Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Knowing that Yang Potian, the leader of the Ming Cult, was waiting for him in Hangzhou, Yang Ge could no longer just go to Hangzhou to make himself miserable. He took a detour directly to Yuhang, preparing to go to Zhoushan via Ninghai by water.

The Ming Cult is no better than the White Lotus Cult.

Yang Ge of the White Lotus Sect has no friends. He can fall out with him if he wants to, and start a war with him if he wants to. He will not feel any discomfort in his heart even if he kills anyone.

But Mingjiao...

First, because of Yang Tiansheng's relationship, Yang Tiansheng risked his life to help him many times. Whenever there was a choice, Yang Ge did not want to make it difficult for Yang Tiansheng.

Second, in the battle of Nanshawan, five thousand members of the Mingjiao participated in the battle. Yang Tiansheng's Qingmu Hall only accounted for half of the five thousand members. The other half was supported by other churches of the Mingjiao. If a fight broke out, who knew who was on the other side? There are no Mingjiao followers who fought side by side in Nanshawan.

Yang Ge was unwilling to wield his sword against those good men who had fought side by side unless it was absolutely necessary.

So, you can't afford to offend and you can afford to hide.

This may be because Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relations...

…

Hangzhou, Lao Yu Tea House.

Yang Potian, the leader of the Ming Cult who is nearly sixty years old but still as tall and upright as a strong man, is sitting in the corner of the lobby wearing a gold-red money robe that looks like a rich man, drinking a large pot of cheap tea worth two or three coppers. Leisurely listening to the storytelling in the lobby, Yang Yinghao, the right envoy of Mingjiao Guangming, also dressed as a rich man, accompanied him during the banquet.

Today's storytelling program at Lao Yu's Tea House is about the battle between the Five Heroes of Zhoushan in Nanshawan and the Japanese pirates. The storyteller is an old, thin man with a piece of gavel in his hand. All the changes are based on his vivid ventriloquism. As the story progresses, , all kinds of artillery sounds, the sound of bows and arrows piercing the air, the sounds of swords clashing, the shouts of killing, and the screams are all vivid and vivid, and there are even a few not-so-authentic Western sounds of cake buyer and shette mixed in. talk.

It not only gave people a sense of being on the scene, but also interesting. It only made the tea drinkers in the lobby cheer and cheer, and the copper plates flew up to the storytelling stand like hail.

According to the old man's account, the members of the Ming Cult, whose pseudonym is the Sun and Moon Sect, are all as brave and resolute as the heroes in the storybooks. Under the leadership of their most beloved Er Ye, they kill Japanese pirates like Among them, Yang Tiansheng, the leader of the Church of the Sun and Moon God, has been the most talked about. His overwhelming swordsmanship makes people wonder if the lazy old man copied the storytelling of Nezha, the great god of the Santanhaihui, onto Yang Tiansheng...

Hero.

Yang Potian lifted the teapot with a smile on his lips, refilled Yang Yinghao's tea bowl with tea, and said softly and gracefully: We have a successor!

Yang Yinghao held the tea bowl with both hands, smiled and whispered: That boy is reckless and reckless. I can't control him anymore. I have to ask you to discipline me in the future... Don't worry about my old face. If you need to be ruthless, you should be ruthless, and you should let him know that the state has its own laws and the religion has its canons!

Yang Potian put down the teapot and said with a smile, Would you like to order me?

Yang Yinghao quickly replied with a smile: How dare you, what I said is true. That boy is indeed getting more and more ridiculous. If you are willing to discipline him for me, I will burn incense for you every day.

Yang Potian smiled and shook his head slowly, refusing to respond to his nonsensical words, but quietly answering in his heart: 'Do you think you were much better than him when you were young? ’

At the right moment, a member of the Ming Cult dressed as a young boy in green clothes quickly walked in, bowed and whispered in Yang Potian's ear.

Yang Potian waved his hand without changing his expression, and then said with a chuckle: The old woman from the White Lotus Sect intercepted the boy halfway, and the boy changed his route and went to Yuhang...

Yang Yinghao immediately realized that the old woman he was talking about was Tang Qing, the Peacock Madonna, and the boy was Yang Erlang. He frowned and said, When did the old woman come to Jiangsu and Zhejiang? Why didn't I receive any news?

Yang Potian picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and replied calmly: It's not surprising, if she couldn't even hide her whereabouts, she wouldn't be alive today.

