Chapter 45 The Yang Family Brothers
In the next few days, while Li Weiyi and Zhao Meng were practicing, they were also seriously learning the language and writing of this world, wanting to master it completely as soon as possible.
As we got closer to Jiuli City, the surface of the Sui River became wider, like a calm lake, with passenger ships, painted boats, and large warships passing by like thousands of ships passing by.
After nightfall, every boat hung bone lanterns or lanterns with pictures of ladies painted on them. The lights were reflected in the water, the sky was dotted with stars, and the water was filled with singing and dancing, creating a scene of prosperity and peace.
The entire Sui River runs through the Lingxiao habitat from north to south, with the main river flowing through seven states. With numerous tributaries and lakes, abundant aquatic products, and convenient transportation, its influence can reach more than a dozen states.
Thus, the behemoth Sui Zong came into being. It not only cleared the evil spirits, dead spirits, bandits and other dangers in the Sui River basin, making shipping smoother and more developed, but also controlled the discourse power of all kinds of water transportation and trade, earning a lot of money.
Hundreds of years have passed, and Sui Zong has leapt from an assistant in charge of trade and transportation under the former Jiuli tribe to a giant in the Lingxiao habitat. His power and influence even suppress the Jiuli tribe.
At this moment, Li Weiyi and Zhao Meng stood by the railing of the bow deck, looking around, they saw the word "濉" on the flags of many ships. The guest ship they were on was no exception.
Li Weiyi asked, "What are you thinking about, brother?"
"The river flows east, the waves wash away all, the heroes of the ages are still to be seen today." Zhao Meng said with great passion.
Li Weiyi smiled and said, "Is this a poem?"
"That's roughly what I mean! The only thing is, as men we must stand out, and in this world, we have to do something big. Otherwise, how about we expand the Chan Sect and make it bigger than the Sui Sect? When the senior sister hears the name of the Chan Sect, she might come to us on her own initiative." Zhao Meng said.
Li Weiyi said: "That makes sense, but we have to gain a foothold in this world first."
“Boom!”
“Wow!”
…
The wide river surface was churning violently and the waves were surging.
A demon that looked like a giant python or a green dragon swam rapidly on the river, sometimes showing its head and sometimes raising its tail. It was locked with dense iron chains with scriptures floating on them, and the other end was connected to a brightly lit and luxuriously decorated ship.
Soon, they caught up and were sailing side by side with the guest ship where Li Weiyi and his companions were, only two or three feet away.
Looking closely, the evil monster in the water, which looked like a python or a dragon, was actually more than 20 meters long, as thick as a bucket, with a broad green fin on its back, and it looked majestic. On the boat opposite, there were groups of attendants and servants, and the clothes worn by the maids were brightly colored and finely embroidered.
"Is this a dragon?" There was no fear in Zhao Meng's eyes, but rather he looked very interested.
He is in great need of dragon blood.
"It's a green dragon, and the dragon blood in its body is very thin."
Li Ling walked along the corridor. Her injuries had almost healed. She changed into new clothes and wore a jade hairpin on her head. In the eyes of the passengers on the boat, she was like a fairy, and they all looked at her from afar.
On a luxurious ship three meters away, a man and a woman walked onto the deck and waved to her.
"Sister Li Ling...it's me, Yang Yun!"
“Wow!”
Magical energy surged from the young man's body. He leaped up, stepped on the air, and actually crossed a distance of three meters, landing steadily on the boat where Li Weiyi and others were.
Yang Yun was only one year older than Li Ling. He was wearing a brocade robe that looked frighteningly expensive, but he was by no means a playboy. The magical energy he had just released was far more powerful than that of Yan Qingqing and Fang Tong.
He was filled with joy, not hiding his happiness at all, and said excitedly: "Sister Qingxi and I heard that you were injured in Yaoguan, so we drove Qingchi to chase you day and night, and finally caught up with you. Thank God, seeing that you look so good now, I think your injury is no longer serious."
Li Weiyi ignored the greetings and encounters over there, his eyes were attracted by the pure fairy-like woman on the opposite boat.
She was older and taller than Yang Yun and Li Ling. She did not have the childishness of boys and girls. Her clothes were intricately embroidered and branded with scriptures. She wore a light blue skirt on the outside and a light green undershirt on the inside.
Of course, what attracted Li Weiyi was not her beauty or temperament, but her unfathomable cultivation.
Just see.
She pointed her finger, and wisps of white magic mist formed a cloud bridge between the two boats. Then, in the river breeze, she moved slowly and gracefully across the bridge, stunning countless people on the surrounding boats. They must have a good dream tonight.
Yang Qingxi walked in front of Li Ling, and her beautiful face, which had been as cold as an iceberg for thousands of years, finally melted. She said, "You are injured, why are you still standing outside in the cold wind? How do your servants take care of their masters?"
She looked at Zhao Meng and Li Weiyi with some sternness.
Although Zhao Meng was huge in stature, in this world full of deformed species, there were all kinds of creatures, and the Yang siblings did not show any surprise.
Just like the green dragon that was more than 20 meters long, it was only fit to pull their boat.
Li Weiyi didn't want to explain any more, and was about to leave with Zhao Meng. But Yang Yun was too enthusiastic, and when he heard that they were Li Ling's servants, he immediately took out Yongquan coins and gave one to each of them.
