Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 89: Yanxiawuke

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 dreamlike state.

The reason is that on the one hand, I feel that this practice has almost come to an end. Even if the practice state consumes less, my body is a little hungry and unbearable. On the other hand, Ji Yuan heard a familiar voice.

It was that servant Wei Tong. He was the servant who made the drunken man fall into the water on the upper boat and cursed the boatman angrily.

Ji Yuan only met the young master once, so he had no intention of meeting him, but Ji Yuan felt that he still needed to meet this rich young man.

Not for myself, I just thought of a big herring. If the herring can save this young master, it may not have saved other people before. Such a kind spirit should have some reward after all, and this young master is also capable of making such a big fish. The kind of person who will definitely reciprocate.

So before the carriage in front came over, Ji Yuan stood up, shook off the water drops on his body, and jumped down from the tree with a slight jump.

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 block the road directly, so he walked slowly along the roadside.

After a while, three equally slow carriages caught up with Ji Yuan. It looked like they were catching up with and about to pass a lone passerby.

The carriage driver and the servant Wei Tong, who had been looking outside, also subconsciously observed this lonely passerby in simple clothes, but they didn't think much about it.

But the coachman had more life experience after all, and he could vaguely see that the clothes of passers-by were a little wet.

Ji Yuan had already heard the breathing of everyone in the carriage. Just when the first carriage was about to pass him, he seemed to turn his head to look at the carriage inadvertently.

Zhongzheng’s clear voice sounded.

"Does this young man in the car still remember the incident of Chunmu River falling into the water?"

Ji Yuan's voice didn't seem loud, but it reached everyone's ears. The coachmen were all puzzled and didn't react, but those on 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 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 was just the angle of the question that made Ji Yuan slightly stunned, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong if he thought about it carefully, so he just shook his head in denial.

"Haha... Of course I am not a guest on a boat, I just happened to meet you by chance..."

At this moment in the car, the young master had put down his book, but he did not get up and poke his head out to look outside. As a person who knows martial arts, it is a bit embarrassing for him to be drunk and fall into the water and have to be saved by others, although he doesn't know how to do it. water.

The master didn't say anything, but the servant didn't forgive him, and he didn't believe Ji Yuan's words.

"What? Are you happy to see our young master falling into the water? You must have been laughing in some corner of the boat at that time? You look like a poor guy and you don't know how you got on the boat!"

To be honest, although Ji Yuan's clothes were not considered rich, they were not considered poor either. Naturally, the servant was deliberately sarcastic in his anger.

As for the thought of being a servant, it was nothing at first, but now the people in the car also feel uncomfortable.

"Okay Wei Tong, stop talking and ask the coachman to go faster!"

The young man in the car snorted coldly, feeling that he had expressed his dissatisfaction in a well-mannered manner.

The coachman also quickly quickened his pace, holding the horse's reins and walking forward.

There were constant noises over there, and the lady and maid in the car in the middle were whispering.

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

"Well, I heard it too. It seemed like there was something wrong with a passerby, and that guy Wei Tong was quarreling with someone again."

"Who is that person?"

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

In the third carriage was an old woman and two other servants. They also opened the carriage curtain and looked ahead. It was just because of the fog that it was difficult to see clearly from a distance, but their faces were also dissatisfied. .

Watching the carriage speeding up, Ji Yuan frowned. It was the first time in his life that he was so disliked without even saying anything about something.

Looking at the servant with wider eyes, and after scanning the three carriages, Ji Yuan spoke again.

"Let's stop the car!"

This time the volume was raised a bit, and the end of the words had a certain tremor. It was another combination of martial arts skills and magic power. It was not very loud, but it made the listener feel itchy in the ears and heart.

What was slightly beyond Ji Yuan's expectation was that before anyone could react, the old horses on the three carriages stopped one after another, causing the drivers to stagger. They couldn't pull the horses, as if these animals didn't want to leave.

The car stopped suddenly, and many people in the three carriages were shaken forward. Wei Tong, who was leaning his head, staggered out of the carriage with an "ouch" and almost rolled down.

