Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 110
After lunch, Lin Zhennan grabbed Jiang Wen with a sigh, and wanted to show him around the landscape of Fuzhou City, recalling the days when he swam with his arms together and waved his spirits.

Jiang Wen thought about it. Seven years ago, the two of them ran around among the wormwood and thorns. , The donkeys who followed them tried to slip away several times.

But looking at Lin Zhennan, who talked about reminiscing about the glorious years in front of his children and won the admiration of a pair of children, Jiang Wen still chose not to expose it rationally.

"Daddy is amazing! When I grow up, I want to be a hero!"

The youngest daughter, Lin Yueru, showed strange looks in her eyes and applauded repeatedly.

The older Lin Xiu also looked excited, as if he wished to take his sword and leave the world.

Jiang Wen originally wanted to compliment the other party hypocritically that Linerluannv was at his knees, but when he glanced at the three apprentices who were hiccupping and bewildered, he suddenly felt that he was under a lot of pressure, so there was no need to hurt each other.

"Chief Escort Lin, just now I heard you said something strange happened to the three mountains and two towers in Fuzhou City, so let's go around there and go to a place where nothing happened."

Jiang Wen insisted again and again, saying that he now respects ghosts and gods and stays far away—the child does not talk about strange powers, and he will not get involved with the things that gods and gods talk about, just hang around the door.

After all, Lin Zhennan couldn't hold him back, so he put on a brocade suit, took two bodyguards as guards, and walked out of the gate of Fuwei Bodyguard Bureau together with Jiang Wen.

The two of them each took a jug of wine and walked westward.

Fuwei Escort occupies a vast area, it is located on Ximen Street in Fuzhou City, which is the street extending from Ximen to the city.

The city gate with soldiers and tax collectors is called Yingxian Gate. Outside the gate, the Baima River winds around the gate, and willow trees are planted all over the place. The evening wind blows like silk hanging down. It looks like a brocade, and the wind is intoxicating. The harshness of winter.

At this time, couples of pedestrians came back from the gate and obediently paid a penny of city gate tax to the tax collector.It was Lin Zhennan's turn to bring the bodyguards to pass by, but he just nodded his head, and the soldiers at the city gate let them go out without saying a word.

Since ancient times, the king of Hades is easy to see, and the little devil is hard to be. According to reason, the taxpayers guarding the city gates and the subordinates in the yamen have always been people who pick up skins at first sight and suck blood when they see each other. You have to taste the saltiness when you go out, and you can't break the rules in the euphemistic name, but you didn't expect it to be so appropriate in front of Lin Zhennan?
"Zilu, don't be so surprised. The bodyguard business, I managed to make friends with Geng Jingzhong, the eldest son of King Jingnan, and I have a lot of friendship with his subordinates, Zeng Yangxing and Bai Xianzhong, the chief soldier. On weekdays, the Fuwei bodyguards come out to welcome you. The Immortal Gate is also going straight, and the tax is paid once a season."

Lin Zhennan twitched his beard and smiled, with a mature expression that didn't match his age, and his steps seemed to be a little lighter.

Now the king of Jingnan, Geng Jimao, is old and feeble (a clerical error in the last chapter, Geng Jingzhong will take more than ten years to become a noble), many things are done by Geng Jingzhong, and now he intends to make friends with people in the world.

Lin Zhennan made the right move by relying on the Escort Information Network, and he will be able to operate stably for at least ten years in the future. This is really a clever trick.

There is also a lake in the west of Fuzhou City, which is called West Lake locally. Although the name is not as prominent as West Lake in Hangzhou, it was dug by Yan Gao, the prefect as early as the third year of Jin Taikang. The imperial garden of Wang Shenzhi's house.

The West Lake was less than two miles away from Yingxian Gate in the west of Fuzhou City, but Jiang Wen found that Lin Zhennan was panting after walking behind him, and he was sweating profusely under the belt of Jin Yiyu, obviously his physical strength was not much better.

Jiang Wen watched in silence for a long time, and finally slowed down and asked.

"Brother Lin, haven't you practiced martial arts for a long time, why are you out of breath after taking two steps?"

Chief Escort Lin was shocked, and said helplessly: "The business of the Escort Bureau has been complicated these past few years, and it has been a long time since I have had time to practice martial arts. Today I am making you laugh."

Jiang Wen patted him on the shoulder unceremoniously, pointed to his stomach and said, "I don't think it's not just that you haven't practiced martial arts, but you also drink and go to banquets every day?"

