Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 113 Seizing the Inheritance (Part [-])

Some people strive for self-improvement, and if they are good, they will benefit the world, while if they are poor, they will be good for themselves.

There are also people who feed on their own kind driven by fear.

Most of the gangs entrenched in Guanzhong are of this type.

The four fortresses of mountains and rivers in Guanzhong control the destiny of the world according to the trend of the upper reaches. The imperial capital of Chang'an, endowed with the majestic spirit of Xiaosha in the north, represents the most authentic and profound China.

It is called Tianfu much earlier than the Central Shu Plain.

More than a thousand years ago, the Western Zhou Dynasty was re-established here. After nearly ten thousand years of accumulation and decades of construction, the world's rich and wealthy gathered here, and countless dark genus who relied on devouring their own kind took root here.

Fortunately, there are Huashan Mountain and Kongtong in front of Guanzhong, and Quanzhen and Taibai Sword Sects nearby, guarding here, protecting the peace of the mountains and rivers, and preventing the world from being polluted by turbid currents.

While sailing on the Weishui River, You Ping raised the windows, and the cool river breeze rushed into the house. There was a slight fishy smell, which made her frown slightly.

Yang Ke was looking at the majestic mountains in the distance.

That is Mount Hua.

I don't know how many miles away, I feel the soaring sword energy, piercing the sky like a thunderbolt.

Let Yang Ke's uncondensed sword heart become a little bit transparent after being infected by this.

If you can get close, you will have a great improvement in the realm of kendo.

Compared with the Taibai Sword Sect, which has a history of only a hundred years, Huashan has at least thousands of years of inheritance, and countless sword masters have left their marks here.

And when the shackles of heaven and earth were gradually loosened, several heavenly beings spewed out from Huashan Mountain. There were even rumors in the rivers and lakes that someone from Huashan Mountain had broken the void, proved the Dao of the Golden Immortal, and achieved longevity.

It's just that this is a rumor after all. After all, even Zhang Daoist of Wudang, who is respected by everyone in the world, has never proved the Tao.

……

On the Huashan plank road, a person was holding a broom, cleaning gravel and fallen leaves.

His face was slowly covered with wind and frost, as if he had tasted all the hardships in the world, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were layered, and it seemed that there were infinite waves in his heart.

His face looked sad like an old man, but his head was full of black hair, jet-black and shiny, definitely not like the color of an old man's hair. Just by looking at the color, one could tell that there might be terrifying power in his body.

Sweeping down a few pieces of gravel, there is no echo in the canyon. If someone deliberately traces it, they will find that the falling gravel has been turned into dust in mid-air.

He stopped suddenly and looked at Baimian. Standing in the middle of the mountain, the Weihe River became a silver belt, shining brilliantly under the reflection of the setting sun.

With a distance of more than 100 miles, it is natural that the boats on the Weihe River cannot be seen clearly. Even a martial arts master, with such a long distance, the greatly strengthened five senses are still powerless.

After all, it only strengthens the five senses, not clairvoyance.

He just felt that there was a sword heart that was eager to move.

"This world..."

He just glanced at it, sighed slightly, and then continued to clean up the gravel and fallen leaves on the plank road.

The narrow plank road can only allow one person to step on it, and there is a cliff next to it. Ordinary people, let alone cleaning here, will tremble with fear even if they walk carefully.

But this person walked steadily, like walking on flat ground.

……

With thousands of miles a day, the boat went straight down the river, and with the sails open, it was much faster than the Maxima. However, in the evening, the wind direction gradually changed, and the speed of the boat slowed down.

Accompanied by the setting sun and crossing Huashan Mountain, Yang Ke has been watching from a distance, feeling.

It wasn't until the boatman brought up dinner that he calmed down.

I wasn't disturbed at all, and later, I was just thinking about this dangerous sword.

After eating, I called the boatman to clean up. The river breeze blows slightly into the cabin, which is cool and comfortable, and it is a good time to sleep peacefully.

"Boater, can I take a ride?"

There was a slight movement of the boat, and ordinary people would not be able to feel these slight movements, not even Youping, who had already buried herself in Yang Ke's arms and slept soundly.

Yang Ke heard a clear voice, just listening to this voice, it was bright and clear, like a person with a clean heart.

"Hush~ There are distinguished guests on board. If you want to take a ride, the room below is a bit stuffy, but it's also clean. I'd like to thank you for a hundred dollars."

It sounded like a sailor's voice. I don't know if it was soliciting customers privately or with the permission of the ship's owner.

He didn't seem to be surprised, someone jumped onto the boat in the middle of the night, and he didn't notice the subtle lightness skill coming from the sloshing river.

Maybe it's not surprising. People who practice martial arts are very common. Even the sailors on this ship have all practiced martial arts.

Of course, most of the three-legged cat kung fu learned from nowhere is not necessarily better than Luanwu fist and kick.

There are four sailors on this ship, one for the owner and one for the cook. The sailors live on the lower deck, and the owner and the cook live above. The four sailors and the owner should be in rotation.

Boating on the river is also simple, just be careful not to bump into the opposite boat.

The Weihe River is wide, and as long as it is not deliberately deviated, it will not hit it.

In the middle of the night, the boat had already crossed the Tongguan River and traveled to the Yellow River waterway.

There are countless snow-capped mountains in the upper and middle reaches, and the river has never been turbid. This world originally called it "Dahe", and later called it "Huanghe", but it means that in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor fought against various tribes, and the river originated from the world.

Later, I don't know when, it became the "Yellow River".

The water flow is clear, the river channel is about [-] to [-] miles wide, and flows eastward mightily.

Youping was amazed at such a wide river, and she had already pulled Yang Ke on the deck to watch.

It can be seen at any time that the city-like building boats pass by the river, exclaiming from time to time.

There are mountains and forests on both sides of the river. The two sides of the river should have been fertile land, but it is located between the two passes. This area that should have been criss-crossed by rice fields had to be abandoned.

Unlike yesterday's smooth sailing, today's sailing is a little slower, and the boatman even made a point of saying that he will be able to reach Luoyang in the evening.

Yang Ke's heart also beat slightly faster.

The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid, maybe this body still remembers the memories of those old days, and remembers the prosperity of Luoyang City.

In the cabin, among the four passengers, three had been on the deck during the day, and only one had never shown up, that is, the one Yang Ke felt was injured.

There are too many stories about the rivers and lakes, and Yang Ke didn't pay attention to them at all, and he didn't refresh any tasks.

The three of them didn't seem to have any stories. They looked like ordinary businessmen with business contacts, and they were going to Luoyang City.

The man who boarded the boat last night was a strange man with a jute face, which was beyond Yang Ke's expectations.

Looking at the appearance, it doesn't look like she deliberately disguised herself, and her breath is pure, but this face, with such an appearance, is a bit strange.

Yang Ke deliberately clicked on the task panel a few times, but didn't see any refreshed tasks, so he didn't care.

After sailing for a day, the sky gradually darkened. In front of us, the lights directly reflected into the sky, that was Luoyang City.

(End of this chapter)