The autumn wind is howling, the river is surging, and separation is always sad.

Su Hui's eyes couldn't help but sparkle at this moment. Although they were an old couple, this trip was really too far.

I guess we'll have to wait a year before we meet again, when Yuchi Zhong returns to the capital to report on his work.

They really held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing. Jiang Hai didn't like this kind of occasion very much, and in fact, the eldest lady didn't like it either.

But at this time, their eyes were also a little red.

As the mistress of the house, Su Hui was a relatively calm person. She spoke up to break the oppressive atmosphere.

"Well, Master, I wish you a smooth journey. Please take good care of yourself and your children when you get there."

Yuchi Zhong patted his wife's hand and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Yang Hongjin also stepped forward and took out a sword to give to Yuchi Zhong.

Although Yuchi Zhong didn't use the sword much, at this time, it was more of a token of his appreciation. The sword, the most important weapon among soldiers, was often given as a gift for its positive meaning.

When Jiang Hai saw that Yang Hongjin had sent gifts, he realized that he had not prepared anything. What should he do?

So, they searched Wenzhi's body, finding money in his purse and two boxes of bullets in his trouser pockets.

Wenzhi was very helpless. Why did he have to do it himself when he could just tell him? But our brother Zhi was used to it, so he just pretended to be a wooden man.

Very satisfied, Jiang Hai went forward to say goodbye to his father-in-law.

"Old Taishan, this is for you. Go over there and tell your men to obey you and give it to you."

Jiang Hai stuffed a stack of banknotes into Yuchi Zhong's hands, then handed him two boxes and said,

"If they're too troublesome, just get a few of them to step up and it'll definitely work."

After saying that, Jiang Hai grinned brightly.

Yuchi Zhong took the box, opened it, and was very pleased.

"Haha, good, my dear son-in-law is thoughtful."

Ever since he fired those shots when he rescued Yang Hongjin last time, Yuchi Zhong has been unable to put this thing down.

The feel, the recoil, and the pleasure of blowing the muzzle after shooting are really addictive.

Yang Hongjin also saw it from the side. He knew what it was and was very envious.

However, I am not very familiar with Jiang Hai, so I feel embarrassed to ask him for it.

Everything that needed to be said had been said, and everything that needed to be sent had been sent. It was almost time for the ship to depart.

Yuchi Zhong's personal guards and followers began to board the ship, leading their horses over the steps and onto the deck.

Yuchi Zhong looked back at everyone, waved his hand, and led his horse onto the boat.

With the wind at your back, set sail.

At the dock, people said goodbye to each other, waved, or bowed.

The boat slowly left the dock, headed west, and sailed into the wide waters of the Qingshui River.

At this time, porters and vendors began to move around on the dock.

The Qingrong Restaurant next door also opened for business as the sun rose.

At this time, there was a figure on the third floor of Qingrong Restaurant. Seeing the ship sailing away, he turned his gaze to the crowd of people seeing it off at the dock.

His eyes were burning, and through the slightly opened gap in the window, his eyes were sharp.

The man was dressed in a black martial arts robe and looked like a master. He was leaning against the windowsill, holding a bow and observing.

Jiang Hai and others saw Yuchi Zhong off. After the boat had gone far away, they turned back and prepared to leave the dock and go to the intersection to get the carriage.

Yang Hongjin walked side by side with Jiang Hai and chatted with him for a few words.

He was very curious about Yuchi Zhong's pistol, so he asked Jiang Hai about this question about guns.

Jiang Hai laughed it off, speaking words he couldn't understand, and then evaded the question by saying that there were some things he didn't understand and that they were all done by the craftsmen.

Yang Hongjin really praised the craftsman Jiang Hai mentioned.

"I wonder who this master craftsman is? He has such exquisite skills that surpass those of nature."

"Oh, his name is Luban No. 8. The name is a bit strange, and he is strange too. He walks with a hopping gait, and it's not easy to get along with him.

After making a few guns, he tried them himself and shot himself to death.

You don’t know, that scene was so tragic and heartbreaking.”

Jiang Hai started talking nonsense and tried to deceive Yang Hongjin with a look of regret on his face.

"This, ah, this is such a pity. These divine craftsmen are always legendary, just like the sword-making masters of ancient times."

Yang Hongjin believed it to be true, and began to sigh, his thoughts also flying to the sword sacrifice.

I was thinking to myself that this thing is really a magical weapon. It would be very difficult to get one to defend myself.

Yuchi Ziling, who was walking beside Jiang Hai, could only try hard not to laugh when she heard what Jiang Hai said.

The eldest lady had been to the military camp, seen Wang Fa's armed squad, and knew that Wenzhi still had a gun on him.

Naturally, I understand that Jiang Hai is talking nonsense again. He is really good at making up stories. He speaks as if it were true without blushing or getting nervous, which highlights his excellent acting skills.

The eldest daughter was almost hurt from holding it in, so she had to step back and walk with her mother. If she couldn't hear, she wouldn't want to laugh.

Yuchi Shuang, who was at the back, saw Jiang Hai and Yang Hongjin chatting happily. Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and came up with an idea, so he went forward to talk to them.

"Brother-in-law, how about you do me a favor before you go back to Southern Xinjiang?"

When Jiang Hai heard this, the corners of his mouth curved down, and he turned his dead fish eyes to her and said,

"No help."

"Hey, brother-in-law, I don't ask you to pay or do anything this time, so please help me." Yuchi Shuang blinked with a pleading look.

Jiang Hai thought about it and thought that it would be fine if he didn't have to spend money or effort, so he asked her,

"Then tell me how to help?"

"Here's what I think. Didn't you win first prize in the poetry competition? You should be registered in our poetry club.

Wouldn't it be easier for our poetry club to gain popularity this way?"

Yuchi Shuang said this with a smile, and at the end, he also mentioned,

"Of course, it would be even better if Your Highness could help put your name on it."

After saying this, he looked at Yang Hongjin with the same innocent expression.

Jiang Hai understood the idea.

“So you want to recruit honorary members, that’s not a problem, it’s just a name, it’s up to you.

I just don’t know whether he can help you or not.”

Jiang Hai still didn't call Yang Hongjin "His Highness". He was stubborn. He didn't want to. He was just not used to it.

After hearing what the two said, Yang Hongjin thought it was a small matter, so he agreed to Yuchi Shuang's small request.

Yuchi Shuang was the happiest, having secured endorsements from two big guys, and she jumped up and down,

"Then I'll bring you the invitation letter tomorrow for you to sign."

"No problem." Yang Hongjin responded with a smile.

A few people were talking and laughing as they got closer and closer to the intersection of the pier.

At this time, the man in black robes inside the window on the third floor of Qingrong Restaurant opened the window a little.

He took an arrow from the quiver on his back and put it on the bowstring. He had finger guards on and the calluses on his fingers were still visible.

The moment the upstairs window opened, Wenzhi seemed to notice something among the people walking below and looked up.

The man in black robe in the window immediately hid aside and was not discovered.

Wenzhi frowned and continued to follow Jiang Hai, moving a little closer.

The distance was getting closer and closer. The intersection was only about a hundred meters away from the restaurant. At this time, several people were almost at the intersection.