The Lord who use immortals as food

The deck of the big ship was as flat as a square. The two people leaped up, and the first thing they felt was silence.

The boatmen who were moving the cables and steering the rudders cast their eyes on them and slowly stopped their work. The strong bones were vaguely bulging in the morning wind. Pei Li glanced at them and found that almost everyone had them on their waist or at hand. Sword with handle.

"Thank you for your appearance, Captain." Chen Renzhong dragged the broad knife over and walked over, his hard face tanned to a bronze color, "I don't know why you are here?"

He said these words very slowly, just like his steps. And on this huge ship, more and more eyes were cast on it. In the dim morning mist and the river, they were indeed the only ones here with two swords.

"We suspect that your ship is transporting prohibited items, so we will immediately lower the sails for investigation." Xie Chuantang gave him another order, his words still as cold as his eyes.

Chen Renzhong was silent for a moment, his expression unchanged. In the silence, he slowly raised his hand and said: "Listen to your order, lower the sail."

The full sail slowly lowered, Pei Ye and Xie Chuantang looked at each other, turned around and headed for the cargo warehouse below the deck. Xie Chuantang signaled to Chen Renzhong, and the man walked in front of her silently.

"What we carry is all purchased from the Central Plains and shipped to the South China Sea for sale." Chen Renzhong asked Xie to enter the house. The thick walls blocked out the morning breeze, leaving only silence. "Fengshuiwu has been under the emperor's city for twenty years. The arresting officer said that the food on the water was forbidden, so I’m afraid there was a misunderstanding.”

"If you are not modest, why are the sails full of sails these days?"

Chen Renzhong is a famous big bowman on the Fengshui River. He has entered the eighth life many years ago. To take the head of a sixth-life young girl at this distance will definitely not require the fourth move. But Xie Chuantang didn't seem to know this, or maybe he was really brave. In short, her eyes looked directly at Chen Renzhong's face.

"Sir, you are joking. The cargo on the ship has a deadline. It was raining and there was no wind a few days ago, so we were moving slowly. Now that the weather is better, we have to catch up on the lost journey." Chen Renzhong took out the list and handed it to Xie Chuantang, with a deep voice, " All one hundred and forty-nine items of merchandise for this trip are here, please take a look."

Pei Ye followed the sailor down the deck and down the stairs. Once the hatch above his head was closed, the only light source was candles.

The cabin is filled with moisture and body odor, and the boatmen here are a bit more mixed. Many of them work as laborers, with their bare feet tied with turbans and no swords. The people in Fengshuiwu all wore shirts with tight cuffs, and they mixed with the laborers and leaned on the sacks. There was no clear distinction between them.

When Pei Ye walked down, he was met with that silent gaze again, his pupils shining brightly in the darkness.

The person who led Pei Ye down was a younger man named Chen Yingfeng. His face was also weathered and his face was somewhat similar to Chen Renzhong's: "Young hero, whatever you want to check, you can take it apart one by one."

The entrance to this floor is rows of neat shelves, and looking outside the warehouse is where the boatmen live and work.

Pei Ye looked away and shook his head: "Go down."

The light source on the second layer is more concentrated towards the candles, and the figures are more vague. The space here is very large, and the goods are stacked high.

Pei Ye walked around twice and raised his hand to indicate to continue downward.

Chen Yingfeng was silent for a moment and walked down the third floor.

There were no lights at all on the third floor. Chen Yingfeng lit it himself. The faint light could reflect the corners of some stone slabs. They were heavy, dark, and rough, with almost no place to stand. The musty smell of no ventilation wafted into his mouth and nose. It can be seen that even on this ship, few people come here.

Pei Ye just stood in front of the door, as if there was nothing that aroused his interest.

"On the first floor are some treasures and treasures, all tied securely on the shelves." In the cabin, Chen Renzhong did not have any emotions because of the woman's pressure. He poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Xie Chuantang's hand, while he leaned on it The wall is not seated.

Xie Chuantang didn't touch it. He lowered his eyes and skipped each item on the list.

"The first forty-eight types are all of this type." Chen Renzhong said in a deep voice, "The jade and porcelain made by craftsmen from the Central Plains can always be sold at a good price in the south."

Mentioning "the south" seemed to make him relax, and there was a look of nostalgia on his face, but he had restrained it when he spoke again: "The second floor is the specialties of the north and west, including silk, wood carvings, and medicinal teas. There are sixty-six kinds in total. There are also some grain and vegetable seeds, but they are afraid of rain and lake vapor, so I don’t have much of them.”

Xie Chuantang inspected it in silence.

"The third layer contains raw materials that are not available in the south, such as wood and minerals. They are all heavy objects." Chen Renzhong tapped the big knife beside him with his fingers, but looked out the window. "That's what's on the paper. Nothing to see."

Xie Chuantang closed the list: "What about the ones that were not written down on the paper?"

“What’s not written down on paper, doesn’t exist.”

"These things are just over half of your carrying capacity."

"Gold and silver are much softer, that's it." Chen Ren leaned heavily on the wall, his body like a bear and tiger seemed to be very relaxed, "Captain Xie doesn't know much about business - we spend all the money on every trip, but It’s not necessarily about filling the boat.”

"How much is your principal for this trip?"

"One thousand eight hundred and seventy taels of silver."

Xie Chuantang read it quietly for a moment and said softly, "It's exactly the same."

"nature."

"The third floor has passed. Is there nothing you want to check?"

Pei Ye raised his hand to signal downward again.

"What do you mean, young hero?"

"Aren't you going to take a look at the fourth floor?"

"Young hero, you are joking. The origin of this shape of single-masted sail is only three layers of bottom. Where did the fourth layer come from?"

"Your ship has a fourth floor."

"Young man, you are still joking." Chen Yingfeng lowered his head. "'Nanjinfeng' has been transporting goods by river for more than ten years, and it has always been loaded with three layers of goods. Everyone at Chang'an Wharf knows it."

"Then I won't show you."

"You can't make one layer."

There were footsteps coming from behind him. Pei Ye turned around and saw that the boatmen on the upper two layers came down silently. They rolled up their sleeves to reveal their bronze arms, with swords in their hands.

Fengshuiwu is not a gang that gathers together by master-disciple relationship. They were born in the rivers and lakes and have the spirit of rivers and lakes. The industry in their hands is the mountain gate.

The figure slowly surrounded the young man. In such a closed space, he only had one arm and a sword. Going deep into the core hall of Fengshuiwu with injuries is really a lonely courage that has not been seen in many years.

Pei Ye glanced at Chen Yingfeng and smiled: "I was on official business and met him for the first time. I was always called 'Sir' or 'Envoy', but you called me 'Young Hero'. Do you know who I am?"

The cabin was quiet for a while, and Chen Yingfeng subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist.

Pei Ye sighed softly, raised his thumb and gently pushed the sword out of the scabbard. The sword reflected the candlelight like a mirror. This action suddenly aroused a large "clang" in the cabin, but the next moment everyone widened their eyes, and the boy turned into white feathers in front of everyone and disappeared without a trace.