The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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There were even women holding children, their expressions calm and even solemn, and women with alluring figures, who were wiping a gleaming short blade with their heads down.

The people from the镖行 (escort agencies) and the traveling performers were all different, as if the entire martial arts world had been moved onto the ship.

The strangest thing is that this fleet, with its diverse composition and unclear flags, was actually sailing on the official canal road reserved for the Song Dynasty!

It should be noted that ordinary merchant ships and civilian boats have long been prohibited from using this official canal. Only government transport and urgent military reports are allowed to pass through. It is the economic lifeline of the empire and is heavily guarded.

Now, this "Wang" family fleet is so swaggering that none of the patrolling naval forces or checkpoints along the way dare to question it, as if they are blind and deaf, allowing this black dragon to flow freely on the artery of the Song Dynasty.

Just as the fleet was about to leave the shore, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the official road on the shore.

"Hurry up, everyone keep up!"

Bring it up!

A clear yet authoritative shout rang out, instantly drawing the attention of everyone on the lead ship.

A dozen or so young women dressed in uniform blue Taoist robes were seen carrying more than ten large, black wooden boxes and hurrying toward the fleet.

They all had their hair tied up in high buns, their faces solemn, and their figures agile; they were disciples of the prestigious Emei Sect.

This sudden scene caused the men on the boat, who were originally going about their own business, to temporarily stop what they were doing.

The Emei Sect has always had little contact with the government and ordinary martial arts sects, and its actions are entirely its own.

Therefore, it is quite mysterious.

But most importantly, all the Emei disciples are very beautiful.

Therefore, it naturally attracted a lot of attention.

The female disciple in the lead did not carry the box; she held a long sword and stood in front of the plank, directing her fellow disciples.

Those large boxes were obviously extremely heavy, and each one required two disciples to lift it together. Although their steps were still relatively light, fine sweat had already seeped from their foreheads, and their breathing was slightly rapid.

The sturdy gangplank connecting the boat to the shore creaked under their weight as they stepped onto it.

The people on the boat exchanged various glances: some curious, some scrutinizing, and most deeply wary. They were all discerning individuals; for even the Emei disciples, renowned for their agility, to struggle so much, the box must contain something extraordinary.

Urged on by the lead female disciple, the Emei disciples moved without the slightest hesitation. Working in pairs with perfect coordination, they moved swiftly and safely across the narrow gangplank, carrying heavy black wooden crates onto the deck of the lead boat and neatly stacking them in one corner.

When the last box fell with a dull thud, the leading female disciple finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned around and respectfully clasped her hands in a salute towards the cabin.

"Master, the items have all been retrieved."

These are the daily necessities donated by the grain store owners to the team.

Among the crowd on the ship, a young sailor, dressed in rough clothes, thin and handsome, stood in the middle.

He was dressed in a neat blue outfit, and didn't look like a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. He seemed more like an insignificant character among the various people on the ship.

Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the dozen or so heavy wooden crates, and their bright eyes sparkled with undisguised curiosity.

He could feel the heavy weight of the load being transmitted clearly through the taut arms and beads of sweat on the foreheads of the disciples carrying the box.

Just then, the beaded curtain in the cabin was gently parted by a well-maintained jade hand, making a crisp "tinkling" sound.

A beautiful Taoist nun dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe slowly walked out.

Her skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, and it had a faint pinkish glow as the river breeze blew through it.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, with a few playful strands falling down her forehead and slender neck, making her look both dignified and languidly charming.

Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, and even the wide Taoist robe could not hide the amazing curves of her high and firm breasts, as well as her slender waist and plump hips that swayed like a water snake as she walked.

Fang Yanqing's eyes were as cold and clear as autumn water, yet they inadvertently revealed a captivating and alluring charm.

She ignored everyone and slowly walked to the dozen or so boxes, her long, phoenix-shaped eyes sweeping over them indifferently.

She didn't bend over; she simply raised her right arm casually, the wide embroidered robe sleeves drawing a graceful arc in the air, and a gentle yet precise breeze followed, brushing against the lid of the box.

"boom!

boom!

Bang……"

A series of dull thuds rang out in succession, and the lids of more than a dozen large boxes were simultaneously shaken open by this clever force, falling backward to the ground.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the box, causing everyone on the deck to instinctively squint.

There were no clothes, let alone medicines.

Inside the box, countless snow-white silver ingots were stacked neatly and densely, reflecting a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

The gaps between the silver ingots were filled with large, round, and lustrous pearls from the East China Sea, each one of considerable value.

On the top layer of the box, there was a scattering of colorful gemstones: agate, jade, cat's eye... a dazzling array, exuding an overwhelming sense of preciousness.

This is not just the cost of travel; it is an astonishing fortune enough to buy half a city!

The young man standing to the side narrowed his pupils slightly.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

Just as everyone was stunned speechless by the sudden wealth, a strange sound came from the water.

