A dark cloud floated by, covering the moon, and the night slowly devoured the world. At the top of King Jiang's palace, the fierce battle was in full swing.

The seven guards in Tianyi held swords, three held swords, one held an axe and shield, and the other held a spear. Now, except for the spear standing at the head of the formation, the other six danced swords and axes, advancing, retreating, and scattering, fighting fiercely around the man in white. Although the spear did not move, the man in white dared not be careless at all, and always focused. This is how quiet it is better than moving.

The man in white fisted naked, floating around in the sword light, scattered, and seemed to be forced to fight back, but not the power to fight back because he was wearing a silver mask and could not see the expression on his face.

"Retrograde songs of wind, bear the sword and golden scale shirt!"

The man in white was fighting with the Heavenly Holy Guard. There was one more person on the roof of the palace in the north. Because the moon was covered by clouds, he could not see the person's appearance clearly, but it can be concluded that he was the person who recited the poem, because those two lines of poetry came out, and a sword of Qi came from there to ride the wind and took the head of the man in white.

The man in white had just been dealing with the Tianyi Holy Guard and was on the defensive stance. He had not returned a punch or kick within nearly a hundred moves. However, the six guards in Tianyi tried their best but never touched the corner of the man in white. The man in white failed to break the formation, but the Saint Guard in Tianyi was unable to catch the man in white. At this point, the head guard holding the long spear of the formation had to move. At this moment, a poet chanted suddenly appeared halfway.

"Forget it!" The man in white sighed with regret, and suddenly his body spiraled twice, avoiding the sharp sword gathered by Wen Qi, and at the same time, he slapped four palms in a row, forcing the six guards, and then rushed towards the gun holder, slashing down his palm in a slanted manner, and suddenly turned into defense into attack.

The Gun-Handed Saint Guard moved his right foot back, and the spear in his hand buzzed, and he met the man in white's Sky-Splitting Palm with wind and thunder. Unexpectedly, the man in white suddenly put his palm back and hit the Axe Shield Guard. This change of move came as if it was strange and inexplicable. The Holy Guard with the Axe Shield had no time to accumulate strength to swing the axe, and raised the black iron shield to block the man in white. The man in white said, "I'm working hard", and slapped his hand on the shield, leveraging the force and exerted force, and jumped over the Gun-Handed Guard like an arrow, and broke out of the Tianyi Formation, and jumped a few times and left far away.

It turned out that the man in white could have broken through the Tianyi Formation, but he was just trying to lead the Tianyi Formation to unfold and get a glimpse of the secret, so he always defended but did not attack. At this moment, a bold poet suddenly came. The man in white was inevitably afraid and then got out.

"The plain is wide, and the dragon roars wide!"

I saw the poet raise his hand and shout at the man in white.

As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, the sky above King Jiang's palace suddenly roared and the dragon roared, and the thunder rolled, with a terrifying momentum. The majestic literary spirit turned into a flying dragon and a tiger and rushed to chase the man in white.

"Pengzhang attacks the Changtian with his double wings, and the flying dragon is framed by the tiger chariot!"

The man in white actually had the courage to write. After replying to two lines of poetry, a big roc blocked the dragon and tiger's way. After a fight, all three defeats were injured. Three loud bangs, all of them dissipated.

The humanistic courage and capacity of white clothes were not as good as that of the poet, but he coincided with the poet's poet's poetry, and his martial arts skills were unfathomable, and finally he could barely break the poet's strong literary spirit.

When the poet saw the man in white left, he stood for a while, turned around and got off the top of the hall.

The man in white left the palace, but returned to the mansion where the envoy of Liang State lived.

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The clouds dissipate and the moon appears. The moonlight resurfaces the earth, shining on the Shangdu Canal, flowing southeastward all the way into the Anlu Grand Canal. At this time, a merchant ship was sailing on the canal. A flagpole was erected on the merchant ship, with the word "Fan" written on it. It was the merchant ship of the Fan family, the richest man in Liang State and even the descendant of the merchant Saint Fan Li.

"Look at the bottom of the water there is gold! There is gold at the bottom of the water!"

Suddenly someone pointed at the river and shouted, attracting the attention of other guests who enjoyed the night view. Everyone surrounded him and saw a golden light somewhere on the river.

"Go and report back to the shopkeeper." A guy shouted.

After a while, a middle-aged man with elegant temperament walked out of the cabin with a tiara and asked with a smile: "Where is the gold?"

"Shopkeeper, the golden light is gone. I was still there just now, but suddenly disappeared." A guy replied.

Wang Fuyao said: "You guys are not going to spend the time, are you? Be careful that all the rewards will be deducted to you."

Although Wang Fuyao said this, he didn't look angry at all. It seemed that the business was going very smoothly and he was in a good mood.

"The shopkeeper's clear observation, I did see a golden light coming out of the water just now, and everyone saw it."

"Yes, the shopkeeper, the golden light is released from there, and you can tell if you throw a net."

Wang Fuyao nodded slightly and waved his hand and said, "Come on, cast a net."

A guy took out a big net, stood at the edge of the deck, and threw a net into the river with a "hey" sound. Waiting for a while, the guy pulled the hemp rope and shouted happily: "Come and help, come and help, get into the net!"

Two other guys had already run over and helped pull the net. When the net received the deck, everyone was stunned. There was no gold in the net, but it was a boy who fell into the water.

Wang Fuyao hurriedly said, "Let it go and see if you are still angry?"

The three guys quickly solved the net, and each of them reached out to find that their breathing was stable and there was no abnormality. They were surprised and replied to Wang Fuyao, "Shopkeeper, this young man... is sleeping."

"Ah, sleep? How could someone sleep in the water?" Everyone else said it was difficult to understand.

Wang Fuyao squatted down, reached down and held the boy's left wrist, secretly exerted his literary courage, and released his literary spirit. Unexpectedly, after the literary spirit entered the body, it became like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace. Wang Fuyao was shocked and quickly let go of the boy's wrist, pondered for a moment, and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a "restless practice method", but it was impossible to confirm. He thought again, if he was just an ordinary young man who fell into the water, saving his life would be better than building a seven-level pagoda, even if he was accumulating virtue and doing good deeds for his boss and himself, if he was really a master practicing, he might as well take this misunderstanding as an opportunity to make a good relationship.

In short, no matter how you calculate it, it is a business that is stable and profitable. He turned around and ordered: "It must have been a mistake and fell into the water. He fainted for a moment. First, he placed him in a high-end empty cabin and took care of him. He prepared soup and served him at any time."

Seeing that the shopkeeper looked solemn and did not dare to neglect, the guys agreed while carefully carrying the boy into the cabin, and no one mentioned the matter of gold again.

This young man fell into the water was naturally Jiang Zhong, the seventh prince of Jiang Guo who was shot into Shangduqu by Jiang Hongdie, the ninth princess of Jiang Guo.

In fact, when Jiang Zhong woke up on the roof of the palace, he was trying to find the golden bean in his body when he saw the scene in front of him. However, Jiang Zhong had no idea about martial arts practice, and his luck and breathing were not understood. In addition, the golden bean was too small and appeared like a naughty child. He was unpredictable and could not be used at all. Only then did he realize that even if the golden bean was really a martial spirit, he could not be used at will without some practice.
Chapter completed!