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Yi Huawei then took out an ancient recipe book with the words "Yunyan Zhenxiu" embroidered in gold thread on the cover and handed it to Lin Zhennan:
"This is the menu and secret recipe of Yunyan Inn. According to the plan, you should open Yunyan Inn at the same place where Fuwei Escort Agency is located. The dishes and drinks of the inn must be made strictly according to the secret recipe to ensure uniform quality. The inn is not only a place for people to rest, but also a channel for us to collect information."

Lin Zhennan flipped open the menu, which had pictures and texts of the dishes. The cooking methods, ingredients and unique secret recipes of each dish were clearly recorded. He was secretly amazed that Yi Huawei's layout was so far-reaching, not only to revive the Fuwei Escort Agency, but also to build a huge intelligence organization. He looked at Yi Huawei deeply:
"This recipe is so detailed, I'm sure it will produce the most delicious food in the world."

Yi Huawei smiled slightly: "Delicious food is just a means to attract guests. The key lies in the layout and operation of the inn. Every Yunyan Inn must be equipped with a dedicated person to collect information, whether it is rumors, government dynamics, or local customs and practices. All of them must be recorded in detail. After this information is summarized, it will provide us with valuable decision-making basis."

Lin Zhennan clasped his hands together and said solemnly:
"Rest assured, sir. I will do my best to complete the task you have assigned me."

Yi Huawei patted Lin Zhennan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I believe in your ability. From today on, you and I are in the same boat. I will provide you with the necessary support and help. If you have any difficulties, you can always send someone to Huashan to find me."

"Mr. Lin understands. However, the funds and manpower needed to open a branch of the escort agency and an inn..." Lin Zhennan said hesitantly with a troubled look on his face.

Although the Fuwei Escort Agency was rich, it was obviously unable to support such a huge expansion. What's more, after being tricked by the Qingcheng Sect, the Fuwei Escort Agency not only had to lose money, but also suffered damage to its reputation, which had a huge impact on the business of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

"As for funding, I will first provide you with some start-up capital, and you can slowly accumulate it through the business of the escort agency and the revenue of the inn. As for manpower, in addition to recruiting by yourself, I will also arrange some trustworthy people to assist you in various places."

Yi Huawei had already considered these issues, and said in an orderly manner: "Qingcheng Sect has a lot of savings, we will take them later... If there is still a gap, I will send it to you within three months, and we must not delay the progress of the plan!"

"Thank you, envoy. I will definitely live up to your trust."

Lin Zhennan felt no burden at all in taking the money from Qingcheng Sect, and even felt a little grateful.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Madam Lin's breathing had evened out, Yi Huawei nodded and said, "Madam Lin, you should go down the mountain now and hire some people to wait at the foot of the mountain. Chief Escort Lin and I will go get the property. You will be able to see Junior Brother Lin in a few days."

"Yes! Thank you very much!"

Mrs. Lin bowed again, glanced at her husband, turned and walked towards the dungeon exit.

"I'll go first, and you follow behind."

Yi Huawei smiled, tapped his toes, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After asking several Qingcheng Sect disciples, he and Lin Zhennan spent most of the day searching the secret room for all the gold, silver and jewelry.

He kept two gold bars, two hundred taels of silver notes, and some small change for himself, and gave the rest to Lin Zhennan. He also left a handwritten letter, asking him to pass it on to Yue Buqun. Then Zhang Lehui said goodbye to the two and rode away to the northeast.

half a month later.

On the official road in the southern suburbs of Luoyang City, a red horse was walking slowly on the cracks in the stone road. Yi Huawei tightened the Ningbi sword wrapped in coarse cloth and glanced at the mottled arrow marks on the rammed earth wall in the distance.

As the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty who had supervised the construction of the city wall in Xianyang, Yi Huawei subconsciously estimated the defensive fortifications of this city wall - the thickness of the rammed earth layer was less than one-third of that of Xianyang City, the distance between the battlements was too wide, and the moat was seriously silted up. If such a city defense was placed in the Warring States Period, it would probably be inferior to even a small border town in South Korea.

When he passed Xuanwu Gate, a foul smell made Yi Huawei frown. The urban sewage system here was obviously much more backward than that of the Qin Dynasty. The open ditch on the street was filled with dark brown filth, and several dishevelled beggars were scooping out the sewage with wooden ladles. He touched the mint cream in the leather bag on his waist, which was made from herbs collected along the way, and it could barely resist the pungent smell.

"Sir, are you staying at the hotel or just stopping by for a meal?"

The waiter of Yuelai Inn came up to him with a Bianliang accent. Yi Huawei looked up at the three-courtyard building. Half of the gargoyles on the eaves were missing, and the paint on the doorposts was peeling, but the corridor on the second floor had a new mortise and tenon structure.

