"Your Excellency is indeed a wise man." Pei Zi Yun was speechless. He watched as He Qing Qing organized the bathing and changing of clothes. Although he was only wearing a pair of Thousand Layer Cloth Shoes, his footsteps were steady and elegant. The Registrar Official was secretly impressed by him.
There were vines by the side of the pier. The stems looked thin and weak, and the branches were covered with white hairs. Some of the red beans had already ripened. Pei Zi Yun then walked up to pick them. The Registrar Official was surprised, "Master Top Scorer sure is carefree. Why are you picking these red beans?"
"I'm giving them to someone." Pei Zi Yun knew that there was no such poem in this world. Furthermore, the red beans might not be the original red beans. The month was wrong. He smiled and did not say much.
The bathing was done quickly. The villagers changed their clothes and boarded the boat. Pei Zi Yun watched as they boarded the boat. It was the height of summer in June. Everyone was relaxing and drinking tea. The Registrar Official was sweating profusely. He then stopped smiling and bowed, "These days, I have troubled your Excellency …."
He then took out three banknotes and handed them to the Registrar Official, "I shall leave now. You can go back and report to your superiors. Take this money and drink some tea."
"Your Excellency, farewell."
"Take care master Top Scorer." The Registrar Official looked at the banknotes and smiled.
The boat then sailed down the river, disappearing into the distance.
The Registrar Official stood by the riverbank and looked at the boat. At this point, someone walked up to him and asked, "Your Excellency?"
"Hm, so what if we've lost a few strongholds? You want me to do something for you, but you don't even want to fork out money. Do you really think I'm a slave? "
"Pei Zi Yun will no longer stir up trouble in the Southern Kingdom. It's best that he's gone. This matter ends here."
"These strongholds have suffered heavy losses. We have to think of a way to get a share of the spoils."
"Your Excellency is wise." The warrior understood and hurriedly spoke out. The Registrar Official smiled and pulled out a banknote, "Here. Master Top Scorer is generous, I shall not be stingy. Everyone, share it."
"Yes!" The people below all cheered as they looked for a place to hide from the heat.
"What? The Imperial Court and the tribe leader's men have been taken away. Damn it! "Within the Southern Kingdom, there was a garden filled with flowers and plants. Shi Mu Zhong threw a teapot onto the ground.
"Young master Shi, what do you think we should do? The High Priest is dead, and the tribe has suffered a great loss. The government officials have yet to take any action. This grudge is unbearable. "One of the leaders of the Miao Stockade Village beside Shi Mu Zhong spoke out bitterly.
"I will report this matter to the Young Master." This Priestess belonged to the Young Master. He didn't know what methods he used to subdue her, but the Young Master trusted him and gave him the authority to mobilize the troops. If not, he wouldn't have been able to mobilize the troops so easily. Now that the Priestess was dead and the mission was not accomplished, Shi Mu Zhong was extremely troubled.
After sending the Tribe Leader off, Shi Mu Zhong returned to his room and gritted his teeth as he held onto his teacup. He then muttered to himself, "Over a thousand men surrounded and killed me. I thought that when the conditions were right, success would come naturally. With such strength, even three to five Great Masters would be able to surround and kill me. I didn't want you to succeed in your counterattack and even kill the Priestess."
"Now, even the government is being cautious with you. It seems that you are indeed a variable arranged by the heavens. You didn't die in such a dangerous situation, and you even obtained the High Priest's inheritance."
After a long period of silence, he said, "Even if I have to go all out to reprimand him, I have to report this to Young Master. With a thunderous rage, I have to stop this."
As the boat sailed along the river, Pei Zi Yun stood on the deck. A gentle breeze brushed past him, causing his robes to flutter. He held a red bean in his hand.
The young lady walked up to Pei Zi Yun and asked softly, "Young Chieftain, these few days, the people in the stronghold are not used to life on the boat. What should we do?"
