Great Blue Night Watchman

After getting on the boat, Lin Su was surprised. This boat also had the word "香" on it.

Baixiang Tower not only dominates various waterways in Da Cang, but also in Dachuan Kingdom.

Although they were only laying out a commercial territory, Lin Su was still excited by this courage. However, Baixianglou was not his enemy and was even inextricably related to him. He knew that Ding Hai's Haining Tower belonged to Baixiang Tower, Ding Hai himself belonged to Baixiang Tower, and his dark night treasure also belonged to Baixiang Tower.

In the early stage, Baixianglou accepted his commission and helped him find people all over the world.

The business model of Baixianglou is the same all over the world.

Hundreds of identical rooms on board are sold at different prices, fully demonstrating the commercial essence of "tiered pricing". Lin Su didn't care about money, so he threw ten taels of silver over and asked for two adjacent rooms.

A little maid twisted her hips and led him into one of the rooms.

Another maid with a willow waist brought the little saint Mengzhu into another room.

The rooms are adjacent to each other, and the corridor outside on the side of the river is generally connected. There is only a partition in the middle. The little saint entered the room and went to the balcony outside. She happily stretched out her head and lay on the edge of the boat, looking at Lin. Su giggled: "You invite me to take a boat ride, and I'll treat you to a drink. Here..."

Hand him a small wine jar.

Lin Su's first impression was that this wine jar was quite beautiful. It probably weighed three kilograms, with a crooked neck and a big belly. He had rarely seen wine jars of this shape. This kind of wine jar could not hold much wine, and it was relatively small. Taking up space should be a luxury item in wine, not a practical item.

"This is the latest top-notch Fiery Immortal Brew from the Demon Clan. A bottle costs ten taels of silver. I'm not taking advantage of you," said the little saint.

Top-notch fire fairy brew?

Where is the top?

Lin Su uncorked the bottle and smelled the smell of wine.

Pour it into the porcelain cup on the table. It is red, free of impurities, and in excellent condition.

Taste it, it's sweet, sour, and the alcohol content is about 20 degrees.

Isn’t this just wine?

Almost the same as the wine he once drank in modern society.

Lin Su couldn't help feeling that what a philosopher said was still right: a butterfly flapping its wings on the east coast will spin up a tornado on the west coast.

Some things will trigger a chain reaction.

The same goes for wine.

The wine of the demon tribe originally followed the path of spirits. When the world was playing with low-alcohol wine, it increased the alcohol content of the wine to an incredible level. It became famous for its "strongness" and responded to the needs of men, occupying the top of the wine.

Baiyunbian emerged from the sky, stronger, more mellow and more fragrant than the Lihuo Liquor. It was knocked off the altar.

Moreover, it has lost the direction of its efforts, because the hottest grade A temperature in Baiyun is already 53 degrees. How can you go towards a more intense path? First, there are congenital technical defects. It is impossible for them to raise the alcohol content to above 53 degrees without distillation. Even if they can raise it, the wine that is infinitely close to alcohol may not be drinkable by humans.

Therefore, Yaozu changed its strategy. Instead of making a fuss about the word "marty", it repositioned its target group.

It targets women.

We don’t pursue elegance, but pursue elegance. We make a fuss about the packaging and the appearance of the wine. It doesn’t matter whether this move draws on the marketing strategy of Linjia Perfume. The key is that it is successful.

The fact that such a small jar of wine was sold for ten taels of silver is proof of this.

Therefore, the demon clan also has experts, oh, no, high demons.

"That cup of yours doesn't work! To drink this fairy brew, you need the fairy brew's exclusive luminous cup!" With a cry, the little saint crossed the thin boundary between the two ships and came to his side, holding two cups in her hands.

Made of crystal, the whole body is transparent. The wine is poured into it, and the beauty is endless. A few lines of poetry are reflected in the cup: "The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, Qingzheng will urge you immediately. Jun Mo laughs when he is drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times." "This poem is engraved on the cup. When there is no water in the cup, it is almost invisible. With water, the poem can be seen."

Lin Su gently shook the crystal cup, looking a little confused at the familiar poem: "The luminous cup exclusive to the fairy brew is also engraved with a poem. Does this poem have anything to do with the demon clan? Is it exclusive to them?"

"Whatever..." the little saint held up the wine glass: "Don't you think using this glass to drink such a beautiful wine, corresponding to such a beautiful poem, is the highest level of drinking? By the way, this glass is the most expensive. I spent money on the wine. Ten taels of silver, these two cups cost one hundred taels, this one in your hand is given to you..."

Lin Su was basically speechless...

The demon clan is not only tall, but also very demonic...

This is called bundling...

What the wine seller sells is not wine, but elegance and high-end.

