Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge
Chapter 32 White Feather Carving Bow
Lu Zhengqiu's words were only halfway through, and the second half of the sentence was covered by the sound of waves on the river, and stopped abruptly, as if cut off by a sharp knife falling from the sky.
Lu Dongqing asked: "What if?"
Lu Zhengqiu turned his head, and as soon as his eyes met the opponent's sight, they drifted away involuntarily, as if hesitating for something.
The look of hesitation was fleeting, he closed his eyes, and changed into his usual calm tone: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, if the patriarch doesn't agree to your request later, what are you going to do?"
Lu Dongqing smiled wryly: "I don't think he will agree."
Lu Zhengqiu asked again: "Did your mother mention him before?"
Lu Dongqing said: "I only remember that my mother once had a pair of brothers from the same family. The senior brothers were young and promising, and they inherited the mantle of the patriarch early on."
Lu Zhengqiu pondered: "Then the one who was unfortunately killed nine years ago should be this senior brother."
Lu Dongqing nodded, and said again: "The one left behind may be the current patriarch, but I have no memory of him at all."
Lu Zhengqiu comforted him and said: "Since you can't remember it, you don't have to think about it, just play it by ear."
The young man lowered his head, looked at the swaying ship planks and the waves rolling up to his feet, he was silent for a while, and then said again: "Master, this time you are risking yourself, and your future is uncertain, otherwise you should go back to Wutong Town and wait." look at me..."
Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "You just told me to guard you, and you want to drive me away?"
Lu Dongqing was stunned: "At this moment, at that moment, I'm afraid..."
"With Master accompanying you, what are you afraid of?"
Before the young man finished speaking, Master's palm was already on his shoulder.
The strong knuckles were attached to his body, and the reassuring touch came through the fabric. On this swaying lonely boat, it was like a solid iron anchor, making his heart gradually calm in the waves down.
There was an unbelievable illusion in his heart, as if he had been relying on the support of this hand all this time, so that he stood firmly on the boat, without squinting, without trembling, as he walked towards the road ahead covered by the mist March.
No one is born a knight.
No one's courage is born out of thin air.
He questioned himself, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed—the master was many times stronger than himself in terms of martial arts and character.My one-sided selfishness is really clumsy and stupid in front of Master.
He raised his hand and touched the back of Master's hand with his fingertips.
Then, the two of them cast their gazes into the distance at the same time.
In the distance, on the other side of the mist, a dark wooden reef gradually floated into view, and four wooden posts appeared and disappeared in the spray.
The long and narrow reef goes deep into the river, and the waves from the bottom of the boat swing to the bottom of the wooden pile, turning into cascading waves, and pushing back in the opposite direction.
There is the wharf of Lingquan Valley.
The boatman who had been standing on the tip of the boat, covering his back with a wide bamboo hat, looked like a statue, suddenly raised his head, raised the bamboo song in his hand, and inserted it deep into the bottom of the river, into the crevice of the stone.
With the help of stones, the boat resisted the countercurrent on the bank, waded through the shallower and shallower river, and finally reached the pier.
However, before his passengers had time to land, they were surrounded.
There were seven people who came, standing in a line on the pier for half a month, each holding a repeating crossbow in their hands, pointing their spears at the people on board.
In the permeating mist, the spearhead glowed with a cold silver light.
"Don't move," said an equally stern and clear voice, "Each of these seven crossbow bolts is highly poisonous, and you definitely don't want it to touch your skin."
Lu Dongqing looked intently, and it was a woman who was speaking, surrounded by seven crossbowmen.
The woman was wearing a white dress with a simple and elegant appearance, but she was holding a machete that did not match her appearance.
The diameter of the scimitar was longer than her arm, and the iron looked heavy. She held such a knife in her hand, but she didn't show the slightest fatigue, it was effortless.
Her body leaned forward slightly, her shoulders and arms stretched into a line, her arms were like the extension of a blade, waiting with full strength, as if she was silently announcing that even if she could escape the crossbow, she couldn't escape the crescent moon white blade.
Lu Dongqing's shoulders tensed involuntarily. It had been a long time since he had seen such a strict battle, such a blatant sharp edge.
The patriarch of the Yushan clan did not allow any members of the clan to leave the valley, and the government also gave up its control over Lingquan Valley, so the ban on martial arts has no binding force here.
In other words, here is a world of its own.
The residents here are by no means just benevolent doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, they also have sharpness and skills.Since ancient times, the Yushan people have absorbed knowledge from the way of medicine, and used it to develop and inherit the way of martial arts.
They know how to heal people, and naturally they also know how to make people incurable.The martial arts of the Yushan people are by no means inferior to their medical skills.
The boat under my feet is still rocking.