It wasn't the sound of oars paddling or waves lapping against the shore, but rather a very faint yet rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

Everyone looked towards the water as if by unspoken agreement.

A tall and imposing figure could be seen walking step by step towards the fleet from the distant water.

He wasn't stepping on anything—no boat, no driftwood—he simply walked step by step on the surging canal water as if on flat ground.

With each step he took, a tiny ripple would spread across the water beneath his feet, as if the canal were merely a gentle pond in his backyard.

The person who arrived was Wang Meng.

She still carried a faint, melancholic fragrance belonging to the Blue Phoenix.

The fragrance was very faint, and ordinary people would not be able to detect it at all. But for a master like Fang Yanqing, who had profound internal strength and senses far beyond ordinary people, it was like a poisoned, invisible needle that accurately pierced her nasal cavity and went straight to the deepest part of her heart.

On her stunningly beautiful face, she couldn't help but slightly roll her eyelids upward, revealing a fleeting glint of jealousy and disdain in her eyes.

This action was her silent question, and also her hatred for her own body, which was so easily aroused by possessiveness.

Then, as if she had made up her mind.

She turned her head slightly to a trusted disciple behind her, named Jingxuan, and whispered in a barely audible yet authoritative tone, "Go and bring out the small sandalwood table and chessboard from the cabin, warm a pot of wine, prepare two glass cups, and bring them to the bow of the ship."

Everyone else, go do your own thing, don't just stand here!

Move all the boxes into the cabin.

Jingxuan bowed in agreement and hurriedly turned to run towards the cabin.

Wang Meng saw all of this. He even precisely caught Fang Yanqing's extremely small eye roll and the sudden change in her aura, like that of a female beast whose territory had been invaded.

His smile deepened.

This woman is jealous.

He ignored the busy disciples and strode slowly towards Fang Yanqing.

His footsteps were light, landing on the solid deck, yet it felt as if he were stepping on Fang Yanqing's heart.

With each step, her heart, scorched by the flames of jealousy, clenched painfully.

The space on the deck was not large to begin with, and in just a few steps, Wang Meng had already arrived in front of Fang Yanqing.

He was so tall that the shadow cast by his imposing figure enveloped Fang Yanqing's entire delicate body.

A strong, masculine aura, thick with the scent of sweat and sunshine, mixed with the lingering fragrance of the Blue Phoenix, forcefully invaded every inch of the air around her, leaving her nowhere to hide. She could only be forced to breathe deeply this scent, which was a mixture of another woman's fragrance and his own.

Fang Yanqing was forced to tilt her head back to see his face clearly.

Her phoenix eyes glared at him, suppressing the fury of jealousy. Yet her body language betrayed her true feelings.

Beneath her Taoist robe, her ample breasts swelled with desire, two rosy nipples protruding shyly.

She could feel a warm, slippery liquid gushing uncontrollably from the secret place between her legs, almost soaking through her underwear.

She could only squeeze her legs together tightly, using the friction of her thighs to vent the flames mixed with desire and jealousy.

Wang Meng looked down at her.

Looking at her face, which was made all the more vivid by jealousy, and at her phoenix eyes burning with cold fire.

He chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate from his chest, making Fang Yanqing's eardrums buzz.

"how?""

Wang Meng suddenly spoke, his voice husky and sexy, with a hint of knowing the answer and a playful tone: "Don't you like the smell on me?"

Fang Yanqing gritted her teeth, her lips pressed into a stubborn line, and remained silent.

But her violently heaving chest said it all.

"dislike!"

"Then use your flavor to cover it up."

As he spoke, he slowly and irresistibly brought the piece of "Xi Shi's breast" that he had bitten in his right hand to Fang Yanqing's lips.

"Try it. It's said to be a technique passed down from the Qin Dynasty. I was lucky enough to come across it, and it's quite unique."

Fang Yanqing looked at the pastry stained with his saliva and teeth marks, a hint of shame flashing in her eyes.

But for some reason, she suddenly opened her red lips, not passively accepting, but actively, with a hint of vengeful ferocity, and bit down.

She wasn't biting into the pastry; her target was Wang Meng's finger.

But Wang Meng had anticipated this, and just before she bit down, he skillfully withdrew his finger, causing her to bite down hard on the soft cake.

A large amount of milky white, sticky filling burst open instantly with this fierce bite, covering her lips and mouth.

She snorted, reached out and snatched it away, then chewed it vigorously. At this moment, Wang Meng straightened up, seemingly having temporarily lost interest in the game in front of him.

His gaze passed over her and landed on the vast expanse of water and the fleet of ships standing solemnly in the distance.

"Is everything ready?"

This abrupt question, which completely changed the atmosphere, made Fang Yanqing freeze in her chewing motion.

She struggled to swallow the mouthful of pastries, her throat moving with difficulty.

Because there was still some food in his mouth, his voice sounded muffled: "Gulp, of course... everything is all done."