Wuyi Ferry was originally called Chunfeng Ferry. Thirty years ago, a poor scholar passed the examination and got the first prize. Later, he entered the center of the temple and became the prime minister and took the name Wuyi Layman. Chunfeng Ferry was changed to Wuyi Ferry.
A hundred steps away from the ferry is the Wuyi Inn.
The inn is ordinary. Unless a big shot from the imperial court happened to stay here, in a small place with mountains and rivers, there may not be any business in a month or two.
Shen Li threw the horse straw into the simple stable and ran into the kitchen.
The cook was a woman, with a curvy waist and pert buttocks. The man looking at her from behind was itching to watch. Unfortunately, half of her face seemed to have been burned by fire, like a green and black evil ghost.
"Has the horse been fed?"
"Sister, don't you feel reassured that I'm doing a good job?"
"Go back to the front hall and serve me carefully."
Carrying the kettle, the young man was smiling happily, smearing honey with his mouth in the front hall and shouting happily.
Some people saw that he had a handsome appearance and a tall figure. If he had not been living in the wilderness, who would he be in the capital?
"Boy! You have a good tongue. This shout makes us feel good."
"Hey, thank you for the compliment."
"What's your name?"
"Shen Li, carp's carp."
"Who are you, the store owner?"
"It's my sister."
"You brothers and sisters are doing business in this barren mountain. Aren't you afraid of thieves robbing your home? Or are you the same group of thieves?!"
Shen Li carefully poured hot water for the most distinguished old man in the group, and the aroma of tea immediately overflowed.
The old man secretly sighed that the rough tea from the mountains still tasted good after four brews.
Arriving next to the donkey-faced middle-aged man who asked the question, Shen Li held a kettle and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid. A few years ago, our military commander from Da Wu swept the nearby mountains and the bandits and thieves were all dead long ago. My sister and I With thin arms and legs, if he is really a thief, you can kick us siblings to death."
From the corner of his eye, the middle-aged man saw the old man just drinking tea. He didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the inn. He suppressed his murderous intention and asked, "What you said is right. Let me ask you, did a group of strangers pass by Wuyidu about half a month ago?"
"A stranger?" Shen Li scratched his head, "Yes! The accent is definitely not that of Da Wu, he should be a barbarian from the north."
"Where have they gone?" The middle-aged man stared at Shen Li.
Shen Li was startled, "Go...to the direction of Woxia Temple."
"Woxia Temple."
The sixteen or so people who came to the inn all silently recited the three words Woxia Temple.
Youdao has four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties and many towers in the mist.
Woxia Temple is also ranked among the top three in the land of Dawu in the southern country where worship of Buddhism is prevalent.
In ten days' time it will be the Buddha's birthday on the eighth day of April.
The abbot of Woxia Temple announced half a year ago that he would use the entire temple's efforts to hold this grand event, and the prize would be Woxia Temple's supreme elixir, Xianglu Pills.
"Snapped!"
He slammed the table: "You kid, don't be stupid. Go to the kitchen and ask your sister to bring the food quickly. We can fill our stomachs and go on the road."
"Yes, yes, yes." Shen Li humbly carried the kettle and trotted back to the kitchen.
Sitting next to the old man with a teacup in hand, he whispered: "Sir, I always feel that something is wrong. You also heard what the boy said, just in case..."
"You, a fourth-grade Vajra from the Insect Catcher Division, can't protect me?" The old man's expression remained unchanged and he just drank tea, "Besides, in the realm of Da Wu, the barbarians from the north are not allowed to be so unbridled!"
This donkey-faced man is Pang Hu, the fourth-grade town care envoy of the Southern Wu Spy Yamen's Insect Catching Division. According to the martial arts realm, he is also a solid fourth-grade Vajra realm martial artist.
"My lord, this is by no means a paranoid subordinate. This trip is really critical and we must be careful!"
"The tea is good." The old man was indifferent and didn't care.
