Since ancient times, there has been a saying in Guanzhong that "eight waters surround Chang'an". These eight waters are Jing, Wei, Feng, Lao, Yu, Xiong, and Ba. When the Han River flowed southeast of Chang'an, it formed a natural pond and marsh because of the accumulation of sandbanks, and it was called "Yichunyuan". During the reign of Qin Shihuang, Li Palace was built here, called "Yichunyuan". In the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han was surrounded by vast water waves and winding ponds, so he named this tributary of the Han River as "Qujiang", listed it as a royal garden, and opened a canal to divert water, and built "Yichun Houyuan" and "Leyouyuan".

After the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, the old city was narrow and inadequate. Therefore, the emperor Yang Jian issued an order to order Yang Su and Gao Qing to be responsible for planning and building the Daxing New City. The new city was far larger than the old city of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and Qujiang was also included in the city block and renamed Furongwan. It was then chiseled into a pool, called "Qujiang Pond". The scenery here is beautiful, so the scholars who took the imperial examinations in the later world who often went to Qujiang to hold banquets in groups and drank and have fun. This is the "Qujiang Liquor" one of the eight scenic spots in Chang'an.

The imperial examination system began in the third year of Kaihuang in the Great Sui Dynasty. However, it was not immediately customized. It was not until the 18th year of Kaihuang that the capital officials were appointed to be above the fifth rank, and the local chiefs and governors, and recommended scholars to "better and practice" and "clear and pacific" for the two imperial examinations. The imperial examination system really became a regular system, which was after Yang Guang ascended the throne. Therefore, although there is no trace of "Qujiang Liuyin" at present, Furongwan was not open to the public for fun, and it is still a royal garden. However, the scenery of Qujiang is better in summer. Now it is the lunar winter of the 30th century, with plants and trees withering. Where can I see any scenery? Therefore, since the beginning of winter, except for a few daily maintenance servants in Furongwan, it can be said that there is only one quiet place left.

However, on the banks of Qujiang, which should have been empty, a figure appeared as straight as a javelin. At midnight, the bright moonlight shone in the sky, clearly presented his face, which still had a bit of a young man's unique feeling, but it was Yang Zhao, the King of Henan. After the war in the day, the aftermath that needed to be handled was piled up like a mountain, and Yang Zhao should have been too busy to get busy. However, he neither stayed in the Tai Chi Palace to clean up the mess, nor went to Jile Temple as instructed by his master Mahaye, nor went back to his Henan King's Palace to recuperate. He even investigated the relationship between the Eastern Turkic mission and the Chaoyang Tianshishi, or all the matters in the Yang Gong's treasure house under the Xijiyuan were ignored and pushed to Pei Ju and Yuwen Kai for handling. However, he came to the hibiscus of the hibiscus of Qujiangchi.

The empty mountains are silent, the cold moon is clear. In the middle of winter, the plants and trees are not growing, and the vision is even wider. Don’t even say that it is a human being, even a ghost can’t be seen. The little prince frowned and pondered for a moment, and walked towards Qujiang Pavilion by the pool. His posture seemed to be leisurely and contented in the courtyard, but in fact, he was focused and alert in secret, and he was always on the verge of guarding every step. As the saying goes, there is no good banquet, no good meeting. Yang Zhao knew that the person whom he would meet tonight was also one of the few top masters in the world today. What the other party did was just a matter of difficulty in distinguishing enemies and friends, so he had to be confused. In any case, it was always ready in advance, and whether to be prepared or not is the right way.

The carved beams and painted buildings of Qujiang Pavilion are very elegantly built. But they are always just a pavilion with no walls on all sides. The cold wind blows by the lake, bringing a wave of coldness. However, when the martial arts cultivation reaches the realm of the little prince, he naturally has no fear of the cold and heat. He casually glances down and sees that there is nothing else in the pavilion, only a round stone table, and four stone benches next to it. Although due to seasonal reasons, tourists who come to Qujiang Lake to enjoy the scenery have been at least two or three months old, but after all, it is a royal garden, and the servants who stayed behind are still trembling and dare not be negligent at all. Therefore, the stone table and stone benches are cleaned very clean, and there is no accumulation of dust. Yang Zhao casually raised his sleeves and flicked the stool and sat down safely.

At this moment, on the water surface in the distance, there were suddenly sobbing and bursts of resentful sounds. Yang Zhao's heart moved slightly, and he immediately turned back and looked up. But when the originally dark Qujiang Pond began, a little light suddenly lit up. It should be the lantern hanging on the yacht that was originally anchored in Chi Pan? And beside the light, there was a graceful figure. Although it was too far apart, it was impossible to see clearly. However, the horizontal Xiao's posture was very obvious.

