breaking Dawn.

The astringent fish belly Bai Fang struggled in the dark, and the mist on the branches had condensed into dewdrops.

A sunset spread out from above the sea level, and the water shimmered. There were already sparse crowds coming and going by the dock.

"Go to the entrance of Qianzhi Ridge." The man, wearing a straw hat, a wide black robe covering his whole body, and carrying a teenage girl, lowered his voice and talked to the boatman.

The boatman glanced at the man's outfit. These days, it is not surprising that most people who took the black boat early in the morning were so mysterious. Instead, he looked at the girl lying on his back, with a veil crookedly, and hooked his neck with a sleepy face.

Because the fishy smell at the dock was too strong, Jing Che half opened his eyes, covered his nose with disgust with one hand, and impatiently shook Baili Fengjian's robe with the other hand urged him.

Father and daughter? They are not similar. The boatman secretly speculated about the relationship between the two. Could it be a child bride?

However, no matter what the relationship between the two is, you can tell at a glance that you have to go to Qianzhiling. There are only two types of people like this, who have huge treasures or traitors. Anyway, no matter which one, they are rich people. If you don’t make a rant, who would be willing to go to a gloomy place like Qianzhiling: "It’s too far away, I won’t do this business."

"Ten times the price." He interrupted his words, and Baili Fengma had a lazy tone of wealth and arrogance.

"This--" The boatman was happy when he heard the price, but he still looked as if he was a businessman, pretending to hesitate and thought for a while, and then agreed, "Okay."

But he was already laughing in his heart. He didn't expect that this person would take such a generous move. Not to mention going to Qianzhiling, even if it was Zhenyi people's business, he did it, and said, "You two will pay twice the deposit first. I will prepare the freshwater and food, and then you can drive the boat."

Baili Fengjian threw a purse to him without saying a word, and then walked onto the boat with Jing Che on his back.

The boat was quite small, and the cabin was divided into three compartments with simple wooden boards, one containing debris, a kitchen, and a large bedroom.

Although there are several beds in the bedroom, which are spacious and spacious, it is really embarrassing to go to Qianzhiling to float on the sea for at least three nights. It is really embarrassing to squeeze in one room by the master and apprentice.

Jing Che's sleepiness had already subsided, and his eyes rolled around, and he didn't feel anything wrong. He pointed to the bed beside the window, fearing that others would snatch it from her, and announced arrogantly: "I want to sleep with this one."

Baili Fengjian put her on the bed, picked a random bed and sat down, and habitually took out the wine gourd hanging on his waist.

After waiting for a while, the boatman boarded the boat. The boat slowly left the shore in the direction of the rising sun. The rising sun was scattered on the window paper more and more enthusiastically, and was divided into golden colors by the carved boat windows.

He finally set out on his return journey, far away from the territory of Lincang people, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I have been so thrilling these days, and even the arrogant and lazy person is tense.

What he was most worried about was his little apprentice who was too aggressive and had no power to tie his hands. Secondly, he also suspected that Jiangnan, which had always been relatively calm, had always been in chaos recently. Not only did he meet the Lincang army, he even had the restoration of the Southern Kingdom who had kept a low profile for so many years, began to get ready.

Moreover, there have been so many sudden and strange things that have happened in recent days that he can't figure it out.

The demon king Guzhan, sealed in the whip stone sculpture, mentioned in the same place as Sui Sheng asked Ache to go to? What exactly is hidden at the bottom of the imperial tomb, and what does it have to do with Ache? What does it have to do with the Zhenyi tribe?

The antique mirror world stone with complicated patterns that Gu Zhan insisted on giving A Che was engraved with the words Zhen Yi. Could it be the key to enter the bottom of the imperial tomb?

There is also the senior who was expelled from the Sword Saint Sect and named Su Yue, and wait... Su Yue? Baili Fengjian suddenly thought of something.

The underground palace of Wangchuan was originally Yuefeiling, Yuefei Su Yueyi was the concubine of Yaohedi Yuanji, and the stone sculpture of the bird was of the same era as Yaohedi. So are Su Yue and the other Su Yue the same person? If they are really the same person, and the disciples of the Sword Saint Sect entered the palace to be concubines, that would be really horrifying.

But everything was just speculation, and he couldn't think of any clues.

Yes, letting go of these other people's affairs, the seal on his shoulders that was inexplicably branded was enough to bother him...

It was like a mystery slowly rolling into a snowball. He tried to peel it apart and see it clearly, but suddenly he found that he was already in the snowball, looking at the leopard in his tube, and trying to peek into the core of the secret.

Forget it, he is not a person who is troubled by himself. He just needs to live by and wait until he returns to Jiahuang Mountain before making plans.

