Chapter 245

Li Libo took the tea soup from Fan Xinglai, drank it in a few gulps, and panted heavily.

The entire port was under martial law, all the River Officials who received the order went out to notify, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and ran over holding his breath.

Liang Qu had received the news in advance, so he didn't dare to be slow, rushed back to the bedroom, and opened the wooden box under the bed.

Robes, cloaks, and waist tokens were neatly stacked inside, and the two tungsten-colored arm guards on the very top shone with dark golden light.

He put on the Fish King demon skin inner armor, the celestial silk robe, tied the mountain cowhide belt, put on the cloud-stepping boots, and finally buckled the arm guards, leaving only one cloak not draped.

As for weapons, the hundred-refined profound iron great bow, the Fubo long spear, and the green wolf dagger were all hung on him one by one.

He tucked another arrow quiver at his waist to collect arrows.

The arrow quiver that came with the capture of the Whale Gang had a total of twelve arrows, all over three feet long, pitch black, with cold light on the arrowheads, not ordinary items.

Knocking on the table.

Awei, who was sleeping on the case, flew to Liang Qu's wrist, connected head to tail, and turned into a seamless blue jade bracelet.

Fully dressed, Liang Qu followed Li Libo to Shangrao Port, where military soldiers were already waiting in small boats, a total of three people, two of whom held torches, standing in the darkness.

The leading soldier bowed.

"Is Master Liang ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Please board the boat."

"Good!"

The small boat suddenly sank three inches, and the soldiers were not surprised.

Not to mention the weight of the martial artist himself, none of the weapons used were light.

"Then three military gentlemen, shall I go first?"

Li Libo proposed to say goodbye; having sent him here, his task as a River Official was considered complete.

The three soldiers had no objections, watched Li Libo leave, and rowed the boat away from the port.

Water droplets brought up by the long oars fell into the Great Marsh.

Under the curfew, not a single fisherman went out to sea, the surrounding teahouses were empty, the entire Yixing Town was exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of oars hitting the water.

Ripples shattered the moonlight.

One boat, four people, all silent.

Halfway there, Liang Qu saw soldiers holding torches patrolling the shore from time to time, and familiar faces from the River Patrol Office passed by along the way, either riding horses or walking.

"Others don't take boats?"

The leading soldier clasped his fists and replied: "Back to Master Liang, there is a shortage of manpower, only a small number of boats can be dispatched; as for others, they have to find their own way."

Liang Qu nodded and said nothing more.

Arriving at Pingyang Port, the railings of the storied boat were filled with torches, and the raging fire illuminated the surrounding area.

The small boat didn't dock, carried Liang Qu directly to the bottom of the storied boat; the long wooden ladder that had been extended before had already been retracted, and only a few rope ladders were thrown down on one side of the boat.

Liang Qu didn't jump rashly, carried the long bow and long spear on his back, and honestly grabbed the rope ladder to board the boat.

It was already the third quarter of the Xu hour, and the sky was pitch black.

Standing on the deck and looking down, the soldiers stood quietly in the shadows of the streets and houses, with one torch every twenty steps, centered on the port storied boat.

They extended in all directions into several long and thin lines of fire, cutting across the entire Pingyang County.

The big flag on the top of the storied boat vibrated in the air, firewood crackled, and cavalrymen beat clappers, running on the long street to pass orders, leading officials to gather under the port.

A night wind blew urgently, wrapped in water vapor, and Liang Qu's lapels were slightly damp.

There are so many people.

Liang Qu smoothed his lapels, condensed a few water droplets and wiped them evenly on his fingertips, quickly drying them in the wind.

The entire River Patrol Office arrived with great momentum, with dozens of ships, including two storied boats in command, the rest were warships, and then merchant ships; I think those warships were all soldiers.

"Master Liang, please this way."

The three soldiers pulled up the iron chain to take up the small boat, and the leading one took Liang Qu to the second floor of the storied boat, using a key to open the door of a small room alone.

The room was small, but it had everything.

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A single bed, a long case, a box fixed on the case, inside the box were brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and in the corner there was a toilet bucket, the lid and the bucket were buckled with a lock, obviously this was Liang Qu's room.

"Are we going for a long time?"

The soldier shook his head: "The subordinate doesn't know, just acting according to orders."

Liang Qu pointed to the martial artists who were boarding the boat one after another on the deck: "Where do they live?"

"Their rooms are under the deck, it's a big dormitory."

"Trouble you."

"Duty-bound, does Master Liang have any other instructions?"

"No."

"Since that's the case, before the boat sets sail, I hope Master Liang won't walk around at will, the subordinate will retire."

"Good."

The soldier bowed and retreated.

After people left, Liang Qu put down the great bow and long spear he was carrying, grabbed his collar, and analyzed a stream of water.

There was no ice platform in the room, it was really stuffy, he could only "bring" some water on his body, damp, really uncomfortable.

He didn't wear the Fish King inner armor when he went to the auction that day because the weather was too hot, so he was cut with many small wounds when fighting with the two from the Ghost Mother Sect.

It's just that he can't be picky about whether it's comfortable or not now.

From the current point of view, this time it will take a long time; otherwise, if there could be a round trip within a day, he wouldn't have been specially arranged a room.

"It's really a world with clear boundaries."

Some people live in single rooms, some sleep in dormitories.

The world has always been like this.

Fortunately, he is the one sleeping in a single room.

Liang Qu stood by the railing, overlooking the entire Pingyang County.

Martial artists from the River Patrol Office arrived one after another, boarded the storied boat after verifying their identities, and walked under the deck under the guidance of the soldiers.

The gray stone port was illuminated red by the flames, war horses neighed, and were uniformly fed under the guidance of the soldiers.

By now, everyone could guess what was going to happen, boarded the warships tremblingly, and felt uneasy about their tomorrow.

Entering the River Patrol Office is no different from joining the army; it seems loose on weekdays, free to enter and exit, and only needs to accept tasks to exchange for various cultivation resources.

But when something really happens and they need to move out neatly, it is the real army; no one dares to drop the chain at this time; if they don't come, they will be treated as deserters and will surely die.

Liang Qu's advantage of receiving news in advance was fully revealed; how many people were still free and loose before today, perhaps just crawled out of some prostitute's bed, and their belts were loose.

He could also understand the behavior of the River Patrol Office.

This departure is bound to do big things; too many people will lead to mistakes, and any leakage of news may allow the Ghost Mother Sect to know the news in advance and escape.

About the time of Ren, Liang Qu saw the lines of fire crossing the entire Pingyang County gathering towards the port, pouring into the other warships at the port.

Starlight dots.

Several soldiers on the bow held torches to exchange signals, and the entire storied boat shook violently.

Waves of river tide hit the hull, splashing layers of white spray, and the crescent moon was infinitely elongated.

Accompanied by a jolt, Liang Qu keenly noticed that the port was moving away from him.

Anchors weighed.

The soldiers on the deck remained unmoved, each performing their duties.

Every soldier was at least a martial artist of the first pass or above, orderly when passing by, and the entire big ship moved without any communication.

They lowered the big sails in an orderly manner, adjusted the angle of the sails, and under the night curtain, the speed of the storied boat gradually increased, leaving trails of white water behind it.

By the time it was close to dawn in the fifth quarter of the Hai hour, Liang Qu lay on the bed, silently admiring the pitch-black surging Great Marsh through the porthole.

Footsteps in the corridor approached from far to near.

A soldier knocked on his door.

"Master Liang, Master Ran invites you."

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