This is equivalent to ten thousand copper coins!
It was hard for the two to refuse such generosity, so they accepted it and thanked him repeatedly.
"What's there to thank me for? It's just two Yongquan coins. Some time ago, I broke through the Eighth Quanfeng Mansion, and the rewards from the sect, family, and governor's mansion added up to 50,000 silver coins. Although it's a little less, it's free, so I'd rather take it than not." Yang Yun said with a smile.
“That’s the truth.”
Li Weiyi and Zhao Meng naturally responded, quickly put the Yongquan coins in their hands into their pockets, and then quickly left the deck.
In the corridor, I met Zhao Zhizhuo.
"Why are you so happy?" Zhao Zhizhe asked curiously.
"Hurry up and go to your Fourth Young Lady to pay her respects. I guarantee you will be very happy too."
Having said this, the two of them laughed and left.
After laughing, he soon fell into silence, no longer having the previous passion.
Instead, I feel that I am the funniest person.
A boy of only sixteen or seventeen years old had already opened the Eight Springs, and his cultivation was far above theirs. In this world, there were too many geniuses and masters, so it was no wonder that others treated them as servants.
Perhaps other people's servants are stronger than them.
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Zhao Meng said: "I hope that one day, we can also use Yongquan coins to reward our servants. Only then can we truly have status and dignity."
On the bow deck, Li Ling smiled and said, "You, the Sui clan, are really well-informed. I only appeared in Yaoguan for a short time, but you already knew my exact whereabouts."
Yang Yun said: "Sister Ling is injured. This is a very serious matter. Of course, the people below must report it to us."
Yang Qingxi knew that Li Ling had something to say, and didn't want to continue the conversation, so he asked, "I heard that you were attacked by the Buddha thieves when you were retrieving the coffin this time. Was your brother injured?"
"Sister Qingxi, if you want to be my sister-in-law, you have to pay more attention recently. My brother seems to have someone he likes." Li Ling smiled and blinked.
Not long after they gathered together, Yang Qingxi and Yang Yun said goodbye and left, returning to the Qingchi boat.
Yang Yun didn't want to leave and wanted to go with Li Ling, but was forcibly taken away by Yang Qingxi.
The next morning.
Li Weiyi had just gotten up when Zhao Zhizhe came to visit him and told him that he would be able to arrive in Jiuli City by noon today at the latest.
Standing on the railing and looking out, on the river bank, a mountain range stretches all the way across the west bank of the Sui River, with numerous peaks standing tall and shrouded in clouds and mist, like a thousand-mile wall supporting the sky and the earth.
When the river is close to the mountains, it is dark and seems to be pressing down on you.
Only when the river is far away from the mountains can you see the peaks inside, which are one layer upon another, very steep and deep.
Zhao Zhizhuo said: "The Mengshan Mountain Range is the western border of Lizhou. It is said that every peak in the mountain range is the tomb of an ancient emperor. The term "Mengshan Emperor's Tombs" comes from this."
"Beyond the Mengshan Mountains, there is an endless realm of the dead. It is a forbidden zone for life... at least for humans."
Li Weiyi had some knowledge of the netherworld of the dead. Legend had it that the netherworld had no boundaries and was so vast that even those who were strong enough in the realm of immortality could not penetrate to its end.
“Doesn’t this mean that Jiuli City and the Underworld are separated only by the Mangshan Mountain Range?” Li Weiyi found it difficult to understand why Jiuli City was built in such a dangerous place.
"It wasn't like this before! Thousands of years ago, the Jiuli tribe ruled over the nine states, and the entire Lingxiao habitat covered three hundred states. Lingxiao's number one figure, Chan Hai Guan Wu, was an existence that could shock the netherworld. It was that devastating catastrophe that caused ninety percent of Lingxiao's habitat to be swallowed up by the netherworld of the dead, and now there are only twenty-eight states left." Zhao Zhizhuo sighed, unwilling to say more.
Back in the cabin, Li Weiyi asked about the remains of the corpse in the sarcophagus and the spirit tablet of the predecessor.
After hearing this, the two fell into a long silence.
They didn't know why. When they left, Ling Xiao Habitat was still fine. Obviously, they had not expected the current situation.
Before the passenger ship arrived at the dock, martial artists riding on exotic beasts or birds would occasionally come to the shore and sky to investigate, constantly coming and going.
Cangli had been waiting at the dock.
Most of the young talents who came with him were children of powerful families, outstanding people from Taoist temples, and proud daughters of sects. They all drove chariots pulled by exotic beasts and followed Cangli's lead.
The first genius of the Cangli tribe in thousands of years is not a false reputation. He broke through the Nine Springs and entered the Five Seas Realm with his pure immortal body. With such talent and such a speed of cultivation, if placed in those millions of sects, he would definitely be the "first inheritor" or "second inheritor" representing the sect and traveling the world.
A young man like him naturally has countless followers in Jiuli City.
The so-called tens of millions of sects and families refer to those that have been passed down for at least a thousand years, have at least tens of thousands of top-notch talented practitioners of magic and martial arts, and have tens of millions of people who can directly exert influence. All three conditions must be met.
(End of this chapter)