It was a small island in the East China Sea, and the map was very unclear, like a string of ink dots tossed randomly.

The entire territory of Daliang was in Gu Yun's mind, but he never remembered where there was such a place. There was not even a decent gas lamp on the merchant ship, and the indoor oil lamp was dim. Even if there were glass sheets, it was very difficult to see. He slightly

He frowned and tried to turn the oil lamp brighter.

Ge Pangxiao: "This is the map that Master Mingran gave me. I looked at it. This place is not on the map issued by the Ministry of War. They are probably uninhabitable small islands. The surrounding area is either turbulence or reefs. Folks

There are also many haunted legends, and the locals don’t even know there is an island here.”

This place is far away from the land and cannot be reached by swimming. If you don’t take a boat, you have to fly.

The "Kite" travels slowly and relies heavily on the compass. If there is chaos in Tianji near the island, they will not be able to come - not to mention that further east here is basically the territory of the Japanese people. The "Kite" or "Jiao" in Daliang

"It would be a bit provocative to go for a walk for no reason. The maintenance of the "Eagle" requires high armor divisions and is not easy to maintain. The East China Sea is accustomed to peace and quiet, so it is not equipped with this military branch.

Chang Geng couldn't help but ask: "If there is no map issued by the Ministry of War, then where did Master Jiran get this map from?"

Ge Pangxiao replied seriously: "He said this is the painting made by the former emperor who loved the East Sea Pearl. The fishermen were forced by Sui Gong to form a pearl fishing death squad and accidentally hit this place.

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Chang Geng: "..."

The lies made by the monk Mingran to fool the stupid boy are really perfunctory.

Ge Pangxiao turned to Gu Yun and gestured: "Master Hou, what should I do?"

Before Gu Yun had time to reply, the entire ship suddenly trembled violently. Gu Yun held on to the oil lamp that was about to fall over, winked, and signaled Little Ge to put away everything on the table.

Ge Pangxiao immediately took a deep breath smartly, straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen, and stuffed the pile of chicken and dog scraps into his arms in three quick movements.

Chang Geng grabbed the sword on the table and said, "I'll go out and take a look."

Ge Pangxiao: “Wait a minute, I’m going too!”

The two of them walked out one behind the other. Gu Yun took off the glass mirror and put it aside, rubbing his sore eyes.

The position of that small island is very subtle. It crosses the Japanese islands and does not connect with the main beams. It points directly to Jinan Prefecture. If it is designed well, it will not be a problem to approach the important areas of the capital.

It's just that no matter how weak Daliang's navy is, it can't be shaken by the Dongyi people. So far, no Ziliu gold mine has been found in the East China Sea. Daliang is very strict on the export of Ziliu gold. In this regard, it is like an iron rooster that cannot pull off its hair. The Dongyi people are bigger

To use Ziliu gold in bulk, either buy it from Westerners at a high price, or find ways to get it from the black market in Daliang.

And the black market...

If the bandits do not collude with the officials, they will not last long.

The Ziliujin black market, which was hated by three generations of emperors in Daliang, is like a dead centipede. If the wind is relaxed a little, it will immediately revive. With your toes, you can tell that it is definitely not all the business of desperadoes among the people. There must be something behind it.

The shadows of all forces.

If others don't tell you, Gu Yun's hands are definitely not clean. Otherwise, he would not be able to survive even with the little purple gold that the court allocates to him every year, let alone the Black Eagle and Black Armor and the Black Knight.

.

The person behind such large-scale smuggling of Ziliujin must have a lot of background.

At this time, the wooden door of the cabin was suddenly pushed open, and the immortal monk Ming Ran walked in, bowed his head to Gu Yun in a familiar manner, and closed the door behind him.

Gu Yun: "..."

He had no choice but to put the glass mirror he had taken off back on to receive the guests.

Gu Yun still couldn't figure out why Mingran thought he wouldn't be beaten?

Is it because I think I look good?

Knowingly bathing in Gu Yun's cold gaze, he lowered his head and found a chair to sit down without caring. He approached Gu Yun and gestured: "It will be almost nightfall today to reach Haoli. The monk will be at the command of the commander."

Gu Yun: "You're welcome - what can you do? I don't lack light."

Clearly: "..."

Gu Yun sat upright slightly, with the blade still gleaming in his eyes that could not see anything clearly: "I never expected before that 's hand has already reached the Huguo Temple. Master, why don't we open the skylight and speak frankly?

What do you want to do by getting involved in this matter?"

The smile on Ming Ran's face that was reserved for alms gradually faded away, and turned into a look of compassion like that of a senior monk: "'Lin Yuan Pavilion' has no ill intentions."

Gu Yun said with a faint smile: "Otherwise, why do you think you are still alive?"

According to legend, the previous dynasty was brutally conquered and the monarch was incompetent. When the country was in decline, heroes from all over the country rose up.

The reason why Emperor Tai/Zu stood out among them was largely due to the fact that the mysterious Pavilion chose him. Pavilion included high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as traffickers and mere pawns.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Emperor Taizu wanted to enshrine Pavilion in recognition of his great achievements. However, the owner of the pavilion at that time refused and hid in the world, leaving this behemoth in silence until now.

Gu Yun: " Pavilion has subsided in prosperous times and emerged in troubled times - they all say that Xuantieying is a crow, but I think you are the real crow."

