Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 573

Yunmengze.

Rivers crisscross and lakes are dotted everywhere.

A dusty ox cart stopped in front of a clear lake, surrounded by lush green reeds. When the wind blew, the green reed leaves swayed, making a rustling sound, like a turbulent ocean.

In the reeds.

Small birds could be vaguely seen chasing each other, or scurrying away as if frightened.

"Sir, there is no way forward."

Qing Mang looked up and asked doubtfully, "Do we still want to move forward?"

Feng Qingyan, dressed in white, walked out of the ox cart, walked along the lake, looked into the distance and said, "The mist is rising from Yunmeng Lake, and the water is overflowing from Wanli Lake."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Qing Mang flattered him.

Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while, then walked back to the ox cart and said, "Let's keep going."

"promise."

Qing Mang nodded, then pulled the ox cart and walked away through the reeds.

In the world-famous Yunmeng Lake, in addition to large stretches of emerald green reeds, there are also countless aquatic plants, interwoven into a thick layer of grass roots or floating felt.

This is naturally a good place for birds and fish to live, reproduce and fatten.

After flying for thousands of miles, a dark forest like a thick black line appeared in front of them, which surprised Qing Mang. He asked, "Your Majesty, there is a forest in Yunmeng Lake?"

Feng Qingyan lifted the car curtain upon hearing this, and indeed saw a dark forest in front of him. The trees in the forest were very lush, blocking out the sun. From a distance, it was shrouded in a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

It's like a place where ghosts live.

"Hey, there is a big river in front of the forest. Wow, this river is so big and long." Qing Mang said in surprise as he ran. Seeing the big river running through the Yunmeng Lake for thousands of miles, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Your Majesty, what river is this?"

“This should be the Nu River.”

Feng Qingyan Road.

"Nujiang? What river is it? Is it famous?"

Qing Mang asked curiously.

"The Nujiang River originates from the Tianbi Mountain, flows through the Jian Kingdom, Shu Kingdom, Ba Kingdom, Yunmeng Lake, and flows into the Shenwei Lei Sea along the Shenwei Lei Lake. In the lower reaches of the Nujiang River, the north of the river is the Shenwei Lei Lake, and the south of the river is the Baiwan Mountains; in the middle reaches of the Nujiang River, the northeast is the Yunmeng Lake, and the southwest is the Wushan Territory..." Feng Qingyan said, "Because the river water is turbulent and rolling in the upper and lower reaches, like a thousand horses galloping, unstoppable, it is called the Nujiang River. Only when it flows through the Yunmeng Lake will the river water be calmer..."

"Your Majesty, since the Nu River is tens of thousands of miles long, why is it only called the Wanli Nu River?"

Qing Mang was puzzled.

"Ten thousand miles is just an approximate number."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"Your Majesty said that in the middle reaches of the Nujiang River, the southwest is the Wushan Territory. So, is the forest in front of us the Wushan Territory?" Qing Mang said, and after a pause, he continued, "Your Majesty, are you going to the Wushan Territory?"

"maybe."

Feng Qingyan looked at the black pottery flowerpot. The red spider lilies were still pointing to the southwest. He was afraid that it was really the Wushan Realm.

Huhu——

The Yunmeng Lake is in turmoil.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, as if it was going to rain heavily.

"Your Majesty, it's going to rain." Qing Mang said, but he didn't stop and continued to gallop towards the dark forest ahead.

Rumbling--

But in the blink of an eye.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering the entire world, and ferocious lightning struck down.

slam-la-

It rained heavily.

"My Lord, do you need to find a place to hide from the rain?"

Qing Mang asked, and then he saw a white pavilion built in the large lake on the left front side that was connected to the Nujiang River.

If it was a sunny day, the water and the sky would be one color, blending perfectly together. "Your Majesty, there is a pavilion in the lake where you can take shelter from the rain."

Qingmang Road.

When Feng Qingyan nodded, Qingmang pulled the ox cart and hurried to the white pavilion in the lake. On one side of the white pavilion, there was a white railing corridor and a white stone platform, which was just enough to park the ox cart.

When Qing Mang parked the ox cart on the stone platform, he asked in confusion, "It's strange. How can there be a pavilion in a deserted swamp? This pavilion doesn't look newly built, but it's very clean, as if someone comes to clean it often."

Feng Qingyan walked out of the ox cart and quickly came to the pavilion.

The pavilion is not small, about three meters wide.

Feng Qingyan looked at the pavilion and gazed at the dark forest in front of him. He saw mist covering the sky, thunder and howling wind. The dark forest seemed to have become even more terrifying.

"Sir, there won't be any ghosts hiding in that forest, right?"

Qing Mang said with some concern.

"Yunmengze is the place where Yunzhongjun was deified. How could there be any ghosts?" Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

However, the rain not only did not stop, but it got heavier.

Like a column of water.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a large ship upstream of the Nujiang River."

Qing Mang did not go into the pavilion, but stood outside the pavilion, squinting his eyes and looking at the big ship that was looming in the mist.

Feng Qingyan looked when he heard it, and indeed saw a large ship approaching.

At this time, the big ship did not go down the river, but sailed into the lake. It seemed that they had already seen the pavilion and were sailing slowly towards it.

After a while.

The big boat arrived in front of the stone platform outside the pavilion, and several young men and women in white clothes with swords on their backs flew down from the boat. They were all around twenty years old.

Someone from the Sword Country?

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

These young men in white clothes and carrying swords, handsome men and pretty women, all have extraordinary temperaments and seem to be at the warrior level.

But in the Sword Country, they are called swordsmen.

They looked at Feng Qingyan and glanced at Qingmang, then walked into the pavilion. Feng Qingyan nodded to them. No matter what, the people of Jian Country had done him a favor...

"Brother, it is rumored that there is a divine writing brush in Yunmeng Lake that is famous all over the world. I wonder if it is true or not?"

A woman asked curiously and looked around.

"We are not those writers, what use is there for the magic pen?" A young man shook his head and said, "But speaking of it, this magic pen is indeed very extraordinary. It can make the writing come alive..."

"How to create life?"

“It is like using a divine brush to draw a bird. The bird will have spirituality, gradually become a spiritual creature, and fly out of the painting.”

"Wow—"

And at this time.

Several large and small boats appeared in the upper and lower reaches of the Nujiang River, which made the men and women with swords on their backs in the pavilion alert. Moreover, they stared at Feng Qingyan coldly, with a sharp sword intent emanating from their bodies.

Feng Qingyan frowned. What was going on?
Why did so many ships suddenly appear on the river?
All these ships were heading towards the Great Lake.

"Who are you?"

A young man with a sword on his back asked coldly, his eyes fixed on Feng Qingyan, "What is your purpose in surrounding us?"

"If I say I was just passing by, would you believe me?"

Feng Qingyan smiled and said.

"Do you think we'll believe it?"

The young man with the sword on his back had a gloomy expression and a fierce sword intent burst out from his body.

At this time, several boats sailed into the lake and docked beside the promenade outside the pavilion. Young people walked off the boats in the rain and all headed towards the pavilion.

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(End of this chapter)