Yi Huawei got off his horse and threw a piece of silver over: "I want room number 1, room number 2. I want hot water every day at 3:30 a.m. and the bedding must be fumigated with mugwort. I also want to feed my horse some fine feed, and the extra will be a reward to you."

"Thank you, sir. Please come in!"

After receiving the silver change, the waiter showed a hint of joy on his face. He bowed and walked forward to take the horse reins.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, the room is simply furnished yet eccentric. On the elmwood desk by the window stands a three-legged bronze oil lamp; on the six-curved screen in the corner is a painting of the popular ink landscape of the dynasty.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Yi Huawei changed into a green cloth robe, wrapped the Ningbi sword in a coarse cloth and carried it on his back. When walking along the south bank of the Luo River, the river moved nearly a hundred steps eastward from the position he remembered - this should be the result of the impact of the Yellow River changing its course.

The river was flowing, the surface of the water sparkling, reflecting the rising sun. Several shirtless boatmen were shouting and dragging a canal boat, their bare backs covered with whip marks.

Yi Huawei's eyes fell on them. This scene reminded him of the brand on the necks of the prisoners in Mount Li. Those people tortured by fate, their pain seemed to travel through time and space, overlapping with the suffering of these trackers in front of him.

"Twenty cents a boat ride, I'll take you to see the Yique Buddha Shrine."

The boatman paddled the bamboo pole close to the shore and shouted loudly to Yi Huawei, who looked like a tourist.

Yi Huawei smiled slightly, nodded, and walked onto the ship. When he boarded the ship, he deliberately tested the joints of the shipboard and found that the tung oil putty was not filled densely enough. This kind of craftsmanship would be punished in the Qin Dynasty. He shook his head secretly in his heart. People today seem to have forgotten the rigor of the ancients.

The boatman was an old man with wrinkles all over his face and a look of vicissitudes in his eyes. He was holding a bamboo pole and moving slowly forward on the Luo River.

When the boat reached the Yique Buddha shrine, Yi Huawei looked up and saw the mountains on both sides facing each other. The Buddha shrine was built against the mountain, and the stone statues were standing or sitting in different postures. These Buddha statues have gone through the baptism of time and witnessed countless ups and downs, honors and disgraces, but they still stand here quietly.

After visiting the grottoes, dusk gradually deepened.

Yi Huawei climbed up the Tianjin Bridge. Looking at the broken sunset glow in the Luo River, he suddenly remembered the sunset by the Wei River outside Xianyang City. The sound of war drums 1,500 years ago overlapped with the evening drums at this moment. The Wu dialect tune came from the black-sailed boat passing under the bridge, which made Yi Huawei a little dazed. On the third day, it was drizzling in the sky, and the fine raindrops fell like cow hair.

Yi Huawei decided to visit the White Horse Temple. When he arrived at the temple, the door was closed, so he raised his hand and knocked on the doorknob.

After a while, the door creaked open and a young monk poked his head out. The young monk was still young, with a childish face, wearing a gray monk's robe and a black monk's hat.

"Donor, are you here to burn incense?" the young monk asked politely, clasping his hands together.

"Young master, I would like to go into the temple and take a look." Yi Huawei returned the greeting.

"Please come in, benefactor." The young monk stepped aside to make way and led Yi Huawei into the temple.

The temple is filled with smoke and Buddhist chants.

Some monks were chanting in the main hall, while others were cleaning the courtyard. Yi Huawei walked along the stone path, admiring the architecture and Buddha statues in the temple. He came to the Eastern Han Dynasty Sutra Pillar, slowly squatted down, and identified the inscriptions by the traces of rain. The words on the Sutra Pillar have been eroded by time, and some of them have become blurred.

After leaving the White Horse Temple, Yi Huawei walked aimlessly on the street, where people were hurrying by and vendors were shouting their wares.

I strolled to a teahouse, which was full of people drinking tea and chatting.

Yi Huawei found a seat by the window and sat down. The wooden bench was still warm from the previous guest. He asked for a pot of the most common Longjing tea. The tea master carried a long-spouted copper kettle and skillfully poured boiling water into the coarse porcelain tea bowl.

The teahouse was bustling with people of all kinds, including traveling merchants, chivalrous knights, down-and-out scholars, and even some cunning figures with hidden talents.

Whether talking loudly or whispering, the topics covered were all inclusive, but they all could not avoid the current chaotic situation.

Some people are worried: "In the court today, party struggles are getting more and more intense. The Donglin Party, Qi, Chu and Zhejiang parties have their own ulterior motives and fight overtly and covertly. The Donglin Party regards itself as a clean stream and advocates reforming bad policies and rectifying the court system, but it is inevitably accused by some political opponents of forming a party for personal gain. The Qi Party, Chu Party and Zhejiang Party each have their own affiliations, or cling to the powerful, or collude with eunuchs, and fight against each other for power and interests. The emperor is overwhelmed by the intrigues in the court, but he is unable to control the situation. In the court, ministers argue fiercely for a correct policy or an appointment, and even fight each other. The orders are changed every day, and the people are full of complaints..."