He lowered his eyes knowingly, like a handsome and compassionate Buddha: "The Marquis knew my origin, but he did not stop me from approaching His Highness the Fourth Prince."

Gu Yun looked at him silently

Clearly: "The monk boldly guessed that the commander-in-chief's worries and thoughts coincide with ours."

The boat sailed calmly, and the oil lamp on the table danced. Gu Yun calmed down his hostility, and sat by the table with his long hair spread out. There was a faint wrinkle between his eyebrows, as if he had put all the seriousness that he usually stepped on under his feet.

He put it on his face sexually.

The two were relatively speechless. They could only communicate with each other through quick gestures, but there was no obstacle.

Ming Ran: "Ziliu Jin is burning too brightly. This fire cannot be extinguished. No one can stop it. Has the commander thought of a way out?"

Then, without waiting for Gu Yun to answer, he continued: "People say that Marquis Anding, a martial artist, only knows how to fight. It is just a knife in the emperor's hand. I can't see it. Otherwise, why hasn't the commander-in-chief gotten married yet? Is it possible?

Is it really my senior brother who cursed you?"

Gu Yun seemed to smile, put the glass mirror away, and put the blindfold on again, not wanting to communicate with Mingran anymore.

After he was done, he said in sign language: "The Gu family has no way out. If one day comes, Gu will have to serve as fuel and die for my grandfather's family. By the way, next time I see the person who healed my eyes."

My miraculous doctor, send my regards to him."

From the moment the first bowl of purple gold was dug out, it was destined that the world would never be peaceful again.

One day, no matter how diligent the farmer is, he will be defeated by the iron puppets that are constantly coming and going in the fields. No matter how peerless the master is, it will be difficult to withstand a heavy armored cannon that sweeps away thousands of troops. Everyone will face an unprecedented turmoil.

Only then can you regain your position, either extremely rich and noble, or extremely humble.

And those who are defeated in the arena lit by purple gold will never be able to make a comeback——

This matter is the same whether it is a big matter between a family or a country, or a small matter like three religions or nine streams.

When everyone begins to realize this, the unavoidable troubled times will definitely come, it just depends on whether that day is early or late. This is the context of the times, no matter how invincible your heroes are, no princes or generals can stop you.

After Gu Yun said the last sentence, he stood up calmly, no longer paying attention to the monk Ming Ran, and walked out of the cabin with his hands behind his back, intending to see what was going on outside. Monk Neng Ming Ran came to express his feelings as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

loyalty.

As soon as he stood on the deck, he smelled a strange smell coming from the sea breeze, as if something was burning. Gu Yun stood at the door, carefully distinguishing the smell coming from the wind, and then he realized that it was

There is a subtle strange smell when purple liquid gold mixed with impurities burns.

The "merchant ship" slowly passed through the shallow sea next to the island, flanked by two neat rows of "Changjiao". The bright warships were lined up in a row, with ample ammunition, and the merchant ships smuggling purple gold were lined up in front of them.

OK, like an inconspicuous grain cart passing through thousands of troops.

Although Gu Yun couldn't see it, he had already guessed what was going on around him from the suddenly tense air.

This kind of battle, not to mention the three black eagles he brought with him, even the Jiangnan Navy might not be able to fight against it.

At this time, a familiar person came over and silently stretched out his hand to touch him.

Except for Chang Geng, most people don't do this. If you want to be helped, just do it. If you don't want to be helped, don't do it. There are not as many steps as Chang Geng.

Gu Yun felt that Chang Geng was always a little inexplicably nervous when he was in front of him. He would always express his presence very low-key first, and then unless Gu Yun reached out for him to hold, he would follow suit and never reach out.

"It's unreasonable," Gu Yun held Chang Geng's outstretched arm and wondered in his heart, "Why are you so nervous with me? Is there a father in the world who is more kind than me?"

Chang Geng quickly wrote on his hand: "There are at least hundreds of war ships here. I'm not sure if they are sea dragons..."

"Yes," Gu Yun replied, "I can smell it, it smells like purple gold."

Chang Geng: "..."

Didn’t Monk Mingran say that people can’t smell the purple liquid gold, only dog ​​inspectors can?

The little foster father's ability... is actually not necessary.

Gu Yun sighed secretly and muttered resentfully in his heart: "It's all your prodigal and stingy brother who has to send me far to the northwest to rest assured. This time, the old turtle in the lotus pond in the back garden has become a spirit.

, it’s time to cause trouble! It’s time!”

In the evening, Monk Mingran put on his "night clothes" again and ran to find Gu Yun. Gu Yun was wearing glazed glasses. He could only hear loud noises within two feet with both ears. He could barely see the room through the glasses in front of one eye.

Who knows, the "soldiers" around him include a mute monk, a fake girl, a fat boy, and a son who is very good at coquettishness.

Outside are a group of heavily armed Haijiao battleships and countless Japanese samurai and private soldiers.

But no one was nervous, because Gu Yun was here, and he alone could represent thousands of troops.

"Don't be pretentious," Gu Yun said calmly, "There must be some of your people in this 'Hao Li', otherwise why would you be so deliberate? Come forward quickly, we are just grasshoppers on a rope now."

He recited a Buddha's name silently, took out his patent-skinned "red sandalwood" beads and handed them over. When Gu Yun reached out to take them, he suddenly couldn't help but wrinkled his nose. His extremely sensitive nose keenly caught a smell of rancidity.
To be continued...