People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

The bitterness in Taihe's heart did not last long. He quickly adjusted his mood and expressed to Qi Yan that he was willing to obey orders.

Although many people say that he is stubborn, no one has ever said that he is stupid!

Tai He didn't want to show his loyalty when the Taifu was unaware and then be beaten up by Qi Yan again.

Qi Yan was very satisfied with Taihe's reaction.

He stood on tiptoe and patted Taihe's thick shoulders, promising:

"When we get to Yumen, I can protect you once."

"Thank you... eh? Isn't it Shang Shu?!"

Taihe cried out in shock at the news.

Qi Yan smiled mysteriously and waved to Wu You. The latter immediately understood and untied the wooden stick from his waist and handed it to Qi Yan with both hands.

"Do you see this stick?" Qi Yan asked.

When Taihe saw the wooden stick, his eyes became inexplicably fixed.

Even Zuo Le and the Rat King seemed to be attracted by some magical power and locked their eyes on the wooden stick in Qi Yan's hand.

Chen walked over to Qi Lin and fell into confusion with several other girls.

They really didn't understand why an ordinary stick could put grown men like Qi Yan into a state of hard control.

Even in the past, we only knew that this situation would happen, but we didn't know the principle behind it.

"It's... so straight!"

Taihe sighed and asked, "But what does this stick have to do with your trip to Yumen?"

Qi Yan's fingertips stroked the wooden stick, and his momentum surged:

“I will use this divine weapon to challenge Zhongyue!

If I win, the title of Grandmaster will belong to me, if I lose, this divine weapon will be given to Zhongyue!"

Taihe and Zuo Le were shocked.

The Rat King stroked his chin and asked in confusion:

"When did you start practicing martial arts? Don't you usually punch your enemies until they cry?"

"I'm in a good mood today and don't want to hit anyone."

Qi Yan glanced at the Rat King, and the latter quickly shut his mouth.

Taihe couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Qi Yan, allow me to ask you a question. Are you planning to go all the way north, passing through Shangshu and then to Yumen?"

"Why not?"

"I dare not. Taihe has no intention of stopping you. It's just that I need to report this matter to the Grand Tutor."

Taihe waved his hands repeatedly, but then tried again: "But you came to Yan Country with the intention of seeking revenge. Now that you are being dragged down by the Sui Beast Agents, will it affect your relationship with the unknown giant beast?"

He didn't actually say all that.

It seems that he is concerned about Qi Yan's journey of revenge, but in fact he is worried about the trajectory of Qi Yan's actions and whether the battlefield will cause it to spread to the heartland of Yan State.

Taihe believed that with Qi Yan's wit and talent in planning the world as described in the intelligence, he would definitely understand the hidden meaning in his words.

Seeing Taihe's 'just as I expected' expression, Qi Yan fell into deep thought.

After a while, Qi Yan looked at Tai He and said with clear eyes: "I don't know either."

Taihe: “…”

Before Taihe could speak, Qi Yan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"But don't panic. I have a feeling that after I go to Shangshu to meet Sui Lao Er this time, he will definitely have the answers I want to know."

"What if there isn't one?" Taihe asked worriedly.

"No?" Qi Yan snorted, "Then I'll beat him until he has one!"

……

……

The spring river is cold and the mountains are overlapping.

The land of Shangshu is mountainous, watery, and has many forked roads.

A middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker with a white dragon fish pattern printed on his clothes was half leaning on the side of a solitary boat, enjoying the river view with a comfortable expression.

He raised his yellow-gloved hand and adjusted the black round hat on his head, revealing a special face underneath that looked like a dragon and a carp.

The seemingly messy but actually well-groomed black hair is mixed with a few strands of golden highlights, which, combined with his puzzlingly fashionable clothing, highlights his cynical temperament.

"Has the weather cooled down again? Or is the river water too cold?"

The man exhaled, looked at the old boatman holding the oars at the bow, and said self-jokingly: "Master Shen, just now I was sleeping, and I suddenly shivered for some reason. I had the illusion that I was being targeted by a villain.

I, Lao Li, have been walking on thin ice all my life. Do you think I can make it to the other side?"

