The Lord who use immortals as food

However, after Pei Ye said this, he did not pick up the riding whip and turned around to walk back.

"Eh?" Xie Chuantang was confused.

"I'll call Yan Feiqing." Pei Ye said seriously.

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Xie Chuantang put the riding crop into his hand: "The higher ups said no, just let me call you."

Then walked forward.

Pei Ye stared and followed behind: "Which one is up?"

Xie Chuantang was silent for a moment and tilted his head: "I still want to ask you. Do you recognize this 'Tongjun'?"

"Um?"

The two came to the stables, and Xie Chuantang led him a very handsome horse: "Yesterday, when I got the news about this ship, I reported it to Mr. Di. At that time, the ship had already left the capital, so Mr. Di contacted this person. 'Tongjun' - these two horses were delivered that night."

"Purebred Linxue, this kind of horse can run four hundred miles in one hour."

Pei Ye looked and saw that he was not completely unfamiliar with this kind of horse. He had ridden similar chariots when he was in Shaolong Mansion and knew that they were called "Xian Shouzi". But the blood of the two white horses was diluted in their bodies, and they had a majestic demeanor. The two horses were much more handsome, with scales at the corners of their eyes and square hooves, quite like riding the wind.

"My hands are a little nervous. It seems that 'Tong Jun' said he could call you." Xie Chuantang got on his horse and handed him a thick envelope, "You asked me to give it to you."

Pei Ye took it over, and Xie Chuantang continued: "I don't know what other arrangements there are, and there is no time for us to plan it in detail now. The ship seemed to have received news the day before yesterday. It was obviously full of sails in the past two days and was moving very fast. Along the way The dock has not stopped at all. Regardless of the reality, our top priority is to catch it first.”

"Oh, that's right." Pei Ye turned his head and looked at the horse in front of him. It was indeed a precious colt. He accepted the note and jumped up, "I believe Mr. Tong's words. In that case, let's leave it true for the time being. Just rely on my left arm."

Walking out of the west gate of Chang'an City, you will see tall willows on the road and light clouds in the sky. Once you leave the bustling city, the sparseness of early winter unfolds before your eyes.

The endless stream of pedestrians of all kinds cannot fill the emptiness of the post-autumn earth. Looking from a high altitude, they are just like ants gathering in an ant nest. The two riders galloped out of the side door and after galloping along the road for a while, a vast and gentle river emerged from the field of vision.

Xie Chuantang reined in his horse slightly, and the two horses drew a large arc parallel to the river, their cheeks feeling the cool wind blowing from the river.

"This is the main trunk of the Feng River. The Cao Canal flows out to the west and merges into this river." Xie Chuantang amplified his voice, "Further forward, the river will merge into the Wei River, and along the Wei River to the end, there is the Yellow River. "

Pei Ye raised his eyes and looked up. This was his first time in this so-called Gyeonggi Province. There were villages and towns by the river, boats on the river, and the morning sun was driving away the morning fog, illuminating the river surface with bright ripples.

"It has been raining and windless for the past two days. The boat is moving slowly. It just passed Fenglingdu the day before yesterday. We have to rush for a day and we should be able to catch up between tonight and tomorrow morning."

Pei Ye nodded, the wind whistling past his ears, he leaned down and urged the horse again. This horse is quite arrogant, and if it weren't for the black cat on its shoulders, it would probably be a bit tiring to ride.

After galloping along the Feng River for half an hour, a river with a gentler flow and a wider water surface came into view. The Wei River has been linked to the life of Chang'an for thousands of years. After passing the entire Wei River, the thousands of miles of the Yellow River spread out. In front of them, the distant Tianzi City was completely left behind by them.

In the afternoon, the two stopped at a small ferry to eat a bowl of noodles. Drinking the noodle soup, Pei Ye opened the letter that was obviously from Xu Chuo.

Inside was a piece of letter paper and another smaller envelope.

"I shouldn't disturb your rest, but after all, everything is unpredictable, and I'm not afraid of being found out by you.

