Lord of the Desert

Chapter 281 Ye Zhan
Same day, afternoon.

More than two thousand miles from Xijing to the south, the Ao family's sand boat was slowly sailing on the water.

The Yao River is wide and has been repeatedly dredged for water transportation, so its flow rate is slow.

This trip was in early spring, traveling from north to south, and the wind did not always assist.

Even if the boatman uses the hard sail to the limit, the sand boat can travel more than three hundred miles in a day.

This speed could not satisfy Ao Fuwei.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to continue to waste his true energy, using the water-dissolving code true energy to eliminate the resistance of the ship and increase the speed by [-] to [-]%.

In this way, the ship was able to pass through Huaiyang and Shengzhou in five days, approaching the border of Zhanzhou.

For five days and nights, Ao Zhixian stood on the ship's roof and watched, except for rest.

She has seen the world change dramatically.

The leather jackets worn by passers-by on the shore were replaced by thin gowns.

The dead branches in Liangzhou were covered with new shoots from Huaiyang, and finally they grew into lush evergreens in Shengzhou overnight.

When the spring in the south completely replaced the winter in the north, Ao Zhixian felt like he was being split open.

It was only the helpless body that took the boat south, but the 18 years and the soul were still left in Xijing.

After all, she is not a lady from a kind family.

At 10:30 p.m., Ao Fuwei, whose true energy was overdrawn, returned to the cabin to rest.

Ao Zhixian personally cooked sweet soup and sent it to him, and massaged his father's legs and feet until he fell asleep.

Then, she went back to her room, changed into men's clothes, took the banknotes sealed with oil paper and wax, and went up to the deck.

Ao Zhixian does not have the martial arts talent of his father and brother, but he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has no shortage of elixirs. Now he has mastered high-level cultivation.

It's very windy tonight.

White waves rolled up at the stern of the boat, covered with moonlight.

Ao Zhixian stood silently.

A large amount of water vapor hit her face, and finally condensed into water droplets and dripped from her chin.

She didn't know her father's identity outside of the gang leader, nor did she know the destination of the ship under her feet.

Farewell to my father and brother tonight, maybe I will never meet again in this life.

Many images flashed through Ao Zhixian's mind in an instant.

The last thing happened more than a month ago, when Sheng Lifu, the leader of Chengyun Hall, knelt down towards him.

She recalled her disdain and mocking smile.

Raising half of his red lips, Ao Zhixian smiled in the same way.

When the silver bell-like laughter disappeared in the wind, she faced the waves, carried the water-relieving code, and slipped silently into the river like a swimming fish.

The wind came from the north and filled the sails.

When Ao Zhixian swam to the shore in one breath and looked back, the boat had been hidden in the moonlight and was out of sight.

She stared southward for a moment, wiped the tears and water from her cheeks, and strode northward.

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On the 25th of the first lunar month, the rainy season has just passed, and the weather is unpredictable from warm to cold.

The east wind swept long, and the ice and snow dissipated, returning to drizzle.

Outside the Anyuan Gate in the north of Xijing City, Zhu Zhixue, who was in charge of punishment and inspection, and Gu Taining, the commander of the Zhangwu Academy, waited in the rain with several subordinate officials, looking into the distance from time to time.

At 45:[-] p.m. ([-]:[-] a.m.), they waited for someone to arrive.

Outside the land, there is an official road between winter wheat fields.

Two fast horses galloped from the yellow-green, followed by a giant beast with elegant steps.

There is a sac under the jaw, the body is more than two meters long, and the shoulders are two feet taller than a horse. On its head is a huge horn that extends upward in the shape of a hand. It is larger than an adult bull.

It was actually a different species of moose.

The moose ran to the city in a blink of an eye. Before it could stop completely, the knight on its back slid to the ground, unstained by the dust.

He is about forty years old, wearing a bright red brocade robe, with a jade-like complexion and a rich appearance.

It is Ye Zhan, the contemporary star king of Fate Tong.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, and finally I have finally arrived!"

Zhu Zhixue stepped forward to greet him.

"Lao Zhu, if you fight with each other with fists, can Ye Zhan still show his face?"

Ye Zhan raised his hand, lifted the bamboo hat onto his back, and strode over to embrace his old friend.

"But friendship is friendship, and 20-year-old pear blossom white is indispensable!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, can I still trick you?"

Zhu Zhixue laughed.

"Not only Lihua Bai, if you want an oiran, I can also hire one for you!"

The two exchanged pleasantries and introduced Gu Taining. Without talking about business, they went into the city together to Mingyue Tower. ······
On the same day, at noon (two o'clock in the afternoon).

The concierge of Asahiyuan nodded his head and took a nap after dinner. Half asleep and half awake, he heard footsteps coming outside the door.

What came was a white-faced gentleman in luxurious clothes and a bamboo hat. He strode across the threshold without knocking.

"Whoever comes, please give me your name first."

The porter rubbed his eyes, quickly got up from the low stool, and stepped forward to block the way.

"My surname is Ye Mingzhan, you can report it yourself."

The visitor said casually.

"Then Mr. Lao, wait a moment..."

The concierge said something and quickly turned into the backyard.

Ye Zhan stood in the courtyard and saw no one around, but he was wandering along the rain corridor by himself.

"The visitor calls himself Ye Zhan."

In the study, the concierge bowed his waist and said.

"Sir, you have never mentioned this name before, so I asked him to wait at the door."

When Hong Fan heard the report, his face was slightly stern, and he immediately led the people to greet him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the yard, he felt something on a whim out of thin air.

"Ah, it turns out it's over here."

A tired voice came, and then a man in rich clothes swaggered around the corner of the room.

When the concierge saw the person, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Why did you come in by yourself?"

"Master, the villain clearly asked him to wait outside..."

He said urgently, and hurriedly explained to Hong Fan.

Ye Zhan laughed.

"You are indeed new here and don't understand your master's family - it's not your fault, so he can't punish you."

He said and looked at Hong Fan.

"Are you Hong Fan, the current star master of the sand world?"

"Exactly, but in front of Mr. Zhan Ye?"

Hong Fan cupped his hands and saluted.

"Like a fake replacement!"

Ye Zhan replied proudly, without waiting for the master's invitation, he went straight into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Entering the inner study, he slowed down and looked around.

There are usually no visitors here, and the furnishings are very simple.

There are only a few words worth mentioning in the main hall.

[Floating life temporarily sends a dream within a dream, the world is like the wind and the wind. 】

[Swordsmanship has become the king's hand, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon. 】

[It should be noted that Shaori Nazhi was once promised to be the best in the world. 】

Ye Zhan read them one by one, turned around and said with a smile: "The writing is a bit off, but the writing is good."

Hong Fan was silent.

In the inner room, there is a golden stove on the long table, and agarwood incense is lit in the stove.

Wisps of green smoke float slowly and climb onto a painting.

The painting is of a party enjoying the scenery. Although it has been framed, there is still more than a foot of blank space at the top. It is probably unfinished.

On the lacquer pillars on both sides, there is a couplet of ink characters "Shang Xin" on each side.

[The moon does not change the light;]

[A broken sword does not change its strength. 】

Ye Zhan looked at the painting, lost in thought for a moment, and finally suppressed his smile.

He nodded and sat down in the guest seat.

"What kind of tea does Mr. Zhan Ye drink?"

Hong Fan walked around to the main seat and asked.

"Just use the rock tea on top of the second cabinet."

Ye Zhan said without thinking.

PS: The moon does not change its brightness when it is missing, and its strength does not change when a broken sword is broken - Mei Yaochen
(End of this chapter)