Ten thousand dragon boats sail through the green silk, carrying goods to Yangzhou without returning.

It should be the heavenly teachings that opened the Bian River, a thousand miles of land without mountains.

A large boat with the banner of the Cao Gang is sailing north along the river.

During this chaotic time in Jiangnan, the Cao Gang did not send resources from the south to the capital as before. The court rarely ordered the materials in Jiangnan to be used locally. Many members of the Cao Gang are now helping the government resist the Mile Sect. The identity of the Four Elephant Sect, which is secretly related to Wan Dongliu, has no effect at this time. The Cao Gang is still a righteous gang connected to the government's fate.

Now, there are not many boatmen on this boat, and the goods being transported are only personal transactions of the Wan family. The direction is not the capital, but Qingxu.

What's special is that there are two passengers on this boat who are not paying for the passage. One of them shamelessly brought a horse.

With the announcement of the Chaos Chronicles, Zhao Changhe dared not continue to operate within the influence of the Mile Sect. If he was blocked, it would not be a joke. He went straight north to Yangzhou that night, and coincidentally hitched a ride on Wan Dongliu's boat to continue heading north.

Those who wanted to take a boat to Wushan earlier, this boat is not on the way. Anyway, there are currently no boats on the way due to the chaos of war, so it's better to go out first. Going north is also good. Maybe there are places in Yanmen that can help.

The other passenger who hitched a ride is Daoist Xuan Chong. He is from the Taiyi Sect of Mount Tai, which is the real way.

At this time, Xuan Chong sat at the bow of the boat, enjoying the breeze and sipping wine, with a poetic and picturesque feeling.

What's even more enjoyable is that there is a chessboard in front of him, and across the chessboard sits a bear-headed man, sitting cross-legged with a gloomy face, not moving for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

"Brother Zhao," Xuan Chong leisurely said, "You claim to not know how to play Go, but it's you who wants to switch to chess. If you can't play chess, it was also you who invented Gomoku. Now that this Five-Star Combo is a checkmate, do you still want to switch to another game?"

Zhao Changhe sniffed and muttered with his hands in his pockets, "Are you guys really martial artists? Each and every one of you is better at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You haven't played Gomoku before, have you?"

"This rule is too simple, so there's no need to play it." Xuan Chong leisurely said, "It's better to say that Brother Zhao's brain, besides martial arts, is too... um, too..."

After hesitating for a while, it seems that he couldn't come up with a better way to describe it. If he directly said it was too stupid, he didn't know if this guy would get angry...

"I can play the piano now, don't say I don't have artistic cells." Zhao Changhe muttered, and took out a copper coin from his pocket with a pained expression, "Here, let's make a bet. It turns out that gambling is not a good thing..."

Xuan Chong almost burst out laughing when he saw his expression.

During their leisure time on the way, they both claimed that they don't gamble, but they decided to bet with a copper coin just for entertainment. Who would have thought that this guy would be so heartbroken even for losing a copper coin? Is the Zhao Changhe in people's perception really not right?

"Why are you laughing? I fucking dived and dug a boat, and I forgot for a while. All the silver tickets on me are soaked in water, and now I have no money..." Zhao Changhe was very distressed, "Why isn't there a storage bag in the world? It's so inconvenient. I have to hide a knife and even hide it in the reeds."

Xuan Chong couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, Daoist, are you cultivators? Have you ever heard of storage bags or storage rings, things like that, or did they exist in the previous era?"

"They exist in stories, but I haven't seen them in reality." Xuan Chong leisurely said, "In the previous era... it seems like they did. This kind of thing is a kind of spatial technique. Today's people can't do it, but it doesn't mean that the gods and demons of the previous era couldn't do it. According to various legends, they should be able to do it. If Brother Zhao really needs that kind of thing, maybe you'll be lucky enough to see it in some ruins."

Zhao Changhe shrugged. The Tomb of the Sword Emperor is a top-tier ruin, but unfortunately, no one dares to explore it. Apart from the inheritance, there is nothing good on the periphery, let alone the treasure of storage... I don't know if Sisi has seen it. No one mentioned it at that time.

But even if there is, with everyone's current cultivation level, it's useless... What can be used to reach into the ring space and take things out? True Qi? The current level of True Qi can't even do remote grabbing...

Zhao Changhe tried it out of boredom and suddenly reached out to try to grab a piece on the chessboard in mid-air, but the chess piece moved a bit and couldn't be picked up.

Xuan Chong smiled bitterly, "Brother Zhao, try sucking a piece of paper, maybe it will work, but forget about the chess pieces. Unless you have specifically practiced capturing martial arts, like the Capture Dragon Technique, and mastered special techniques, maybe you can try."

