After having lunch, Lin Zhennan sighed and grabbed Jiang Wen, wanting to take him to visit the mountains and rivers of Fuzhou City and recall the days when we walked together arm in arm and expressed our spirit.
Jiang Wen thought about it. Seven years ago, the two of them were just running around in the grass and thorns. They were miserable and miserable. They occasionally robbed two groups of bandits who were poorer than them. As the sun went down, they went to the ruined temple and deserted village until dawn. , the donkeys carrying goods following them wanted to run away several times.
But looking at Lin Zhennan, who talked about reminiscing about the glorious past in front of his children and won the admiration of his children, Jiang Wen still rationally chose not to expose it.
"Daddy is so awesome! When I grow up, I will also be a hero!"
The youngest daughter Lin Yueru looked strange and applauded repeatedly.
The older Lin Xiu also looked excited, as if he wanted to fight across the world with his sword.
Jiang Wen originally wanted to compliment the other party hypocritically for having Lin Erluan girl at his knees, but after taking a look at his three apprentices who were burping and dazed, he suddenly felt that he was under a lot of pressure, so there was no need to hurt each other.
"Commander Lin, I just heard from you that something strange happened in the Three Mountains and Two Towers in Fuzhou City. Let's go around there and go to a place where nothing happened."
Jiang Wen insisted again and again, saying that he now respects ghosts and gods and stays away from them - Zi Buyu has strange powers and messes with gods. If he doesn't want to get involved with the gods and gods, he can just hang around the door.
After all, Lin Zhennan couldn't defeat him, so he put on a brocade suit, took two escorts as bodyguards, and walked out of the Fuwei Escort Agency with Jiang Wen.
The two of them each took a jug of wine and walked westward.
Fuwei Escort Bureau occupies a large area and is located on Ximen Street in Fuzhou City, which is the street from Ximen extending into the city.
This city gate with the handles of soldiers and tax collectors is called Yingxian Gate. Outside the gate, the Baima River meanders around the gate and is planted with willow trees. The evening breeze blows like soft silk hanging down, making it look like a beautiful scenery and an intoxicating breeze. It is almost invisible. The coldness of winter.
At this time, pairs of pedestrians returned from the gate, and they all obediently paid the city gate tax of one penny to the tax collector. It was Lin Zhennan's turn to pass by with his bodyguard, but he just nodded, and the soldiers at the city gate let them go without saying a word.
Since ancient times, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is hard to deal with. Logically speaking, the tax collectors who guard the city gates and the subordinate staff in the yamen have always been people who peel skin at first sight and suck blood at another time. They make a living by doing this, and there is no need for dignity. They are like a dung truck. You have to taste the saltiness when you go out. It's called not to break the rules, but you didn't expect it to be so appropriate in front of Lin Zhennan?
"Zilu, don't be so surprised. As for the escort business, I managed to make friends with Geng Jingzhong, the eldest son of King Jingnan. I have a good relationship with his subordinate Dutong Zeng Yangxing and the general Bai Xianzhong. On weekdays, the Fuwei Escort Bureau comes out to meet him. The Immortal Sect also pays taxes once a season."
Lin Zhennan twitched his beard and smiled, with a mature look that did not match his age, and his steps seemed a little brisker.
Now the King of Jingnan, Geng Jimao, is old and faint (a clerical error in the previous chapter, Geng Jingzhong will not ascend to the throne for more than ten years), many things have been done by Geng Jingzhong, and now he wants to make good friends with people in the world.
Lin Zhennan relied on the Escort Information Network to make the right move, and he will be able to operate stably for at least the next ten years. This is really a clever move.
There is also a lake in the west of Fuzhou City, which is called West Lake locally. Although the name is not as prominent as West Lake in Hangzhou, it was dug by the governor Yan Gao as early as the third year of Taikang in the Jin Dynasty. By the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was already a tourist attraction. Wang Shenzhi's royal garden.
West Lake is less than two miles away from Yingxian Gate in the west of Fuzhou City. Jiang Wen found that Lin Zhennan was out of breath while walking behind him, and his clothes were covered with sweat. It was obvious that his physical strength was not much better.
Jiang Wen watched silently for a long time, and finally slowed down and asked.
"Brother Lin, have you not practiced martial arts for a long time? Why are you out of breath after taking just two steps?"
Mr. Lin's body was shaken, and he said helplessly: "The business of the escort agency has been complicated in the past few years, and I haven't had time to practice martial arts for a long time. Today I made you laugh."
Jiang Wen patted his shoulder unceremoniously, pointed at his stomach and said, "I guess it's not just that he doesn't practice martial arts, but he also drinks and goes to banquets every day, right?"