Pei Zi Yun knew that drifting on a boat was the easiest way to get dizzy. He smiled bitterly, "There's no other way. Arrange for someone to take care of them. Every few days, find a pier and rest there."
"Once they get used to it, they'll be fine."
"Yes, Young Chieftain." The young lady replied.
The boat sailed for another few days before entering the sea. The sails were raised as they sailed along the coast. After half a month, they finally arrived at Ying Prefecture. Pei Zi Yun heard someone knocking on his door. He Qing Qing opened the door. Her face was filled with joy, "Young Chieftain, we've finally arrived at Ying Prefecture. Everyone has been suffocating, and wants to get off the boat."
Hearing the young lady's words, Pei Zi Yun had the same intention as well. He then said, "Don't call me Young Chieftain. Call me Young Master. You must be suffocating. I've gotten used to it. I don't see anyone else looking for me. However, the people in the stronghold aren't adept at navigating. They're exhausted, and need to rest for a few days."
"Since you're here, make the necessary arrangements. We'll stay here for a few days."
"Yes, Young Master." The young lady replied happily.
It was almost dusk. He Qing Qing had booked three inns nearby and brought her friends out to have fun.
Pei Zi Yun finished his meal and left the inn. He walked alone and noticed that the embankment was filled with shrubs and shrubs. Waves were crashing against the sturdy embankment, splashing water everywhere. Looking around, he noticed that this was the pier of a coastal county. It was much smaller, but it seemed like it was because of the ban on the sea. It was much more prosperous than he had imagined. There were more carriages and boats on the river. There were many people receiving guests, delivering goods, loading boats, and setting up carriages. Pei Zi Yun strolled along the pier in the middle of the night.
Pei Zi Yun strolled along the pier in the middle of the night. He had a rare moment of leisure. There were many small vendors selling chicken and snacks. He heard an old man talking to another old man. Pei Zi Yun walked past and stopped in his tracks.
"Ji Bei Hou is really flexible. I've heard that Ji Bei Hou has requested the Emperor to give up his armor and return to the countryside. The Emperor was overjoyed and approved of it. He even rewarded Ji Bei Hou greatly."
"Hey, I think Master Hou is smart. If Master Hou wasn't like this, he would end up like that Master Hou in the north." The old man laughed coldly.
"Hey, old man Chen, everything else doesn't matter. But what happened in the north, you're talking about it on the streets. Aren't you afraid of death? Lower your voice, lower your voice." The old man had heard the old man's words and spoke softly.
"Let's not talk about Master Hou's matter. The Governor has lifted the ban on the sea. I've heard that three ports have been opened, and the number of pirates has decreased. It's just that there are still quite a number of pirates openly appearing at the ports."
"It's true that the number of pirates has decreased. Now that the ban on the sea has been lifted, life has become much better." A passerby replied.
"That's true. Recently, the pier has been bustling with activity. Many ships have been sailing to compete for the pirates' business."
Pei Zi Yun stopped walking and thought to himself. History has changed because of me, and Ying Prefecture has changed because of me. It's just that the changes that have taken place may not be what I wanted.
Pei Zi Yun suddenly had some thoughts as he thought about Ye Su 'er. He touched his pockets and realized that there were still some red beans that he had plucked from the Southern Kingdoms. He then turned around and walked back to the inn.
When he reached the inn, Pei Zi Yun entered his room and instructed the waiter, "Bring me a brush, ink and paper."
"Yes!" Before long, the waiter brought the brush, ink and paper over. Pei Zi Yun sat down and lit a candle. He then started to grind the ink. His heart was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
Was it because he missed her, or was it because he couldn't bear to part with her?
Pei Zi Yun couldn't explain it clearly. It was just that he missed her so much that he couldn't forget about her. At this point, he picked up the brush and started writing a letter.
'It's been a few months, and I miss her.'
