The group hurried up, and came to Jingjiang County in the evening, and instructed the disciples to find the boatman to cross the river early tomorrow morning, and the others entered the county to find a larger inn to settle down and rest briefly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jingjiang County has been a military stronghold in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River since ancient times, and there are many merchants who come and go, and there is basically no night curfew (curfew), so when Chu Boyi and they settled down in the inn and washed up, it was approaching, the street was still noisy, and there was no thought of going to bed and sleeping.

"Master, where do you get so much spirit, I am so tired that I can't do it. Li Chengliang complained to Bai Mosheng dissatisfied.

Bai Mosheng shook his head dotingly, and said, "You really don't look like a child's mind, you have to go to bed to rest when the time comes, and you don't have the liveliness of a young man at all." The two days have been fighting, and the blood is boiling, and it needs to be adjusted. ”

Li Chengliang seemed to suddenly understand something, and said with a shy and slightly excited face: "Master, don't you want to take the apprentice to the place like the Jiaofang Division (official prostitute)? ”

"Smack!" a crisp sound attracted the sideways glances of passers-by.

"Bastard boy, what are you thinking about all day long?" Bai Mosheng was amused by Li Chengliang's "whimsy", Chu Boyi, Xie Huaiyuan, and especially Mu Zhan all looked at Bai Mosheng with playful eyes, obviously thinking that what Li Chengliang associated with from "boiling blood" and not sleeping at night must be the result of Bai Mosheng, the master, who was not right on the upper beam and crooked on the lower beam.

Mu Zhan held back a smile, pulled Li Chengliang to his side with his arm, and asked with a malicious expression: "Liang'er, tell Uncle Mu, why did you think of the Teaching Division?"

A trace of imperceptible cunning flashed in the corner of Li Chengliang's eyes, his face was sincere, his eyes were clear, and he said loudly: "Because Master said that literati and chivalrous people like to linger the most, and the place where they can best write their heroic stories is Qing......"

Seeing that he was about to be ruined by the little bastard, Bai Mosheng covered Li Chengliang's mouth with one palm, lest he speak disrespectfully, and looked at several old friends beside him with an embarrassed expression. Not to mention anything else, Li Chengliang's words basically ruined the reputation of Bai Mosheng, who was known as a clear name.

Mu Zhan smiled and said: "Tong Yan is unscrupulous, Lao Bai should not be angry." ”

Bai Mosheng's eyebrows widened, and he feigned anger: "People who are going to have weak crowns, is that a child's words?"

A few people laughed and walked out of the city gate, and it was rare for the gate to be unlocked after sunset, especially in the context of the occasional invasion of the Japanese invaders.

Chu Boyi, Bai Mosheng and others naturally knew, and walked briskly towards the destination by the river in small steps, but Li Chengliang, who grew up in the northeast since childhood, was very novel, he had already seen the county town that was not forbidden at night, and he had seen the city gate that could not be lowered, Li Chengliang was speechless in his heart, thinking that when he returned to Tielingwei, he would tell his mother what he had seen and heard.

"I didn't expect that many years later, this building boat is still so gorgeous, and I don't know how many times the girl playing the music in it has changed. Xie Huaiyuan's exclamation pulled Li Chengliang out of his thoughts. And from the face, Xie Huaiyuan, who is nearly fifty years old, said such frivolous words, which also surprised Li Chengliang.

Following Xie Huaiyuan's gaze, Li Chengliang was taken aback again, a two-story boat with brilliant lights and carved beams was moored by the Yangtze River. Liang Fang color painting, the eaves are slightly warped, and the whale oil lantern reflects the nearby river surface sparkling, like daytime. From time to time, the sound of cheers erupted from the building boat, and it was obvious that there were artists performing.

Chu Boyi took the lead, and several people slowly came to the boat and got on the boat under the greeting of Xiao Er. There is a hole in the ship, the middle part is hollowed out, and a huge hall accommodates dozens of large tables of ten people, and there is a high platform that is more than a foot square, and the high platform is carved with exquisite wooden railings, and the top is surrounded by a crystal clear bead curtain, behind which it seems that there is a kaki who has just finished singing, and is packing up and preparing to leave.

Needless to say, Li Chengliang, who had never seen anything in the world, almost shouted at Bai Mosheng that Master was really interesting, and said that the Teaching Workshop Division was really here.

Bai Mosheng naturally knew that Li Chengliang was deliberately slapping himself, so he slapped his head unceremoniously: "Be honest! I jumped out like this all day long, I wouldn't have taken you out if I knew it, and I would have let you stay in Tielingwei for the rest of your life." No matter how you look at it, there are all Qing people here, how can it be a place like the one you want to teach the Fang Division?"

"Oh~" Li Chengliang replied noncommittally, in exchange for Bai Mosheng's clear eyes.

"A few chivalrous guests, the head of the family is invited. A small servant from the back hall walked quickly to Chu Boyi and the others and said in a low voice.

"Oh, I've been here a few times, and I've never seen the owner behind this scene, since I've been invited, I don't dare to disobey, and please lead the way." Chu Boyi replied decently, he was not a character with a shelf, his tone was very easy-going, but he exchanged puzzled colors with Bai Mosheng, after all, at this time, there was a sudden invitation from someone who seemed to have a mysterious background, and it was generally not good. And this building ship has been in Jingjiang for at least 20 years, standing tall, black and white are extremely respectful, and the energy of the controller behind it must be monstrous.

"Heroes, please come with me. The little guy responded, obviously not paying attention to Chu Boyi and Bai Mosheng's small movements, these were not things he should care about, and turned around to concentrate on leading the way.

Everyone went down to the hall and went straight to the back hall through the laity who were shouting and waiting to hear the next man singing.

The doors of the private rooms on both sides of the corridor are carved with different styles of carvings, which are truly dizzying.

The servant then led the way, led everyone to the private room at the end of the corridor, knocked lightly on the door, and a slightly old voice came from inside the door: "Come in." ”

The little servant opened the door in response, let Chu Boyi and the others into the house, and closed the door.

Everyone enters the house, the hut is very exquisitely arranged, the left side of the room is a large window, you can directly watch the beautiful scenery of the starry night of the Yangtze River, on the right is an imitation of the Han seat, on which a simple and vicissitudes of the tea table is placed, the tea table is regularly arranged with several teacups, and a teapot that seems to be made of purple mud, the teapot wafts out the aroma of black tea, and there is an old man sitting behind the coffee table. This old man looks like he is about 60 years old, but he has crane hair and a childish face, a ruddy complexion, eyes with fine light, breathing rhyme, and a full head of white hair delicately combed and tied with a cloth towel.

Seeing a few people enter the house, the old man smiled, raised his hand to signal a few people to sit down, and said: "The old man suddenly invited all the anti-Japanese righteous people for a while, and please take a seat, and the old man served tea to a few people." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and Mu Zhan asked, "Dare to ask who you are?"

The old man smiled at Mu Zhan's attitude, and said, "The old man's surname is Qiao, his name is Chu, and he is just an unsuccessful merchant leader in Beijing. ”