Buying his wine would not be complete without buying his glass.

And this cup is ten times the price of the wine.

They play with the pricing rules of modern luxury goods...

"Why did you give me so many things?" Lin Su looked at the little saint a little confused.

The little saint told him seriously: "You have a pure nature, and you must have suffered a lot in the past few years, but I want to tell you that people with a pure nature are still rewarded. Don't lose money because of temporary setbacks." True intention."

"Don't worry!" Lin Su patted her chest: "I will never lose my true feelings. What I was before will definitely remain the same in the future... Well, you give me a bunch of things, and I get the same thing in return."

He picked up a small bottle and handed it to the little saint.

The little saint picked it up and said: "I've just woken up. I've smoked my embroidered silk clothes and washed myself. I'm ready for everything. The east wind blows lightly in the Chuiyang Courtyard. Who knows what's going on in the spring... Wow, this is the latest Spring Hate perfume. It's also beautiful." It didn’t flow into Okawa Country at all…”

Her cry was probably a little penetrating.

A person next to Lin Su stepped onto the balcony near the river. His eyes fell this way. Lin Su raised his eyes as if telepathic...

For an instant, Lin Su was stunned.

Yuan Ji!

It's her!

I haven’t seen her for half a year, but she is still as graceful as she was under the starlight of Da Cang Mountain in the past, still like the stars quietly falling in the world, as noble as a fairy, as blurry as a dream, as gentle as the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, as she wrote on the page of the book Poetry: Half a cup of incense is like my fragrance...

Yuan Ji obviously also saw Lin Su. As soon as her eyes came into contact with Lin Su's eyes, a ripple suddenly appeared in her eyes...

But this process may only take a tenth of a second...

Then, she retracted.

A single glance stirred up thousands of waves, but she didn't care about the flood behind that glance.

Lin Su turned a deaf ear to what the little saint said, and drank up the small jar of wine, leaving the glass from which he drank. The little saint returned to her room.

It was quiet, everything was quiet, but Lin Su's heart was not quiet.

"Hi!" A voice penetrated the thin ship plank and covered Yuan Ji's position. It was the kind of sound transmitted by true energy that could not be heard by outsiders.

Yuan Ji's slightly closed eyes opened silently.

"Farewell to Da Cang Mountain, how are you?"

Yuan Ji's eyes were like a wave of spring tide, which disappeared without a trace.

"We have said that if we meet again, we will become strangers. The basic guiding principle is not to pursue it deliberately, and it does not include the fate of God, right? This meeting, God testifies, I really did not mean it, it was purely fate. Arrangements, even if fate has arranged them, why not pretend not to know each other?"

Yuan Ji bit her lips gently, but remained silent.

"Okay, okay, little girl, you are very stubborn, let's just say we are strangers. By the way, I just did you a favor and became your junior brother for a while..."

There was a trace of doubt in Yuan Ji's eyes, should I take advantage of Junior Brother? Is it to take advantage? Do they have a way of equating "Xiangong" and "junior brother" with the same meaning?

If so, it's easy to understand. He did act as her cheap husband, but there shouldn't be such a saying anywhere, otherwise wouldn't the sect be in chaos?

What does this mean?

She wanted to ask, but she also knew that this little villain wanted her to ask. As soon as she started talking to him, it would no longer be like strangers. Next, many things might change. I Don't speak.

She didn't say anything, but Lin Su said enough: "Have you ever offended someone from the Chun Shui Sect? A bunch of high-level elders are looking for you. They probably smelled you on me, so they stopped me and wanted to get rid of you." I got your information. I have long seen through their plot and tricked them into going to the capital to find some kind of Shunfeng residence. Don’t worry, they won’t even think about it. I, a person who seems to have a pure nature, is actually a troublemaker. stick……"

Yuan Ji's eyes quietly showed a hint of white eyes, and she rolled her eyes in this direction...

Still silent.

Lin Su performed a lot, but there was no response at all...

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tease you anymore!" Lin Su surrendered: "Everyone I meet by chance has a bottle of the new perfume this year, and you naturally have it too. I'll put it by the window, you can take it yourself. I'm going out to play..."

Hanging a bag on the balcony facing the river, he opened the cabin door and went out to the deck outside.

It was quiet outside on the deck.

Because it's still night.

It's the twelfth day of July, and the moon is already eight-quarters full.

On both sides of the Lijiang River, the green mountains are as green as black, and the turquoise Lijiang River has a unique charm under the moonlight.

A faint fragrance came from behind, it was Chunhen, Lin Su's heart skipped a beat, was it her? She accepted his spring hatred and came out to meet him?

No, the person who came was a little saint. She wrinkled her nose gently under the bright moon: "Hey, I used the perfume you gave me."

