"Previous supervision? And now?"
"Zuochong Town!"
The two siblings looked at Yang Qinglan, but neither of them knew anything about the Admiral or Zuochong Town.
Their impression of the late Ming Dynasty was only that Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on Coal Hill. Li Qianxia also learned about the scandals of Li Zicheng, Wu Sangui, and Chen Yuanyuan from various romance novels (like "Empresses in the Palace," these cannot be regarded as official history).
Yang Qinglan lived up to expectations and spoke after a moment's thought:
"Now is a time of dynastic change, and the overall value of official titles has decreased. The Southern Ming had a bunch of dukes, marquises, and earls, and the army's organization has also shrunk—a 'town' has a fixed allocation, and can also recruit its own manpower. In addition, if A dies, it goes to B; if B escapes, it goes to C... On average, there are about a thousand people."
“A thousand people is quite good; it’s equivalent to having a high school principal,” Li Qianxia said.
"High school principal..." Li Changzhou didn't know what to say.
"What are you doing!" Li Qianxia slapped his shoulder. "The principal is very powerful, okay? Just think about it, if the principal led the entire school to beat you up, wouldn't you be scared?"
"I'm scared, I'm scared," Li Changzhou replied evasively. He was the principal's favorite student in high school, and the principal wished he could introduce his daughter, who studied next door, to him so that he could teach her.
Li Changzhou looked at Huang An: "Where is the Prince of Yanping?"
Huang An sneered: "Stop talking nonsense. I, Huang An, have fallen into the hands of you demons. You can do whatever you want with me!"
Rebirth in the Great Era of Surfing Waves
He closed his eyes, indicating that there was no need to waste words.
“He’s a real man.” Li Changzhou waved his hand, signaling the believer to let go.
"Behave yourselves!" Just as the two believers stopped, Huang An slammed his palm on the ground, pushed off the deck with his legs, and pounced like a wolf.
Peng!
Huang An crashed into the mast, feeling excruciating pain as if his whole body was being torn apart, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.
The soldiers and believers were stunned. They only saw Huang An suddenly make a move, and the next moment they saw Huang An slump down under the mast.
A soldier was retrieving a human head from the mast when he was so startled that his hand trembled, and the head fell off, bounced twice on the deck, and rolled to one side.
Once the sound of heads disappeared, the people on the deck realized what was happening, and the believers came up angrily.
"Damn it! Still not behaving yourself!"
"How dare he offend the Dharma King! Kill him!"
"Break all four limbs and throw them into the sea!"
"Stop," Li Changzhou said.
The believer immediately shut up, more obedient than a media player.
“He’s a real man.” Li Changzhou looked at Huang An, who was clutching his chest. “I… I am the Immortal of Penglai, also known as the Dharma King of the East Sea. I have been cultivating on the island for 361 years. I have come out to assist the King of Yanping by order of the Fairy of Gusha.”
Huang An endured the pain and chuckled, turning his head to look at the soldiers on the warship who dared not make a move.
"Afraid to death?" he roared.
His voice was hoarse, as if a knife were stuck in his neck, sending chills down one's spine.
The soldiers all shuddered, as if the shout of "I'm so scared!" was a thunderclap.
Their gazes toward Li Changzhou and his companions became restless again.
Yang Qinglan pointed her finger, leaving a wisp of white steam, at the sea. The nascent waves froze into ice, and the cold air spread, creating an ice path on the sea in the blink of an eye.
The warm sun, blue sky, azure sea, and white ice surface, shrouded in a chilling atmosphere, create a dazzling scene, like a painting.
Bang!
A soldier's broadsword fell onto the deck.
A moment later, the warship turned around and headed towards Penghu.
The ship Zheng Chenggong sailed, including the wheelhouse and cabins.
The door was flung open, and a fierce wind, accompanied by torrential rain, rushed in.
Four people entered through the door, led by Huang An, followed by three others.
The eyes of all the soldiers were immediately drawn to these three people. Among a group of soldiers marching and fighting, the three were so white that they seemed to glow, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and had an otherworldly air about them.
Li Changzhou and his two companions were also sizing up the national hero Zheng Chenggong.
Wearing a turban on his head and a cloak over his armor, he looked like a Confucian scholar, a style of dress that was quite popular among Ming Dynasty generals.
"Lord Guoxing!" Huang An bowed.
Zheng Chenggong glanced at the three men, then turned his gaze to Huang An: "Why aren't you guarding the sea? What are you doing here?"
“Reporting to Lord Guoxing…” Huang An hesitated for a moment, “This man claims to be an immortal from Penglai Island, known as the Dharma King of the East Sea, who has been ordered by the Fairy of Gusha to help Lord Guoxing reclaim the island!”
The cabin became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the wind and rain outside seemed to have intensified.
"Huang An!" Wu Hao, the magistrate of Xuan Yi Hou Town, slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "What the hell are you spouting! Lord Guoxing entrusted you with watching the waterway, but you were fooled by a few sorcerers. If the Manchus take this opportunity to come and cut off our retreat, what are you planning to do?"
Huang An ignored him and said to Zheng Chenggong, "Lord Guoxing, I didn't believe it at first, but I have truly witnessed the abilities of the three of them. A ship full of soldiers, plus myself... are no match for them alone."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Over the years, I've traveled all over the country, avoiding Kinmen, leading troops south, encountering storms, resisting the puppet regime (Qing Dynasty), marching north along the Yangtze River, and fighting in Nanjing. What haven't I seen?
There are skilled fighters, but can one person defeat an entire ship's worth of people? That's nonsense!
"I think you've got witchcraft in your head!" Wu Hao stepped out, a sinister smile on his lips. "I've come to see what the Immortal Penglai is capable of."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped his palm, the wind whistling and making Li Changzhou's hair fly.
Li Qianxia stepped forward, her body wreathed in flames.
Body of Flames
Wu Hao's palms were burning hot, and he was so frightened that he took three steps back.
Everyone in the cabin stood up, staring incredulously at Li Qianxia, who was unharmed despite being engulfed in flames.
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