Third update! Please like and comment [Qiqi Town] Part One, Chapter Two: Underground Currents!

Salt Lake. The river water roared, with mist obscuring the sky and sun. A magnificent and luxurious large boat rode the waves. On the luxurious deck, a woman in green sat by the railing, gazing out. The sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky and the river's end red, mournful yet beautiful. 'You see, this sky, this river, how beautiful…' The woman stretched out her jade-like hand from the railing, as if wanting to grasp the departing sunset. 'Pavilion Master, this beauty… I'm afraid it won't last long.' A beautiful woman in white, wearing a floral hairpin, glanced at the woman in green before lowering her head to stare at her embroidered shoes, lost in thought. After a long silence, seeing the moon rise in the east, the woman in green softly uttered an ambiguous sentence, 'Rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes… It seems the conflicts are about to begin…' The woman in white tilted her head; she didn't understand the Pavilion Master's words. 'Lian'er! Give the order to turn the rudder! Head to Lin'an!' 'Yes!' 'I can't go on! Let's rest… I mean… Jumen (Jumen appears!)… When are we going to reach Lin'an… huff huff.' Silver Seller (Silver Seller appears!) panted heavily against a tree like a dead (harmonized) dog. Under another tree, a man in black martial attire stood with a sword. Jumen said coldly, 'This is the territory of Liangzhou. With lightness skill, it will still take two days and one night to reach Lin'an.' Silver Seller rolled his eyes. Heaven! Two more days and one night! 'By the way, what is the supervisor sending us to Lin'an for this time?' Silver Seller pulled down his bundle, fanning himself strongly. Jumen kept a blank expression, staring at Silver Seller without saying a word. 'Uh… don't look at me like that. If you won't say it, just don't…' Silver Seller felt a chill. Could it be that my partner this time has that hobby? Although my name is Silver Seller, I am also a normal man… 'Rest done, we depart immediately!' Jumen coldly said. 'Let's go. By the way, Jumen, don't stare at me like that from now on, it's creepy!' Silver Seller hung his bundle and without looking back, stepped onto a tree trunk, telling Jumen a word. '…' 'Clack… clack…' The wound in his hand wasn't serious, but blood still dripped down… The man in the right cloak was sweating on his forehead. 'Who's there?' Plop! A white figure drifted down from the inn's roof, a teenage boy wearing a light blue robe, maybe about 18 years old, dangling a string of candied hawthorns from his mouth, holding several stones in his hand."Young Master Yang Xiaoquan (Moderator Xiaoquanquan makes his appearance!)." Spitting out a half-eaten candied hawthorn, Yang Xiaoquan shook his head and smacked his lips as he spoke. A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of the left cloak's mouth, and with a 'whoosh whoosh,' several plum blossom darts were forcefully flicked out from his sleeves! Yang Xiaoquan didn't expect the person in the left cloak to use hidden weapons so close by and didn't have time to dodge. Helplessly, he tore the candied hawthorn from his mouth and swung it forcefully. Ding ding ding, the four needle-like plum blossom darts fell to the ground weakly, the tips glowing with a faint green, signaling to everyone that they were highly poisonous! \ Just as Yang Xiaoquan was about to eliminate the threat, a hoarse voice reached him before the person even spoke, "Spare them!" Yang Xiaoquan stared at the old man, whose black hair was streaked with a little white, eyes shining with sharpness, and hand stroking a small mustache. Yang Xiaoquan glanced at the plum blossom darts at his feet and said to the old man, "Hehe, old man, what do they have to do with you?" Then he licked the candied hawthorn in his hand, "They strike so harshly, it wouldn't be wrong for me to kill them, right!" A sinister glint flashed in Yang Xiaoquan's eyes, yet he smiled. The two men, seeing the old man, said in unison, "Hua Lao! (Hua Ai appears!)." The old man raised his hand in a signal, then turned back to Yang Xiaoquan and said, "I am Hua Ai. Since they called me Hua Lao, I naturally must spare their lives. Young master, what do you think?" Yang Xiaoquan sensed the threat, laughed heartily, drew a dagger from his pocket, and slashed at the air a few times, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?!" (To be continued!)