"On the occasion of the Buddha's birthday in Woxia Temple, I met with the Shu envoys. Very few people in the court knew about it. Besides, the barbarians from the Northern Kingdom really dared to set up an ambush. Wouldn't poisoning the tea and food serve multiple purposes?"
"..."
Pang Hu was speechless for a moment. He carefully inspected the inside and outside of the inn, including the irritated shopkeeper and the waiter who also secretly observed, but found nothing wrong.
He even drank a cup of tea first, and only dared to let the old man drink it after making sure everything was fine.
He returned to his original position angrily, and angrily urged him to serve the food quickly.
Outside the inn.
Someone arrived quietly.
"Wang Chunfu, the Minister of Rites, who was praised for his strength and uprightness, chose the side roads instead of the high road. Is there any shameful deeds?"
The man lowered his bamboo hat to cover his face, his clothes were black and rough, dusty and dusty, and his words were full of sarcasm.
Pang Hu couldn't figure out the martial arts level of the visitor, so he quickly stood in front of the old man and raised his eyes. The insect catchers immediately understood and protected him in layers.
Wang Chunfu was shocked that this person could directly reveal his identity.
He also believed that Pang Hu and others could protect him, and that there was an expert lurking secretly, suppressing his fear.
He simply smiled and said: "Where do I go and what does it have to do with you, a Jianghu person? Don't think that I, Da Wu, have loose control over Jianghu, so I don't take the Supreme Being and the court seriously. Suppressing you is just a matter of a single word from the Supreme Being." That’s all. Get out of here quickly, don’t ask for trouble and lose your life.”
"Oh, Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, what if I don't know how to praise him?" the man in the bamboo hat asked coldly.
Wang Chunfu said nonchalantly: "I would like to see what you are capable of!"
"As expected of the Minister of Rites, he is still sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued even in these barren mountains and rivers. It's just that I am not under your jurisdiction in Nanwu."
The man in the bamboo hat spoke with disdain.
"I am from Zuopu, Northern Sui Dynasty."
Pang Hu was ready and alert, and Zuopu's reputation in the Northern Sui Dynasty was like thunder! A few years ago, busybodies in the northern arena used force to rank seniority, and Zuo Pu made the list, ranking tenth.
When he heard that the person who came was Zuo Pu, the well-maintained Wang Chunfu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As if he thought of something, he frowned and glanced at the kitchen.
A spring rain suddenly started. The rain changed from gentle and gentle to fast and urgent.
The Watanabe Inn was in turmoil in an instant.
Shen Li poked his head around to look at the situation in the front hall and said with great interest: "Good sister, these idiots are going to suffer a lot soon after they drank my Revlon."
The stamens of 19 kinds of poisonous flowers were collected and ground into a pulp, which was colorless and odorless and named Revlon.
The woman sighed faintly: "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. Are you not only born with the body of a diamond, dragon, and elephant, but also a poetic fairy banished to the dust?"
He laughed and said: "You can make accusations at will, you can make accusations at will."
"Are you still pretending to be with me? Mr. Jingjie is right, you are an exquisite heart and a talented person."
Shen Li said playfully: "I have been jealous of God, and my life is not long. If I fail to survive, my good sister must write on my tombstone: I have eight tons of talent, but I drink ten thousand husks of hatred."
"Shut up! That's nonsense!!"
"Since Zuopu of the Northern Sui Dynasty showed up on his own initiative, the people who secretly protected Wang Chunfu should be unable to sit still." She walked out of the kitchen window lightly.
Once again, it was confirmed that there was hidden Qi under the Wuyi Crossing, like a ghost, submerged in the water.
Pang Hu noticed something: "I'm going to deal with Zuo Pu, you go to the back kitchen and kill anyone you see!"
The people who caught the insects were in a fog, but the enemy still obeyed the order and turned around to kill the cook.
Revlon happened to take effect, and they were immediately crushed in pain.
Wang Chunfu was sweating like rain, and his internal organs were like axes and axes.
Even though Pang Hu was a warrior, his Vajra body was still in unbearable pain.
"The tea is poisonous!!"
"Thousands of blows!"