He stretched out his frown without realizing it, and was about to raise the gourd and take a sip. When he raised his eyes, he saw an enlarged face in front of him. The pink and fair skin could still be seen through a layer of veil. The soft fluff on the girl's face in the rising sun was vaguely visible, and a pair of hazy peach-blue eyes were looking at him with a malicious expression.

"Master, have you been poured out by me? Why are you still drinking?" He looked like an adult, bowed his body slightly with his hands behind his back, and his little face in front of him was righteous and pointed at his master as if he was decent.

But when it comes to drinking, Baili Fengma tried his best to restrain the urge to pick her up and throw her up directly into the sea.

Before he could sue this, his little apprentice started to point fingers. The wine in the gourd was made from the restaurant today. The taste was not bad, and he could only barely penetrate the throat. The wine she poured out without hesitation in the Wangchuan underground palace before was a jar of Luo Fuchun, which was hard to find in the world. Now only his Yunqinfeng has buried more than a dozen jars behind him.

At that time, he was really so angry that he was so angry that he couldn't help but think about it. Now when he thinks about it, he begins to feel distressed.

He did not deny that he was addicted to alcohol. He even regarded this as a reason for his depressedness.

Seeing that his face was slightly calm and he didn't speak, Jingche quickly snatched the wine gourd in his hand, and raised it high above his head pride, saying, "Master, if you drink too much wine, your mind will be confused. Ache will reluctantly help you pour it."

"Dare you?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp and dangerous breath exuded a sharp breath.

Generally speaking, those who know how to observe their expressions know that if a person who used to be inappropriate and careless people showed this expression, it would be a sign of anger.

Thinking that with the previous example of the master and apprentice making a very unpleasant thing about drinking, Jing Che would not do whatever he wanted this time. But Baili Fengma once again underestimated her.

It is really too objective to say that she doesn't know how to restrain herself.

Jing Che will never be among the general public. She does her own way and acts boldly. She has never developed the habit of looking at people's faces since she was a child, and naturally she will not. What's more, if she thinks that what she does is good, she will never waver.

It was because of drinking that the master had lost his fighting spirit and could not even save the world. He clearly knew that so many people were looking forward to him and longing for his sword to be pulled for his tribe, but he just didn't eat it, he only knew how to drink and be a turtle with a head-shrinking turtle.

He said that it was because he was afraid of death that she didn't believe it. If he was really afraid of death, he wouldn't be alone in the Hongchen Inn, nor would he fight with the demon king Gu Zhan for her. He always looked drunk and ignored it, but she knew that he cared about a lot.

In her eyes, the world is divided very simply, either black or white, either love or hate. She could not see the winding and twisting hidden feelings. She only knew that sentient beings were looking forward to him and that he had this ability, so he should save the world. But he drank too much alcohol, which led to occasional inconsistency.

So she wants to help her master.

His hand reached out of the window, making his clothes roar roar sound. The wine in the gourd swayed against the roaring sea breeze and fell on the tumbling sea surface. The sea breeze poured into the cabin with a fishy smell, and was soon covered by the violent fragrance of wine.

However, Baili Fengjian was extremely calm and looked at her actions without looking, neither laughing nor angry, and a layer of compassion appeared in her eyes for no reason.

Not compassion for anyone, but for himself.

"A Che," he called out very casually, but it sounded very serious. It was not the tone of elders to juniors in the past, but like a heart-to-heart talk with a confidant who had been dating for many years, "it was useless."

Don't save him anymore, it's useless.

Every word of his seemed to be taken out of the jar of wine that had been brewed for a hundred years, and it was filled with sorrow. The numbness brought by the wine had penetrated every inch of his bones.

A drinking man admitted very firmly that he was drunk. So was he drunk?

Jing Che was also stunned by the sad expression on his face.

She didn't know if she had done something wrong. She just wanted to tell her master not to drink anymore. But why did the master look like this?

When he walked over, he squatted to him like a gentle rabbit, and his elbow was placed on his knees, and he could see all his expression clearly.

This beautiful and vicissitudes of face is as handsome as an ancient magic sword. However, the sword scabbard is covered with rust spots, full of decadence and desolation. His irreconcilable appearance, his carelessness, his indifference, and his drunkenness and dreams are actually his cover-up. All his ambitions, anger, talent and hot pillow are wrapped in the sword scabbard.

All of them are original intentions and have never been corrupted.

The Divine Sword himself refused to unsheath, and no one in the world could pull him out.

"Ache just wants to help his master, and then his master will save the world." The little girl's eyes were burning.

He gently stroked her long hair, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was terrible: "But, Ache, do you know that the blood that has caused me in this world is so bloody that Master has no way to face."

He stared at his dark pupils with ignorance, and the sea breeze was so bitter.
Chapter completed!