Yang Yinghao rubbed his eyebrows: What did the old witch want to do with that boy? Did you take action?

Yang Potian shook his head slightly: I probably didn't take any action. I just put a dozen people under that kid's hands and told him my whereabouts along the way...

Yang Yinghao pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: What a plan. That old witch's methods really get more vicious as she gets older!

Yang Potian glanced at him and sighed softly: If you had brought that boy to see me earlier, why would you have been cut off by that old woman?

Yang Yinghao sighed helplessly after hearing this: It's not that I don't want to take him to see you, it's that he doesn't want to see you. That kid has a stubborn temper and a good brain. He has made up his mind about something. Others can't influence him at all. To him, my boy is just a younger brother. He will do whatever he says, and my boy won't talk back at all!

He took a long breath, softened his tone and continued: But in my opinion, this is not necessarily a bad thing. He understands in his heart. He can see clearly what is going on. I am not afraid. If you are too worried, that boy won't come to see you. It's really not because he's afraid of you, but because he doesn't want to ruin our friendship with us.

If you ask me, just leave it like this. You can still leave some incense and love. If you really meet him, it will be unpredictable...

At this point, he observed Yang Potian's calm expression, changed the topic, and whispered to persuade: Don't think that the old witch saw him today and she won by slipping someone under his hand. Then The boy is just a stubborn donkey who won't let go and is trying to back up. If the White Lotus Sect uses this method on him, even if he holds his nose and admits it now, he still doesn't know how to arrange the White Lotus Sect...

Yang Potian glanced at him and said with a smile: That old woman always acts in a coordinated and step-by-step manner. Since she dares to put people under that kid's hands, she must be confident that she can control that kid... Even if she can't control that kid... Taking him under his command will definitely ensure that that boy will not be an enemy of the White Lotus Sect in the future!

Yang Yinghao immediately became interested when he heard this: Oh? How about we take a gamble?

Yang Potian replied with great interest: How to bet?

Yang Yinghao: I bet on whether that old witch can survive that kid. I bet that kid will never be won over by the White Lotus Sect!

Yang Potian pondered for a moment, then nodded gently: What are you betting on?

Yang Yinghao rubbed his hands with a smile on his face: How about betting on the first five moves of your own Iron Smelting Hand and the first five moves of my Yang family's Fire Yang Magic?

Yang Potian smiled cheerfully: Good boy, haven't you given up yet?

Yang Yinghao chuckled and said: It's true that Iron Smelting Hand is so compatible with the Fire Yang Magic passed down by my Yang family, I can't help but be greedy.

Yang Potian picked up the tea bowl: It's a deal!

Yang Yinghao picked up the tea bowl and touched it with him: It's a deal!

The two of them picked up their tea bowls, took a sip, and then put down their tea bowls together.

Yang Potian turned his head and looked at the storytelling master who was vividly telling how Yang Erlang killed the Japanese pirates on the storytelling stage. He sighed softly: It would be sad to miss such a good opportunity in vain...

Yang Yinghao followed his gaze and looked towards the storytelling platform, and said in a low voice: 'I think what Yang Erlang said is reasonable...'

He can understand the difference in thinking between the two.

Same mess...

Some people see trouble and suffering.

Some people see opportunities and benefits.

Yang Erlang was the former, so he focused on avoiding it.

Their leader and the old witch from the White Lotus Sect were the latter, so they were preoccupied with fighting.

After a long time, Yang Po Genius withdrew his gaze indifferently and said softly: That old woman has been digging and searching for most of her life, and she is so generous this time. Of course we can't be petty... Later I will adjust the Eight Great Vajras of the Protector Altar from the General Altar. Go down the mountain, hand him over to your boy, and take him with you to Japan.

Yang Yinghao said quickly: How can this make the Eight Great Vajras responsible for guarding the Holy Fire? How can they tamper with it!

Yang Potian glanced at him, smiled and teased: You are not as old as me, how can you be more ancient than me?

Yang Yinghao shook his head repeatedly: No, no, the juniors are fooling around, and we adults are also fooling around?

Yang Potian pointed at Mr. Pingshu who was spitting on the stage and laughed: Compared to them, we are more like fooling around.

Yang Yinghao was stunned and stopped talking.

Yang Potian stood up and patted his shoulder gently, and said seriously: It's a good thing that the juniors are willing to strive for their best. Even if we old guys can't be of much help, we can't hold them back...

After saying that, he turned around and walked briskly towards the tea room.

Yang Yinghao came back to his senses, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, got up and quickly chased after him.