The smuggling incident on the bottom of the ship was a bit unexpected, but it seemed to suddenly connect to some threads that I hadn't thought of in other places. In short, this matter is quite critical. I think I'd like you to go there again and stop this ship. Check it out and bring back the clues. Di Jiu said that Xie Chuantang was very skilled and could be relied upon in times of crisis. You and her would be your partners.

You can deal with it on your own within the Pulse Realm, and don't worry about Xuanmen. The danger of this trip shouldn't be great, but you are needed, so I can rest assured.

I have urgently searched for some information from Xianrentai, and I am attaching it to this page.

May. "

Pei Ye squinted at the letter, drank the last soup, put it away and wiped his mouth with a cloth.

On the opposite side, Xie Chuantang had re-scarred his sword and looked up.

"This ship is not an official ship, nor is it a Taiping Cao ship." Pei Ye put a few pennies on the table.

Xie Chuantang frowned, but Pei Ye closed the document, thoughtfully.

If it weren't for the original goal of "Prince Yan's Mansion", from the prison to the Liguan to the Taiping Cao and now, these three words would have been almost invisible in the whole thing. Above the Liguan is the Taiping Cao, and above the Taiping Cao are Huanlou and Yu Sicheng. They are the enemies facing them now.

Even now, the ship is still not directly controlled by the Taiping Cao Gang. The Yan Palace has handed over all interests and power, so it has disappeared. Under the cover of this huge network of interests, I don’t know what is going on.

But fortunately, what I am pursuing now is this lower line.

"That's it?" Xie Chuantang looked at him.

"The owner of this ship calls it Fengshuiwu."

"Fengshui dock sailing! Please stay out of the way!"

A shout in the dim light of day alarmed the dogs, donkeys, horses and cattle at the ferry. Passengers on the morning ferry stood on the bow of the boat and turned their heads to look. In the thin morning mist on the river, a tall boat silhouette sailed over from the center of the river.

"It's too early to sail, these big businessmen don't think they can make enough money." The boatman muttered hoarsely, took the oar and turned, the covered boat turned half a circle, and then turned back to the middle of the river.

The passenger turned back and was anxious: "Hey, if we work harder, we can pass it?"

"This big thing is coming, we will be sucked back if we pass it." The boatman paddled back slowly, and his voice was also slow, "People live for decades, why are you in such a hurry."

Yangjiadu is a ferry crossing on the Yellow River. It fishes and farms to entertain travelers and supports the livelihoods of thousands of people. There are early travelers in the morning, so there are naturally early boatmen. It always takes time to start a big ship. There is no town here, and there are indeed few such ships passing by at this time.

The boatman came back from paddling and saw that the noodle stall on the shore was also boiling the first pot of water. He sent a strainer of noodles down, and the white hot steam rushed into the cold and dark air.

"I'm not in a hurry. It's okay for you to get closer!"

The ferryman turned out to be young. He was probably still a teenager without taking off his bamboo hat. He was wearing coarse cloth clothes and a pair of mud-soled boots. There were faint pockmarks on the lower half of his face. Although he was crossing the river, his eyes were not looking at the other side, but staring at the big ship coming in the mist with pursed lips. It was hard to tell whether his expression was anxious or nervous.

"It will break if it is scratched, and it will sink if it is hit." The boatman said leisurely, "They are all big gangs. There are 17 docks in the 300-li Fengshui River, all of which are run by them. If there is a misunderstanding, it will be fatal. I see that you also carry a sword. Do you know what is going on in the rivers and lakes?"

"There are things happening in the rivers and lakes every day."

"That's right. Ninety percent of the things are big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp. I heard that the whole gang in the Fengshui docks is tense recently. At this time, you have to stay away." The old boatman seemed to be oblivious. He muttered and paddled, and the boat floated a little closer to the shore.

The ferryman grabbed his oar: "Oh, that's enough! Don't go back!"

The old boatman was startled, looked at his anxious expression suspiciously, and tilted his head to look at the big boat coming: ".Young man, what do you want to do?"

". What do you want to do?" The ferryman quickly let go and pressed his hat, "Well, I'll give you two taels of silver, and let me drive your boat first."