After he finished writing the letter, he thought for some time before retrieving the bag containing the red beans. He held one of the red beans in his hands, as if he was holding onto it. After some time, he sighed and added a poem at the end of the letter.
'Red beans grow in the Southern Kingdoms, when spring comes, how many do they sprout?'
'May you pluck as many as you can, for these are the things I miss the most.'
When he reached the window, he opened it. Not far from the inn was a river that flowed into the sea. The willows on both sides of the river were green, and a full moon hung high up in the sky, illuminating the land with snow.
Earlier, there were still people around the stall, but now they were closing up. The people living nearby were all asleep, and only the sound of cicadas and insects could be heard.
Pei Zi Yun laughed coldly, "You've been following me for so long, and you still don't want to show yourself?"
Under the moonlight, there was silence. Pei Zi Yun didn't hesitate any longer. He pulled out his sword and thrust it towards a direction. He heard a 'ding' sound as the sword clashed, and sparks flew out. Pei Zi Yun squinted his eyes and saw a man dressed in black with a mask on his face. He saw a narrow sword, and it gleamed brightly.
"Who are you?" Pei Zi Yun asked. The assassin didn't say a word, and just smiled evilly. Suddenly, his vision turned black, and the candle was extinguished. Pei Zi Yun couldn't see anything.
"Peng!"
The light from the sword exploded, and the two of them crossed paths. Pei Zi Yun's robes fluttered in the wind, and a strand of the assassin's green hair fell to the ground. At this point, a candle light appeared.
"Good sword techniques, but it's a pity that you're going to die here!" The assassin stretched out his hand and caught the strand of hair.
When Pei Zi Yun heard this, he couldn't help but laugh coldly. The assassin's sword techniques weren't even on par with his, and yet he dared to say that he would kill him? What a joke.
"Die!" The assassin's long sword pierced through the air. All of a sudden, the surroundings were engulfed in darkness, and not a single ray of light could be seen. Almost at the same time, a sword appeared. It grew clearer and clearer, and bigger and bigger. The heavens and earth were filled with this sword, and it brought with it a dazzling power as it pierced towards Pei Zi Yun.
"It's a Dao technique!" Pei Zi Yun understood. Although the tip of the sword seemed slow, it was actually extremely fast. At this critical moment of life and death, the sword struck out.
"Clang!" Pei Zi Yun felt a strange force penetrating into his body from the blade of the sword, and penetrating his organs. He felt as if he was made of steel, and felt a chill in his body. As long as this chill penetrated into his body, he would die without a doubt. At this point, he felt a similar force within his body.
"Peng!" Pei Zi Yun took a step back, and the scene in front of him disappeared. The candle continued to burn. Although the assassin did not retreat, he swayed slightly. His veil was torn, and his hair fell onto his broad shoulders. His eyes stared unblinkingly at Pei Zi Yun, and his face was expressionless.
"Hardness and Gentleness!" At this point, someone shouted out in alarm. The assassin then turned around and walked away.
Pei Zi Yun's face fell, "Shi Mu Zhong, Xie Cheng Dong!"
His voice was filled with hatred and hatred. Although only half of his face was revealed, this sinister face was too familiar to the original owner. Pei Zi Yun could tell with one look that it was him. It was just a guess, but now it was confirmed.
"That Priestess must be one of Xie Cheng Dong's people!"
"Shi Mu Zhong is Xie Cheng Dong's loyal hound. Xie Cheng Dong had already noticed me five years ago, and was extremely hostile towards me. The only good news is that Shi Mu Zhong has yet to become a Yin Master. His cultivation level is probably at the tenth level, which is one level higher than mine. Although his Dao techniques are higher than mine, his sword techniques are weaker than mine."
"If Shi Mu Zhong is like that, what about Xie Cheng Dong? Could it be that he has broken through the gates of heaven and become a Yin Master? Could it be that he has already merged with his Paradise and is about to become an Earth Immortal? "
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