"That's right, there are foreign invasions in the border areas again..."

Another person took over the conversation, his tone full of helplessness: "The Tatars, Wala and other tribes in the north constantly invaded the border, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil. The people on the border lived in dire straits. Although the court sent troops to resist many times, the war was repeatedly frustrated due to poor command. The sea in the south was not peaceful either. The Japanese pirates colluded with pirates and frequently plundered coastal villages and towns. Fishermen dared not go out to sea to fish, and merchant ships were also deterred. The people could only live a hard life in poverty..."

"When the world is in chaos, it is us ordinary people who suffer."

Someone else spoke up, his words full of bitterness.

Someone nodded in agreement: "Ah~~, who said it wasn't true!"

Everyone nodded and sighed one after another.

Although people in the Jianghu traveled in the Jianghu, they also had to face the turmoil of this chaotic world. The Jianghu and the imperial court were intertwined, and the unrest in the imperial court would also affect the order of the Jianghu.

Sitting on a wooden stool, his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the coarse porcelain tea bowl. The tea soup was a light yellow-green color, and a few tea leaves were swirling at the bottom of the bowl. Yi Huawei took a sip, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

Yi Huawei listened to the discussions of the tea drinkers and pieced together the fragmented information in his mind. The court situation and the border wars reminded him of the Qin Dynasty. At that time, the streets and alleys of Xianyang City were also full of similar discussions, but the content gradually changed from "the six countries united" to "the disputes in the rivers and lakes".

After all, people in the martial arts world have their own world, and they are more concerned about the changing situation in the martial arts world.

Someone suddenly raised his voice, with a bit of excitement in his tone: "Have you heard? There have been a lot of exciting things happening in the martial arts world recently! Take the Jade-faced Swordsman Yue Huawei for example, he is quite famous now!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their eyes to the person who spoke.

Seeing everyone paying so much attention, the man couldn't help but feel proud, and continued: "Yue Huawei is the second disciple of the leader of Huashan Sect. He is an extraordinary person! Don't underestimate him. He is young, but he has done many earth-shaking things. Let's talk about Tian Boguang first. He is a famous flower thief in the world. He is very skilled in martial arts and cunning. Many heroes have fallen into his hands. But this jade-faced swordsman Huawei just crippled him! This battle was really thrilling. Yue Huawei relied on his superb swordsmanship to beat Tian Boguang without any ability to fight back. Tian Boguang could only kneel down and beg for mercy in the end, but Yue Huawei was merciless and directly crippled his martial arts. Now he is still begging on the street! This time, the world of martial arts is really a sensation!"

One person said indignantly, "It's what he deserves! This rapist has ruined the reputations of so many girls and caused so many families to be ruined. It's too easy for him to just destroy his martial arts!"

"You don't know this. Once a martial artist loses his martial arts, he is no better than ordinary people. Tian Boguang has many enemies. I'm afraid he would rather die than live!"

"He deserves it! In my opinion, Master Yue is too merciful. He should be chopped into pieces!"

Everyone listened attentively and nodded in praise.

The person who was speaking took a sip of water and continued, "There is also Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, who is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless. He used all means to fight for the Sword Manual of Exorcism, and even captured Chief Escort Lin of the Fuwei Escort Agency. Hero Yue went straight to the door and had a battle with Yu Canghai. The battle was really thrilling, and the two of them fought with swords, and every move was fatal. In the end, it was Hero Yue who was more skilled and defeated Yu Canghai. This really made the Qingcheng Sect lose face, and also made Yi Huawei's reputation even louder!"

The people around were so excited that their blood boiled and they all applauded. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Is the Huashan Sect so powerful? What else is there? What other deeds did Master Yue do?"

The man smiled and said, "There are also the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan Sect. They are a group of highly skilled martial artists who have always been domineering in the martial arts world. When Liu Zhengfeng of Hengshan Sect retired from the martial arts world..., Yi Huawei was not afraid at all and defeated them one by one. Now, no one in the martial arts world dares to underestimate Yi Huawei! He is now truly famous in the martial arts world!"

Everyone was stunned and admired Yi Huawei's martial arts and chivalrous heart. Someone couldn't help but say: "Yue Huawei is really a hero! If there were more people like him, the martial arts world wouldn't be so chaotic..."

Hearing this, Yi Huawei felt his cheeks getting hot. He coughed lightly, put down ten coins and quietly left the teahouse.

(End of this chapter)