Lanke Chess Edge

At this moment, when he heard the sound of a carriage passing by and the conversation on the other side of the carriage, Ji Yuan also woke up from the dream-like state.

The reason for this is that on the one hand, he felt that this training was about to come to an end, even though he was in a low consumption state, his body was a little hungry, and on the other hand, it was because Ji Yuan heard a familiar voice.

It was Wei Tong, the servant. He was the voice of the servant who angrily scolded the boatman when the son got drunk and fell into the water upstairs.

Ji Yuan and that young master just met once, so naturally he has no intention of meeting him, but Ji Yuan thinks that he still needs to meet this rich young man.

Not for myself, but I just thought of a big herring. That herring can save this young master. It may not have saved other people before. Such a kind spirit should be rewarded after all, and this young master is also capable of repaying a certain amount that kind of person.

So before the carriage in front came, Ji Yuan stood up, shook the water droplets on his body, and jumped off the tree with a light leap.

Although it was daytime, this was the place with the deepest fog, and the visibility was less than two feet. After thinking about it, Ji Yuan still felt that it was not appropriate to directly block the road, so he walked slowly by the side of the road.

After a while, three slow-moving carriages caught up with Ji Yuan, looking like they were catching up with and about to overtake a lone passerby.

The carriage driver and the servant Wei Tong who had been looking outside all the time also subconsciously observed the plainly dressed lonely passerby, but they didn't think too much about it.

On the contrary, the coachman has more life experience after all, and he can vaguely see that the clothes of the passers-by are a little wet.

Ji Yuan had already heard the breathing of the people in the carriage, that is, when the first carriage was about to overtake him, he seemed to turn his head to look at the carriage inadvertently.

Zhongzheng's clear voice sounded.

"The young master in the car, do you still remember the incident of Chunmu River falling into the water?"

Ji Yuan's voice didn't seem to be loud, but it reached everyone's ears. The coachmen were puzzled and didn't react, but the people in the car were already shocked.

The servant Wei Tong looked at Ji Yuan and opened his mouth to ask.

"Are you also a guest on the upper boat?"

The servant thought that Ji Yuan recognized him, so he knew that his son must be in the car, but he never thought that Ji Yuan had never seen him clearly.

It's just that the angle of the question made Ji Yuan slightly stunned, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with thinking about it, so he just shook his head in denial.

"Hehe... I'm naturally not a guest on a boat, it's just a chance to meet me..."

At this time, the son in the car had put down the book, but he didn't get up and stick his head out to look at the people outside. He is a person who knows martial arts. It would be a bit embarrassing for him to be rescued by others when he was drunk, even though he doesn't know how to drink water. .

The young master is silent, but the servant doesn't let go, and doesn't believe Ji Yuan's words.

"What? You see our young master is very happy to fall into the water? You must have been snickering in a corner of the building at that time, right? Seeing how poor you are, you don't know how to get on the boat!"

To be honest, although Ji Yuan's attire is not rich, it is not poor either, the servant is naturally sarcastic in his angry words.

It was nothing to be led by the servant's thoughts, but now the people in the car felt awkward.

"Okay, Wei Tong, stop talking, let the coachman go faster!"

The young man in the car snorted coldly, consciously expressing his dissatisfaction very politely.

The coachman also hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward holding the rein of the horse.

There was constant noise, and the lady and maid in the middle vehicle were whispering.

"Chunfang, did you hear that voice just now?"

"Well, I heard it too. It seems that a passer-by has something to do, and Wei Tong got into an argument with someone again."

"Who is that person?"

"I don't know, it seems to say that I also saw the young master fall into the water on the boat that day..."

In the third carriage sat an old nanny and two other servants. They also lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked ahead, but it was difficult to see clearly because of the fog, but their faces were also dissatisfied.

Seeing the carriage speeding up, Ji Yuan frowned. He really thought that people would dislike him for mentioning this matter, but it is too real to allow people to explain and leave after scolding.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the servant, and after scanning the three carriages, Ji Yuan spoke again.

"Let's stop the car!"

This time the volume was raised a bit, and there was a certain tremor at the end of the words, which belonged to another combination of martial arts skills and magic power. It was obviously not very loud, but it made the listeners feel itchy.

It was just a little bit unexpected that before the people could react, the old horses pulling the carts on the three carriages stopped one after another one after another, dragging the drivers to a staggering level, but they also pulled He didn't move the horses, as if the animals didn't want to go away.

The car stopped suddenly, and many people in the three carriages were shaken to the front. Wei Tong, who was poking his head, staggered and fell out of the carriage with a "Ouch" and almost rolled down.