In the midst of the tension, Lu Zhengqiu was the first to break the silence.He leaned forward slightly, raised his hands in a bow, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, we are not here to fight. We don't even have half a sharp weapon or a half steel needle on us. If you are worried, you can search your body to prove it." .”
The woman frowned, looked him over from head to toe, and then signaled to the crossbowman with her eyes.
The crossbowman gave her instructions, and slowly put the crossbow in his hand on the ground, while he jumped onto the board of the boat and approached the master and apprentice in turn.
He touched the two uninvited guests from head to toe, and he was sure that he couldn't find any sharp objects, so he turned his head and winked at the woman on the shore.
The woman's expression softened a little, she turned to Lu Zhengqiu, and said seriously: "If you two are tourists who stray into this place by mistake, please go back, Lingquan Valley never accepts outsiders."
After finishing speaking, she cast a reproachful look at the dumb boatman.
The boatman lowered his head, bowed respectfully, and then propped up the penny, intending to push the boat back to the water.
"Wait," Lu Dongqing yelled to stop him, "We didn't enter by mistake, but came to see the patriarch."
The woman had already turned around to leave, but when she heard his words, she stopped abruptly, turned her head, touched him from head to toe with her eyes again, and asked, "Why does the patriarch want to see you?"
The mist dispersed a little in time, and Lu Dongqing could almost see the cold light flashing in her eyes.
The gaze was so cold that the young man instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he quickly took a deep breath, forced himself to straighten his back, and replied: "Because I am not an outsider, I am Jiang Yun's son."
The way the woman looked at him suddenly changed.
Not only that, even the crossbowmen behind her opened their eyes wide, and their bodies shook slightly.
Jiang Yun.
In Lingquan Valley, even children have heard this name, the name of the sinner who brought disaster to the Yushan tribe.
The woman narrowed her eyes and asked word by word: "Is this true?"
Lu Dongqing asked back: "If it's a lie, why should I pretend to be a sinner's son?"
The woman stared at him, silent, as if thinking about his words.
When the two confronted each other, Lu Zhengqiu's gaze was locked on the woman. He noticed that the woman's fingertips holding the knife tightened, like a sign of a strike, so he quickly took a step sideways and came to the apprentice. arms, protecting Holly behind her back.
The ship plank under his feet shook more violently.
Lu Dongqing looked into the woman's eyes and said in a deep voice: "My mother is no longer alive, Nizi Dongqing has something important to ask, please meet the patriarch."
The woman still didn't answer, but clenched the scimitar in her hand even tighter.
He also said: "As long as I see the patriarch, no matter how I punish my crimes afterwards, I will never complain."
Lu Dongqing asked: "What if?"
Lu Zhengqiu turned his head, and as soon as his eyes met the opponent's sight, they drifted away involuntarily, as if hesitating for something.
The look of hesitation was fleeting, he closed his eyes, and changed into his usual calm tone: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, if the patriarch doesn't agree to your request later, what are you going to do?"
Lu Dongqing smiled wryly: "I don't think he will agree."
Lu Zhengqiu asked again: "Did your mother mention him before?"
Lu Dongqing said: "I only remember that my mother once had a pair of brothers from the same family. The senior brothers were young and promising, and they inherited the mantle of the patriarch early on."
Lu Zhengqiu pondered: "Then the one who was unfortunately killed nine years ago should be this senior brother."
Lu Dongqing nodded, and said again: "The one left behind may be the current patriarch, but I have no memory of him at all."
Lu Zhengqiu comforted him and said: "Since you can't remember it, you don't have to think about it, just play it by ear."
The young man lowered his head, looked at the swaying ship planks and the waves rolling up to his feet, he was silent for a while, and then said again: "Master, this time you are risking yourself, and your future is uncertain, otherwise you should go back to Wutong Town and wait." look at me..."
Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "You just told me to guard you, and you want to drive me away?"
Lu Dongqing was stunned: "At this moment, at that moment, I'm afraid..."
"With Master accompanying you, what are you afraid of?"
Before the young man finished speaking, Master's palm was already on his shoulder.
The strong knuckles were attached to his body, and the reassuring touch came through the fabric. On this swaying lonely boat, it was like a solid iron anchor, making his heart gradually calm in the waves down.
There was an unbelievable illusion in his heart, as if he had been relying on the support of this hand all this time, so that he stood firmly on the boat, without squinting, without trembling, as he walked towards the road ahead covered by the mist March.
No one is born a knight.
No one's courage is born out of thin air.
He questioned himself, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed—the master was many times stronger than himself in terms of martial arts and character.My one-sided selfishness is really clumsy and stupid in front of Master.
He raised his hand and touched the back of Master's hand with his fingertips.
Then, the two of them cast their gazes into the distance at the same time.
In the distance, on the other side of the mist, a dark wooden reef gradually floated into view, and four wooden posts appeared and disappeared in the spray.