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up, "Is there such martial arts? Where can I find it?"

"Theft sect, who else is more proficient in remote grabbing than them?"

"Uh..."

Speaking of which, I don't know where Ji Chengkong went... Zhao Changhe suspected that he recognized Sisi. Since the message has been transmitted, there is no need to continue "looking for people," so he left. Speaking of which, the Theft Sect is still a bit interesting. Zhao Changhe thinks that if there is a chance, he can deepen his communication.

Xuan Chong also seemed to be very knowledgeable. Since they were already talking about this, it would be better to take the opportunity to inquire about something else, "If I want to find a powerful boxing technique, which family is the most famous? The Beggar Sect?"

"Although the Beggar's Sect is known for its martial arts, they mainly focus on staff techniques. Their fist and palm techniques are not particularly famous, and they don't follow the path of brute force." Basalt said with a puzzled look, "Brother Zhao, your lack of knowledge about the martial world is surprising. Even though you haven't been in this world for long, you have a close relationship with Yue Hongling and Tang chancellor. Yue Hongling has traveled all over the world, and Tang chancellor has a wealth of information. What have you been talking about all this time?"

Zhao Changhe really wanted to paste a meme of a clown laughing on his face.

Basalt was speechless, "If we're talking about the most powerful fist and palm techniques, it would undoubtedly be His Majesty's 'My Fist', which is unparalleled in its dominance and power."

"What kind of name is that?"

"That's what His Majesty said."

Zhao Changhe secretly thought, why does this feel as cringeworthy as Dragon Sparrow? The sword follows its master?

"And the second?"

"The second would be the Heaven Shaking Palm of the Langya royal family, and the fist technique of Basalt from the Four Elephant Sect. I don't know the name, but it's said that one punch can blow a person apart..."

Blowing a person apart? If it's by infusing true qi and causing an internal explosion, that's believable. But to blow someone apart with brute force seems a bit far-fetched. Zhao Changhe didn't believe it. After thinking it over, he felt that he couldn't get the martial arts of the royal family or Basalt. Was he going to have to find a wild father again?

"What about your Taiyi Sect? Are you really cultivators?"

"Our Taoist sects all follow the path of overcoming the hard with the soft. Although our fist and palm techniques are not bad, they don't fit with Brother Zhao's question."

Is that so... Zhao Changhe looked at him thoughtfully, but didn't continue the topic. Just as he was about to ask about the third-tier techniques, the sound of galloping horses came from the distant shore.

Both of them had sharp instincts. Even though the hoofbeats were far away, they could both feel that they were heading towards their boat. They exchanged a glance and stopped their conversation.

Before long, a group of knights swept in. They arrived at the shore and reined in their horses in unison, very orderly.

The leading knight raised his voice and shouted, "Stop the boat!"

The boatmen of the Transport Gang were used to being domineering, so why would they listen to them? The big boat continued to move forward without stopping.

"How dare you! Has the Transport Gang become so arrogant that they dare to defy our royal family?" The leading knight sneered. Without any visible movement, he suddenly leaped from his horse and soared towards the boat like a roc spreading its wings.

Normally, the boat would be quite a distance from the shore. Back then, Zhao Changhe had to wait for Cui Yuanyang to paddle laboriously towards the shore for a long time before he could leap onto the shore. But this knight was able to leap over, only missing the boat by about a meter.

Zhao Changhe watched with interest. Just when the knight was about to run out of strength, he suddenly threw out a grappling hook, which accurately hooked onto the edge of the boat. Using the force of the hook, he smoothly landed on the bow of the boat.

Many pedestrians on the shore saw this and cheered, "What a skillful move!"

Zhao Changhe also secretly praised him in his heart. This move was interesting, he wondered if he could learn it. Damn, he had too many things on him, it might not be convenient.

The boat owner came out of the cabin with a displeased look on his face, "The royal family?"

The man arrogantly replied, "Correct."

The boat owner thought to himself, you arrogant son of a bitch, if it weren't for hearing you mention the royal family, with you flying over here like a target, you would have been shot into a hedgehog by our arrows.

Of course, since he was from the royal family, it was okay for him to be arrogant. The Transport Gang didn't dare to offend him, so the boat owner had to swallow his anger, "May I ask why the royal family is stopping our Transport Gang's boat?"

The man didn't answer, but suddenly slapped the boat owner in the face, causing him to stagger.

Basalt abruptly stood up, and Zhao Changhe's gaze instantly became fierce.

The man suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a tiger. He didn't know which of the two men on the bow of the boat it came from.

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