You can search "Xiansheng Jianghu" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
"Understood, after returning to the capital, we must recruit talents and strive for quick solutions." The emperor nodded slightly again.
""
"Master," at this moment, footsteps came from a distance and stopped at the arch of the backyard, and then the cautious voice of "An Guogong" came in, "According to the secret report from the 'Gold Medal General', 'Wulin arrest' The 'Old Dragon' of the 'Mingyue Gate' and 'Fufengtang' has just returned."
"Okay, it's really time." The emperor frowned when he heard it.
"Would you like to call for an audience immediately?"
"Oh, no need, let's visit another day."
"yes."
"Oh, master, the night is getting dark, the students are leaving now, you have to take care of the dragon body." After Mr. Zhuge finished speaking, he bowed again, bowed his head and took two steps back, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he Stopped by the emperor, "Wait a minute, sir."
However, when Mr. Zhuge bowed to salute, he still couldn't shake the jug in his hand too much, maybe because he was afraid of the wine splashing randomly? At this time, the "magic operator" suddenly noticed.
"Master, what else is there?" Mr. Zhuge straightened up calmly. His cultivation base of being fearless in the face of danger and calm as still water allowed him to maintain his image well.
"My lord is just curious." The emperor stared at him closely, his eyes were bright and sparkling, "Your profound knowledge should be enough to teach those old gentlemen who are 'talking about everything', why? Still call yourself a 'student'?"
" Ho ho, 'student student' is just to learn from him for a lifetime, so what's the meaning?" Mr. Zhuge laughed a little embarrassedly, and then he laughed again before turning around and walking away cautiously.
"such a beautiful day, with a bright moon in the sky, and being able to drink and talk, it's really like a dream." Mr. Zhuge, who had walked a long way, seemed to stagger a bit, "Oh, by the way, master, you must remember what you said, tonight only It's just you, me and him, uhthe students are too drunk, maybe when they wake up tomorrow morning, they have already forgotten what happened tonight, hiccup"
As he spoke, he raised his head and took another sip of wine, belching, but still not overflowing.
Well, Gao, all the previous remarks, no matter praise or criticism, are just drunken remarks like this, and jokes like this will disappear after a night of sleep. How can they be taken seriously?
No credit, no blame, maybe this is another peak state of high-energy seeking?
Looking at his blunt and unpretentious "staggering" footsteps, the "magic fortune teller" who has released his own powerful spiritual sense (spiritual sense of martial arts, divine sense of martial arts, similar but not different), followed carefully. After all, Mr. Zhuge's conspiracy Dao cultivation is also no small matter.
At the closest and cautious distance possible, he saw in an inconspicuous corner, Mr. Zhuge was quickly pouring all the so-called "fine wine" in the flagon into the soil on the ground
Hohoho, no wonder it hasn't diminished after drinking for so long, really, smart, er no, cunning. While the "magic fortune teller" sighed secretly in his heart, he also smiled softly.
It's just that he didn't see Mr. Zhuge in front of him, so he also showed a faint smile, and took advantage of the night to go back to his residence incognito
The night is already deep, and most of the passengers on the passenger ship have already rested in peace. Due to the delay of many hours, the passenger ship was still sailing furiously at night.
"Bang, bang, bang" The fast bow was violently impacting the breaking wind and waves, making a loud noise. Fortunately, at this time, it was heading east all the way, the wind was smooth, and the speed was quite fast.
"Huh, huh" Some passengers in the cabin, perhaps exhausted from the journey and travel, have long been sleepwalking and snoring like thunder.
?Because the ship is big and sturdy, even though it is sailing at a high speed, it has little ups and downs, and the sound of beating and snoring with the waves composes a quiet song of a quiet ship sailing at night.
The boatman and his lieutenant had already fallen asleep, and their snoring seemed to lead the whole ship, one after another.
The helmsman at the stern is an experienced old man. Although it is worth flying at night, it is still spirited. In the old eyes that seem to be dim, there is a scorching light shining. I have decades of experience. Which time did I make a mistake?
The long horizontal cabinet that is as high as a person in front of him has become his dining table. At this time, there is a plate of fried peanuts and a jug of water and wine. This kind of preference is very pleasant, especially when flying at night.
Peanut, the sailor who ordered to go down cautiously woke up the chef with a hippie smile, so to speak, in his slightly dissatisfied sleepy eyes and muttering that did not dare to slack off, coaxing the chef who had just stir-fried into the pot.Here it is, hot and fragrant.
Tsk tsk, ah, just smelling it makes me salivate.
There is no need to heat up the water and wine. Although it is a bit cold right now, it can still make do with it.
The rudder squinted his eyes, raised his head and took a few sips of water and wine, then grabbed a few peanuts on the surface of the plate that were not too hot with his left hand, and threw them one by one into his already dilated still overflowing with water and wine. mouth.
"Boom, boom" With the scent of water wine and peanuts, he chewed more and more vigorously, the expression of contentment on his face, in the night river under the moonlight, was very quiet and comfortable.
The three-masted giant sail is blowing the convex sail sideways, sailing vigorously at full speed.
Tonight, the wind direction is right, and the wind is also strong, so the speed soars, which also makes the side of the ship tilted slightly, but this still cannot affect the shrewd light of the old helmsman's old eyes that are not dim-sighted in the night sky.
Sometimes he quickly glanced at the white furious sail in the night, sometimes he glanced down, and then hurriedly glanced around the course in the vast night ahead.
The thick hemp rope that pulls and controls the direction of the furious sail has already been fixed by the sailors to the stick bolt on a thick square wooden post in the middle of the hull, which is very firm. Moreover, the wooden pillars are tightly connected to the giant ship, which is very capable of breaking.
The course is guided by a slightly bulky Sinan (now a compass) fixed on the horizontal long cabinet in front of it, especially in night flights, which is very suitable.
Everything is ready, there is no worry, as long as you control the tiller that you can never leave your hand.
Although the left hand is taking turns grasping the peanuts and wine pot, the right hand, which is also full of thick calluses, is holding the tiller of the tail rudder tightly, sometimes leaning on the right breast rib, and controlling the speed and course of the ship well. It must be faithfully performed.
The dozen or so sailors paddling vigorously on both sides of the ship's side (called "Ji" in ancient times) are all young and strong men or young men. They are naked to the waist, with big arms and well-developed chest muscles. Moving the oars on the fixed bracket, I rowed hard.
Rising, landing, paddlingthey are in groups of two, in unison, in unison, obviously a group of well-trained crew. Fortunately, tonight's smooth wind can make them a little more relaxed.
They had just changed shifts and took over. Although they were a little sleepy, they soon regained their energy due to the heavy physical work. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com