The mission turned from Huguang to the east, and then took the waterway and went down by boat.

The mission of this mission was successfully completed, and the envoys went to a major event in their hearts, such as relieved, the boat traveled on this big river, looked around, the scenery was like this thousand years, and it was a big commotion, and the banquet and drinking would continue every day. Zhao Ji was known for his talent in Bianliang City in the past, and he was on the same boat, so there was no excuse for this kind of banquet even if he wanted to retreat. This is not a chore, even if he did not inherit the talent of his predecessor, Zhao Ji also remembered many poems handed down in later generations, and if he wanted to be impressive at the literary meeting, it was very simple. However, he was wary of himself, and secondly, he was not good at his literary name, and even if he went, he would say less and see more, and try not to attract attention.

Dealing with these literati, Zhao Ji always has a string in his heart, don't look at the conversation and laughter on the table now, if he has something too out-of-the-box, he will return to Bianliang and be involved in a book Duan Wang Wuzhi, and he has made a meritorious service. After attending several such banquets, he stopped attending the meeting, and simply arranged a small boat to ride the wind and waves behind the big boat, but also got quiet. This move fell in Cai Jing's eyes, and there was a young man who was old and serious, and he was a little more satisfied with Zhao Ji. Along the way, although the two occasionally talked, they also restrained each other, stopped at the point, and kept a tacit understanding in their hearts. After all, it is still the current official family who is in power, and Cai Jing is also a loyal minister of the official family after all, so it is impossible to say anything too explicit to Zhao Ji.

He took a small boat, and without the disturbance of silk and bamboo, Zhao Ji completely calmed down and seriously practiced and studied the two magic skills he obtained when he went to Dali. The internal force stored in his body has become quite large-scale, driven by the Northern Pluto Divine Skill, and wanders around the meridians, but the degree of internal force itself is far less rapid than absorbing internal force. And every time I finished doing it, my spirit was a little tired. So, he simply cut off the daily practice of the Northern Spiritual Skill, and he didn't expect to be an invincible master in the world, and he only came to the Northern Spiritual Skill out of the need for self-defense.

As for Ling Bo's microstep, Zhao Ji spent a lot of effort practicing. This footwork itself is a clever exercise, which is detached from the I Ching and is secretly reasonable. The deeper Zhao Ji studied, the more he felt that the changes were really wonderful, and some of the truths that he had figured out in the previous learning of the Tao could be reflected in this footwork change. Moreover, every time this Ling Bo microstep is practiced, his spirit is refreshed, and his internal strength has also improved greatly, compared with the Northern Shengong, it is really much better.

As for the six-vein divine sword learned from Tianlong Temple, Zhao Ji also tried to practice it, but he really couldn't practice it. At this point, he was not surprised, like Emperor Baoding, who had practiced a yang finger for half his life, could only cultivate half of the pulse. I just absorbed a little internal strength, and it was surprising that I could really practice it.

Drifting all the way by boat, no cars and horses, everyone arrived at Liangzhejiang Road in a few days. The two Zhejiang provinces are rich and famous all over the world, the two sides of the river are either continuous rice fields and mulberry forests, or the big cities and small towns are prosperous, and the boats and boats on the river come and go, and the rivers are endless. This made Zhao Ji, who had just experienced the beautiful mountains and rivers of Dali but the rare scenery of people, feel as if he had arrived in another world.

The two Zhejiang provinces were rich and the literary style was also flourishing, and the big ships of the mission were visited every day, or the local gentry, or the envoys made relatives and friends, and the progress of the trip slowed down. In Bianliang City, Zhao Ji paid attention not to socialize with Wenchen, and he couldn't relax his vigilance when he arrived in the locality, so he rarely went to the big ship. Seeing that the three or five miles of waterway was grinding forward every day, Zhao Ji simply took the first step and took a small boat to Suzhou.

When he came to Suzhou, Zhao Ji actually didn't have a clear purpose, most of it was out of curiosity. If it is said that it is necessary to prevent problems before they happen and eradicate Nagu Su Murong, it will not be enough. This Murong family is not even a "trouble" at all, so there is no way to talk about prevention. What Zhao Ji is curious about is what kind of situation the Murong family has been planning for hundreds of years to restore the country in Suzhou.

When it comes to martial arts, Zhao Ji thinks that he will never be Murong Fu's opponent. Qiao Feng in the north, Murong in the south, and Murong Fu are slightly watery compared to Qiao Feng, but compared to Zhao Jilai, they will definitely throw out 108,000 miles. Speaking of which, if Duan Yu is the spare tire whose character determines his fate, then Murong Fu should be regarded as a tragedy whose fate determines his character. The Murong family's painstaking plan to restore the country is an absurd joke in itself, and Murong Fu's insistence is naturally particularly ridiculous.

It is good for people to have dreams and persistence, but if they are divorced from reality and YY is too much, it will hurt the mind and body. It is true that the Wuhu Murong family founded, destroyed, and restored the country, but that was a special historical background, and Xianbei Murong also retained his strength. Especially Murong Chui does have real skills, even so, he needs to have the former Qin King Fu Jian to give him a pit without regrets.

But what is the situation now? Not to mention that Murong Fu's talent is not comparable to that of his ancestor Murong Chui, even if Zhao Ji is willing to give him the world's Zen, can he sit firmly?

