On the warships of Yu Wenhua and Zhuo Li, they looked at both sides of the canal.
At this time, it was still dark, and in the light of the warships, the stars and moonlight in the sky were a little dim, as if they were showing the rise of his Yuwen Clan.
Yu Wenhuaji is about thirty years old. He is tall and thin, with slender hands and feet, an ancient face and a cold expression. A pair of eyes are deep and shining, giving people a shocking courage.
Standing behind him was his confidant Zhang Shihe, who was smiling respectfully at this moment: "We will arrive in Jiangdu before dawn. If the manager can obtain the "Secret of Immortality" during this trip and present it to the Holy One, it will be a great achievement."
Yu Wenhuaji showed a smile and said with a smile: "The emperor is currently obsessed with the Taoist art of immortality. This is really ridiculous. If there is a true art of immortality in heaven and earth, there should be immortal people long ago. Looking at it, In ancient and modern times, none of the so-called Taoist sages have escaped death. If this book was not woven with black gold threads and is impervious to water and fire, we could just find someone to make a fake copy and get away with it."
Zhang Shihe said with a smile: "The Holy One ordered people to search for many years, but it was not until three days ago that he learned that this book was in the hands of Shi Long, the number one master in Yangzhou. Shi Long may still be dreaming of 'immortality', but he doesn't know that his death has come. !”
Yu Wenhuaji nodded slightly, but softly recited the word "Miaoyun" in his mouth.
Zhang Shihe whispered: "The manager is thinking of the magic sword 'Miaoyun'?"
Yu Wenhuaji said slowly: "Do you know the meaning of that knife?"
Zhang Shihe pondered for a moment and said softly: "It is said that as long as you get the magic sword, you can command the devil. The so-called devil is that..."
Yu Wenhuaji said: "Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders!"
Zhang Shihe hesitated and said: "The 'Eighteen Riders of Yanyun' are really as scary as the rumors?"
Yu Wenhuaji murmured: "As fast as the wind, as plundering as fire, not even a blade of grass grows where it passes; with strong bows and scimitars, cold clothes and silver spears, with a small number, we can defeat many, and we are invincible."
After saying this, the blood in his body seemed to boil immediately.
Yu Wenhuaji said in a deep voice: "No matter who gets the magic sword, if there are gods and demons to help, and if there are 'Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun' as an army, then anyone can become the overlord of one party."
Zhang Shihe's eyes flashed and he asked: "But according to what my subordinates know, the magic sword 'Miaoyun' has been lost thirty years ago."
Yu Wenhuaji said: "The magic sword has been lost, and the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun have not shown a trace for thirty years. But recently, there are rumors that the 'Miaoyun' magic sword is in Yang Gong's treasury."
Zhang Shihe said in surprise: "Is the sword really in Duke Yang's treasure house?"
Yu Wenhuaji sneered: "Absolutely impossible!"
Zhang Shihe said: "Does the manager know where the knife is?"
Yu Wenhuaji sighed: "I'm afraid no one in the world knows where the sword is except for the 'Evil King' Shi Zhixuan."
Since more than two hundred years ago, the legend of the "Miaoyun" sword that can command the "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun" has been passed down to this day, and the Miaoyun sword has always been held by the city lord of the first city in the world.
If only Shi Zhixuan knew where the sword was, wouldn't it mean that Shi Zhixuan was the lord of the First City?
Yu Wenhuaji glanced at Zhang Shihe and said calmly: "It seems that you have also guessed that thirty years ago, someone leaked the identity of Shi Zhixuan City Lord, so that Shi Zhixuan was dismissed as soon as he took up the position of Huangcheng City Lord. The two gates of Buddhism and Taoism attack.”
Zhang Shihe frowned and said, "But since he has the magic sword in his hand, he never..."
Yu Wenhuaji said calmly: "Don't forget that the Turkic army invaded Jizhou thirty years ago."
Zhang Shihe understood. He understood that it was at this time that Buddhism and Taoism took advantage of the opportunity to seize the sword!
The sky is getting brighter, a ray of morning light is falling from the east, and the warship is slowly docking.
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The city gate of Yangzhou opened at Mao hour, and at that moment, the whole Yangzhou gradually became lively.
Businessmen and travelers rushed to enter the city, and they were also among the crowd.
Since Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, came to the throne and connected the south to the north, he had the Grand Canal dug to connect the north and south. Since then, Yangzhou City has become prosperous. Although it cannot be compared with the deserted city, it can be said to have gathered merchants from all over the world.
The streets were crowded with people, and the crowds were flowing in an endless stream. The purpose of this trip was naturally the secret of longevity.
If the ordinary martial arts techniques are no longer attractive to his eyes, the four great books are also worth reading.
The Heavenly Demon Strategy is already familiar to him. If he adds the Secret of Immortality, he can get two of the four great books. Unfortunately, there is a "Mobile Palace" deep underground in the "War Temple". Even if he uses astrology to deduce it, he can't find it. Accurate position.
Unless the "Temple of War" happened to appear near him, even he would never find the "Illustration of the God of War".
The atmosphere in Yangzhou City is a bit weird today. There are many imperial guards outside the city.
It was during the morning meal period, and the food stall at the south gate was crowded with people.
Waves of fragrance came, and the mink suddenly disappeared.
Lao Feng's vegetable and meat buns are the most famous at the food stalls in Nanmen. Because Lao Feng's concubine Zhensao is so beautiful, she attracts a lot of business.
Sister-in-law Zhen was so busy that she was sweating. Suddenly, a white shadow moved, and a small snow-white beast suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
The little beast was standing on top of a cage of steamed buns. Sister-in-law Zhen was stunned for a moment as she looked at it.
The little beast stared at her with its bright little eyes, and then as if it didn't care, it turned its furry little head and sniffed the buns with its scarlet nose.
Sister-in-law Zhen was still in a daze. Seeing this little guy who was not afraid of strangers and didn't care about others, she was surprised and loved at the same time.
Then, she watched helplessly as the little guy held a meat bun and started to chew it.
The little beast didn't look big, but it gnawed at an astonishing speed. It ate one bun in the blink of an eye, and it seemed not satisfied yet, so it grabbed another one with its two paws.
Everyone looked at it, dumbfounded. Sister-in-law Zhen couldn't help but want to catch it, only to hear an angry shout: "What a little beast, how dare you come here to steal food."
A thick and big hand stretched out and grabbed the mink first.
Seeing this scene, Sister Zhen didn't want this cute little guy to be caught by Old Feng, but she didn't dare to say anything to save it, so she was secretly worried.
Unexpectedly, this little beast was very nimble. Old Feng not only missed it when he grabbed it, but also the little beast used its arms to jump up.
Others saw him waving his hands rapidly, scratching and beating his body everywhere. The little beast kept wandering around, running around on his back, chest, face, and neck at extremely fast speeds. He couldn't catch it no matter what. to it.
Sister-in-law Zhen couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the bystanders burst into laughter.
Suddenly a white shadow flashed, and the little beast jumped up, stepped on everyone's heads and escaped.
Lao Feng's face turned red with anger, he picked up a wooden stick beside him and pushed away the crowd to chase after him, but Sister Zhen couldn't help but follow him.
There were many pedestrians on the avenue, walking leisurely and leisurely on the street. The mink also returned to his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye he swallowed the meat and vegetable buns he had caught.
"Okay, you little thief asked this beast to steal food."
The one coming towards Ranzhi was none other than Old Feng, who was five big and three thick, with a sinister look on his face.
He raised a wooden stick as thick as his arm and struck it straight at the person's head.
