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Then there was the man in black who had escaped. Dao leader Yiqing had guessed correctly. This black-clothed man was indeed from the Sky Mountain Sect, and his reputation was not small either. He was the current number two ranked amongst the top ten disciples of the Sky Mountain Sect, Huo Wushuang. The Tianshan Sect did not live in harmony with the famous five sects in the martial arts world. The Tianshan Sect resided in Tianshan Mountain, but was in fact cut off from the mainland.

People of his sect were famous for their lightness skills and the use of concealed weapons. However, the secret weapons of the Heavenly Mountain Sect were different from the secret weapons of the Kongtong Sect. The secret weapons of the Heavenly Mountain Sect were not only capable of killing people, but also carried poison people.

The current Sect Leader He Qinghua was the Chief Disciple of the previous Sect Leader Wu Daozi. As for Wu Daozi, he was someone of the same generation as Daoist Qing. Dao Leader Qing remembered that back in the days when the five great sects of the Heavenly Mountain Association, Wu Daozi had specifically asked Dao Leader Qing to instruct them in the art of secret weapons. Of course, Huo Wushuang had also heard about these matters from his own Master He Qinghua. Thus, when he was chased by a Daoist, he could only admit defeat and leave.

Seeing that it was getting late, Huo Wushuang decided to find a place to rest and wait until the next day.

"I didn't expect this old Taoist to be so powerful at such an age!" Huo Wushuang was somewhat angry, but he was just angry. The operation this time was something his master He Qinghua had personally told him. Before he left, he had even specifically mentioned the importance of this matter. However, what made Huo Wushuang puzzled was, just where did that young man come from that was worthy of Master being so serious.

However, Huo Wushuang was not in a hurry to report back to his sect since he could not complete the mission. According to his master, not only the members of the Sky Mountain Sect, but many other martial artists were also rushing to the Nine Rivers. It looked like it would be a good show to watch.

Although Huo Wushuang thought this way, he forgot one thing. Moreover, he had also revealed the news, which had made Daoist Qing mentally prepared himself. The next time he came, he would not be as lucky as Huo Wushuang.

The next morning, Xiao Feng was in the courtyard doing his morning practice. This was something that he had to do since he was eight years old. Daoist Qing got up early and left the room. Just as Xiao Feng was about to rest, he saw his master walk in from outside, with two bags in his hands. As he walked, he said to Xiao Feng: "Feng'er, you have been living here with me since you were young and you have never gone anywhere else to take a look. Tomorrow is your twelfth birthday, so I plan to give you a special birthday. "I've already arranged for a boat. Today, we will sail along the Yangtze River and head north to Penglai Island. I have an old friend there."

When Xiao Feng heard that, he hurriedly put down the wooden sword in his hand. His eyes were filled with light as he exclaimed in joy, "This is great, Master! disciple has always wanted to go out and have a look! "

"Yes." Go wash up and change your clothes. We'll set off immediately. " The Daoist nodded.

"I'll go now." Xiao Feng's face was full of joy.

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Master and disciple were already prepared. The Daoist found a horse out of nowhere and tied it to a tree outside the yard. The Master and disciple duo rode on the same horse and headed north along the Green Lake's stone road.

Taking the water route from Jiangzhou to the Yangtze River was not something that could be done in a day or two. The ship that the Daoist was on was a large, comprehensive merchant ship. Including the main storage area below the deck, it had a total of four levels. This kind of merchant ship wasn't something that could be traded for alone, but rather something that a group of merchants had jointly invested into to contract. For the Changjiang River coast and other important cities have a shore point of business. The ship's destination was Shandong Province, and the Daoist was going to Penglai, so it was a good trip.

The Daoist Priest and Xiao Feng were arranged to stay in a small room on the second floor of the ship — this was a resting area for those traveling with them and the security personnel stationed on the ship. The third floor was where the merchants lived.

"Master, how long will it take for us to get to the Penglai Island?" Xiao Feng said without turning his head as he looked through the small window at the servants who were moving the goods to the boat.

It was Xiao Feng's first time seeing such a big boat. He had only seen a few small boats in the Qing Hu. The bigger passenger ships were only about one to two times bigger than those small boats. The boat they were on right now was probably ten times bigger than other small boats! This allowed him to gain a good deal of insight.

"It's far away." A Daoist priest put down his bundle on the table and also walked towards the window. "I'm not too sure exactly how many geniuses there are."

"Oh — then my birthday is going to be on this ship?" Xiao Feng turned his head and grinned.

"Yes." A Daoist smiled and stroked his beard. "That's why I said it's a rather special birthday."

"Master, then what did you prepare for me this time? You've said it yourself. This time, it's my birthday, so you're going to teach me how to rest my inner force? " Xiao Feng said innocently as he looked at a certain Dao.

When the Daoist said this, his gaze shifted and he did not reply to Xiao Feng. Instead, he said, "You should rest here first. Master will go down to take a look."

Xiao Feng did not insist on this issue and nodded his head in agreement.

Looking at the merchants, servants, and tourists on the harbor, and looking at the lofty mountains on the other side, he could not help but think of Bai Juyi's "Biaoyu" written when he was demoted to the Jiang Prefecture: Xunyang River sending off guests on the first night, while the leaves of the maple leaves rustled in the autumn. Master dismounted from his horse and left the boat, raising his goblet to drink the Sanskrit. The mournful sound did not seem to be coming from the front, but rather, it was so loud that it made everyone in the hall want to cry. "Seated in China, who cries the most? Jiang Prefecture's Sima Qingyi is wet."

It was just that at this moment, the scene was filled with the liveliness of spring, while Bai Juyi's poem was filled with the bleakness of the autumn wind. Furthermore, the Jiang Prefecture of that time could not be compared with the Jiang Prefecture of today.

What made Daoist Qing uneasy was not the group of martial artists that came, but rather the fact that he did not know why these martial artists had taken so much trouble to find this child. In order to understand this point, he first had to understand the background of Xiao Feng. It was because of this Daoist Priest that he decided to go to Penglai to look for his old friend. Firstly, he wanted to find a place to avoid trouble, and secondly, he hoped that his old friend would help him take care of this child. This was to clarify the thoughts and plans in the Daoist Priest's mind.

Half an incense's time later, all the merchants' goods had been loaded onto the boat. With the sound of a flute, the boat set sail and slowly sailed away from Jiangzhou Port. It followed the current and headed for the mouth of the Yangtze River.

Nothing happened that day. The next day, until the afternoon, the ship docked at Chi Zhou Port to unload the cargo. The ship's guards issued a notice that the crew was now free to go ashore, but must return to their positions before 0700 hours (7pm), otherwise the ship would not be responsible if it left the port. Thus, almost all the tourists got off the boat and started to kiss and play. Xiao Feng and the Daoist Priest also got off the boat and headed towards Chi Prefecture City.