Within a few days, the ship arrived in Suzhou, near the Suzhou wharf, and a bustling and noisy atmosphere came to the face. Boats come and go on the pier, and you can barely see the water. Passenger ships like Zhao Ji can't even dock, and can only anchor on the river. But don't worry about not being able to get ashore, as soon as the boat docks, there will be a ferry boat that can send people to the shore.

Zhao Ji changed into an ordinary scholar's shirt, took three or five guards, and got on the ferry boat like a rich child who went out to play. On the boat, the captain enthusiastically talked to Zhao Ji about the places to play near Suzhou, probably because he saw that Zhao Ji was like a literati, and the recommended places were also extremely elegant, and even occasionally spit out one or two lines of poetry, which was really impressive.

Chatting with this father-in-law, Zhao Ji asked casually: "Uncle, you have lived in Suzhou for a long time, do you know that there is a place called Yanziwu outside the city?"

The captain pondered for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "I really haven't heard of this. ”

Zhao Ji was not surprised when he heard this, he went ashore all the way, and now he wandered around Suzhou City and found a restaurant to eat. When it was almost dusk, I rented a painting boat to swim in Taihu Lake. At this time, it is already autumn, and the evening breeze is a little cold, but there are not a few boats on the lake. The shore of this Taihu Lake is also a wind and moon resort, the sunset in the west mountain, after the little golden scales on the river surface fade, each painting boat will hang the lanterns wrapped in colorful silk, the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of singing and dancing, and the noise of human language gradually become noisy.

Zhao Ji didn't inquire about the whereabouts of the Yanziwu Shenhezhuang again, so he took the painting boat and drifted on the river at will. The aroma of the evening breeze of fat powder is sultry, but the company around him are all strong men and guards, and there is a lot less elegant interest in taking the beauty to the lake. The owner of the boat saw what he was saying, and hung a colorful lantern on the bow of the boat, and many small ferries approached without a twist. These small ferries carried three or two costumed singers, and when they approached the boat, they walked into the cabin with various musical instruments, and the atmosphere of the whole cabin suddenly became lively.

Zhao Ji has also seen the singing and dancing entertainment of this era, if it is colorful and colorful, it is not as good as that of later generations. But if you talk about the graceful and ancient rhyme, coupled with the soft words of this Jiangnan daughter Wu Nong, in the blink of an eye, it already makes people's hearts drunk. After watching the singing and dancing for a while, Zhao Ji withdrew from these singers. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the guards around him had long been distracted, so he simply took a few hours off to go to the surrounding boats to solve their physiological needs.

Zhao Ji is not without needs, and he doesn't have any idea of guarding himself like jade, but he used to have to cultivate his body to recuperate, and now his internal strength has just been on the track, so if he can bear the smell of meat, he will endure it first. However, watching the guards hug those costumed singers and happily turn to other ships, I couldn't help but feel a little commotion in my heart.

There was still a lot of residual fragrance of fat powder wafting in the cabin, so Zhao Ji paced out of the cabin, stood on the deck, washed away his distracting thoughts, and watched the scenery of Taihu Lake under the moonlight and starlight.

Although it is not a full moon tonight, the sky is cloudless, so the moonlight is very refreshing, and the sparkling waves on this calm lake are like moving whitebait. After his mind was cleared, Zhao Ji paced slowly on the deck, unconsciously immersed in an ethereal realm, and subconsciously made Ling Bo microsteps with his steps. Although the footwork is extremely slow, the wind is free and easy on this water surface, and I actually experience a kind of artistic conception that I have never felt.

Ling Bo's every move should be in harmony with the internal breath in his body, Zhao Ji subconsciously exerted it, and the internal force in his body is also flowing endlessly. Although the footwork is very slow, the degree of internal breath flow has reached an unprecedented degree. The river breeze turned cold, the dampness gradually grew, and wisps of white steam gradually rose from Zhao Ji's body, and the hazy and hazy gradually rose to a fairy posture.

In this way, unconsciously, Zhao Ji had walked several times between the circles of this deck, and the white qi around him became more and more vigorous, gradually converging into a thin cloud of mist on the bow of the ship. His movements are slow and gentle, but they give people an elusive feeling, although he does not dance, his shadow is messy.

In this mysterious situation, Zhao Ji suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and his heart sank, and he came to his senses. Before he had time to appreciate the artistic conception he had just felt, he quietly walked to the corner of the ship's side, hiding in the shadow of the painting boat, and saw the water surface at the stern of the boat gradually rippling, and even a black shadow quietly surfaced, clinging to the board of the boat and turning onto the side of the boat. It was a person in a black night suit, the clothes were soaked in water and clinging to the body to show a bit of delicate figure, it should be a woman.

The woman curled up in the stern corner, gasping for a moment, her waist and abdomen seemed to be battered, and her breath was a little rough. After resting for a moment, he moved towards the cabin against the plank, and his movements were very light. She never noticed Zhao Ji who was close at hand, and moved forward about two meters or so, Zhao Ji suddenly jumped out of the shadows, and said with a smile: "Girl, are you being hunted and killed?"

In the silence, a human voice was suddenly heard, and the woman's body suddenly tensed, and she subconsciously bounced up, and then snorted, fell heavily on the deck, and had already fainted.

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