The old boatman was even more surprised: "Young man, please get off quickly, I will double your money for this business."

The boat was getting closer and closer, as tall as a building built on the river. Niu Shaoyi tilted his head to look, and at this time he understood why it was so far away, and even when the huge shadow fell, he subconsciously wanted to urge the boatman to the shore again.

As they got closer, a tall figure was seen standing on the bow of the boat in the dim light, with his clothes fluttering and a wide knife standing beside him.

Niu Shaoyi's heart suddenly clenched, and his body could not help but stiffen.

【Black Cloud on the River】Chen Renzhong.

He had actually heard of the name of Fengshuiwu. The boatman said it was a big gang in the underworld, which was true, but it was not that simple. It was half a water escort agency and half a north-south chamber of commerce. Such a big gang at the foot of Tianzi City always had some connections with the above, and was even controlled by others. It was difficult for outsiders to know the depth of it.

Chen Renzhong was a person standing in the front, and he was also well-known in this 500-li water system. As long as you make a living on Fengshui, you will always recognize the figure of this knife. He spends more than ten months a year on the water, following the route of "Nanjinfeng" to travel north and south, and is the real confidant of the owner of the wharf.

For the two teenagers wandering in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, this is an absolutely dangerous behemoth.

They should never approach such a real underworld with a weak body and a broken dagger. But who made him and Xiao Zhang brothers?

Niu Shaoyi looked at the big ship getting closer and closer, his palms sweating, his eyes constantly wandering on the water surface it passed, hoping that a head would suddenly pop up.

However, the old boatman kept driving beside him, and the huge ship in the middle of the river was getting closer and closer. The agreed time had clearly passed half a minute.

It was at this moment that two crisp hoof sounds broke the tranquility of the stone road.

Two handsome and beautiful horses galloped out from the mist, a handsome and cold-looking woman in police uniform, with black eyebrows and black pupils; a younger boy, carrying a single sword wrapped in cloth, with a black cat lying steadily on his shoulder.

In the middle of the river, a huge ship like a high wall was slowly passing by.

The woman tilted her head and looked, her eyes stopped on the small boat: "Old man, please take the boat to the middle of the river."

The boy turned over and got off the horse, tied the two horses casually to the tree by the lake, and the old boatman had not yet responded, and he had already looked at the middle of the river. Then, in Niu Shaoyi's astonished eyes, the divine eagle held the sword and flew up like a wild goose. Its body turned gently in the air, and it had already passed through the water surface of several dozen feet. Like a kite in the wind, it spread its clothes and landed directly on the deck of the "Nanjinfeng".

Niu Shaoyi saw Chen Renzhong at the bow suddenly turned his head, and the big knife was also tilted towards the young man. At the same time, the small boat made a slight sound, and the woman had stood on the boat awning, raised her hand and issued an order, and her clear voice spread across the river: "Xie Chuantang, the constable of Jingzhao Prefecture, is now ordered to inspect your boat and lower the sail immediately for questioning!"

Then she bowed her head and signaled the boatman. The old man's mouth seemed to be glued at this time, and he didn't say a single witty word. He took the oar and pushed hard, and the boat went to the center of the river.

After a while, the distance was almost the same, and the woman also jumped up and landed lightly on the deck of the big ship.

As the two rice-sized figures landed, the big ship actually slowly lowered the sail and began to slow down.

At this time, a gray-clothed figure walked over from the deserted street to the noodle stall next to him with steam rising from it.

He was tall and straight, with a long sword on his back, his boots stained with mud, his hems covered with morning dew, and a bamboo hat on his head, revealing only his angular chin. He looked like an ordinary passerby by the river in winter.

"Auntie, please give me a bowl of meat noodle soup." The white breath he exhaled rose and dissipated in the air. He took off his long sword and threw it on the table with a clang, lifted his hem and sat on the cold stool, becoming its first guest of the day.

On the river behind him, the tall figure standing with a sword on the bow also disappeared. In the dim light, this large ship, which had few lights, was somewhat frighteningly quiet. I wonder what was happening inside.