Hejianfang is located at Dingmen, North of the Outer City.

It is close to the Yu River and Hengyang Canal, and needs to pass through the two iron gates of Fengqing and Pingjin along the way.

It is the starting point for shipping, cargo ships, water transportation and salt transportation.

The river is nearly a hundred miles long, extending in all directions with a dense water network.

Finally, it converges with Zhongyou Mansion, which can be regarded as a first-class choke point.

Ji Yuan left Huaiyinzhai and took Li Yan and Tong Guan with him.

He and Song Shun, the white paper fans, took soft sedans respectively and arrived at Ping'anfang Pier.

A fine flower boat with carved beams and painted pillars is moored at the port, and you step over the wooden planks and walk into it.

There is a strong warmth in the house, and the whole room is like spring.

Several dignified women with a little bit of makeup all had low eyebrows.

Kneeling and sitting under the couch, either making tea or wine, or playing the pipa.

"Master Ji, please take a seat."

Song Shun, who was holding a white paper fan, stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"This flower boat is not a place of fireworks or a dirty place harboring filth and evil.

Shopkeeper Sun, the tycoon of the fish market in Tianjing City, personally ordered it from Jiangnan and usually only used it to entertain distinguished guests.

It happened that Lord Buddha was somewhat kind to him, so he borrowed it specially for Lord Ji to stay."

Ji Yuan smiled indifferently, secretly feeling that Zhang Dafo, whom he had only heard of by name but had not yet met, was indeed somewhat capable of serving as a royal servant.

So far, these two people he has met.

Zhang Dong from Huaiyinzhai is strong enough to withstand the aggressiveness of Fu Si in Beizhen.

Song Shun, the white paper fan who came to the rescue midway, is also a man of the rivers and lakes who knows how to use both soft and hard tactics.

None of them are worthless losers.

A glimpse of one spot reveals the whole leopard. From this, it can be seen that Zhang Dafo, who lives in seclusion, must be different from the common people.

Otherwise, how can one be able to act as a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind and not be afraid of rebellion by his subordinates?

You know, the world is not just about the light of swords and shadows on the surface, but also the conspiracy and calculation behind the scenes.

There are so many people who have trampled on the corpses of brothers, relatives and friends without mercy, and finally achieved success and fame.

"The nine sects of the Yin Sect were not even considered side sects in ancient times. They were often denounced by those Qi practitioners from the orthodox sect as the 'lower sects', and it was an unseemly activity."

After several people sat down, Song Shun sat at the bottom and said respectfully:

"Even if you survive the disaster, you can pass down a few lines and rule the roost for a short time.

When hundreds of families respected martial arts, they disappeared and were never seen again.

To put it bluntly, I am just a craftsman who makes a living.

It cannot be compared with the Three Religions and Six Traditions, the Military Academy and the Martial Arts Temple.

Even when the saint was destroying mountains and temples, he was severely injured and his vitality was severely damaged.

Therefore, Master Ji has a large number, please do not blame Master Fo for being cautious.

He didn't like to deal with the court officials, not just to put on airs.

Breaking the taboo of arousing the emperor's anger is the next best thing.

It's more that...the people are afraid of officials."

Ji Yuan waved his hand casually, looked deeply at Song Shun, the white paper fan with a sincere face, and said with a half-smile but not a smile:

"The word "fear" is a bit exaggerated.

I would like to ask Mr. Song, among the Jianghu forces that can establish a firm foothold in Tianjing City, which one does not have the backing of the imperial court?

Salt Gang? Cao Gang? Liufenbantang? Their hands have reached to the Liubu level!

If the people are really afraid of officials, Huaiyinzhai will not be able to hold the land on Liulichang West Street, nor can it support the business of nearly a hundred pawnshops in the gold, silver and jade trade!

I have long ordered Yun Tingzhai and Deyiju to kill them all and drive them out of Chenghuangmiao Street!"

Song Shun shook the white paper fan for a moment, his face trembled slightly, and he didn't show much embarrassment. He smiled and said:

"Master Ji is not an ordinary court official. You are the Qianhu Lord of Fusi, Beizhen. You are in charge of the power of life and death, and patrol the prefecture.

To be honest, he is no worse than an ordinary feudal official.

What's more, the backer behind you... Stomp your feet and the whole court will shake!

It is normal for Huaiyinzhai to have a small door and a small household to fear the power of God."

Ji Yuan was noncommittal and ignored this meaningless topic.

His heart was as clear as a mirror, and he knew that this was Song Shun's fierce temperament because he was afraid that he would be punished by Yaizhen.

That's why I tried to make up for it many times and said some compliments and nice words.

"Mr. Song, you are not only the white paper fan of Huaiyinzhai, but also good at practicing the Taoist skills of a Qi practitioner, you might as well open my eyes."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, seemingly curious.

"I'm afraid it's hard for Mr. Ji to detect such low-level and superficial tricks."

Song Shun held the white paper fan in his right hand and gently tapped the palm of his left hand.

Suddenly, it opened with a snap, covering half of his face.

In the blink of an eye, a bright moon like a silver plate appeared on the empty white paper fan.

The clear light falls, covering the self-pitying beauty in palace attire.

Painting out of thin air?

Such means.

Put it in the secular world.

At best, he's just a juggler.

How to live up to the inheritance of Yinmen?

That's it?

Tong Guan's eyelids twitched slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But when he turned his eyes, he saw that the adults of his own family were very interested, as if he saw the mysterious doorway in it.

The next moment, Tongguan suddenly felt a slight chill.

There seems to be moonlight lingering and flowing down.

"Use the essence of heaven and earth, the true brightness of the sun and the moon to express your feelings."

Song Shun waved the white paper fan and saw strands of cold moonlight, like a line of clear water, slowly pouring into the wine glass.

This scene shocked Tong Guan and Li Yan with their eyes wide open.

How does the bright moon on the paper fan condense the flow of liquid that emits the mellow aroma of wine?

"What a way to turn the imaginary into reality! Ji drank this cup to the fullest!"

Ji Yuan laughed loudly, picked up the small wine glass in his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

I just feel that my heart is cold and my whole body is comfortable.

It's like eating a bowl of sour plum soup on a hot dog day.

After a few compliments, the young Qianhu Yun Danfengqing asked softly:

"Zazimen and papermakers are said to have three realms.

Turn the imaginary into reality, turn the false into real, and add the finishing touch.

Mr. Song, do you have any other means to let us see the wonderful things?"

"Master Ji is really knowledgeable and knows everything.

The finishing touch is the best secret.

I am not good at learning and art, so it is difficult for me to present it.

It’s like ‘turning falsehood into reality’ and becoming a little more proficient at it.”

Song Shun smiled bitterly in his heart, this Qianhu master from Beizhen Fusi really had a detailed understanding of the nine sects of the Yinmen.

Even the paper craftsman of Zazimen can explain the level of Taoism in one word!

He put away his distracting thoughts and concentrated on the white paper fan that nourished his spirit.

With a "swish" sound, like a breeze blowing on your face, bursts of fragrance suddenly penetrated your nostrils.

It's so shocking that you look up at the beauty in royal attire jumping down from the fan.
To be continued...