Chapter 23 First Visit to Ganzhou

After Laba, the children of the family will go home for the Spring Festival, and the stews of various places are busy arranging to stay behind. Rong Hui also wanted to go back and have a look, so he took the task in the morning and asked Wu Jun for leave.

Wu Jun sat in the study of the steward's office, asked Rong Hui to sit down first, and then asked Dao Tong to bring him a cup of tea before smiling and explaining, "Well, it's going to arrange for the younger brother to travel, so this year I will trouble him to stay behind..."

"Travel?" Rong Hui was stunned: "It's so fast!" Knowing that it was the Yang family who settled the accounts after autumn, he had to drive himself down the mountain. He took a deep breath and couldn't help sneering in his heart: "In the eyes of such a sect as 'Danxia Mountain', a missing disciple is nothing!" He slowly exhaled and took advantage of the slope to go down the donkey: "My cultivation has indeed reached the bottleneck. I just took advantage of this trip to find a breakthrough."

Wu Junsu is experienced and has prepared a set of words. Seeing Rong Hui's acquaintance, he was a little embarrassed and comforted him: "Brother, you don't have to worry. It will be in May and June next year at the earliest. According to the usual practice, the younger brother can also enter the 'Collection Pavilion' once. He also talked about the left-behind thing: "People can leave, but I can't stop the progress here. It is said from above that all left-behind disciples will get double wages from 'Little Year' to 'Lantern Festival'.

"Why, the real world also has a double salary at the end of the year?" Rong Hui smiled and agreed, "Then you're welcome!" He took a set of blanks and materials on the spot and flew back to his residence.

Under the morning sun, in front of the stone table, Rong Hui patted the table. After opening the boundary of the courtyard, the two faces only collapsed and sat on the stone bench. He couldn't help sneering: "Dare to be weak, and you are not even qualified for the New Year. Even if you are one of the seven elders, even if you are cultivated, you will be embarrassed to kill me on the mountain!"

He was upset: "Escape back to the boundary? With my current cultivation, I'm afraid I can't get in. The vast land of Shenzhou, the fairy road is vast, and where can I go again!" After pondering for a long time, my heart was flat: "I don't believe that the eight masters in the mountains are iron plates. Danxiazi is extremely weak after 'stepping on the sky'. He should not leave his left! Others, can't I win if I can't win?" Take a deep breath, set your mind, pick up the materials, and go to the workshop.

Rong Hui's trip down the mountain quickly spread all over the mountain. Some people saw it and sighed secretly: "I offended the Yang family. It's hard to suffer less. Ask for more blessings!" Rong Xue and Ling Xiao were shocked and came to discuss together: "What should I do?" Rent a Lingtian, just stay at the foot of the mountain, and don't go anywhere!"

"We have now become their 'eyes' and are still wandering in front of their eyes. If it is pulled out one day, who can really say something? At the table in front of the room, Rong Hui sat on the stone bench with tea and shook his head with a wry smile: "Let's keep your back hands and fly away!" Take a deep breath and tell Rong Xue: "You concentrate on practicing on the mountain, follow the rules, and don't do anything!" If there is a chance to bring a letter to my family, just say that I have gone out for a trip. Somehow, I suddenly remembered Sister Yun, and I only hugged her once. The mouth was moved: "They...they, take more care..." As he said, the sour water surged straight up, quickly pressed his breath, patted his chest and moved away the topic: "If you want me to bring, just open your mouth!"

Rong Xue couldn't hear the meaning of his words. She was shocked and remembered a saying: "The smaller the gap, the more you understand the strength of your opponent!" As a practitioners, she has been convinced that if the ancestors of the Yang family wanted to pinch herself to death, she would never make any effort and suddenly stuck in her throat: "No, nothing!" His eyes were wandering and absent-minded, but a tear came from the corners of his eyes.

Ling Xiao was also a little uncomfortable and took the initiative to ask about the itinerary: "Have you decided where to go and what else to prepare!"

