For two months, Li An and his two companions traveled eastward along the big lake from the Xihu border, and finally arrived at a small village outside Dongyi City.

If Yelu Xuan had not been injured, with both legs disabled, and needed to conceal his whereabouts to avoid unnecessary trouble, the three of them would not have chosen to sail, and would have arrived here earlier.

Li An woke up from the couch in the cabin. He didn't even need to turn over to ask the people outside to know that they had arrived at their destination because the air was filled with a damp and charming smell, just like dried salt thrown into a glass of sweet wine, which turned into an amber color and hid the complexity of the journey in its mellow fragrance.

Get out of bed and get dressed.

For those who practice martial arts, there is no difference between day and night.

Outside the cabin, a bright moonlight shines on the city wall built of huge stones. The endless layers of strange architectural shadows inside appear opaque and not dazzling at all. Outside is the harbor, and the salty sea breeze blows left and right without a fixed pattern.

Soon, the boat docked.

After taking a sip of water, Li Anxing went out of the cabin.

Yan Xiaoyi was holding a black gold longbow, sitting at the highest point of the entire ship, drinking a glass of wine and staring at the huge monster in his sight. His expression was calm, but the bow in his hand was tightened, and even the quiver was at his feet, never far away.

Li An stepped forward and was about to walk to the bow of the ship.

And his last stomp seemed to break some kind of balance, and actually attracted one of the masters who had been accumulating strength for a long time. He broke through the air and came from far away, landing on the dock in front of him and revealing his figure.

"Long time no see, Shisanlang."

Ang Lee greeted him with a smile. The two were of similar age and had a lot of common topics in the past.

Seeing Wang Shisanlang smile bitterly and bow, Li An nodded and then distracted his attention. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw several sword intentions scattered around the boat. Although the sword intentions were extremely sharp, they were not rounded.

Apart from feeling a little off, it was spitting out its tongue like a poisonous snake, and the overwhelming power seemed to be ready to take action at any time.

Yan Xiaoyi felt the hairs on his body stand up, and when he saw that the National Master did not move, he knew that these were his opponents!

Except for Wang Shisanlang, the other four sword intentions had blocked the surroundings, forming a fan shape to control several possible escape directions. He flicked his wrist, turned the bow, pulled out three arrows in a row, and aimed the bow in one direction!
Although the encirclement is wonderful, as long as you break a corner, the sky will be wide and the sea will be open!

In the dark, the man pointed at by Yan Xiaoyi's arrow actually had a vague feeling of facing his master, as if he would be beheaded in the next second, and he was unable to move for a while.

The scene was very quiet at this time.

Even softer than the sea breeze.

"Lee An."

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly over, and the driver had a lewd but friendly smile. Who else could it be but Wang Qinian?
Fan Xian pushed aside the curtain, revealing a bright smile, "It's been a long time since we last met. Can you tell me why you came to Dongyi City?"

Glancing at the other party's broken arm, he blinked slightly in an unaccustomed manner, and then said: "Dongyi City is a good place. This is my first time here."

"Is this really the first time?"

Fan Xian suddenly asked a question that no one else could understand.

"It is indeed the first time, the first time in every sense of the word." The first time in this life or the next.

"Although I am not the master of Dongyi City, I welcome Mr. Li's arrival," Fan Xian pointed at the carriage under him and said, "How about getting in?"

"Let's go, don't keep that person waiting anxiously!" Li An jumped lightly. His magical and strange lightness skills could even allow him to walk on the water without the help of external force. What's the difference between this and flying?
As he moved, the swordsmen who were lying in ambush on all sides moved.

Sometimes it really makes people sigh: Dongyi City is a ghost place, with a small area, creating a myth.
Right here on this coastal dock in the dark night, there are actually seven ninth-grade masters and a grandmaster. It's truly a place full of masters!

As a welcome ceremony, it was obvious that Si Gu Jian was a success!

Yan Xiaoyi's arrow disappeared from the black gold bow without knowing when. Except for the trembling bowstring, his body did not move at all. However, the second arrow was already on the string. This time, perhaps he would not hold back.
The carriage slowly drove away from the dock.

On the outside, three swordsmen and Wang Shisanlang followed silently, practicing Qinggong. The other swordsman who had taken action first was now holding his left arm tightly. Blood had soaked his arm, and there was no arrow on it. It was thought that the opponent had pulled it out.

The person driving the carriage also changed from Wang Qinian alone to him sitting with Yan Xiaoyi.

"Two people came?"

In the carriage, Fan Xian and Li An were drinking from jars like good friends. The former glanced meaningfully in the direction of the boat and asked softly.

Li An clinked his glasses with Fan Xian, wiped his lips, and said with a smile, "I guess so."

"As for you, are you still comfortable without an arm? Have you ever blamed me?"

He shook his head, but Fan Xian still looked a little disappointed. Listening to the rustling footsteps outside and the increasingly powerful sword intent from the direction of the city, he swallowed the liquid in his mouth happily, "You are confident enough to dare to break into Dongyi City alone in such an open and aboveboard manner."

"Ah~"

"It seems that you have been so confident since the first time I met you. By the way, did you really not know martial arts at that time? Logically speaking, Uncle Wuzhu should have been right."

"I really didn't have any skills at that time, and I just tried to stay calm and hope for the best."

Li An hadn't drunk alcohol for a long time. If there weren't so many people outside, he really wanted to have a good drink with Fan Xian without thinking about anything.

“Anyone who hopes for luck is a gambler.”

"You are not cut out to be a gambler."

Inside the car, there was hearty laughter, and Fan Xian's attitude also made the atmosphere much more relaxed. This man really had this kind of charm, as if when he needed to act, he could get into the role as quickly as possible, making people relax, even if the other party was an enemy.
"But you dare to face Uncle Wu Zhu who can rival the Grandmaster without any martial arts skills. With such a mentality, it's no wonder that your cultivation has improved so quickly. I'm not as good as you!"

"Dry!"

The wine jugs in the hands of the two men clinked together again.

The carriage was moving, and the chatter inside the carriage was coming to an end.
After they put aside their so-called "friendship", the wine and drinks gradually ran out.

"When we first met, you made a judgment based on your understanding of me, which is understandable. But my question is, why do you know me so well? Even Uncle Wu Zhu?"

Fan Xian looked at Li An's eyes, carefully observing the changes in them, "You came from the temple, are you working for the temple?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he denied it:
“That’s not right!”

"Coming from the temple, you can indeed know Uncle Wu Zhu's past, but why did the messenger sent by the temple want to kill you? In my opinion, you are different from Uncle Wu Zhu. You are a human being, and your blood is red."

"Have you betrayed the temple?" (End of this chapter)