…

While the world is still quarreling over the dispute between North and South, it is about to turn from a verbal spat into a real critical moment offline...

The news that The Holy Lord Yang Erlang was going to Japan to take a group of good men to avenge Nanshawan spread out from nowhere.

It is similar to the previous dispute about who was stronger and weaker between Yang Erlang and Li Qing, which inexplicably spread throughout the country as soon as it appeared.

As soon as the news that Yang Erlang was going to bring a group of elite soldiers to Japan to avenge Nanshawan emerged, it quickly spread throughout the country. Even within a very short period of time, several Eastward Expedition Lists appeared on the rivers and lakes. , and every Eastern Expedition List has a decent and accurate background and name.

Only some lists highlight the six major dock owners of Lianlian dock.

Some lists highlight the twelve earthly branches of the White Lotus Sect.

Some lists highlight the Eight Great Vajras of the Mingjiao General Forum and the Four Red Sticks of the Qingmudang...

Anyone who is not blind can see that this is the major forces building momentum for their own expedition, hoping to use them to put money on their faces.

This gold-plated thing really makes all the people in the world speechless...

So much so that the North-South dispute, which had been so noisy just a few days ago, suddenly came to a standstill, just like a speeding vehicle suddenly stepping on the brakes.

Both the northern and southern martial arts circles had an unusually tacit understanding and never mentioned this matter again, as if they had never quarreled about it.

The sons and daughters of the northern martial arts world naturally felt that they had lost.

But the people in the martial arts world in the south didn't feel like they had won.

This kind of defeat from the pattern makes all the people who have fired the map gun feel ashamed, especially those who have spoken nonsense in front of others. They all want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. From now on, it’s better not to see outsiders...

And this collective mood that made most of the world feel ashamed, made them turn around and hype up the Eastern Expedition with unusual tacit understanding, in order to cover up their dark history.

Suddenly, the Chinese martial arts community, regardless of whether it was north or south, good or evil, was talking about the Eastern Expedition. A large number of self-reliant and brave martial arts practitioners rushed to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, carrying swords and swords, wanting to ask for something. Zhang’s ticket for the Dongdu expedition.

But this time, the major forces that had booked tickets for the eastward expedition in advance all kept their mouths shut. No one was willing to expose the Nansha Bay as a gathering place. After all, if everyone had a share, how could they face it? And light?

It's a pity that they can only cover their own mouths, but they can't cover the court's mouth.

The major yamen connected with the imperial court and Jianghu not only exposed the gathering place of Nanshawan, but also finalized the matter!

A group of imperial envoys with fluttering colorful flags and playing gongs and drums marched from the capital into Luting County with great fanfare. At the Luting County, they posted a notice announcing: Yang Erlang, a former embroidered guard who pretended to be a member of a thousand households, is loyal, filial, righteous, and selfless, and is being pardoned by the officials. For his crime of excessive enforcement of the law, he was reinstated to his original post, and to protect his son and father, his adoptive father Zhang Lao was posthumously awarded the title of 94th rank...

Trader Shen Fa: ‘You can start a public opinion war if you want to, but you can’t if you don’t want to? Not to mention the doors, the windows are sealed for you! ’

He has completely given up, wielding Yang Erlang, a tool man, how disgusting are those conspirators who are afraid of the world's chaos... Isn't it just a beating? Just take it!

After the imperial court was dismissed, the enthusiasm for the Eastern Expedition in the world exploded!

This great opportunity to become famous all over the world in one fell swoop comes only once in ten years!

As a result, on every official road, horse road, and waterway heading to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, there were figures carrying swords behind their backs.

They called friends, drank and chatted all the way south, gathered together from side roads, and formed a large group of dozens of people from just a few close friends.

Many Jianghu girls who knew that they would definitely not be able to catch the boat happily joined the large group of people going south.

Everyone is thinking that even if they fail to board the ship for the Eastward Expedition, years later, they can still pat their chests and brag to their relatives, friends, and descendants: ‘Have you heard of the Eastward Expedition? I also went there, but it was a pity that there was really no room for the second master on the boat. Otherwise, I would have followed the second master to Japan to kill the Japanese pirates...'

There were even better things to do, and he opened the book and wrote hurriedly, writing: 'The heroic expedition to the east was the first time that the Chinese martial arts took revenge on foreign countries...'

This is an expedition.

It’s also a great event.

It has placed millions of passionate blood that has nowhere to go!