Dongting Lake, called Yunmeng Guze by our ancestors, is the legendary "Fairy Cave". It is the largest lake in China and is known as the "Eight Hundred Miles Dongting". It is located on the south bank of Jingjiang River in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, across Yueyang and Miluo

, Xiangyin, Wangcheng, Yiyang, Yuanjiang, Hanshou, Changde, Jinshi, Anxiang and Nanxian and other cities. The name Dongting Lake began in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and was derived from the most mythical Dongting Mountain in the lake.

The name is still used today.

"What can I worry about when I am alone in the forest? I will hold my virginity in my arms and wait for the snow to calm down.

If you look at the broken parts of the fragrant fragrance in the courtyard, there are not as many green marks as those of Xiangnu."

A low-key but luxurious wooden boat passed by Junshan carrying a dozen tough and strong men. A handsome Taoist in a green and white robe on the bow saw the bamboo forest all over the island, which was dense, tough and tall. The fragrance of the green leaves overflowed.

, the tall branches are dotted with tears, some are purple, some are snow-white, and some are blood-red. This is the famous "Xiangfei Bamboo". In the past, when Ehuang and Nvying heard about the death of Emperor Shun, they hugged each other and cried.

I cried for nine days and nine nights, until my eyes were swollen, my throat was hoarse from crying, and my tears ran dry. Finally, I cried bloody tears and sprinkled them on the Bamboo Mountain in Junshan. Spots formed on the bamboo poles, so it was also called "Tear Bamboo".

"The military advisor is indeed a great talent. With such poetry and prose, I am ashamed of myself."

Ji Boyi's thoughts surged over "Xiang Fei Bamboo", and he unconsciously recited a poem, which was heard by a civilian staff member who was following him, and he suddenly realized that the artistic conception was profound.

"Mr. Wang Zuo, you're welcome. This is just a small talk. In today's world, the art of killing is king."

When he said this, the expression on Ji Boyi's face was very calm, which made Wang Zuoqian laugh twice.

Before regaining Xiangyang, Yue Fei had not yet served as a high-ranking official such as Zhizhi Envoy, Recruitment Envoy, Xuanfu Envoy, etc., and could not independently open a government to recruit staff, so his staff team was basically composed of civilians. To use a common saying,

, there are two or three big cats and kittens. Although there are many people, the impact on Yue Jiajun is not great.

This is one of the reasons why Ji Boyi was able to quickly occupy a high position in the staff team after being worshiped as a military advisor by him. He had few talents. After being promoted, Yue Fei already had the power to arrange staff, plus he got the six counties of Xiangyang and Wuchang as the Yue Family

In the military station, the need for staff suddenly increased. In addition to personally going out and Corporal Li Xian to invite some reclusive experts, he also transferred a few capable generals to civilian positions.

After several days of observation, Ji Boyi brought Wang Zuo, Yan Zhiyao and Wu Shizhong to Dongting Lake. Wang Zuo, courtesy name Dajie, is from Sichuan. He is an excellent lobbyist and spy with great courage. He once gave

He sneaked into the palace of the puppet Qi prince Liu Lin and became the prince's subordinate officer. He obtained detailed information about the Jin and Qi coalition forces, and was one of the heroes who enabled Yue Fei to defeat the opponent's 300,000-strong army in the Battle of Xianghan.

Yan Zhiyao and Wu Shizhong were both fallen scholars. They admired Yue Fei's name and voluntarily joined him. However, they had not had many things to deal with under Yue Fei before, so their talents were not revealed. Among the two, the former was resolute, while the latter was delicate. According to reports,

Ji Game's observation skills are not weak.

Dealing with Yang Yaonai this time is a major event that will lay the foundation for the development of the Yue family army in the next few years. Yue Fei can't say that he doesn't pay attention to it. He originally wanted Ji Boyi to pick more than ten or twenty people to do it, but who knows that only these three people can join.

His discernment. Of course, that's not what he said on the surface. It would be too offensive. What he said was "these three people are enough."

Now the first target of the three is Yang Qin, who is famous for his bravery. Although Yang Yao claims to have an army of hundreds of thousands, the water villages under his command are fighting independently, and there are less than 100,000 people who obey his orders. This situation is the easiest to implement differentiation.

In order to instigate rebellion, Yang Qin was a famous general among the rebels in Dongting Lake. He had a tough attitude and was not easy to conquer. Yang Yao valued him and sent him to guard the outermost perimeter. It can be said that as long as Yang Qin surrendered, the wall protecting Yang Yao would collapse.

More than half of it.

"Commander, look, it's a water thief!"

Suddenly, Wu Shizhong said something, and saw a large ship coming out from the corner of the waterway in front, with a few people on it with skinny faces and fierce eyes holding weapons of different styles, looking arrogant and domineering.

"Don't be afraid, in the worst case we'll kill them all!"

Ji Boyi's indifferent tone calmed down the people present. Now that they had fifteen elite soldiers on board, and with him being a master, it was just a matter of a few strokes to kill all the twenty undernourished water thieves on the other side.

Apparently the water thieves were also aware of Ji Boyi and his group. Seeing that the people standing at the bow of the boat were all weak scholars, they suddenly became bolder and rushed towards them quickly. When they approached, Ji Boyi faintly smelled

There was a smell of blood. There was still unwiped blood on the sword that had not been sheathed, indicating that they had just done a job.

He frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. This kind of thieves who only know how to rob ordinary people are sometimes more harmful than the golden people.