The two bodyguards from the Fuwei Bodyguard Agency glared at him behind him, as if they were very dissatisfied with Jiang Wen's offensive behavior, but they didn't go forward to reprimand him because of the majesty of the head of the bodyguard.

Jiang Wen glimpsed it out of the corner of his eye, but Quan pretended not to see it, so he approached Lin Zhennan and whispered.

"I think you did it on purpose."

Lin Zhennan had a majestic smile on his face, and he seemed to put aside all emotions of favor and disgrace, but he couldn't help but change his face when he heard Jiang Wen's words, revealing Jiang Wen's very familiar shrewd expression.

It's like the down-and-out martial artist who devoted himself to running darts and making a fortune to support his family back then.

"You saw it again."

Lin Zhennan looked around mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "King Jingnan and his subordinates are northern warriors, but they are the most suspicious. Now that they have come to this unfamiliar southern country, you said they would think and control hundreds of people. Do you want to cooperate with a knight who is a master of the rivers and lakes, or do you want to deal with businessmen who are flamboyant and just want to make money honestly?"

"Ham, with your martial arts foundation, I don't think it matters if you practice it or not. Let me teach you a kung fu that uses gunpowder gas to push the bullet forward and cause damage. It's called Qigong for short. What do you think?"

Jiang Wen suddenly realized, but still couldn't help but raise a few words.

"Also, Geng Jingzhong seems bold, but in fact he is treacherous and opportunistic. He can only help but not trustworthy. Now that you have gained a firm foothold in Fuzhou, you still need to make more preparations."

Lin Zhennan nodded gratefully, but stopped talking. He never doubted Jiang Wen's eyes.

He was originally a family-oriented person. The reason why he valued Jiang Wen so much was because Jiang Wen was the only one who could understand his true aspirations, besides caring about his old friendship.

The world is changing day by day, but a bosom friend is still a bosom friend even if we haven't seen each other for seven years, and an enemy who meets in another life will still be an enemy.

The willow banks of the two miles were quickly gone, and then a piece of shimmering gold was seen, and the city wall by the lake was approaching dusk.

The southeast of West Lake in Fuzhou is the city wall, with the city towers facing the mountains and the ancient city facing the lake. From the lake, you can see the city wall bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, hidden among the winding old trees, which is the scene of the setting sun of the ancient battlements.

"The scenery ahead is better, so let's drink there."

Lin Zhennan was also very interested, and urged.

Jiang Wen faced the wind with a sword in his hand, washed away the bitter dust of the long journey with his breath, his heart seemed to open up a little, and he said to Lin Zhennan happily.

"Brother Lin, look how moving the beautiful scenery of the West Lake is. It's more interesting than trembling over the mountain to pay homage to the pagoda."

Jiang Wen was very relieved.

Now that there are many tourists by the lake and the sun is warm, there must be no weird things happening. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to go back to the mountains after I have taught the White Lotus Sect a lesson? If you don’t believe me, there is still a group of Qing soldiers camping by the lake , how trustworthy the security here is...

Wait a minute, it looks like something weird got mixed in.

"...Why are there soldiers stationed there?"

Lin Zhennan looked at it for a while, guessed for a while from the clothes and battalion flags, and knew that these were the Han army banner men and horses brought by the Geng family. The color of the face is fixed, and the top of the flagpole is decorated with a tassel head and a pheasant tail.

Boss Lin hesitated and said: "This group looks familiar. It seems to be Geng Jing's loyal team. Recently, due to the dry winter in the West Lake, an ancient temple at the bottom of the lake has been exposed. They should be sending troops to investigate..."

Jiang Wen was startled.

"Ancient temple?"

"Exactly."

Lin Zhennan nodded slowly: "During the Five Dynasties, the ghosts in the palace and the strange stories of Huanglong seeing a house are all related to this West Lake. Since then, Min Huizong has built a large temple, and the worship is kept secret, but he doesn't know which god he worships."

"...Why didn't you say it earlier? Is it too late for us to look back now?"

Jiang Wen sighed bitterly, the tone of these words sounded so familiar, it always made him feel that he was involved in trouble like this last time.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have become too timid."

Lin Zhennan laughed.

"There was no lake here at first. During the Taikang period of the Jin Dynasty, the county guards brought water from the mountains in the northwest to inject here. It is normal that several ancient houses were submerged at the bottom of the lake. In the Five Dynasties, Wang Shenzhi, king of Fujian, expanded the city and sent his second son to connect the West Lake with the lake. A lot of historic sites were also dug up when the South Lake was connected, is that surprising?"

(End of this chapter)