The young man in the car was also a little shocked. He immediately picked up a sword leaning against the car and then jumped out of the car with vigorous movements.

Seeing that the young lady and maid in the car behind seemed to want to get off, she quickly spoke up to stop.

"You stay in the car, Chunfang, and take care of the young lady!"

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

"Who are you? What do you do with Mr. Wei?"

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

Looking at the way the coachman and the horses refused to leave, everyone else and the young master in white felt a slight creepy feeling in their hearts, as if they had encountered something evil and evil.

Until this moment, Ji Yuan stopped his slow pace, turned around and looked at the young master intently. He was still dressed in white, and his appearance was similar to what he had seen in the early morning.

"Well, this young master is actually a very skilled warrior!"

After saying this, Ji Yuan apologized and handed over to the coachman.

"I'll be sorry for a moment, and I'll leave after I finish speaking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yuan's eyes turned around, and the topic of conversation also changed accordingly.

"This young man was drunk and fell into the boat. Did he remember the underwater scene?"

"Underwater?"

Seeing the young master's frown, and the fact that it was dark at the time, he probably didn't have much of an impression. Ji Yuan no longer dwelled on the issue, and Zhongzheng's voice sounded slightly soothing and filled with emotion.

"That night on the Chunmu River, the orioles were singing and dancing in the boats, drinking and having fun. The young master fell into the river when he was drunk. You should have drowned in the Chunmu River, but a big herring lifted you up to the river. Only then did you wait. Several boatmen came to rescue you. I wonder how much memory the young master has?"

This is because Ji Yuan no longer practices, and the fog has become much thinner. It is just because his appearance and words were so shocking that no one else present noticed the change in the fog.

Big herring saves people?

The young man had a look of horror on his face, because that night in his dreams he could always dream of a blue-white flash across the turbidity in front of his eyes, and he was still a little confused the next morning. Could it really be a herring?

Then the young man in white suddenly thought of something, looked at Ji Yuan and said:

"Are you the one eating porridge on that boat?"

"Haha, maybe it is, maybe it is not. Young Master, you may or may not believe it. If you have the heart to repay your kindness, at the same time every year, you can send someone or yourself to the Chunmu River to pour a jar of rice wine at home. I carved a small herring statue and prayed for it when I had time to repay the life-saving grace."

Although some things cannot be forced, Ji Yuan does not want his hard work to go to waste easily, and a small "show of saintness" is okay.

Not bothering to wait for anyone else's reaction, Ji Yuan glanced at the servant, and then slightly bowed his hand towards the young master in a friendly manner.

"When you meet a person, look at his clothes first, and look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. When you meet a servant, you are like meeting your master, so take care of yourself!"

After saying this, Ji Yuan turned around and walked away. The moisture on his damp clothes was dispersed as he walked, as if he was surrounded by smoke. In contrast, the surrounding fog was quickly fading away.

In a few breaths, before the fog completely dissipated, Ji Yuan had already stepped into the fog and lost his figure. But after just a few more breaths, the fog completely dissipated, and there was no longer anything in front of him or in the distance. Mr. Gray.

"The fog has lifted? Where is that person? Why is he missing?"

"Have you seen it? That's not a mortal!"

"This, this person, isn't this person a god?"

"I don't think it's evil either... Could it be that we really saw gods!?"

The carriage drivers were shocked and excited, shouting incessantly. The more they spoke, the more convinced they were of the immortal they saw, especially when the soothing mist dissipated as the person disappeared. explain the problem.

The young man in white holding the sword was speechless for a long time.

In the carriage at the rear, the maid, the old woman, and the servants all got out of the carriage. How could they stay in the carriage under such circumstances?

Looking at the clear world where the fog suddenly disappeared, and listening to the drivers talking more and more excitedly, everyone had an extremely mysterious feeling, not to mention the young man in white himself.

"Brother, brother~~!"

"Huh?"

The young man in white looked at his cousin as if he had just woken up from a dream.

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

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

It is said that immortals can soar into the clouds and ride on the mist. As the mist dissipates, the other party may have already soared into the clouds and flown away...