In the vast South China Sea, there is a ferry.
In fact, to be precise, it should be described as "one piece".
Because it is a "dragon boat".
It is not a dragon boat in the ordinary sense, but literally a large boat with a dragon as a ferry tool.
A huge and vigorous yellow dragon was traveling at a very gentle speed on the boundless sea surface.
There is an attic-like building on the dragon's back.
The cornices are raised and the corners are resplendent, the ultimate luxury and beauty.
The sparkling magnificence is jaw-dropping!
The pavilion stands on the back of the yellow dragon, and the shining yellow light shocks the top of the building.
Leaning against the railing, there was a young man wearing rhubarb silk and satin, standing here, looking at the sea in the distance.
In addition to his eye-catching bright yellow satin suit, the young master also wore a sword that looked like white porcelain at his waist. It was made of porcelain and had a blue and white texture. It seemed to be extremely brittle and would break if knocked.
His whole body is decorated with countless pieces of jade, each piece is crystal clear and of the highest quality, priceless.
The hat, collar, sleeves, waist, and even the tops of the boots are all covered with beautiful jade, which is moist and transparent, and shines brightly when the sun shines on it.
A layman can immediately tell at a glance that this jade is of extremely high quality and the price must be staggering!
Next to the young master, who was wearing gold and jade and a white sword at his waist, stood a tall, thin old man in simple clothes.
The clothes that the old man was wearing looked quite old and not valuable. They were in sharp contrast with the young master's clothes. One was on top of the other.
The old man was much taller than the young master, about nine feet tall, and his shoulders were broad, but he probably only had a bigger frame and not much muscle on his bones.
Not only is there no flesh on his body, but his face also gives people the bleak feeling of a thin and sick person. The cheeks on both sides are somewhat sunken, the eyes are dull, and the circles under the eyes are dark.
His gray hair was disheveled, and he was no more energetic than a dead person.
If it weren't for the fact that this man was too tall, he would have been regarded as the kind of decrepit old man who is often seen on the street and is about to die. He really doesn't have much to live for.
The young man in yellow, wearing a sword, looked quietly into the distance.
The tall, thin old man in plain clothes stood aside with his hands hanging down and his head lowered, saying nothing, like a guardian angel.
The young man in yellow clothes looked at the waves on the sea in the distance for a while, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the tall and thin old man. The young master sighed leisurely and said with a sense of regret: "Old Wang, those things placed in the cabin The gifts, every one of them, are all luxurious things that are of no use. Although they are very valuable, they feel a bit too vulgar. Others don't know, but I guess my father won't like them. ."
The tall and thin old man who was called "Lao Wang" comforted him: "Master, Vice Colonel Yang is not the kind of dogmatic person. As long as it is something from the Master, there is a heart in it. A light courtesy can be a heavy duty, and besides those pearls." The treasures are of great value and can be regarded as treasures of a country. If they are given as gifts, they are of sufficient weight."
The young man in yellow was comforted and his mood became better. He grinned and said, "I feel much more at ease if you do this. Haha, it's not in vain that I have spent so much time traveling around the Blue Continent." It took no less than twenty countries to collect those good things.”
The tall and thin old man smiled slightly and said calmly: "Young Master promised a thousand pieces of gold, but he just casually promised before going out that he would bring souvenirs when he came back, so he spent so much effort and bought so many rare treasures... "
"Hey, Lao Wang, stop praising me."
The young man in yellow said with a smile, "At least half of those things were sold to me because I had you by my side. If it weren't for you, I, Yang Junjie, would probably be exhausted from doing it all by myself." Otherwise, you can’t buy it at all.”
Lao Wang, who was dressed in plain clothes without any splendor, smiled without saying a word and looked proud after hearing the young master's praise.
The young man named Yang Haojie glanced at the location of the cabin and said in an understated tone: "Since we agreed to talk about things, we should try our best to complete them. Dad has emphasized this to me many times before. It has already been Keep it in mind, even if you want to forget it now, you can’t forget it.”
Yang Junjie looked at the tall and thin old man again, "Many of the students on the island have never been to Hanlan Island. I guess since I went to sea, they have been hoping that I can bring some good things back sooner or later. It’s an eye-opener for them. This round trip took more than half a year. It would be too bad if I still go back empty-handed, or if I bring too few things and don’t have enough. By then, not only will I lose face. , I think even my father will be disgraced!"
Lao Wang agreed with this and nodded, acquiescing but being speechless.
Yang Junjie looked up for a while and looked at the tall old man who always stood with his body bowed, then turned to look at the sea.
Standing at the top of the gorgeous loft, he rested his arm on the carved lacquered railing. He suddenly sighed for no reason and said to himself: "What a pity, what a pity..."
Lao Wang was puzzled and asked hurriedly: "Master, what do you think is a pity?"
Yang Junjie, who had a porcelain white sword on his waist and was wearing a rhubarb jade-embellished silk satin, was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said: "The top ten masters of the human race, this rare trip to Hanlan Continent, unexpectedly only saw Shi Pojing. Dongfang Xiuwu, the owner of the mountain, is only one person. Apart from our Principal Zhuge and Teacher Ying, there are seven people I haven’t seen yet! Alas, I feel like I have suffered a big loss this time I traveled far away. I finally begged my father to let me go. I came out to have fun, but I didn’t cherish it properly..."