The light slowly slid across the water and drifted towards the pavilion. The closer you get, the clearer you can see. There is no one else on the boat except the woman playing the horizontal Xiao. The reason why the boat can move forward is entirely due to the driving force generated by the flow of true energy. This move alone can never be achieved by the ten fingers of what is capable of in the world. However, what really shocked Yang Zhao was not here, but the tune of Xiao Yue played by the woman.

"When will the bright moon come in? I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight? I want to go back with the wind..." The tune is gentle and lingering, and the song "Shuitu Songtou". This famous poem written by Su Dongpo is originally unknown in this world. On that day, Yang Zhao first entered Chengdu and sat with Fan Qinghui, Mingyue, and Li Shentong, who was regarded as a kind of cabbage and pumpkin by the little prince. During the meal, Yang Zhao became excited and followed countless times of time and sang the song "Shuitu Songtou". Looking back, the little prince also found it very funny about his behavior, so he never did such a thing again.

At that time, everyone present at the restaurant in Chengdu, whether Fan Qinghui or Mingyue, had never dealt with the woman who was playing Hengxiao. Li Shentong had already died under the mace of Chaoyang Tianshi. Logically, this song "Shuitu Songtou" should not have the chance to be published. But now this woman is playing it right, which is really strange.

In a moment, the boat was approaching the shore, but it was two or three meters away from the pavilion. The woman put down the bamboo, but no longer had any movement. Yang Zhao let out a sigh of relief, stood tall, and walked to the edge of the pavilion and stood on the railing. But he saw the woman wearing white clothes and a hat on her head. A thick layer of gauze tent hangs down at the edge of the hat, and her true face was hidden after the gauze tent, but she still couldn't see clearly.

Yang Zhao turned his hand and took out the scroll of paper that his mother Xiao gave him during the day. With the help of the cold moonlight, you can see that the scroll of paper was written with a very beautiful small hairpin, and wrote down the time and place such as Qujiangchi and midnight, but there was only one word "Tang" in the signature. The little prince exhaled his true energy in his palm, turned into a soft breeze to push the scroll, floating towards the woman at an extremely slow speed, and then asked loudly: "I have arrived on time as the invitation. May I ask the girl, Tang Shisan, the leader of the Tang Sect, where is he now?"

The woman took the paper roll casually, her posture calmly and elegantly. She opened her red lips lightly and said lightly: "You want to see Tang Shisan? Isn't it right in front of her?" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly took a step forward, crossing the void like a spell of "shrinking the ground into an inch", leaving the boat and entering the pavilion, standing next to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao frowned and said, "Are you Tang Shisan? But... I clearly remember... it's not right, you are definitely not him." His tone was a little confused at first, but after speaking, he was already very sure.

On that day, in front of Nanzheng City, the two armies fought, and Yang Zhaochu met Tang Shisan. The two of them quarreled in front of the formation and then fought. In terms of real skills, Yang Zhao was originally far inferior to the leader of the Tang Sect. However, the little prince used the defeat-lose fighting style, but fought with Tang Shisan to die together. It can be said that if there was no strange characteristics that the Dark Ice and Fire Seventh Heaven had to go through death before breaking through, the little prince would have died at that time. In a sense, he had been killed once by Tang Shisan.

The spiritual sense among experts is extremely sensitive. After this experience, Yang Zhao is more confident about the unique temperament of Tang Shisan. However, although the woman in white in front of him has a very high cultivation level, the temperament that the little prince felt from her was different from that of Tang Shisan that day, and it was not the same thing.

So he never believed that what the other party said would be the truth.

The woman in white was slightly hiding behind the gauze, showing a beautiful and heartbreaking smile. She said softly: "The reason why the prince believed that I was not Tang Shisan was simply because the person you met that day was different from what you saw now. But how could you be sure that the person outside Nanzheng City that day was the real Tang Shisan? And how much do you know what kind of person the real Tang Shisan was?"

The woman in white said this. To be fair, Yang Zhao's understanding of "Tang Shisan" was nothing more than a face-to-face impression that was conveyed from the other people. He let out a gentle breath and asked, "Listen to the girl's tone, can I say... what I saw on that day was actually not the real Tang Shisan?"

"No, what you saw that day was indeed Tang Shisan." The woman in white shook her head slightly and continued: "But not all Tang Shisan. Prince, do you know why Tang Shisan is called Tang Shisan?"

Yang Zhao was stunned when he heard this. He said, "Listen to what the family master said. Thirteen years ago, Tang Shisan once asked his family master to compete in martial arts skills. He said that every thirteen years, he would do something earth-shaking. Thirteen's name comes from this. But what the girl said... it seems that this name has another origin?"

The woman in white sighed softly and said, "Thirteen years ago, it was like this. But thirteen years later, this name has a different reason. The reason why Tang Shisan was called Tang Shisan was because later ascended to the throne of the Tang Sect leader was not just one person, but a total of thirteen people. These thirteen people combined are the real Tang Shisan."
Chapter completed!