qiankun bag at his waist, claiming that no matter how strong the ghosts and gods are, they will not escape his spells.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have only heard that Taoist priests, mages, and celestial masters with profound mana will use the unique mana of the Immortal Dao to catch the ghosts of my Huaxia land! I really didn't expect that foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, and foreign monks can catch ghosts.

The sailboat docked at Qianguo Wharf.

Tang Guiren carried a rusty iron gun and stood majestically in the beautiful morning sun, quietly looking directly at the incoming ship.

I saw that the monk lifted his robe decently, and held the Zen staff to the sky in one hand: "Demons and monsters appear quickly." Demons and monsters appear quickly. ”

Tang Guiren carried a rusty iron gun and stood quietly like this. Suddenly, he chanted loudly: "The setting sun shines on the mainsail, and the guns are ghostly." ”

The falling mainsail rose under the gorgeous morning sun, and the four blood-red characters "shameful without faith" rose with the mainsail, which was particularly dazzling under the rising sun.

Tang Guiren and the rusty iron spear in his hand suddenly flew over, and flew to the center of the mast with a letter facing the rising sun.

Tang Guiren grabbed it casually, sealed the acupoint of Niu Decao, and then threw Niu Decao onto the barrel of the gun with a flick of his hand.

The cow grass hung in the air and swayed like a dead pig.

The monk threw down the Zen staff in his hand and jumped into the water, and there was a wave in the water, and the person was gone.

Tang Guiren didn't look at it, turned around and flew back to the shore, and left without looking back.

Tang Guiren was like entering a no-man's land, coming and going freely, and the sixteen masters were already frightened, so they quickly rescued Niu Decao and turned the bow of the boat and left.

Since then, for nearly 100 years, Qianguo Lane has been so quiet and comfortable in the noisy rivers and lakes.

It's really like the opening poem: The ancestors are in the heroic soul, and the wind and water are clean and the people are healthy.

When the story was over, there was silence in the hall.

Zhang Tiezui took a sip of water from the teacup, put down the teacup, stood up and said, "You're done with the story." ”

Wan Jingcheng wanted to ask some questions, but he still didn't say anything, just said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, please send off the guests." ”

Yu Ruoshui sent Zhang Tiezui back to the hall, and everyone still sat quietly like that.

Seeing that it was almost evening, Wan Jingcheng said: "It's not early, let's take a rest, enjoy the grand scenery here of the Yu Hall Master, and talk after dinner." ”

Wan Jingcheng stood up, a group of people followed the eldest young master through the small door through the Langfang in the middle, and arrived at the backyard, the yard was full of green grass and chrysanthemums, clusters of chrysanthemums were colorful and splendid, yellow chrysanthemums, black chrysanthemums, and dragon claw chrysanthemums had different postures, and the charming petals shone with beautiful brilliance through the sunset. The forest outside the gate of the courtyard is beautiful, the water and stone are clear, the Grand Canal flows around the east of the garden, and the boat pavilion stands not far away. Legend has it that the great writer Su Dongpo of the Northern Song Dynasty came to Changzhou eleven times to berth here by boat, and some people in the Southern Song Dynasty built a boat pavilion here to commemorate Su Dongpo to show nostalgia.

Wan Jingcheng walked to the boat pavilion and chanted Su Shi's "On the Lake and Zhang Xiantongfu": "It rains and sunny on Phoenix Mountain. The water is clear. Sunset. A hibiscus, blooming over Shang Yingying. Where to fly the double egrets, if you want to, Mu Huanting. Suddenly, I heard that there was a mourning kite on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen. The smoke gathers and the clouds are harvested, and it is Xiangling according to the contract. If you want to wait for the end of the song to ask for it, no one will be seen, and the peaks will be green. He also deliberately sighed: "Everyone, do we also want to wait for the end of the song to ask questions, no one is seen, and the number of peaks is green?"

The group listened silently, and no one answered.

When it got dark, Wan Jingcheng still led everyone to take a walk on this half-moon-shaped island, and after admiring the chrysanthemums, he proposed to see the blooming peonies.

It was already dark, and the peony was definitely out of sight.

Yu Ruoshui: "I will arrange for someone to hold the lamp, so that the eldest prince and the elders can appreciate the peony." ”

Wan Jingcheng: "Forget it, let's just go for a walk." We're waiting for two distinguished guests, tonight is going to be a sleepless night, now it's time to work out before dinner. ”

Yu Hualong looked at Yu Ruoshui and asked, "Eldest Prince, which two distinguished guests are coming?" ”