Fake cars and horses are thousands of miles away, and fake boats are endless rivers. The practitioners fly short distances, midway weapons, and long-distance beasts. Rong Hui weighed his own cultivation, and five thousand miles is considered a long distance. But I'm shy, and I can't afford to buy a spirit beast. After thinking for a while, I came up with a plan and made a decision: "Buy a boat. I want to go to Nanjing to have a look."

"Good place!" Ling Xiao nodded and agreed: "At the feet of the emperor, who dares to be presumptuous!" Several people discussed for a while and dispersed.

"Little New Year" is approaching, and the children of the family have gone home one after another. Rong Hui was relieved to hear that the Yang brothers and sisters had gone down the mountain. When I dreamed back at midnight, I thought of the family reunion in previous years, and this year I was alone, and my heart was full of excitement. Simply start work day and night, sleep when you are tired, and don't think about these annoying things. He has made great progress, and when he is attached to the array, his senses are clearer. After several trade-offs, only a lot of materials have been saved.

During the Spring Festival, the task is handed in one day. In the study of the stew office, Wu Jun saw the cursive-like array on the billet, frowned for a long time, and then squeezed out a sentence: "Brother Xiaohui, you can't break the jar! How can I hand in such materials!" There is a great reprimand.

"Oc's it? Come according to the standard and check it later!" Rong Hui was so tired that he didn't have time to "play Tai Chi" with him. Sit down and take up the tea presented by the Taoist child and drink it as soon as he opens his mouth. After he injected spiritual power and verified it one by one, he asked, "How about it?"

Wu Jun was stunned and remembered the rewards on the mountain. He was so happy that he bowed repeatedly: "Ghost axe magic work, ghost axe magic work!"

Rong Hui worked hard to streamline these small magic arrays, hoping that the elder in charge of "Pearve Peak" could think of himself at a critical moment. After all, he is not the "culprit", not to mention that the dead are dead, and the living people are more useful. After a few words with Wu Jun, he still received a batch of tasks, returned to the workshop with materials, and continued to work.

The sun and the moon are full, and the winter goes and spring comes. After the Lantern Festival, the children of the family returned to the mountains one after another. It is February of the 14th year of Hongxiao to restrain his mind and straighten out his affairs. In the past two months, the grassland has been frozen for thousands of miles, and the Great Wall has been busy for the Spring Festival, so the conflict has gradually decreased, and the price of raw materials has also dropped slightly. After Rong Hui earned 10,000 taels of IOU, he decisively ended his work and began to prepare for the tour.

The Ganjiang waterway, from Ganzhou in the south to Hongdu in the north, is more than 3 million miles long. The East China Sea has not been peaceful for a long time. After the imperial court opened the "City Shipping Division", the overseas goods passed the customs and went straight up along the Beijiang River, loaded them in Shaoguan, transported them along the Jingyue trunk road to Ganzhou, and finally shipped to various parts of the world.

Ganzhou is not only an important town in Jingnan, but also a famous city for East-West gatherings. On this spring, the flowers bloomed, and Rong Hui came to Ganzhou with 10,000 two "big and medium-sized banknotes." Outside the no-fly zone, the town is built against the river. At the intersection of the two rivers, it stretches for hundreds of miles and looks like a crescent moon. The waterways in the city are crisscrossed, arch bridges, white walls and walls, narrow alleys and square stones. Between the green mountains and clear water, it looks like a huge ink shaft.

He looked high and recorded the situation in the city before he fell down. He went to the gate and hired a black carriage with a flat head and went straight to the port of Jiangdong. The streets in the city are wide and wide, and the streets are noisy during the day and brightly lit at night.

He sat in the soundproof car and looked through the screen window. On the bluestone paved street, there were monks who opened shops, mortals who worked hard, merchants who sold goods, and young people who visited the market. People come and go, and the traffic is flooded. At a glance, he saw several bald swordsmen wearing crane white socks and stepping on wooden clens. He was slightly stunned and asked in a low voice, "Who are those people on the roadside just now?"