The two escorts from the Fuwei Escort Bureau behind him glared angrily, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Jiang Wen's offensive behavior. However, they were intimidated by the majesty of the chief escort chief and did not step forward to scold him.
Jiang Wen glanced at it from the corner of his eye, but Quan pretended not to see it, so he leaned closer to Lin Zhennan and whispered.
"I think you did this on purpose."
Lin Zhennan had a majestic smile on his face. He seemed to have put aside all emotions of favor and disgrace, but when he heard Jiang Wen's words, he couldn't help but change his expression, revealing a shrewd expression that Jiang Wen was very familiar with.
He was like the down-and-out martial arts master who only wanted to be a dart boy and make a fortune to support his family.
"You saw it again."
Lin Zhennan looked around mysteriously and whispered, "King Jingnan and his men are northern warriors, but they are the most suspicious. Now that they have come to this unfamiliar southern country, do you think they will want to control hundreds of people?" Would you rather cooperate with a knight-errant who is a master of martial arts, or would you rather deal with a businessman who is just trying to make money honestly?"
"Huh, with your martial arts background, I don't think it matters whether you practice or not. Why don't I teach you a Kung Fu that uses gunpowder and gas to push the warhead forward to cause damage? It's called Qigong for short. What do you think?"
Jiang Wen suddenly realized it, but he still couldn't help but make some excuses.
"Also, Geng Jingzhong appears to be bold, but is actually treacherous and speculative. He can only be used for aid but cannot be trusted. Now that you have established a foothold in Fuzhou, you still need to make more preparations."
Lin Zhennan nodded gratefully but said no more. He had never doubted Jiang Wen's vision.
He is a person who cares deeply about his family. The reason why he values Jiang Wen so much is not only because he cares about his old friendship, but also because Jiang Wen is the only person who can understand his true ambition.
The world is changing day by day, but a close friend will still be a close friend even if they haven't seen each other for seven years, and an enemy will still be an enemy if they meet in another life.
The two miles of willow banks were quickly gone, and then they saw a piece of sparkling gold, and it was already dusk on the lakeside city wall.
To the southeast of the West Lake in Fuzhou is the city wall, with the city tower facing away from the mountains. The ancient city is facing the lake and facing waves. From the lake, you can see the city wall bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun and hidden among the ancient trees, which is exactly the scene of the setting sun over the ancient battlements.
"The scenery is better out front, so we'll go there to drink."
Lin Zhennan was also very interested and urged.
Jiang Wen was facing the wind with his sword on his shoulder. The bitter dust of the past few days of traveling was washed away in his breath. His mind seemed to be a little brighter, and he said happily to Lin Zhennan.
"Brother Lin, looking at the beautiful scenery of the West Lake is more interesting than walking over the mountain to worship the pagoda in fear."
Jiang Wen was very relieved.
Nowadays, the lake is full of tourists and the sun is warm, so nothing weird will happen. Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the mountains and live in seclusion after I have finished teaching the White Lotus Sect? If you don’t believe me, look, there is a group of Qing soldiers camped by the lake. , the security here is so trustworthy...
Wait a minute, something strange seems to have gotten in.
"...Why are there soldiers stationed over there?"
Lin Zhennan looked at it for a while, and after guessing from the clothes and camp flags, he knew that these were the Han army flag men and horses brought by the Geng family. They even carried ten Ming-style Chinese army gate flags, each one feet tall and five feet tall. The face is straight, and the top of the flagpole is decorated with a tassel head, beads, and a pheasant tail.
Mr. Lin hesitated and said: "This group looks familiar. It seems to be the people of the Crown Prince Geng Jingzhong. Recently, due to the dry water in the West Lake in winter, an ancient temple at the bottom of the lake has been revealed. They should be sending troops to investigate..."
Jiang Wen was shocked when he heard this.
"Ancient temple?"
"Exactly."
Lin Zhennan nodded slowly: "In the Five Dynasties, the ghost sightings in the palace and the strange sightings of Huanglong in the house are all related to the West Lake. After that, the Min Huizong built a large number of temples, and the worship was kept secret, but it is not known which god he worshiped."
"...Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is it too late for us to turn back now?"
Jiang Wen sighed sadly. The tone of these words sounded so familiar, it always made him feel that he was involved in trouble like this last time.
"After several years of not seeing each other, you have become too timid."
Lin Zhennan laughed.
"There was no lake here originally. The county guards during the Taikang period of Jin Dynasty diverted water from the northwest mountains to this place. It is normal for several ancient houses to be submerged at the bottom of the lake. During the Five Dynasties, Wang Shenzhi, the king of Fujian, expanded the city and sent his second son to connect the West Lake with the lake. Many ancient ruins were excavated when the Nanhu Lake was connected, is that surprising?"