The long and narrow reef goes deep into the river, and the waves from the bottom of the boat swing to the bottom of the wooden pile, turning into cascading waves, and pushing back in the opposite direction.
There is the wharf of Lingquan Valley.
The boatman who had been standing on the tip of the boat, covering his back with a wide bamboo hat, looked like a statue, suddenly raised his head, raised the bamboo song in his hand, and inserted it deep into the bottom of the river, into the crevice of the stone.
With the help of stones, the boat resisted the countercurrent on the bank, waded through the shallower and shallower river, and finally reached the pier.
However, before his passengers had time to land, they were surrounded.
There were seven people who came, standing in a line on the pier for half a month, each holding a repeating crossbow in their hands, pointing their spears at the people on board.
In the permeating mist, the spearhead glowed with a cold silver light.
"Don't move," said an equally stern and clear voice, "Each of these seven crossbow bolts is highly poisonous, and you definitely don't want it to touch your skin."
Lu Dongqing looked intently, and it was a woman who was speaking, surrounded by seven crossbowmen.
The woman was wearing a white dress with a simple and elegant appearance, but she was holding a machete that did not match her appearance.
The diameter of the scimitar was longer than her arm, and the iron looked heavy. She held such a knife in her hand, but she didn't show the slightest fatigue, it was effortless.
Her body leaned forward slightly, her shoulders and arms stretched into a line, her arms were like the extension of a blade, waiting with full strength, as if she was silently announcing that even if she could escape the crossbow, she couldn't escape the crescent moon white blade.
Lu Dongqing's shoulders tensed involuntarily. It had been a long time since he had seen such a strict battle, such a blatant sharp edge.
The patriarch of the Yushan clan did not allow any members of the clan to leave the valley, and the government also gave up its control over Lingquan Valley, so the ban on martial arts has no binding force here.
In other words, here is a world of its own.
The residents here are by no means just benevolent doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, they also have sharpness and skills.Since ancient times, the Yushan people have absorbed knowledge from the way of medicine, and used it to develop and inherit the way of martial arts.
They know how to heal people, and naturally they also know how to make people incurable.The martial arts of the Yushan people are by no means inferior to their medical skills.
The boat under my feet is still rocking.
In the midst of the tension, Lu Zhengqiu was the first to break the silence.He leaned forward slightly, raised his hands in a bow, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, we are not here to fight. We don't even have half a sharp weapon or a half steel needle on us. If you are worried, you can search your body to prove it." .”
The woman frowned, looked him over from head to toe, and then signaled to the crossbowman with her eyes.
The crossbowman gave her instructions, and slowly put the crossbow in his hand on the ground, while he jumped onto the board of the boat and approached the master and apprentice in turn.
He touched the two uninvited guests from head to toe, and he was sure that he couldn't find any sharp objects, so he turned his head and winked at the woman on the shore.
The woman's expression softened a little, she turned to Lu Zhengqiu, and said seriously: "If you two are tourists who stray into this place by mistake, please go back, Lingquan Valley never accepts outsiders."
After finishing speaking, she cast a reproachful look at the dumb boatman.
The boatman lowered his head, bowed respectfully, and then propped up the penny, intending to push the boat back to the water.
"Wait," Lu Dongqing yelled to stop him, "We didn't enter by mistake, but came to see the patriarch."
The woman had already turned around to leave, but when she heard his words, she stopped abruptly, turned her head, touched him from head to toe with her eyes again, and asked, "Why does the patriarch want to see you?"
The mist dispersed a little in time, and Lu Dongqing could almost see the cold light flashing in her eyes.
The gaze was so cold that the young man instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he quickly took a deep breath, forced himself to straighten his back, and replied: "Because I am not an outsider, I am Jiang Yun's son."
The way the woman looked at him suddenly changed.
Not only that, even the crossbowmen behind her opened their eyes wide, and their bodies shook slightly.
Jiang Yun.
In Lingquan Valley, even children have heard this name, the name of the sinner who brought disaster to the Yushan tribe.
The woman narrowed her eyes and asked word by word: "Is this true?"
Lu Dongqing asked back: "If it's a lie, why should I pretend to be a sinner's son?"
The woman stared at him, silent, as if thinking about his words.
When the two confronted each other, Lu Zhengqiu's gaze was locked on the woman. He noticed that the woman's fingertips holding the knife tightened, like a sign of a strike, so he quickly took a step sideways and came to the apprentice. arms, protecting Holly behind her back.
The ship plank under his feet shook more violently.
Lu Dongqing looked into the woman's eyes and said in a deep voice: "My mother is no longer alive, Nizi Dongqing has something important to ask, please meet the patriarch."
The woman still didn't answer, but clenched the scimitar in her hand even tighter.
He also said: "As long as I see the patriarch, no matter how I punish my crimes afterwards, I will never complain."
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