Just when the two dozen thieves were clamoring for them to stop the boat, the sad and mournful music of the piano sounded. In the music, everyone could hear the sadness of a usually carefree girl who suffered a big change.

Helpless. At the same time, on Junshan Mountain, a weeping sound of the cave flute suddenly appeared, perfectly blending with the sad sound of the piano. There was comfort and persuasion in the flute sound, but more of it was freehand and freehand.

"There is such a romantic man on the island."

Wu Shizhong's martial arts skills were second only to Ji Boyi's among the others. Naturally, he could hear an invisible inner force surging in the sound of the flute, which was layered and boundless like the violent waves of the sea. This was a master beyond his imagination.

"Xiang'e cries about the sorrow of women in plain bamboo, and the branches of mottled bamboo drop thousands of tears! What I hate the most is a woman crying in sorrow. You water thieves, please listen to me and release that girl quickly. Otherwise, these eight hundred miles will be destroyed.

Dongting is your tomb!"

A leader of thieves yelled at the woman playing the harp in the cabin, and the sound of the harp stopped. The sound of the flute also stopped abruptly. However, a troublesome person who was rebellious, arrogant and unruly was provoked.

On the top of Junshan Mountain, a handsome young scholar wearing straight green clothes and a square scarf landed on a small boat like a breeze. As soon as the true energy in his body was released, the boat rushed towards the nearby water thief like an arrow from the string. The young man

He moved very quickly, and jumped onto the boat in the blink of an eye. The green flute in his hand was twirled, and the blue sword energy was puffed out. The heads of the two water thieves on the bow of the boat were flying, and blood was spilled on the lake.

"Good work!"

No one present had sympathy for the water thieves. When Wu Shizhong saw the young scribe kill two people with his hands raised, he actually praised him. Ji Boyi had a higher vision than him and saw far more than him.

.The young scribe used the Xiao Dai Sword, which was elegant and elegant. His sword moves were subtle and mysterious, and he mainly focused on attacking the enemy's acupoints. However, driven by his unparalleled powerful Qi, the water thieves would die if they touched them. Moreover, none of the corpses remained intact.

. But even in the process of killing, the young scholar's posture is still chic and elegant, like fallen flowers, colorful and unstained, with a riot of red and a little green.

As he watched, the inexplicable meaning in Ji Boyi's eyes became more and more profound. He remembered a story that Liu Haichan had boasted to him. In the past, he was successful in learning Taoism and thought that no one in the world could beat him, so he came all the way from the north.

Visiting various Taoist temples and discussing Taoism, of course, the discussions always turned into skills in the end. After sweeping from the north to the south, Liu Haichan was not willing to give up, and started from the inland to overseas.

In order to avoid being polluted by the world of mortals, some Xuanmen masters, and since the Cave Heaven Paradise was almost occupied by some sects, they, as individuals, occupied an island overseas and were content. After more than a hundred years, they lived in seclusion on the East China Sea.

No one can count how many people there are. Some people left their inheritance before they died, and more people passed away without a trace. These people are called Donghai Sanren by the Central Plains Taoist sect, and Liu Haichan came from a certain

After some thoughtful people got the news, they immediately went to sea to search for it.

Lonely as snow, he finally met an opponent who surprised him in the East China Sea. Although these San people did not have a systematic inheritance, they each had their own specialties. They adhered to the most primitive Taoism in ancient times, studied one discipline and devoted themselves to it. Some were good at astronomy and geography.

, some are proficient in literature, Taoism, and martial arts. There are even more great masters in poetry, poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and Bagua arithmetic.

Liu Haichan visited one island after another in the East China Sea, ranging from farmland water conservancy, business and war, firewood, rice, oil and salt; to medical divination, horoscopes, yin and yang and five elements, Qimen Dunjia... It can be said that he put into practice what he had learned in his life.

After three years, he finally visited all thirty-three islands in the East China Sea. This trip to the East China Sea also pushed Liu Haichan's Taoist skills to the pinnacle.

"Without the persecution of those old guys, I wouldn't have been able to crack the 'Taixu Wuji Gong' before I was sixty years old, and then create the last two levels of the 'Purple Cloud Gong'."

When Liu Haichan said this, his face was very proud. This performance was rated as the best in his life. Although it is not well known, it was the three years that established his status as a great master.

"When I was leaving, those old guys were not convinced, so they agreed to compete every ten years. However, from the time I was forty-eight to now, there have been a total of five competitions, and they have never defeated me once."

When he said this, the expression on Liu Haichan's face was very strange, he was happy and crying at the same time.

"When I went there for the last time, there were only three Taoist Taoists left, Yuxiao Taoist, Ling'ao Old Ghost, and Taohua Island Master. Of the thirty-three Taoist friends in the past, only three are left now..."

Liu Haichan drank a lot that day and talked a lot, talking about the pain, helplessness, and even powerlessness of watching his friends pass away one by one while he was still left in the world.

"Disciple, after the last competition, those three old guys knew that they couldn't wait for the next ten years, so they made an agreement with me to let their disciples compete with me. How could it be possible for me, the descendant of the majestic Huashan Taoism, to compete with me?

I went to bully a junior, so I boasted that I would teach a disciple to compete with them. Don’t let me down. Although the disciple they found is slightly less talented than me, he is truly amazing in talent."

Thinking of this, Ji Boyi looked at the young scribe with a more meaningful look, and a chuckle appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!