The weather was good and the weather was good. Sun Lang bid farewell to his friends and friends and left Mingzhou City, heading south.
In one day, he crossed Feng Town and entered the Grand Canal from Yongan Prefecture. In this era, especially in the empire, ships were still the most convenient and mainstream means of transportation.
Moreover, ships floated on the water and were driven by human oars and the force of water. For martial arts masters, there were too many things they could do.
A martial arts master with profound internal strength and amazing physical strength couldn't make an exhausted horse speed up by one second. However, if he was on a ship, he could easily race the boat.
At this moment, on the Grand Canal, a small boat was cutting through the waves like an arrow released from a bow. It brought up waves of bright splashes as it sped along the river. This boat looked very strange. It did not have any oars or sails. For some reason, the sharp bow of the boat was painted red. Moreover, there was a small flag at the top of the cabin. The flag was fluttering in the wind and spread open. There were five large words written on it.
"Hong Kong Reporter."
This canal connected the north and the south, and it was responsible for the transportation of grain. There were endless cargo ships, and the boatmen in short coats were paddling the boats. On both sides of the canal, there were green willows and weeping poplars, and the scenery was beautiful. There were also painted boats and official boats, and there were many tourists. Scholars and beauties leaned against the railings and chuckled. It was supposed to be a sunny day, but today, something strange happened.
Waves splashed, and in the midst of the rumbling, a small boat faced the wind and broke through the waves, whistling past, unceasingly passing one ship after another, splashing water all over the sky, causing waves of startled cries, and vaguely arrogant loud laughter sounded in the wind, "You guys, what a bunch of fools!
When it comes to sailing, you guys are still clothes!
I've even been on an aircraft carrier!
I'm the man who will become the Pirate King! "
Fortunately, this was in ancient times when transportation laws were not mature yet. Otherwise, the person who sailed the boat would never be able to get into the water. The people who were overtaken by the boat wanted to curse, but they shut their mouths because they vaguely saw that there seemed to be a person standing on the bow of the boat without oars. In other words …
They exchanged a look and wisely chose to let the matter go.
Most of the people who were watching the show used this matter as a topic to show off and show off.
"This person's skill is quite good … I don't know which family's young talent is from."
"He's too young. Is there such a young master in the world?
Could it be that there is some kind of mechanism at the bottom of the boat? "
"I once heard from a friend who came back from the Western Continent that the Western continent has a kind of mechanical boat that burns coal and can move by itself. They don't even need sails and oars … Those barbarians do have some skills."
"That's not right. What's the use of these strange skills?
If they had that kind of mechanical boat, where would these men who had to feed their families go to work?
Are they going to use it in war?
Haha, Brother Cheng, you must be joking. My Celestial Empire, the advantage of the navy, the hero of warships, such as the West River Moon, the Water Dragon Roar, the Ocean Tide, the Calm Storm … These Imperial Army warships are strong enough to suppress the world. Even if the Western Continent's mechanical boat is bigger and bigger, what's the big deal? "
This kind of argument was just a casual chat between the young masters after a meal. No one would pay attention to it. The captain and pilot of the "Hong Kong Reporter" was even more unaware. At this time, he was playing more and more happily. He loudly said, "Sit tight, the next is the five consecutive hairpin drifting demonstration of old driver Qiu Ming Jiang!"
At this time, there was an earth-shattering roar in the cabin, "I say you!
Give me more! "
The person at the bow was stunned when he heard this. He lifted his foot and stomped on the bow of the boat. On the canal, a small boat that was as fast as a horse suddenly stopped, turning from extreme motion to extreme stillness in an instant. It stopped steadily on the spot, and the waves on the river rolled. The powerful inertia and recoil were all absorbed and dissolved by the formless water, stirring up waves under the water.
This small boat had been tossed around for so long, but it didn't fall apart. The person who drove the boat with the supreme internal force had a meticulous control, which was really amazing. However … the boat was fine, but it didn't mean that the person was fine.
As soon as the boat stopped, the door of the cabin was violently pushed open. A figure rushed out and lay on the bow of the boat. With a 'wah' sound, he vomited. It was obvious that he had been tormented badly.
This young and beautiful girl raised her buttocks. No matter what she was doing, this action would usually make men think of this and that kind of hint. However, this little girl who was pouring rubbish into the water by the side of the boat was a little girl with an ordinary figure. She didn't have a chest, and she didn't have a buttocks … So when the old driver saw this scene, his expression was very calm. With one look, one could tell that he was the kind of good man who didn't bow down to the flat-chested power.
He sighed and said, "Naz, you should change your habit of being sick of transportation."
The girl vomited for a while, then wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. She turned around and roared, "Who is that!
Also, who is the reason for my seasickness!
What the hell are you doing? Can't you be a little more normal! "
This girl was called Sima Ping. She was Ping, and not flat as in flat-chested.