The young master in the car was also a little startled, and immediately picked up a sword leaning against the car, and then jumped out of the car nimbly.

Seeing that the maid in the car behind seemed to want to get off, she hurriedly stopped her.

"Stay in the car, Chunfang, and take care of Miss Good!"

After saying this, the young man who was still dressed in white looked at the coachman who was pulling the horse, and then looked intently at Ji Yuan who was standing not far from the carriage. He always felt that this man had a kind face.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of finding Wei?"

The sound just now was strange, and the car parked even more evilly, and I don't know if it was because of the distance, the other party seemed to be vaguely melting into the fog.

Seeing the reluctance of these horses to leave, no matter the bystanders or the young man in white himself, at this moment, there is a faint sense of horror in his heart that he has run into a ghost.

It was only at this moment that Ji Yuan stopped his slow pace, turned around and looked at the young man, who was still dressed in white, and his appearance was similar to what he saw in the early morning.

"Well, this son is still a martial artist with good skills!"

After saying this, Ji Yuan apologized to the coachman and bowed his hands.

"Trouble me for a moment, I will leave after finishing my work."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yuan's gaze turned, and the topic of the conversation also changed accordingly.

"This son was drunk and fell into the boat at the time, do you remember the underwater scene?"

"Underwater?"

Seeing the young master's frown, and the fact that it was dark at that time, he probably didn't have much impression, and Ji Yuan didn't bother with this issue any more, and Zhongzheng's voice sounded a little relieved and with a touch of emotion again.

"On the night of spring on the river, Yingge Yanwu was drinking and looking for joy in the boat. The young master fell into the river when he was drunk. He should have drowned in the river. It was a big herring that lifted you to the surface of the river, and only a few boatmen waited. I came to save you, I wonder how much memory the young master has?"

At this time, because Ji Yuan no longer practiced, the mist had thinned a lot, but because his appearance and words were so shocking, no one else noticed the change of the mist.

Big herring to save people?

The young master had a horrified expression on his face, because that night in his dreams he could always dream of a bluish-white streak across the turbidity in front of his eyes, and the next morning he was a little confused. Could it really be a herring?

Then the young man in white suddenly thought of something in his mind, and looked at Ji Yuandao.

"Your Excellency is the person who eats porridge in that boat?"

"Hehe, maybe it is, maybe it's not. You can believe it or not, my lord. If you have the heart to repay your kindness, at the same time every year, you can send someone or yourself to pour a jar of rice wine at the section of the Chunmu River, and carve a small pot of rice wine in your home." There is a statue of a herring, and I have time to pray for it, which is considered to be repaying the life-saving grace."

Although there are some things that cannot be forced, Ji Yuan does not want his painstaking efforts to be wasted easily, and a little "showing the saint" is fine.

Too lazy to wait for other people's reaction, Ji Yuan took a look at the servant, and bowed his hands slightly towards Brother Young Master in disapproval.

"Look at the clothes first when you see people, and when you see a servant, it's like seeing the master, so you can do it yourself!"

After saying this, Ji Yuan turned around and walked away. The moisture on the wet clothes on his body was dispelled as he walked, as if he was surrounded by haze, which was mysterious. In contrast, the surrounding fog was fading away quickly.

After a few breaths, before the mist completely dissipated, Ji Yuan had already stepped into the mist and lost his figure, but after only a few more breaths, the mist completely dissipated, and there was no gray clothes in front of him or in the distance. gentlemen.

"The fog has cleared? Where is that person, why is he gone?"

"Did you see that, it's not a mortal!"

"This, this person, this person can't be a fairy?"

"I also don't feel like Xie Chong... Didn't we really see the gods!?"

The coachmen were startled and excited, shouting incessantly, the more they talked, the more convinced they were seeing an immortal, especially the refreshing mist disappeared as the person disappeared, which could explain the problem even more.

But the young man in white who was holding the sword was speechless for a while.

In the carriage at the back, the maid, the old mother and the servants have all got off the carriage, how can they stay in the carriage in this situation.

Looking at the clear world where the mist melted all of a sudden, and listening to the drivers talking more and more excited, everyone felt extremely mysterious, not to mention the young man in white himself.

"Brother, brother!!"

"ah?"

The young man in white looked at his cousin as if waking up from a dream.

"Oh! Brother, why don't you chase after me! Don't you know martial arts!"

The young man in white turned his head to look ahead, and then looked up at the dark clouds in the sky... Cousin said lightly, chasing? How to chase?

Legend has it that the immortal can ride the clouds and ride the fog, and as the fog clears, the other party may have already flown away...