Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Hangcheng.

A prosperous place since ancient times.

However, the city of Hangzhou during the Republic of China was far less vast than that of later generations. To the east of Qibao outside the Qiantang River were endless riverbank fields.

The ancient city is smaller.

It covers an area of ​​only more than ten miles.

There are six gates.

However, Hangzhou has been connected to the port since the late Qing Dynasty, shipping has been extremely developed, and the West Lake is connected to the Qiantang River.

There are countless boat shadows, all the way from the river directly to the waters of West Lake.

At this moment, at the pier by the lake, a small black-topped boat slowly docked.

The man who was punting the boat was an old man in his fifties, who had been relying on water for generations.

When I was young, I fished on the water, but now that I'm older, I can't bear to wake up in the middle of the night and come back in the middle of the night. In order to support my family, I had to sell my fishing boat and buy a small boat with a black awning.

Making a living by ferrying people on the West Lake.

This kind of small boat can carry three or five people at a time.

Any more and there will be no room to stand.

"A few of you have arrived."

After carefully tying the rope to the pier beside the pier, the old man turned back and looked at the first three figures in the boat.

He has been sailing by the lake for so many years.

Met countless people.

I think I still have some eyesight.

Not to mention that good and evil can be seen at a glance. After all, people's hearts are far apart from each other, and it is difficult to draw skin and bones.

But it’s enough to have a rough look at his identity.

However, today's trip, the three people who were picked up from the mouth of the river made him feel a little embarrassed in his heart. He secretly thought about it all the way, but he couldn't figure it out.

The three of them were dressed in Taoist robes.

He doesn't look very old.

Only the man who had closed his eyes and meditated since he got on the boat was slightly older, but he was definitely not older than thirty-five.

There are two left, a little Kundao, wearing a Taoist bun and a robe, carrying an umbrella, smiling and leaning on the side of the boat, looking at the scenery of the West Lake, looking innocent.

There was another little Taoist priest with a strange face and an astonishing appearance, not like a Han Chinese.

They are somewhat similar to those foreign devils preaching in the city.

Similar to that middle-aged Taoist.

He also has a dull temper and hasn't spoken since he got on the boat.

A bow hangs diagonally behind him.

Although it is covered with a cloth strip, you can guess it by looking at its shape.

He only occasionally spoke to Xiao Kundao.

What surprised him was that the accent was similar to that of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but... the question he asked seemed to have never been to this area.

The landscape of West Lake has been famous since ancient times.

Even if you haven't seen it, you should have heard of it.

He wondered if the three Taoists were practicing in the temple all year round and rarely went out.

But right.

It is not that there are no Taoist temples in the city.

The Fuxing Temple, Huanglong Cave, Dongxiao Palace and Baopu Taoist Temple in Hangzhou are all thousand-year-old Taoist palaces with endless incense.

He has been there several times.

Which of the Taoists in the temple is not elegant and elegant?

But among the people on the boat, only Xiao Kundao was a little softer and more approachable. The other two seemed to be characters who should be kept away from strangers.

Especially the middle-aged Taoist.

Even with his eyes closed, the deep murderous aura in his body made him frightened.

"So fast……"

This group of people is naturally the brothers and sisters of Partridge Sentinel who came all the way back from the Miao border.

At this moment, Hua Ling was still lying on the side of the boat, looking at the white pagoda on the sunset mountain on the south bank, and her mind was filled with the story of Xu Xian and White Snake that the boatman had just told.

I couldn't help but frown and muttered reluctantly.

"If Taoist nuns haven't had enough fun, I can take the three of them around the lake. The eighteen sceneries of West Lake are different everywhere..."

The old man chatted with a smile.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a partridge whistle.

"No need, how much does it cost for the old man?"

"We must get on as quickly as possible."

"...One person gets four cents, and a dime of copper is enough."

Meet his slowly opening eyes.

The old man felt that his eyes seemed to be filled with thunder, landslides, and the force of the lake pouring back, which was indescribably terrifying.

Shivering, he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

"Thank you."

Partridge Whistle took out the money, placed it on the wooden chair in the boat, and thanked him calmly.

Then he took Hua Ling and the old foreigner to the shore and walked all the way out of the ferry.

Until the three figures disappeared.

Only then did the old man dare to raise his head and take a look from a distance. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat on such a hot day.

"God, I'm afraid a killer star from the sky has come to this world."

He lifted up his sleeves and wiped his sweat.

The old man murmured softly.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the boat.

However, when I saw the shipping money they left behind, my heart couldn't help but beat hard.

A piece of silver was placed quietly on the chair.

The sun above my head illuminated the place, making it dazzlingly bright.

"Mom..."

How could he not understand at this moment that this was not an encounter with a murderous star? It was clearly a Taoist immortal coming to save people in trouble.

He had never seen such big money in his life.

Carefully hold it in your hand.

Grinning happily.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something again.

He brought Yin Yang upright to his mouth, blew hard, and then quickly put it to his ear.

A crisp buzzing sound suddenly came.

"It's true... it's true."

He heard about this method from the second boy next door who worked in a restaurant in the city.

That's what I said.

The wind trembles and the buzzing sound is real money.

He used to just listen to the excitement, but now he has tried it himself, and it is really the case.

After looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention, he carefully hid Yin Yang against his chest.

That heavy feeling.

Make him feel more at ease than ever before.

Now that I have money to buy medicine, my wife no longer has to endure the pain.

the other side.

The three people who had merged into the crowd stopped in front of a stall.

"Shopkeeper, three bowls of noodles."

"okay."

In a simple greeting.

Partridge whistle, Hua Ling and the old foreigner found a deserted corner to sit down.

We said goodbye to Pingshan in Miaojiang, but even though the three of them hurried slowly along the way without any delay, almost ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Compared to his original plan.

It's already two days late.

Not that he meant it, but the world was more chaotic than he imagined.

When passing through the area of ​​Poyang.

The two warlords fought in a melee, fighting to the death.

In desperation, the three of them could only take a detour.

Now, after arriving in Hangzhou, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Their trip was based on Peacock Mountain, an unremarkable hill less than forty miles away.

As for why the ancestors of the clan chose that place as the place to settle down.