A few days ago, her master had left this world forever. According to her master's dying wish and the principle of taking in all beautiful girls, she was entrusted to a great official who was both brave and wise, benevolent and righteous. This righteous great official had found a new teacher for her to teach her some life experiences.
This official's surname was Sun, and his name was Lang. He was a man who viewed beauty as dirt. In his eyes, the women in the world were clearly divided into those who could be fucked and those who couldn't be fucked. What was more sad was that, due to some historical reasons, there were very few women in the world that he could fuck. And Sima Ping clearly belonged to the category that he couldn't fuck.
So he shrugged inhumanely, "You're seasick, are you blaming me?"
Sima Ping was so angry that she wanted to laugh, "You drove the boat so fast, and I don't blame you?"
"Sigh, young people nowadays always find objective reasons to excuse themselves …" Sun Lang sighed and pointed at the cabin, "Because I drove the boat too fast, you vomited?
Chao Po-tao, how come you didn't vomit? "
Following his words, another girl walked out from the cabin. That girl was dressed in white, with a stern face and bright eyes. She was valiant and formidable. Even if she wasn't dressed in martial attire, the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier couldn't be concealed. After she heard Sun Lang's words, she didn't care about anything else and directly nodded, "Yes, yes, I didn't vomit."
This girl had a very masculine name, Zhao Yunlong.
This name was known to almost everyone in the Empire. Even Sima Ping, who grew up in a small mountain village, had heard of her.
This General Zhao was a top female hero in the world. As a girl, she had made countless contributions in the Great War of Tianyuan. She was even conferred the title of Marquis. Not only was she an undefeated legend in the army, she was also a role model for all the girls in the world.
More importantly … he was a fierce general with astonishing martial prowess.
Sima Ping almost couldn't catch her breath. She really wanted to say, "This guy's martial arts are so high. How can he be seasick? How can he compare to me?"
However, she knew that with Sun Lang's personality, he would definitely follow up with, "Why is your martial arts so bad? Isn't it your own fault?" and so on. She would drag this matter into a whirlpool of endless pestering and satisfy his desire to bicker and tease her …
As a result, the girl directly snorted and said nothing.
At this moment, she was already greatly regretting her refusal to accompany Zhao Feihuang's sister because she wanted to avoid the sadness and reluctance of parting. However, now it seemed that this was an extremely wrong decision.
Once this Sun guy left Mingzhou, he was like a mad dog that had been let out of its cage. His desire to make big news grew with each passing day, and he would play around with anything that interested him. The rampage on the Grand Canal this time was only one of the countless crazy things he had done in the past two days. He was in high spirits, but Sima Ping was tormented to the point that she was physically and mentally exhausted. The pain in her heart was indescribable. She couldn't beat him in a fight, and she couldn't win in an argument. She was simply f * cked up.
What was worse was that the other person who could stop Sun Lang, General Zhao Yunlong, had actually become Sun Lang's biggest lackey and accomplice without any principles. Whatever Sun Lang wanted to do, he would help. Whatever Sun Lang said, he would agree.
This female general didn't look anything like a general of Tianyuan at all. People who didn't know better would think that she was Sun Lang's maidservant. She was completely Sun Lang's follower and echo … Sima Ping saw everything that had happened in the past two days, and her heart was filled with sorrow. It was as if she was drowning in water, and she didn't know what to do. She was completely isolated and helpless in her heart.
She was on tenterhooks all day long, afraid that Sun Lang would rob a bank or rob an execution ground on a whim. Needless to say, even if Sun Lang wanted to burn down the government office, Zhao Yunlong would happily help carry the firewood. These two lunatics had high martial arts. Even if they were surrounded by a large army, they could still escape without a trace. But … but what about me!?
I will be treated as an accomplice and an accomplice, bastard!
I will be shot even when I'm lying down, bastard!
Under this kind of resentful and indignant mood, Sima Ping instead had a great expectation and closeness to the teacher she had never met before. She constantly prayed to see the teacher surnamed Lu as soon as possible. Even if she was a fierce and strict old woman with harsh words, I would still accept it …
As long as I can leave these two inhumane bastards as soon as possible …
Therefore, she was very rational and didn't quarrel with Sun Lang. Instead, she took a few breaths and recovered some of her spirit. She turned her head and asked Sun Lang, "Where are we now?
How much longer is there? "
Sun Lang looked around and glanced at the map. He nodded and said, "Lu Town is east of Sui Zhou. It is a large town near the sea. We will follow the Grand Canal south and turn into the South River. With the current speed of the boat, we will arrive very quickly …"
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Yunlong, "Speaking of which, when we arrive at Lu Town, how do we find her?
Do you know where her house is? "
Zhao Yunlong thought for a moment, "I heard that her family is a noble family in Lu Town. If we ask around, it will be easy to find out.
I remember that the garden she lives in is called Hundred Herb Garden. If we really can't find out, we can directly find her and ask … "