Yang Junjie's eyes were filled with resentment, "It would be great if my vacation could be extended for two or three months longer. In that case, I would have to go to the Divine Mountain Villa of the Splendid Dynasty to see the man who stands at the top of human martial arts. What kind of domineering demeanor does Ling Pu have, who suppressed the warriors of a continent with his fists? It is estimated to be similar to the name of the villa, with a respectable appearance and a body like the God of War. Gee, just thinking about it makes people admire him! Not just me, but Even Teacher Jin of Jin Dianfeng has admired the Lingwu God for a long time, but he has never been able to see him..."
"There will be a chance, young master. When the summer vacation comes next year, Lao Wang will accompany you to the Hanlan Continent. No more twists and turns, and go straight to the Shenshan Villa!"
The tall, thin old man in plain clothes said in a comforting and encouraging tone.
Yang Haojie said "Okay" and continued: "In addition to the God of War Ling Pu, I also particularly want to meet the God of Swordsman Yu Youcong. I heard that Yu Youcong dominates the world with swordsmanship and is powerful in three continents. His swordsmanship is amazing. He's so strong that it's almost impossible! According to the sword cultivator from the next continent, who is ranked number one, his name seems to be...Qiu Bai, yes, he keeps clamoring all day but wants to be defeated. He is known as the toughest turtle under the shell, Qiu Bai. , I was frightened by Yu Youcong's divine power. I was so scared that I probably would never step foot into Hanlan Continent in this life. It was really private! Also, together with the 'Sword Master', one of the top ten masters of the human race, Ying Chun, our teacher Ying from Shang Academy, was once defeated by him..."
Hearing this, Lao Wang, who was not as knowledgeable as the young master, couldn't help but frowned. The tall and thin old man frowned and asked, "What? Even Professor Ying lost to Yu Youcong? Are you serious?!"
Yang Junjie nodded heavily and said without hesitation: "It's absolutely true, even Teacher Ying's legs were cut off by the sword god Yu Youcong!"
Lao Wang, who was lagging behind in news, seemed to have heard something shocking. It took him a while to calm down, and murmured: "Actually, I have wanted to know who has such a great ability to make people... Professor Ying even lost his legs. Unexpectedly, it was Yu Youcong who did it! It’s no wonder..."
"Yes, Lao Wang, you also know that Yu Youcong is super powerful, right?"
Yang Junjie became more and more excited, "The human swordsman god, the weight of this nickname is very resounding! Although Teacher Ying is called 'Sword Saint', he is just a swordsman saint. After all, he can't get rid of the 'human' character." . But Yu Youcong is not necessarily the same. As long as he has a sword in his hand, he can be invincible up and down, like a god! His status is the same as that of Ling Pu, the owner of Shenshan Villa, in the martial arts field."
The tall and thin old man surnamed Wang pursed his lips. He couldn't help it anymore and said in a deep voice: "He is invincible above and below. This evaluation is a bit too much. Although Yu Youcong has extremely high attainments in swordsmanship, he has won consecutively. Even Professor Chun Ying is no match for him, but I don’t believe he can really beat our Principal Zhuge!”
Yang Haojie laughed and said, "Old Wang, don't be too harsh with your words. The principal and Yu Youcong have never fought before. How do you know that the latter cannot beat the former?"
Mr. Wang, surnamed Wang, closed his eyes and stared at the young master in front of him who had surpassed others' ambitions and destroyed his own prestige. He shouted with a slightly raised voice: "If you can't beat him, you can't beat him. There's nothing wrong with it! Principal Zhuge was the Sixth Prince who made the most contributions a thousand years ago. He is one of the great emperors and has fought with countless powerful demons. He has sealed the Tongdao Sword Formation for ten hundred years. His combat power is undoubtedly ranked first among the human race. How old is Yu Youcong? He is not even a hundred years old. ? What can you compare with our principal?!"
Yang Junjie laughed dryly, his expression a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Old Wang, it is a good thing to have confidence in our principal, but what you said is a bit..."
"Something?"
Lao Wang, who had always been hunched over, straightened his back and said in a loud and confident voice, "Do you think I am too arrogant and look down on him, Yu Youcong? Huh, this is still polite, if your surname is Yu If you dare to come to our Tongdao Island and fight with the principal to fight for the strongest position in the human race, then don’t you think I, Old Wang..."
After learning that the legs of Professor Ying Chun, whom he admired in his heart, were severed by Yu Youcong's sword, the tall and thin old man who was dissatisfied with the Yu Sword God originally wanted to "spit him to death" with just one sentence. Come here to vent your inner feelings
Unexpectedly, not far away, an old voice suddenly sounded, muddy but powerful, like a god speaking.
The person who came out of the blue, every word he spoke was like thunder, and passed into the mind of the old man in plain clothes with unusual clarity: "What did you, Mr. Wang, do to me, Yu Youcong, after you saw me?"