"Smell it!"

"Do you also like to look at the moon? I like it too. My mother also recited poems to the moon. The willows swaying against the east wall are sad in the night wind. When the shadow of the moon enters the building, no one comes back... It was written by my father!"

Depend on! Lin Su stared at her for about five seconds.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" The little saint didn't understand.

"Ahem... let's explore a possibility, don't get mad..." Lin Su said: "Do you think it's possible for your mother to not give up her obsession with 'revenge' against your father?"

The little saint was speechless and sighed softly: "Actually, my sister and I have been persuading my mother not to seek revenge from my father. It is not easy for my father. After all, he is an official of the imperial court and has a wife at home. In his position, one must pay attention to the influence, and it is not good if he is too closely connected with Jianghu..."

Her father is the Minister of War of Okawa Kingdom.

The Ministry of War, unlike other ministries, is related to the security of the country. Therefore, the people in the Ministry of War have pure social relations. If the minister of the Ministry of War, a third-rank senior official, is associated with a large sect and establishes a close relationship, the emperor will not feel at ease. Yes, this is probably the reason why her father is unwilling to divorce his first wife and marry the leader of Yunxi Sect.

Probably it was because the sect leader understood his difficulties that he did not use a sword to deal with him, but took revenge in another way...

Suddenly, the sky suddenly lit up, and a sword light flashed across the sky.

This sword light was extremely sharp, as if it cut the night sky in half with one sword.

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat. The power of this sword was extraordinary. Who was he?

Another sword light rose up and clashed with the sword light. The water of the Li River seemed to be divided into countless pieces at once. The ship was violently turbulent. Countless people came out of the cabin. An old man in black stepped onto the top of the highest sail with one step and positioned himself with one foot. The turmoil of the big ship disappeared, and the old man raised his eyes and looked at the horizon.

Swords and swords clashed across the sky, and the fight became more intense. The moonlight disappeared, and it seemed that this moment was full of murderous intent.

The two figures quickly approached in sight, and the swords once again had an earth-shattering collision. The two were separated, and one fell into the Li River, spilling blood in the river. The other laughed loudly: "Thunder Fury, I will destroy your cultivation today. It's just Xiao Jie. If you dare to speak out loud again in the future, I, Li Xingkong, will still destroy you no matter how far away you are!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed his hand at the sky and turned into a stream of light that went straight into the sky.

At this moment of elegance, the whole ship was completely silent.

After a long time, one person let out a long breath: "Thunder Wrath of the Heavenly Thunder Sect? The ninety-third master on the Lingyun Ranking is just like this?"

"Speaking of which, the Tianlei Sect is really memorized. The Thirteen Styles of Heavenly Thunder swept across the Southern Territory a hundred years ago. It was so majestic. However, it was difficult for the descendants to pass on the talent without talent. Finally, they had a thunder and anger, activated the bloodline of their ancestors, and were about to rise in the world. , but fell into the hands of Li Xingkong again."

"So what about talent? A genius who has not grown up is only a thin line away from being useless, not to mention a so-called genius who does not understand current affairs." Another person said: "You can just pay back when you offend others, but you actually offend Li Xingkong, Li Xingkong is The royal genius."

A person next to him said: "How did I hear that their grudges were completely groundless? The real reason is that the Thirteen Heavenly Thunder Styles can shake the royal family's dragon veins. The royal family does not want to see the Thirteenth Heavenly Thunder Styles reappear in the world."

"Brother, this is a taboo thing to say. Go back to your room quickly..."

When it comes to royal taboos, people in the world also avoid it...

Lin Su looked at the little saint, who pulled him and returned to his room.

During the long night, the little saint told him some stories about Dachuan Kingdom, focusing on the Tianlei Sect that Lin Su was more interested in...

Tianleizong was founded by Wu Zhuandao, the ancestor of the Lei family.

The Lei family was originally a general. Eight hundred years ago, he relied on the Thirteen Styles of Heavenly Thunder to defeat the four kingdoms. However, his achievements shocked the master. The royal family wanted to destroy the Lei family for the crime of rebellion. The master of the family was also one of the most talented and strategists. After learning the news in advance, he simply gave up his three hundred years of inheritance and led the Lei family to retreat into the secret realm of Lei Pond.

There, the Lei family changed rapidly, evolving from a general to a sect. When they went out to fight, their skills shocked the world.

However, people from the Tianlei Sect were eventually tabooed by the royal family.

Therefore, the people of the Tianlei Sect have a rule that only one person can come out of the mountain in each generation. This person who comes out of the mountain is called "Thunder Fire" and cannot be held by geniuses without great perseverance.

The "Thunder Fire" of this generation is Thunder Fury.