Master Shen, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, lifted the oar from the water and looked back at Lao Li.

His expression was so calm that he seemed a little numb, and he said in a tone that seemed to not care about anything:

"The boat fare is five hundred, otherwise you won't be able to reach the other side."

"Hey!"

Lao Li laughed, then took out a stack of Longmen coins from his arms and handed it to Master Shen.

Master Shen took the Longmen coin and rubbed it open with his fingertips, and his brows under his bamboo hat immediately frowned.

Not enough money!

But before Master Shen could swing the oar and knock the bastard who took the boat without paying into the river, he noticed a business card sandwiched among the Longmen coins.

"The Li Detective Agency..."

Master Shen was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something. He stopped talking, put away the Longmen coins and business card, turned around and continued rowing the boat.

Lao Li put one arm on the side of the boat, still with that cynical smile on his face, and asked:

"Master Shen, how is my old friend Liang Xun doing these days? I heard that he has become an official."

"Lord Liang is the father and mother official of Shang Shu. We, the common people, are naturally grateful to him for his protection." Master Shen replied calmly.

"So, he's a good official?"

"Since Mr. Li and Lord Liang are friends, shouldn't they know more than ordinary people like us?"

"It's been nearly ten years since we last met." Old Li looked up at the mountains on both sides of the river that were submerged in the clouds, and sighed, "Who would have thought that he would suddenly contact me, and through our Governor Wei of Longmen, I was really shocked.

As the saying goes, friends who haven't seen each other for years suddenly contact you, either to borrow money or to ask for your life, but I have no choice. After all, I have to make a living in Longmen, and I have to give face to Governor Wei.

I just don’t know if I can return to Longmen alive after delivering the goods this time.”

Master Shen was still paddling the boat, and said without turning his head:

"Even so, Mr. Li is here. It seems that you and Lord Liang are good friends."

"They are very good friends."

"Ah."

Master Shen rowed the boat to a section of the river where the current was calm and slowly put down the oars.

Lao Li looked around and found that the river was wide and the fog was thicker, which compressed his field of vision to only a few feet in front of him. A few lonely square column-shaped road signs stood firmly on the water.

Master Shen took out a whistle from his bosom, put it between his lips and blew it.

A melodious whistle echoed among the mountains, and the surrounding clouds and mist inexplicably dispersed, revealing a towering pass standing in the river ahead.

Old Li looked over and said softly, "Zhengshan Ferry...what a good name."

"After crossing this ferry, we will reach Shangshu." Master Shen picked up the oar again, "Since you are the person Lord Liang asked me to wait for, I will take you to Lord Liang's mansion."

"Good work."

Lao Li chuckled and bowed to express his gratitude.

On the cold river, the lone boat swayed gently and drifted forward again.

A box that Lao Li placed beside him shook and made a slight sound.

He subconsciously pressed the box, opened it casually, and checked whether the wine cups inside were damaged.

But as the box was opened, the moment Lao Li saw the pitch-black wine cup with a yellow dragon pattern inside, a ray of light suddenly appeared above Lao Li's head.

The sound of the river flowing, the sound of the waves created by the oars, all sounds escaped Lao Li's perception.

He looked up in surprise, and then his golden eyes suddenly opened.

A mountain appeared out of nowhere in his sight, piercing through the clouds and casting a large amount of light, making the surrounding scenery seem to dim. Only this isolated peak remained as the sole ruler of the world.

"Mr. Li?"

Master Shen's shouts seemed to come from the distant sky, pouring into Lao Li's ears, causing his body to tremble unconsciously.

All the scenery before my eyes collapsed in an instant, the lonely peak disappeared, and the skylight faded.

He is still on the river, the river is still at the foot of the mountain, and the mountain is still among the clouds.

Master Shen asked in confusion: "Did you just fall asleep?"

Lao Li adjusted his hat and exhaled lightly:

"Perhaps, yes."

(I've seen a lot of people asking about adding more chapters in the past few days. Let me explain to you all again. Lao Yan will have time to add more chapters only after the competition is over. Don't worry, just wait a few more days.)