Pang Hudonkey's face was ashen and he cursed angrily.
"I have chosen to live in seclusion and enjoy the wilderness. There is no farewell or greeting all year round. Sometimes I go straight to the top of the lonely peak, and the clouds roar under the moon."
There is no need for people to catch insects and kill them in the kitchen. Shen Li puts his hands behind his hands and chants poems, walking out, free and easy, with an independent demeanor that is relegated to immortals.
Pang Hu looked at Zuo Pu who was standing outside the door without taking a step, and then looked at Shen Li who was pretending to be a ghost, and couldn't help shouting angrily: "You dare to poison the tea, you little bastard, I have to cut you alive!"
Shen Li laughed: "How is it? It tastes good."
"What are you waiting for? Kill him!" Pang Hu did not dare to act rashly.
Zuo Pu was as steady as a mountain and glanced at Shen Li.
Faced with this situation, the young man was more calm and composed than him.
The Xingxiu Sect, a killer organization that spans the north and south, has a young man who is born with a diamond body who is particularly powerful.
He couldn't help but become more curious about the terrifying-looking woman. His friend said that the young man born with a Vajra body had been following Po Jun, one of the seven killers of the Xingxiu Sect.
Shen Li glanced at Zuo Pu, who was standing still, with a smile, and clasped his hands: "The people from the north are spending a lot of money. They can move the tail of you, one of the top ten masters of the Northern Sui Dynasty."
Zuo Pu said with a smile: "It's hard to refuse the kindness of a good friend. Anyway, everything has been arranged. It's better to say it's a sightseeing tour."
"What a fun trip."
As he spoke, Shen Li's move was finalized.
But listen to his gentle command.
"Fourth level of merit!"
The four armored men, who were more than ten feet tall and clad in sharp armor, were light, flexible and extremely strong, breaking through the wall and breaking into the inn. Their speed made everyone stunned.
The talisman affixed to the armored person shines brightly, like a god in the sky.
On weekdays, in addition to practicing Taoist health-preserving techniques, Shen Li also browsed many mechanism techniques in the Xingxiu Treasure House. These four-level skills are the mechanism armorers created in a new way based on the Taoist magic of inviting gods.
Knowing that he could not delay any longer, Pang Hu raised Wang Chunfu, who was in pain and covered in soybean sweat, and holding a single sword tightly in his other hand, he suddenly charged forward, forcing Zuo Pu to retreat step by step.
After all, he is the fourth-level governor of the Southern Wu Insect Catching Division, a solid vajra warrior, whose state and every move are extremely hard.
Shen Li breathes slowly to mobilize the energy in his body.
The insect-catchers who were hit by Revlon did not need his help, and were all killed by the fourth-level meritorious officers.
He was not worried about Pang Hu taking Wang Chunfu and escaping on horseback. He had tampered with the horse grass just now when he was feeding the horses. At this moment, the horses were dying one after another.
Without a fast horse, how can a fourth-grade vajra warrior carry an old man with no strength to escape for his life?
Zuo Pu looked at the machine armor man who had finished killing the insect-catchers and asked curiously: "The fourth level of merit is a long-lost machine skill of our Taoist school. Why do you know how to make it?"
Shen Li didn't answer.
Pang Hu couldn't find a good and fast horse, so he put Wang Chunfu down and gritted his teeth: "Little boy, today I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives."
The woman who had sneaked into Wuyidu rushed out of the water, her clothes clinging to her delicate body, showing off her graceful figure and half of her face that was terrifying.
She noticed that there was a looming air force in the water, so she went into the water and searched around, but found nothing. There was no master who secretly protected Wang Chunfu.
Zuo Pu chuckled and said confidently: "Here he comes."
Everyone present felt a majestic energy rushing through the lightning and flint.
She sighed quietly and took the lead in looking towards the mountains and forests to the north...
The monk, with his breasts exposed, was carrying a lifeless corpse.
"The poor monk Hengwu of Woxia Temple is here to escort Mr. Wang, the Minister of Rites."