The driver is a middle-aged man, and his spiritual cultivation has a "innate realm", which is only half a step away from building a foundation. Hearing the question, he casually responded: "It's the Dongying warrior." He recognized the disciples of "Danxia Mountain" on his body and didn't say a word.

"Dongying Samurai?" Rong Hui was stunned and remembered the imperial court's national policy of "rejecting east and west, helping the north", and asked the driver, "Samurai? Don't they have monks?"

"Their monks don't ask for 'the way of heaven' and 'martial arts', that's why they are called warriors." The driver is an old man in the city. Seeing that this "Danxia Mountain" disciple is ignorant, he kindly explained: "If you meet that kind of polite person, you can relax to deal with him. If you encounter that kind of shawl, you have to be careful."

"Nonsense!" Rong Hui couldn't help slandering: "Who doesn't know that 'barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes'? How dare you wear a dress to find someone to fight?" Another topic changed: "I heard that 'Yipintang' is very popular. Is it really such a good business?"

The driver heard the smell, cheered up, and explained with a smile: "The store is as good as its name, and the magic weapon of the same kind is better than that in his store!"

Rong Hui heard the "Yipintang" stock price in the "sound sun" every day, and he had the intention to visit this "old Liang" on the road to make a fortune. After all, after staying on the mountain for half a year, I also knew the situation of the world: "One day when the boundary collapses, if I can occupy the mountain, even if I can't sit on an equal footing with 'Danxia Mountain', I can stabilize the Yang family. At that time, let's settle the new and old accounts together!" He also asked about the forces in Ganzhou: "What are the best ones in this city besides our 'Danxia Mountain'!"

"After the decline of the Lin family, the 'Chun Shen Lingjun' Huang family came in." The driver knew everything and said, "In addition, the boat gang, the Oriental Chamber of Commerce, the Western Chamber of Commerce, the Zheng family of Yungu, and the Zeng family of Chashan are all invited to do red and white weddings in the city."

"Spring Shen Lingjun? Four virtuous families? That's a force that won't even offend 'Danxia Mountain' easily!" Rong Hui was a little stunned: "Xianjue seventh class, 'spiritual man' rank three grades, 'Taoist' rank two grades, 'real person' rank first grade, 'real person' above 'jun'. Since ancient times, in addition to his cultivation as Tongxuan, he was either the founding father of the country, a meritorious minister from the dragon, or the in-laws of the 'emperor', or made great contributions. There are also three immortal lords above, "Lingjun", "True King" and "Taojun". Those who have won the title are all transcendent masters in the world.

He remembered these palms and hurriedly asked, "Is it the 'Chunshen Lingjun' of Gwangju?"

"Who dares to pretend to be this 'golden signboard'!" The driver smiled and said, "The 'Four Sages Family', relatives and friends are all over the world. Who doesn't give a thumbs up!"

"That's it!" Rong Hui nodded and accepted: "It is said that although their cultivation is high, they are virtuous and approachable. They are real gentlemen." But he sighed for the emperor: "It is said that if you seal the 'jun', there will be a fief land, which can be founded. The greater the reputation, the greater the impact and the greater the threat. It's not easy for you to look at such four thorns every day!" He also asked the driver about the situation in the city. When he was born, he talked about the incision of the rivers and lakes, and he coiled up with the driver, and there was no airs.

It is rare for the driver to talk to the disciples of the big school, know everything, talk endlessly, and talk with the reins. The car traveled fast and crossed the street. It took half an hour to get to the port. When Rong Hui heard the news, he couldn't help sighing: "A Ganzhou city has such a scale, and Nanjing and Yanjing will look like!" After paying for the car, he glanced at a "Three Treasures Dock" on the roadside and greeted him with a smile.